Mark, this latest offering is packed with so much of value that it is impossible (for me) to give it the review it deserves. However, I do have 2 bits to put on the table: 1) concerning finding a path in the sea of madness, I remember and pass forward this from Joseph Campbell - "Joyful participation in the sorrows of life", and 2) re the poem Bullies, I strongly identify with this and it complicates the issue of capitulating to the abuse of the Military-Industrial Complex vs taking down the Bully (bullies come in various sizes). I'm grateful you chose poetry over law, etc, and I continue to benefit from and enjoy your industry. Slainte!
A shit show without an intermission. Wantabe DT Buffoon again is in the race. DT poison to fill the jack boots goose-stepping red flag waving witless whining draft buy out without honor or integrality, and it's selling on the market. It's beyond sad or pathetic words. It's on the edge of the abyss. A pit possibly too deep to crawl out of. But my hearts thumping, not with fear. Human life spans are short for good reason.
Embrace the day, aye? We'll deal with them as they come, as they are. It's a hell of a show. Couldn't have asked for more or less. A happy optimistic pessimist.
I started thinking about the TV movies I escape to sometimes, idealized reenactments of the building of kingdoms, the unification of kingdoms, those few big men suspicious, conniving, drinking together rough wood and flickering firelight, and all the other men, the regular men, the farmers the fathers the husbands sons and brothers drinking too, outside in the cold, who follow, and fight and die in godawful bloody ways while the women and children and fields are burned alive behind them, hundreds and hundreds, humans spent then like we spend bullets now. With guns, we have brought the warring home, there are so many extra people now, the big guys don't really mind that we kill a few of each other a few kids in their schools because the big guys fight different now, we are killing ourselves still with acceptance, gratitude even for the hot dogs and beer, ice cream and chips, the stadiums, the cars. For convenience.
Mark, I have a terrible request to make of you. Will you write about Gisele Pelicot?
Comfortable terror. I don't know much about her, only the little bit I've read in the paper. Which is another one of those horror stories humans love to read. It feeds us in so many ways: fear, rage, pity, compassion--that's one hell of an audience! No wonder the fuckin' media thrives on it from the "National Enquirer" to "60 Minutes." It's shocking and it's not surprising at the same time. We are capable of everything. Whitman knew that. Here is another little scribble that's in the Sister Buffalo book:
Mark, this latest offering is packed with so much of value that it is impossible (for me) to give it the review it deserves. However, I do have 2 bits to put on the table: 1) concerning finding a path in the sea of madness, I remember and pass forward this from Joseph Campbell - "Joyful participation in the sorrows of life", and 2) re the poem Bullies, I strongly identify with this and it complicates the issue of capitulating to the abuse of the Military-Industrial Complex vs taking down the Bully (bullies come in various sizes). I'm grateful you chose poetry over law, etc, and I continue to benefit from and enjoy your industry. Slainte!
Thank you. Ron! I spent the morning with James. Got it all under control. Wait a week or so before you cash that check. Peace.
A shit show without an intermission. Wantabe DT Buffoon again is in the race. DT poison to fill the jack boots goose-stepping red flag waving witless whining draft buy out without honor or integrality, and it's selling on the market. It's beyond sad or pathetic words. It's on the edge of the abyss. A pit possibly too deep to crawl out of. But my hearts thumping, not with fear. Human life spans are short for good reason.
Embrace the day, aye? We'll deal with them as they come, as they are. It's a hell of a show. Couldn't have asked for more or less. A happy optimistic pessimist.
Phew.
I started thinking about the TV movies I escape to sometimes, idealized reenactments of the building of kingdoms, the unification of kingdoms, those few big men suspicious, conniving, drinking together rough wood and flickering firelight, and all the other men, the regular men, the farmers the fathers the husbands sons and brothers drinking too, outside in the cold, who follow, and fight and die in godawful bloody ways while the women and children and fields are burned alive behind them, hundreds and hundreds, humans spent then like we spend bullets now. With guns, we have brought the warring home, there are so many extra people now, the big guys don't really mind that we kill a few of each other a few kids in their schools because the big guys fight different now, we are killing ourselves still with acceptance, gratitude even for the hot dogs and beer, ice cream and chips, the stadiums, the cars. For convenience.
Mark, I have a terrible request to make of you. Will you write about Gisele Pelicot?
Comfortable terror. I don't know much about her, only the little bit I've read in the paper. Which is another one of those horror stories humans love to read. It feeds us in so many ways: fear, rage, pity, compassion--that's one hell of an audience! No wonder the fuckin' media thrives on it from the "National Enquirer" to "60 Minutes." It's shocking and it's not surprising at the same time. We are capable of everything. Whitman knew that. Here is another little scribble that's in the Sister Buffalo book:
Bravery
may be confused often
with arrogance
and stupidity,
chest thumping, posing,
the fear of backing down,
being perceived as weak
or afraid, afraid
to be compared to women,
the weaker sex
real men must protect
from the other real men
coming for them,
brave men who venture
out into the dark,
into battle, alone
or in posses
determined to possess
whatever they're after
including women
(of course) who oblige
(hide their children)
and lie to survive . . .
man-unkind survives
souly because of women
and semen in spite
of ignorant men
who feel nothing
is more worthy than
bravery.
Here's to an estrogen tour in the white house!
Matty told Hatty
Watch it now
Wooly Bully Pulpit
Let's don't take no chance
Watch it now
Here it comes
Welcome words, full of news. Thanks, Mark. Prescient.