Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Anti-Social Commentary

Old Knudsen is currently experiencing American suburbia, thousands of tract homes that all look the same with streets that have funky names like Oak ridge creek or Silver lake view with no oaks, ridges, creeks or lakes in sight just ugly big hooses with lawns and skinny trees.

It does my old blacken heart good to see a hold out, someone who said "fuck you" to the people who bought the older hooses so they could tear them doon and replace them with a thousand same looking dwellings.

Some times you might see a small strange out of place hoose with the front door a foot away from one of the new hooses. Its sad because many of these hooses are now empty due to the economy and others are sitting half built waiting for things to pick up.



Old Knudsen does like to see the odd bit of wild life in these soulless streets, a hawk or even a dragonfly is a welcome reminder that man is not all powerful that he can wipe out nature with these homes.
Before in my former ghetto home the wild life would be shaven headed hoodlums holding their cocks as they walk about in their over sized clothes with a pit bull on a chain straining to eat someone.

Old Knudsen has often thought that people were like a virus growing and destroying the earth but now I can see how its mutated in some parts of the world and the human virus makes a strain called 'tract homes' to fill in any space of land and with a strip mall of all the same shops and fast food joints that has each town seeming familiar.

Many of the people who live in these homes hide within the walls without even realising it. Fix it up, tend their lawns get their opinions from talking heads on the news shows, remember when the news was reporting? now its opinion giving. Get yer ice from the door of yer fridge yer air from a big box in the garden and yer thoughts from crazed panic mongers on the telly.

I must say that even though tons of people live all around me its quiet and I hardly ever see them, a few come and go but I don't really see complete families its like they have tunnels to the next street.

I can see how these people have a sense of safety as no one bothers them. Old Knudsen always hears stories about a brutal crime and some mong always says, "Its such a safe neighbourhood that no one even locks their doors at night" it doesn't take much to lock a door and why would you be so stupid as to think you'd be safe? Oh yeah cos you don't live in the real world.

The real world and its wicked ways find yer lovely open home eventually even in a maze of same hooses on streets with nature inspired names but no nature.

2 comments:

MJ said...

"soulless streets"...

That says it all.

Anonymous said...

I don't care, I love the big, clean, California boxed set homes. Give me all that luscious light and air over cramped up character and the smell of moldy cabbage any day. The only reason everyone knows their neighbors in the barrio is because thier couches all smell like sweat.
Proletariat Daughter