Return

So it's been busy. I have a regular gig at Murphy's Pub. My favourite pub. After the Tuesday farmer's market, the Pub is holding the 'afterparty'. Live music, bbq oysters and the usual exceelent fare of grub and booze. So once a month I play outside 'in the alley', busking in the alley. I'll lay it all out later. A couple of weeks ago, my laptop endured a major wound and needed a new hard drive. I lost much but have it back. It was a strange and curious experience dealing with the squirrel who owns and performs the major surgeries at the local comp store. There is likely medication of a serious nature involved so I deferred to his behaviour and waited. Mostly we are recovered now but, like all such injuries, full return will take a while.
So I'll be around again. Later

Voices for the election circus

Before us all a voice will rise
And elevated truth will shine
At once we'll see with open eyes.

Even those who spread the lies
Dreamed of deep in church design
Echoed by priests in heavy disguise

Here in words that saints despise
In terms no man can here define
At once we'll see with open eyes.

Against the sound of painful cries
As witness here we stand in line
Before us all a voice will rise.

When rapture hails from clear blue skies
Creator calls "whose souls are mine"?
At once we'll see with open eyes.

And those we thought so old and wise
Stay, changing water into wine
Before us all a voice will rise
At once we'll see with open eyes.

I wonder about the point of discussion when the only adhesive in American politics is hypocrisy. It's hoped that when you point a finger, no-one's looking at you. Starting at the conclusion and making all the parameters fit. One day some time ago, my closest companion asked me if, when we were young, we would ever have thought that our general state would ever become so dire. Of course I reasoned and discussed academically, but after struggling to create a point of view, I realized in clarity that she was completly correct. To reach a place where even the visual and mention of prominent leaders evokes anger and despise. For a while the chimes of freedom flashed and beckoned and like the smoke from a steamship falling over the horizon have faded into a vain, futile hope. I reject it all.

It's hard to tell if the last four decades were swift or slow. It doesn't seem like yesterday but not most of my life either. An overwhelming feeling of being under siege and rebellious fervor became entrenched in so many of us. Our champions were all being cut down, maybe next would be anyone who raised a voice of discontent. The following year in Salisbury, Wiltshire, the fuzz showed their direction and ignorant power when they beat and arrested demonstrators who were protesting the visit by Ian Smith of Rhodesia. A tyrant and determined to keep apartheid as the basis for social status and government in his country. Of course the morons in blue had no inclination of the significance of the man, they were just happy to be thugs.
1968 was a year of events. It seemed like the changes couldn't be held back. Maybe it takes less energy to be passive and settle into denial. It's getting late.

Head above groundhog.

Our days have become Schizophrenic. Shifting from dreary and depressing to glorious and optimistic. So much easier to deal with the dross and menial situations thrust into the hours, easy to leave everything in a place well deserved.
Never leave anything behind a curtain when it should be on full display.
Open air and light of day will bring all the fester to the surface
This is where denial and duplicity are laid bare.
No more secrets shared with notes after gym class, what Bobby Sue said about Billie Joe.
How the deceit crumbles in open sight is a marvel.
The wicked witch melting.

Tangent

Calm waters and easy paths are getting harder to find on the map. Level and passive didn't use to be attractive. Maybe I'm tired. At least the Dallas Cowboys are out of the playoffs.