the sheep

in centuries past
audiences at symphony concerts
were not afraid to act out their
displeasure at works which
offended
them.

in our time
I have either attended or
listened to
hundreds of concerts
and never have I heard an
audience
express even the mildest displeasure
with any
work.

have our musical artists improved
to such an
extent?

or is it the decay of courage,
the inability of the
mass mind to
reach its own
decisions?

not only in the world of
music
but in the other
world?

the next time you hear
a symphony concert
note
the obedient applause.
the death of the bluebird.
the shading of the sun:
the hooves of the horses from
hell
pounding on the barren
ground
of the human
spirit.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript