Music for a New Depression, songs of a native oracle, slices the political scene to shreds, then wands it back together. The poet with his blues magic makes us realize that the only audience that matters is the land itself. Written on a mountain top in New Mexico, the poems are arrows to the heart of Washington, meant to light the sky as they travel there, by taking to task the national political scene and the current politics of language.
Elihu looks down from the clouds at the herd rushing toward a cliff, to lyricize the thunder. His warnings strike like lightning and reflect the popular contempt for politics, but that is exactly what is needed to start an honest dialogue and initiate real change in the entire body politic. Sing with him!
2016: the political train is pulling into a new station: the pendulum swings us across the decades: when a backlash sets in, we need to know who has been holding the whip, in order to take it away from him/her. This is a process independent of personalities, however much they cry out, reverse their own course, and encase themselves in glass coffins.