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[title] => The Death of Culture
[time] => 2006-02-06 13:18:23
[hometext] => One night on holiday I was standing in a crowd listening to traditional Croatian music.I thought it was really popular.Then suddenly everyone disappeared.I soon learnt the reason why and it saddened me
[bodytext] => Like sardines packed into the small, dimly lit lobby Crowd surged, sea of faces, swell of voices Folksongs sung in tongue unfamiliar, tonality mystical To accordian playing gypsy magic tunes by faint candle Little did I realise the significance, the fleeting falsehood Culture was breathing her last breath, serenade to the insensitive Musical death, notes cascading onto long deafened ears A given chance to open eyes, treated with contempt Culture has died, did anyone other notice, mourn her passing ? This gathering, perceived as the resurgent sweet breath of life Reeks foulest odour, the epidemic of poison The lifeforce of culture, trickled out through open veins The tide turned to the restaurant, poured through the open doors like sand grains Outnumbered now by those that played on to the emptiness and calm, we listened Through the glass we watched them gorge themselves beyond their fill Two mouths open in wonder at music, 100 mouths open in wonder at the salad bar Perhaps the ghost of culture will one day pass this way again Float by the remains of meal at the table where you once sat Spare a thought if you can, just a second that is all For the death of a lady you helped to die [comments] => 5 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 32 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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