The Left Column

Politics for Poets

Protest

your own lack of learning.

I suggest that you occupy your classrom.

Isn't anyone protesting the many wars?

The many wars go on. It's all presented as some kind of geopolitical game. When kings are murdered by rebels they call it 'execution.' But, oh, no, it was stray bullets they are saying now. This is not to be celebrated.

Emboldened by what they delude to be success, will the Masters of War continue to beat their big drums? Here is a hint: last weekend, when no one was paying attention, it was announced that '100' 'advisers' were sent into another country to take out 'bad guys.'

I guess my question is: why don't any of these occupy fauxtestors protest the ever-expanding warring? Isn't it time for someone, anyone, to ask the question: when will the warring end?

Oh, I could go on. but . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Summer is nice on Horseneck Beach!

~ OK Now.

July 24, 2011

The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.

Stopping in a grove for the rain.
 
   
  At the flat spot where he'd stopped to catch his breath
   trees grew in a grove behind a big pine fence. 
  The rain came out into the heart of the far way fields
 He watched it with wonder as it increased and came near.