Silenced
“The jury have found the defendant Guilty. James Williams, you’re sentence is 10 years imprisonment” The hardwood of the gavel hitting the block cracked into the air. It was final. “The court is adjourned.” *** The typewriter awaited like a trusty old friend. It’s keys were reassuringly heavy and mechanical. They danced to their own rhythm, as each crisp white sheet of paper became a work of art. “I saw poets erode into the darkness of America’s insecurities.” A work of art that was so unappreciated. So highly chastised. So wrong. “Their books, their manuscripts, their films; turned to ash.” A work of art that offered freedom. “Who committed no crime but their own wild imagination.” A work of art, that got you prosecuted. “To be liberal minded, …show more content…
He distracted himself with the newspaper he bought this morning from the corner shop five minutes from his house. He pulled it out from beneath the complacent pile of paper on his desk, printed on the bottom left side of the page was an advertisement for the Six Gallery Reading. Tonight, on Friday the 7th of October, at 3119 Fillmore Street, San Francisco, James Williams will debut his next poem. Slamming the newspaper back down onto the desk, James reloaded his typewriter; he twisted the stiff dial to feed the paper through the worn black rollers. With determined sharp finger strokes, he constructed his next work of art; Slipping into a stiff black suit, it was time for the Six Gallery Reading. James walked through the door, the room was dark and smoky, the dusty white walls were lined with Avant Garde paintings and the floor was filled with tables. James made his way behind the stage, waiting for his name to be called; soon enough Kenneth Rexroth introduced James Williams. Clearing his throat, he
“The jury have found the defendant Guilty. James Williams, you’re sentence is 10 years imprisonment” The hardwood of the gavel hitting the block cracked into the air. It was final. “The court is adjourned.” *** The typewriter awaited like a trusty old friend. It’s keys were reassuringly heavy and mechanical. They danced to their own rhythm, as each crisp white sheet of paper became a work of art. “I saw poets erode into the darkness of America’s insecurities.” A work of art that was so unappreciated. So highly chastised. So wrong. “Their books, their manuscripts, their films; turned to ash.” A work of art that offered freedom. “Who committed no crime but their own wild imagination.” A work of art, that got you prosecuted. “To be liberal minded, …show more content…
He distracted himself with the newspaper he bought this morning from the corner shop five minutes from his house. He pulled it out from beneath the complacent pile of paper on his desk, printed on the bottom left side of the page was an advertisement for the Six Gallery Reading. Tonight, on Friday the 7th of October, at 3119 Fillmore Street, San Francisco, James Williams will debut his next poem. Slamming the newspaper back down onto the desk, James reloaded his typewriter; he twisted the stiff dial to feed the paper through the worn black rollers. With determined sharp finger strokes, he constructed his next work of art; Slipping into a stiff black suit, it was time for the Six Gallery Reading. James walked through the door, the room was dark and smoky, the dusty white walls were lined with Avant Garde paintings and the floor was filled with tables. James made his way behind the stage, waiting for his name to be called; soon enough Kenneth Rexroth introduced James Williams. Clearing his throat, he