HATE DOES NOT EMERGE FROM A VACUUM. Nor could it thrive there, we might add. Just as many hands are required to bring about positive change in our culture, so are many energies and voices required to propagate negativity on a large scale. There is no doubt that a battle rages and that the heart of this nation is at stake.
IT’S BEEN A LONG, INTENSE ELECTION YEAR. And just as after the primaries ended, at this point I feel the need to center myself. To calm, to restore, to reorient and mostly to withdraw a bit from the online activity and conversation, at least for a brief moment. Enough to mark a pause or a divide.
STEPHEN COLBERT always jabs and parries and stutter-steps while most of his guests are busy arranging their facial expression or shouting out unfunny jokes to try and appear as if they are keeping up. Author Sherman Alexie gets off some fast shots and smart comments as he makes his case for Barack Obama.
ALREADY, voting is under way. After two stolen elections which brought us the loathesome idiot George W. Bush; the criminal negligent George W. Bush; the Miserable Failure George W. Bush, who in turn brought us thousands upon thousands of corpses in the ground, dollars in the fire, and terror in the air—I can’t think of a more important election. And it seems the tension is already on, judging by at least one story out of Ohio.
I feel we need more permission to be less conclusive and less defined and to bleed over our boundaries a bit. That approach is even what allows me to shift and change in the ways I do. Any label or title we fit upon ourselves ought immediately feel like a crown of thorns, ought immediately be suspect and deemed temporary at best. When we draw those concrete boundaries, those barbed-wire assignments—even around only ourselves—we are also deciding that others ought be contained in the remaining space.
THERE ARE THOSE TIMES in your early childhood when you have a moment of epiphany or an awareness that rings out loudly and clearly and never stops. Moments that serve as a tuning fork for the rest of your life, sounding out a true C note so you can always get yourself in key when you choose.
I am far more comfortable navigating the in-between than I am in any Place. I like no thing as much as the coming and going from one to another. It is on the purpling beaches of dusk and the roseing gauze of dawn that my true eye shines lidless and I see so much more than in broad daylight.
I’VE LOVED THE DAWN FOR YEARS because I like being alone with the planet when the sun rises. I like beginning before the street does, before the noise does, before the thoughts in my mind cramp and clutter in clusters and shooting diagonals and bubbling up antagonals, before the exhaust fills the air and my lungs and dulls the day into evening.
I KNOW YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO TALK ABOUT THIS on a Wednesday evening, but let’s consider the anus. Oh, it doesn’t have to be yours. I know. You’re like…an Elf. You don’t have one. Anyway, I ask this not for myself, and God knows it’s not for the children, but it’s for “Kelly” who commented [...]
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