Elaine RussellThe best way to listen to Elaine's poetry is to imagine a little music box playing some sing-songy tune in the background as she performs her work in her charactaristically gentle, "nursery rhyme" voice. Then let it nail you. When asked, "Well, what have you got to say for yourself?!" her answer includes the following:Elaine Russell is a Sagittarius with Libra rising.She has worked as a janitor, a waitress, a file clerk, and a telephone solicitor. An outspoken activist and advocate for justice, she has been kicked out of Rochester Americorps and the Civilian Review Board. She has been blacklisted by several employers and harassed by the local cops. She teaches metaphysics, meditation, and alternative healing. She has published numerous articles and poems. She is a graduate of Syracuse and Cornell Universities. Ms. Russell has been referred to as a liberal, a hippie, overqualified, insubordinate, weird, crazy, a self-styled intilectual, and a sexy little thing. In literary circles, she is known as the Diva of Deep Doggerel. Which American people adore Whenever there's war there are jobs Which appeals to the big spending mobs Wherever there's oil there's George Bush With goons kissing his billionaire tush For cheap oil we were willing to bomb Somalia, Iraq, Vietnam Plotting ways to blow people apart New world order checks in with a blast With dead bodies piling up fast our news media does not reveal What the pentagon wants to conceal There is oil in the Balkans, of course So lets go in and take it by force War euphoria serves to enthrall us 'Till the truth does make monkeys of all us Ethnic cleansing is just an excuse To wage war for cheap oil for our use I rather fear It's going on here In fact it's very profuse Get a job in a factory And send your children to daycare Nobody here rides for free Now watch what you say to your children Accept that your life is the pitts Or you'll end up on Sally and Oprah Confronted by your screwed up kids Your car will not pass inspection Unless you buy one of our tires So we already ripped off your sticker Six months before it expires We frown upon single mothers And think you deserve your distress If you'd just kept your knees together you wouldn't be in this mess The man whom you failed as a woman Is going to take you to court To get custody and make you give him Half your paycheck in child support You say there's no food in your cupboard I don't want to hear your excuse I'll just call the anonymous snitch line And report you for child abuse Your kid looks like a delinquent We should lock him behind prison doors The slammer is full of the product Of broken homes just like yours We don't want you in our neighborhood Your lifestyle isn't quite right If you bring down our property values We'll turn you in for your blight Compassion's not on our agenda You're still useful as someone to mock If we didn't have you to look down at We might see ourselves and be shocked Your kids got their smarts from their father Your clothing is so out of style Your future offers no promise And we wish you'd get rid of that smile This collection was posted here in April 2000. All poetry and other artistic writings are © their authors and reproduced here with their permission. All contents © unless otherwise noted. Back to the Fireside or Click to return to the main page of |