Old Dogs

TURN IT UP


Sunday afternoon
and I'm entrenched
in my standard position
collapsed
on the couch
a book to my right
Gunter Grass today
a notebook to my left
working slowly through
another narrative fragment
and ahead on the tube
a football game
which looks
fairly entertaining
but I don't know the score
the volume down to zero
audio provided instead
by FM on the stereo
rock and roll
to soothe
the soul

many years ago
I discovered the joy
of soundless TV sports
the running commentary
and frequent commercials
offering only the most
annoying and assinine
audio information

what little enjoyment
I could derive
from these events
was not only
cancelled out
by the capricious chatter
passed off obnoxiously
as knowing play by play
but completely outweighed
by the volumes of dross
contained in statistics
"expert" analysis
advertisements
promotionals
and insincere
endorsements

how can anyone
stand (or sit) to listen
to the endless deluge
of swill and disinformation
streaming continually
from these games
sets
and matches?

as for myself
I can no longer
accept
the aural bombardment
preferring to put up
with the smaller doses
of selfsame stupidity
sparingly sandwiched
between the blocks
of what I at least
consider
pleasing music

too many lines
on such a trivial
and mundane topic
although
true interest
would be warranted
if this practice
could be utilized
on a much wider scale
outside the protective walls
of this apartment refuge

I need
a constant
an overwhelming
soundtrack
to drown out
all the futility
of the spoken word

music
to reduce
the entire show
to a musical adaptation
of the ongoing
and unending
human tragedy

God's
surround sound