slackers

has to be one of my favorite 'movies' It is basically a stream of consciousness film that starts with the director on a bus going to Austin, Texas.  He gets on a cab and then gets out and wanders off.  We now go from third person perspective to first person with the director now behind the camera.  The rest of the film is basically a trip through Austin, an urban songline with no apparent destination.  It is a love song to a time and a place that unfortunately is no more.  As the saying goes, you can never go home, for that place will never be as you remembered it.  Fortunately,  "Austin City Limits" is still there to remind us a little of the greatness of that town.
Austin is of course the name of Emily Dickinson's brother but that is neither here nor there.

The sub-stance
Splits the light
into colors.
Do trusting dogs see rainbows?
For they can only see in black
and white.

And the prideful pussies,
As they preen,  strut
and go.
Do the fleas love them any
less for the beauty
they show?

my poems are not that subtle or clever, here is a short one from the master:

we shall find the cube of the rainbow,
Of that there is no doubt;
But the arc of a lover's conjecture
Eludes the finding out.

Is intelligence a sin just because prideful fools want to put the shotgun to their chin?  
Is there a hierarchy of love?  Flying planes into buildings is not going to teach any-one anything except fear.  How fucking old testament can you get.  How much gold in the universe do you want?
The ends do not justify the means.