Friday, January 24, 2020

1/20

There are no perfect candidates
because there are no perfect people.
If we can't have compassion for humans
who make mistakes, 
we are worse than those candidates
we seem to need to see as evil.


Most people seem to perceive the world
through layered social veneer.


MoscowMitch ass licks Putin's Bitch

Friday, January 17, 2020

thinking

I never cared about, nor believed, those so-called scandals opposition screamed against Hillary Clinton.
My issues with Hillary originate in her own words and attitudes she herself portrayed on televised events and interviews.
She exudes that imperious, angry, self-serving ambition that seems to tell a story to herself about a world of enemies she must show deadly resolve against.
She is not a person I can feel represented by.  The thought of her as first female POTUS fills my mind with:
“No, she does not represent me or those true qualities of strength and courage so many women possess.

 
 
The trap of being assholes to get approval from other assholes who are actively assholes to get approval from other assholes like you.

 
 
Where is the pride in being “white”?
So nondescript.
So amorphous.
Flavorless.
No unambiguous history.
Lack of color is not a culture. White does no great deeds for the honor of
such a diverse, farflung, unconnected category.
White pride, because you have no noble tribe to celebrate.

 
 
Strangely, what I think can be influenced by new information.
I am not invested in my opinions based on the information I have.
 
 

Friday, January 10, 2020

eclipse dreaming

It does no good to denigrate yourself
for belonging to a privileged demographic.
Rather, take sincere inventory of your behaviors
toward others – and DO better.
 
 
A secret passageway in my bedroom closet
leads to an entrance to my friend’s apartment.
I sneak through when no one is looking – I hear
my family in other rooms.
At my friend’s we speak of drinking wine.
Another friend (we were irl many years ago, and
look as we did then) is there as well, and we decide
to go to a bar.
Having decided, in the way of dreams, we are at
a roadhouse bar where we engage in flirtatious
conversation with some guys and decide to all go
elsewhere.
There is a wide expanse of empty dirt road and a car
out what would be about a block away, our destination
to get to our destination.  Between us and the car
is a wide pit maybe 10 feet deep.  Everyone gets past
the pit but me.  They call for me to come on as they
get into the car.
I am stuck on the lip of the pit closest to the car, hanging
on to not fall in.  I can’t lift myself enough to get onto
solid ground.  I keep pushing to get out, but don’t have
the strength.  I think about letting go and dropping to
the bottom – and, in the way of dreams, I experience that
drop and realize it would be even so much harder to get out,
so don’t let go of the lip.
The others seem to be in the car, unaware of or ignoring
my situation.
 
1/10/20
 
 
Employees, people who give their time, their labor to
fulfill your ambitions, ought to be deeply respected
and gratefully treated for their gifts to you.
You may say:  They are being paid so it is the employer
who is giving – but are you?
Are you rather setting your class apart as more worthy,
nickel and diming to death your metaphoric golden geese?
Are you benefitting from this world of propaganda that
cuts people down, divides and big lies to keep so many
from realizing how they could do so much better working
together for their own dreams and ambitions?
Perhaps you would do well to consider the consequences
of your conceit, make amends, become true friends working
together for everyone’s best ambitions and well-being
before you become the designated enemy of the people,
lose their gifts and good will.
 
 

1/10/20

Saturday, January 4, 2020

Adapt Persist Question

No drama
Quiet, peaceful glide
Forward [this morn] [this night]
each moment alive
 
 
 
Habitual thoughts
screensavers
for emergent ideas to replace.
 
 
 
All we have to make sense of
(the human need for meaning)
to deal with the tragedies, comedies,
ironies, catastrophes, savage families
is art.
With grace, with art, we can dance
soulfully
in the warm, beatific rain,
distract enough from the pain.
 
  
 
Ideas belong to all minds
who they engage
We each may choose to agree
disagree
change to  make more agreeable
 
 
 
No longer giving permission for disrespect.
 
 
 
"we the people" is not a creature
it is an affirmation, a call to our better selves, an aspiration, a rallying cry, a way of thinking of ourselves as we as people as power
 
 
 
 
we often get so caught up in the dramas, the pain, the work of living that we deny ourselves the simple joys
when we see those pictures of "poor but loving" families people extol, what are these loving, happy though poor, people doing?  Dancing, singing, laughing, working together on creative projects to make their meager resources do more, hugging, smiling with encouragement, what else?
 
 
 
I am not addicted
apparently I do not have an addictive personality, too adaptable to attach to habit
though I enjoy my habits while they last
I enjoy social media as a distraction from real life
irritations, and as a place to show my work, my thoughts,
to share what I find that may interest those farflung others as well
and to be inspired by what those others share
even when irritating
because irritation is part of the process
of turning grit to pearl
 
 

12/17/19-1/2/20