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In Reply to: Calling grandpa's ghost posted by ex-zombie on January 29, 2007 at 23:30:45:
The irony or perhaps the paradox is that many of the folk on the bus may be sincere believers with a type of morality and ethical backbone that leans not to wanton sex with abstract numbers via sexual fantasy like Berg and his porno-trained leadership but, instead, these history-challenged bus riders may feel real emotional attachment to their partners and desire love--I could be wrong.
I want to believe in the good intentions of people--having been so sincerely deceived myself for years--but as a poet, I know that the worst poetry is the sincerest poetry,(could this apply to fanatics too?)Sincere poetry does not resonate as literature, but as emotional pornography--yanking tears from our eyes like a sentimental dominatrix yanking our chain and demanding performance and obedience.
When the passengers on the bus become true students of the cult's history, then and only then, will they become true prophets able to see their future.
Right now, all they see is the back of the head of the bus driver--Berg, and he's shouting "Any minute now, any minute now, and it will all be over." The situation makes for passionate sex and intense adrenalin rushes but, as we all know, a bummer life in the long run.
"I was hungered and you gave me no meat," said Jesus.
"I was in a cult and you gave me no map," Jesus said to the Prophet Bus.
