He was torn apart by dogs
set loose by playwrights, jealous that the gods
gave him more talent
After the Devastation of Trump’s First Year, These Popular Rebellions Offer Hope
“If an opposition party votes like this, it’s not in opposition. It may not even be a party.”
OMG. We have landed in an inane, insane, bombastic Monty Python skit, slap-dash improvised by a sick vengeful child king churning through endless hissy fits.
My father believed the bedrock beneath our ranch—
once an immense sea—
was still alive, that natural rhythms persisted
in its sluggish consolidation.
A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual death.
Out of the chaos of the parrots’ desperate calls had emerged a texture of beautiful sound, and none of them would ever be lonely again.
I think of long dead Germans caught in the Bardo.
Are they wagging their fingers at us?
Now you know what it felt like, they say
“This is starting to look disturbingly like Germany in the 1930s.”
All empires, when they are dying, worship the idol of war. War will save the empire. War will resurrect past glory. War will teach an unruly world to obey.
Carry your light out into the shitstorm,
Joan Baez writes, and what a swirl of turds
it is.
The military buildup is but a transfer of wealth, not an increase in security.
What will preoccupy many regional governments in Latin America, and policy experts in Washington, is whether the White House has considered the consequences to this latest escalation.
So, what’s to be done? Why, educate, of course, and stop running scared.