I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, “you must not ask for so much.” And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?” Oh like a bird on the wire, GREENGREEN ANARCHYANARCHY Like a drunk in a midnight choir FALL/WINTER 2005-06 I have tried in my way to be free. ISSUE #21 $4 USA, $5 CANADA, –Leonard Cohen, $6 EUROPE, $7 WORLD Bird On A Wire FREE TO PRISONERS GREEN ANARCHY PO BOX 11331 Eugene, OR 97440
[email protected] AnAn Anti-CivilizationAnti-Civilization JournalJournal ofof TTheoryheory andand ActionAction Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? “We“We areare thethe birdsbirds ofof thethe comingcoming storm.”storm.” —August—August SpiesSpies Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? TheThe tidetide isis out,out, thethe windwind blowsblows offoff thethe shore;shore; Bare burn the white sands in the scorching sun; I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, Bare burn the white sands in the scorching sun; The sea complains, but its great voice is low. I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways, The sea complains, but its great voice is low. I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, Bitter thy woes, O People, I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, Bitter thy woes, O People, And the burden I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And the burden HardlyHardly toto bebe borne!borne! I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it, WearilyWearily grows,grows, OO People,People, I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, AllAll thethe achingaching I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’, OfOf thythy piercedpierced heart,heart, bruisedbruised andand torn!torn! I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’, ButBut yetyet thythy timetime isis not,not, I saw a white ladder all covered with water, AndAnd lowlow thythy moaning.moaning.