solve – foto by Smith
Life’s a sweet deal with a raw deal hidden within
Then a raw deal with sweet sin ridden again
The problem with waking in the morning ecstatic from a joyous dream that lifts you in wonderment and paints your day in golden glow is there’s only one way to go — down.
Yesterday’s blog blogged my happy dream, and my natural high resulting from it slowly ebbed during my morning ritual of reading the news, and enduring the heat and humidity, and was finally dulled by ending the evening watching a mediocre movie — The Happening (M. Night Shyamalan, 2008).
Today was basically a good day — Lady and I did chores and talked and shared and she finished editing the book of Wendy Shaffer’s poetry she’s publishing via her The City Poetry Press. Wendy is one of my two favorite living poets (faux modesty prevents me from naming the second).
But I made the mistake of reading this morning’s news in depth, then reading the latest Alex Cross detective novel by James Patterson (which approaches torture porn), and then actually going back and reading the evening news in depth again.
All of it of course on the heat-trapped third floor on a day in the upper 80s with the humidity in the 70s with no air conditioning except for our bedroom at night.
It’s getting weird out there folks — weirder than a snake oil convention in a broke down Bible van. Folks running for the Senate are calling each other Dark Lords and Anti-Christs and Nazis and Baby Killers and worse. The liars are lying and the cheaters are cheating and the stealers are stealing and the killers are killing and the supposed Christians got their fingers stuck in all of it with the most God-awful Godlessness.
It’s madness, and today it sucked my sunshine away. I think because I was so happy yesterday I expected it to flow over to today and when it didn’t I got down.
Thank Goodness for my Lady and our cat who through it all still provide a smile and heart hum and reason to be.
So I go from a pain blog on Monday to an ecstatic happy blog on Tuesday to a minor loss of hope in and for humanity blog today Wednesday. You all are going to start thinking I’m a fickle fackle, but facts are faxed and the faux needs to be fixed, fled, or forgotten.
I may have to stop reading the news. Like the pilots sorta said in the movie Airplane, this was a bad year to give up grass.
You can smell madness
It pours from the pits, the eyes,
the words that ring wrong
policy – foto by Smith
I think it’s a good idea to know what’s happening, but I don’t think it’s necessary to read about it every day. Why make this ugly stuff (news) part of your daily reality? What do you hope to achieve by keeping a handle on it? It’s total madness out there. We are the only sanity. We are the only foundation. What we have is real reality.
i read because i need to know what’s going on. we live in the curse of interesting times and i need to know who what when might be sneaking up on me.
but i have actually started skipping chunks of it out of boredom and repetition.
it also feeds my poetry, my blogs, some writing, and gives me a feel for the danger of the zoo we live in.
plus i\t’s my duty to know what’s going on and help fight or direct our government, our culture, our society.
cultural castoffs, social fragments, found objects have always been a part of my art and poetry – as well as the beauty and goodness i find.
it ain’t all bad out there, just mostly.
I often just read the headlines.. and stay away from in depth coverage. going in depth often brings on depression.
Have a happy dream and starting out good is better than starting out bad and going further south….