Providing a bully pulpit, a perch, a roof, a soap box for fiddlers, Quakers, Seekers, roosters, malcontents, true radicals, free thinkers or anyone with a beating heart and a working mind.
In the spirit of Thoreau's chanticleer.
"I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer in the morning, standing on his roost, if only to wake my neighbors up."
Friday, March 23, 2007
My Life Has Been The Poem
"My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it." - Thoreau