"Happy Thanksgiving",...I hope you have food.

I'm sleeping through this thing.

Just as I do all of the false painted smile holidays.

I hate them I curse them to hell.

Just leave me the fuck alone.

"...home"

"...home"

I just got two letters.

One from my tiny pension plan.

Another from a funeral home wanting my business.

Are these folks trying to tell me something?

"...change"

"...change"

Australia is burning now right now as you read this. Just as California burned last summer, and will again next. The world is changing. For real air sea land flesh, and bone changing. 

We change what we do change who we are or perish. 

The world will be fine in any case. It will easily survive us. 
In 20 millions of years you'll hardly know we were ever here. 'But the world will be here. 

The changing is for us. Our lives our species, and those on the world with us.

"Once Upon a Time"

"Once Upon a Time"

Some on FB asked the other day for another story. Okay here's an observation from about a year ago early October.

"Once upon a time..."
A brief though hard rain blew through town late this afternoon. Winds tossed the trees back, and forth. Leaves filled the air. All that Wizard of OZ stuff on steroids.

Later that evening I went out for a walk on the Parkway. Eastern Parkway in fact. This street began as a deer trail. Later a Native hunting path. Then in colonial times a horse, and carriage track.
In the early 20th century an auto highway with parkland on it's sides.

Here is where I lived, and played as a child.

Time, and circumstance have brought me back to where I began.
So many changes. I recall all the Whites fleeing to their 'Burbs when Coloreds, and Hispanics started to come in. Now their grandchildren are here.
Back from their strange exile in the land of Bar-B-Q pits, and Segregated schools.

They're welcome as all are here.

Walking tonight along the Parkway I heard the symphony of languages that so marks this Emerald City. Haitian French Creole Russian varieties of Spanish Romanian Mandarin various sorts of English,...I think I even heard a few bars of Standard English in the Symphony's adagio.

I couldn't live anywhere else.

I sensed autumn.
Just a very slight aroma. The fall scent was in the air after the storm. It was warm, and humid yes, but the breeze had an edge of coolness about. In the same way you sense spring in very late winter...a cold breeze yet with a faint warm edge.
The Sun, and Moon have chased each other through the seasons. We have lived another summer, and now prepare for short days cold nights, and the turning of the leaves.

A Wonder.

“Illinois“

“Illinois“

For over a century, and a half we unknowingly called to the stars. We unaware pleaded for attention with Morse Code then Carrier Wave radio, and now Digital Bursts.  We even changed the spectrum of our atmosphere with industry. All this to mark our presence.

We called, and were heard.

As is their way the Star Folk sent an Envoy. This to hear our story not from our machines, but from ourselves. A vessel of bright shimmers there, but not moved undetected through the clouds. Like a dream passing through warm air.

It came to rest not at the Kremlin White House Versailles or even Disneyland. It settled a meter above the cracked pavement of a forsaken part of East Saint Louis, Illinois.

The Envoy disembarked, and floated to those watching. They were enveloped as with a mist. Their souls were asked for the story of Earth.

In response the Envoy was led to a battered Homeless Shelter. There the people said the truth of Earth could be found.

...words"

...words"

I’m trying to read, no longer as easy as it sounds.
No politics no scary essays…no more of that. As I attempt on occasion I had yet another go at Donne’s Holy Sonnets. How the language has shifted in just a handful of centuries. What will folks make of Ginsberg in just three or four hundred years. How will “Howl” scan to them.
Also reading James Baldwin’s sermons. What would he, and Donne have made of each other. Would they find kindred streaks of fire in each others words?

"~\MM/~"

"~\MM/~"

"Blessed Death"

"Blessed Death"

"We're All Going to Die"

"KILL ME!"

( Wow that was Cathartic,...thanks I feel better now. )

"Idealistic Delusion #238"

"Idealistic Delusion #238"

Now, and then one hears of an impoverished ignored American town or village asking the United Nations for help. The State Department always shuts that down, and the U.N. having no nuts to speak of always looks the other way.
Maybe if a whole State or large group of towns, and city neighborhoods asked together this country might be embarrassed into doing something. A growing portion of our Republic is at Third World status. No one cares or ever will. Not the shrinking middle class, and certainly not the oblivious 1%.
So an appeal to the World may be the last recourse.
I myself...no kidding, am now composing a nice note to the Secretary General regards the state affairs of Brooklyn.

I'll keep you informed.

"Honored Sir Madam or Other. Though under the influence of rather powerful medications I never the less have several items of importance I wish draw to your attention..."

"~\V/~"

"~\V/~"

"The urge to save humanity is always a false face 

for the desire to rule it."

*

H.L. Mencken

*

Violent revolutions sound like swell ideas.

If you're 18 or 20 pissed horny angry, and have never seen mass death.

They're heroic sexy, and fun till they happen.

Happen, and make things insanely worse than they were.

One wades through an ocean of blood.

At least that's what the entire 20th century taught us.

Change will happen.

However with as little carnage as possible.

The Civil Rights Act took a  century of slow passage, and cost lives.

Perhaps a Thousand over that century.

Freedom has a price.

*

So does Chaos.

(...nice jacket though.)

"...a hit"

"...a hit"

My dreamed of drug of choice.

Sugar-free of course.

If I could snort it or shoot it up.

I would.

"Cheer Up"

"Cheer Up"

"Let us Pray"

"~\+/~"

"~\+/~"

Is this a Threat or a Promise?