When I’m not gnashing my teeth, I’m girding my loins. Just like you. I’m done bashing the guy. To say his ignorance is only overshadowed by his arrogance only serves to vent my spleen. The case has long since been made and reinforced daily. Yet no instance of stupidity or sadism is enough to rouse his slumbering constituency.
The nagging question is how to cope. I had my turn at the barricades. Resistance at my age precludes marches and rallies. The human potential that has been deported, defunded or suppressed has to be met with acts of the imagination and soulful relationships supporting each other.
Much can happen over poke bowls or falafel wraps. Kinship is always on the menu.
The moral violence in words and deeds which seems to accompany breaking news, must be answered with a surge of music, art, dance or poetry. I would also include simple kindness and civil discourse as a creative moment. Our descent into depravity requires nothing less, though everyone will write their own prescription.
The values once regarded as givens in our former democracy are not only under assault but have been replaced by lawlessness, greed and a wanton disregard for human suffering.
So we reach for even small acts of transcendence. Brush on canvas, fingers on the keyboard, communing with nature, sounds from Brahms to Coltrane, transport from artistry on stage or screen; anything which offers a lift serves to restore what has been lost or under siege.
Why just last night......
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