Chuck Wright

Sociology 101:  Introduction to Sociology (Concepts, Theories, Methods, and Perspectives)

Sociology 311:  Ecology of Human Social Systems (Environmental Sociology & Environmental Ethics)

Sociology 340:  Social Problems (Power, Wealth, and Institutional Discrimination)

Sociology 354:  Collective Behavior (Social Movements and Student Resistance)

 

Senior Lecturer: Sociology

Statistician and Research Analyst III

Institutional Research and Effectiveness

Academic Affairs

University of South Carolina Sumter

200 Miller Rd.

Sumter, SC 29105

206H Administration Building

Office:  803/938-3867          Fax:  803/775-2180

wrightcw@uscsumter.edu

 

· Academic Specialties & Vita

· Critical Environmental Literature

Division of Humanities, Social Science, and Education

“I ain’t often right

But I’ve never been wrong.

Seldom turns out

as it does in a song”

                 Robert Hunter

© Ice Nine Publishing

                

“Sometimes the light

Is all shining on me

Other times

I can barely see

Lately it occurs to me

What a long, strange trip

It’s been”

             Robert Hunter

© Ice Nine Publishing

THROWING STONES

 

 

“Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin’ free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget.
Hasn't got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

 

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the blood wind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me.
You and me.

Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin’ stones
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns 'stead of food today.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit’s sleeping

Then the flesh is ink
History's page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.

 

If the game is lost,
Then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place and empty stone
Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

 

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south

And white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And it's all too clear we're on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin', spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.”

 

                 Words by John Perry Barlow

                          © Ice Nine Publishing

My sister Beth and Trey Anastasio

Bob Weir and Ratdog at Golden Gate Park, Earth Day 2007