well of course TV is only Partly to blame. I suppose people have always looked inward and dug around for reasons why one thing is this way, another that way--some people more so than others. And for those of us like that--outside the circle of real people , credible suits and ties briefcases multi cell phone meeting meeting meeting kind of life those people do not open their begrudging arms in a welcome hug. We whose inner clocks and thoughts don't run parallel to success and possible fame
are left to gather sticks to stoke the fire. We know we have the ideas, the dreams, the thoughts that this world needs but we just can't plug what we have into the outlet thus we remain isolated and dream-ridden to the point of hopelessness and despair. We do not feel the remotest connection to politics--local, state, national, global...we do not see anyone like us in Washington or any other political arena. Where are the artists elected to the state house of representatives? And so we begin to think hard about what it means to be elected as a representative to a county, district, state or nation. A representative is supposed to represent the interests, needs, concerns of a certain group or collection of citizens--and not just the registered voters. Yet all we hear out of the mouths of politicians is babble of jobs, the economy, mortgages, banks, etc. Nothing whatsoever about the plight or position of those of us in this world who write poetry, draw, paint, glue things, write songs, strum alone in the basement, concoct stories, just think of ideas about everyone and everything. Who represents those of our American citizens like that?
