A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
Constant irony, constant obliquity, perpetual hipness, constant skipping the stone over deep water, afraid to speak, afraid to stand up for something, afraid to expose the heart, afraid to mean, afraid to be human, bloodless, unfettered glibness that touches nothing, no balls, no will to risk, no compassion, no vision, just a bunch of fucking talk, just a constant shifting of masks. Makes me want the 60s back big time.
LIBERALS: we can do better. I count myself as one but I’m getting annoyed with people whose chief purpose in life seems to be being offended. It takes more than bumper stickers and posturing to get things done. It takes getting our hands dirty and looking clearly at things we don’t want to look at: like our obnoxious self-righteousness. And isn’t this being offended a bit narcissistic? It becomes all about how offended I am rather than the grit and compassion necessary to actually get outside ourselves and be with the subject? A privileged lefty who will not see the problem clearly because it offends them is just as bad as the conservative who is incapable of empathy. We can do better.
Got the new issue of Poets & Writers. All this stuff about agents and how to hustle. There are are a lot of mediocrities out there who know how to hustle and nothing else. What if we just wrote really good stuff? What if it had to cost us something? That’s how it’s done.
Copyright 2015 Doug Anderson