An undelivered commencement address to the graduating class at Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana

by Martin Action



[eggs]


[smashed eggs]


[apartments] Somehow

you
think
that
the
appeal [521 N Washington] of
this
studentine
ghetto
will
wear
down [anarchy grafitti and
off
as
you
reach
predicted
maturity.

Maybe . . .

maybe not.


Cut off the soles of your shoes

climb a tree
and learn to play the flute.

[flute]

Lounge by the shores, naked and care free.

Have late breakfasts at the Uptown.

[The Uptown Cafe]

Drink more. Smoke more. Plow fields.

[Peter Pan peanut butter]

Peter Pan was right.
Don't do it.
Don't grow up.
Don't leave.
You can stay here, deep in the ivory womb.
You could get a job as a painter,
or start another paper or something.
Maybe you can get that recording contract
and still live out on Smithville Rd.



[guitars] Stay here.
Don't leave.
You could get a job dish washing at the Spoon.
Get back to your writing.
Buy that old beat-up all-metal electric guitar
and learn a few power chords.

[money]


[biohazard] And you need Bloomington.

It's in your blood,
coagulating your motivation
as it massages your soul.



Then you'll remember what I'm saying here.
You'll remember how you thought I was crazy.
How I was so conservative and infantile.
And how those were the best days of your life.