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Thursday, October 04, 2018

the grand canyon: bull shit

The grand canyon's fucking
weak, ok? It's bull shit

just so many aspects of it,
I don't even know

where to start.

Ok: the Colorado River,
right? That thing

flows all the way down
all that way,
from up wherever in the Rocky Mountains
all the way down
to whatever bay or gulf
of whatever, wherever way down south
it empties to the drink. Except

it doesn't dig a big stupid fucking hole
all that way down, does it? No,

it doesn't! So what's the difference
where the grand canyon is?

I say the ground there is weak. I say
we have a case of weak ground, to start with,
and then some big fucking puddle comes tear-assing through
for about a billion years, carried all the dirt away with it
and suddenly,
now we've got this hole

which we're supposed to celebrate?

What is there to celebrate about that? fuckin'
WEAK GROUND, cause for awe
and tourism? Fuck, how about

we celebrate the land both North and South
of the so-called "Grand"
canyon - how about we celebrate

THAT?

Let's praise the ground
that stood its ground! That held firm! That demonstrated
the true grit of what ground's about? But no,
instead,
we waste our laurels on some damn hole
that basically had as its main achievement,
that it wore away. Basically,
we praise the fact that the dirt there
couldn't hack it, couldn't hang.

Took off.

The grand canyon represents all that's worst
of the American Landscape. I say

we quit making such a big deal out of it.

It's damn hole, okay?

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