I remember how in junior high school back in Abilene, they’d have John Birch Society members visit class and show us filmstrips about the evil Russian commies taking over America. Those were the days…
My apologies for the lack of posting. Events in the national sphere as well as in our own lives are too intense or changing too rapidly to concentrate on writing decent blog posts. We’re healthy, mostly solvent, and awake. Very much awake, in fact. I’m angry, obviously. Not a rage, more like a steady tension because normal life has been exploded and we’re still descending. At this point it looks like the only thing that will save us is a Cabinet meeting in the White House where everybody cleans their guns.
But posting is bound to resume at any minute. I’ve written three long essays in the past five days and deleted every one. They weren’t half-bad, either, just didn’t move things along, you know. Pay attention to what you tell yourselves, and I will do the same.
I feel subtle rumblings beneath the surface. I’m an optimist so anticipate that life will go on. However, my intuition says reality is just about to be turned inside out. I can fully relate to those deleted essays. What can one say? What dare one say?
Life will go on, yes. I just don’t know about the details. I think your intuition is spot on, BTW, though I can’t see what it means.
Hi John, glad to hear everything is well with you and the Mrs…I agree with Marti, but definitely unsettling…always happy to hear from you whenever the urge moves, John…
Cheers for a Happy Holiday for you and the Mrs…
Hi FW! Thank you for the greeting, and the same to you!
My humble opinion is that active survival is the key. Survival with our values and goals intact. The evil empire wants us to simply disappear – carrying on thwarts them in a way they don’t know how to effectively respond to. The future will require more affirmative (non-violent) action, but for now it’s all about surviving intact, one day at a time.
I was going to be so happy when the madness ended and I could stay focused on my work. On the other hand, you can never have too many excuses.
Everyday when I read the newpaper (New York Times, “lamestream” press,) I want to put my head down in my arms and just howl! Things are happening in Boston, however, with a PEN meeting at the public library and a vigil outside the statehouse for the Electoral College. Not that it would mean anything in Massachusetts. Lots of friends are going to the womens’ march in DC. We’ll see how these (probably genteel) protests are received.
John, I saw this and had to share w/ you. I assume you and your wife have been to the Harwood there to see the Winter Funeral painting by Victor Higgins. Read what he says about Taos: “Coupled with impressive simplicity, the country makes its inhabitants daring and lovers of the ‘chance.’ In the cities men are careful, doing what others have done, bound by conventions, ringed round by tradition. The very air of Taos country, its nearness to big works of nature, drives caution from man’s brain. He takes a chance.”
Hi Terri! This is a general comment, right, and not specifically on this post? Which I’d almost forgotten I’d written, frankly—I haven’t followed the news at all for several days and feel much better for it.
Yes, I believe I know the painting, but somehow or other, I hadn’t read that particular commentary on Taos. Thank you. I’m ready to take a chance. Maybe the universe will come a-knockin’.
Yes, general because I didn’t know where else to post :-0