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FREEDOM CITY — June 1998
Usually UCLA makes me want to leave but just for a while the old architecture didn't matter and there was food and shelter and sweatshirt choreographers claimed the cold land and the wet grass for some students who can't study here, the listeners who can't use that language here, and all the kids on the guided tour who bus in and bus out knowing that our school has everything money can buy. But in our city everything is free the food is cold but it's free the clothes are borrowed at no interest the paper's free, the arguments free nuclear disarmament and fighting words go free the lights are on loan and the stars are half off but there are free lessons in Spanish Korean Cantonese Tagalog and algebra and dance and American Sign cause we say it in whatever language we want and we want to help. Still, you get your governors your regents and chancellors who pay people to pay people to pay no attention to what's going on, still you have selfishness, delusion, media slaves, middle class martyrs who don't know what they're saying, but after a while a mad bright non-complicit night you might crawl out of your tent and work these words until they start to occupy space. love justice peace. |