Charles Levenstein’s poems have become increasingly cranky and impatient as he ages. He would like you to spend some time improving the world. And he would like to be 20 years younger, in which case he would move to Brazil.
"WW III"
From Bruce Pech:
Just finished reading Poems of World War III in one sitting. Collectively, they're very, very good, at times almost brilliant. (Much better than Lost Baggage BTW.) You've definitely got you're finger on the pulse of WWIII (soon to become IV if William Kristol and Richard Pearle have their way): the bloody drumbeat of oil and money. Cranky, impatient old men won't faze (don't trust spell check dammit!) the punditocracy, no less the rich and richer, but muttering cantankerously to power is more convincing, and damning, than pious op-ed columns and the all too predictable, morally outraged screeds in the Nation, American Prospect, & Z.