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An Open Letter to the Police Commisioner of Boston
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Brother Edward Davis, you don’t know me. I am not a Boston boy, I was born in Jersey City, New Jersey. Typically, I ought to be a Jets or Giants fan, but I like The Patriots. I don’t know what happens when Bellicheck and Brady leaves. That’s the way of the world though, because I used to be a Bear’s fan because I liked Mike Ditka. Loyalties change, can change, over time. We love our sports heroes because we can vicariously live through them. We want to think we could make that pitch, throw that pass, make that run. Sports are sort of a metaphor of life. Sports heroes give us, in action, examples of qualities, we would all like to possess.
Boston is a big part of me, as is the scorpion tail coast all the way to Provincetown. My daughter was born at Beth Israel Hospital. Eating Boston Clam Chowder in Fanuieul Hall, is one of my favorite things.
You are a policeman of high rank. I know all about deals in high places but… I take you as a man of honor and duty and I have walked your streets from Cambridge to Southie. I know how high toned the town can be and I know about The Combat Zone. I’ve been to the soiree and to the slums and then some.
I’m what you might consider an outlaw. I’m not a criminal, I just prefer my own choices of mind medicine to the ones that the corporations push. I understand your position. I know all about quid pro quo. Indeed I do. I know why some things are illegal and why others are not and I also know that the things that are legal, are often more harmful than the things that are not. However, you and I are brothers of a kind. We are both in pursuit of the truth I am not some street junkie or anyone involved in the sale and transfer of such things.
I know you got your districts, like New York does, or did, with Mulberry Street. I know you have a lot on your plate at the moment; probably do at any moment but… someone just thrashed one of your most enduring traditions, The Boston Marathon. It’s the oldest tradition of it’s kind.
Philosophers stone – selected views from the boat
http://philosophers-stone.co.uk
2013-04-18 10:03:34
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