“You can’t win the whole country anymore, so stop trying. You don’t need fifty million people to love you. You need five million people fucking pissed. Anger sells. You have fans. I have soldiers.”—Stormfront (closet Nazi superhero) to Homelander (sociopath superhero) in Amazon Prime’s “The Boys.”
“I’m not looking for American heroism,” the economist Jeffrey Sachs said. “I’m looking for the United States not to be among the most destructive forces on the planet right now.”—Jeffrey Sachs
The purpose of art is not the release of a momentary ejection of adrenaline but rather the gradual, lifelong construction of a state of wonder and serenity.
Me after spending a week in Lawrence, KS. With apologies to Arthur C. Clarke.
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. But then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings… The name of our beautiful reward isn’t profit. Its name is freedom.
We are learning to do a great many clever things…The next great task will be to learn not to do them.
I turned on the lights, the TV and the radio
Still, I can’t escape the ghost of you
What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some would say
Where is the life that I recognize?
But I won’t cry for yesterday, there’s an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And, as I try to make my way to the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Is my World
What describes the ethos of the QAnon cult better than this passage from Foucault’s Pendulum by Umberto Eco?
…luck rewarded us, because, wanting connections, we found connections — always, everywhere, and between everything. The world exploded into a whirling network of kinships, where everything pointed to everything else, everything explained everything else…
Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.
If you have time to chatter,
If you have time to read,
Walk into mountain, desert and ocean.
If you have time to walk,
Sing songs and dance.
If you have time to dance,—excerpted from How To Live on the Planet Earth: Collected Poems
Sit quietly, you Happy Lucky Idiot.
Don’t you want to ask these people who take so much from us; don’t you want to ask yourself? Why do you need so much?
… the rest “Is This Not Enough?”
Is this not enough
This blessed sip of life?
Is it not enough
Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month, or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.”
Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed.—from Poor Man’s Pudding and Rich Man’s Crumbs
Poetry is not a fancy way of giving you information; it’s an incantation. It is actually a magic spell. It changes things; it changes you.
“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.”—Stephen King
Thanks to Kyra Mills for sharing her beautiful artwork.
Men who look upon themselves as born to reign, and others to obey, soon grow insolent; selected from the rest of mankind their minds are early poisoned by importance; and the world they act in differs so materially from the world at large, that they have but little opportunity of knowing its true interests, and when they succeed to the government are frequently the most ignorant and unfit of any throughout the dominions.
Regarding my Facebook friends list.
I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.—Bilbo Baggins, Eleventy-first Birthday Speech
He simply wasn’t all there. He wasn’t a complete human being at all. He was a tiny bit of one, unnaturally developed; something in a bottle, an organ kept alive in a laboratory. I thought he was a sort of primitive savage, but he was something absolutely modern and up-to-date that only this ghastly age could produce. A tiny bit of a man pretending he was the whole.
There’s something I should tell you
Before I take your blindfold off
I’ve been twisted and turned
By what I have learned
But my blood is warm
John McPhee on the father of his geologist traveling companion David Love.
… the rest “You Don’t Always Have One Available.”
In the earlier stretch of his life when John Love had slept out for seven years, he would wrap himself in his sougans and finish the package with