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Politics for Poets

I don't know what to make of it.

Politics is like the ancient ruins, but a theater

Taormina

Some are making comparisons

The view from here

The view from here? Rain. More rain. Rain through the night.

as far as the current state of poluticks? (politics) Do I need to remind people of the famous 'jump the shark' episode?

There is this thing called 'night mare logic' when things seem really really bad. You've got the wrong news somehow. And when that has happened to me (it has been a very very very long time since I've needed it) I just say 'none of what I'm telling myself that this is right now makes sense in a happy and sane world so this is either hullcination or night mare.' and then I attend to getting somewhere safe where I can sleep through whatever fear would have been there had I kept playing along with the nightmare. Usually that works for people places and things.

I used to live in a happy cave of a room in my safe spot, a bunch of hours away and tuckered in deep within my hidden view of what was (or seemed) real. At some point I recognized how fradulent so much is of this world, and looked elsewhere for revelations, and finally got back to where it all makes sense for me. I found a happy place of a different venue.

Perhaps it is because I can still recall, in some sense, what it was for me before I understood as I do today. When I noted various passings in my life, I said to myself in my journals or in my poems about what I was before, what I couldn't be now, what I wouldn't have been. What I am not. What I percieved of others, a lot of rambling and pandering to my own apologietic instincts, not willing to face-up-to what seemed very clear to me, and that I could talk about with words. I could just see it, and learned to talk about it plainly in a way almost like a standup comic with a death wish. Maybe that was me in a past incarnation, a standup comedian at some temple playhouse wine-feast venue where they ran Sicilian plays in the moonlight (speculation and fantasy. Past lives are said to be a fiction or a fantasy) (really, to me, more interesting then the speech today: what was the deal with ancient theater lighting? I mean how did they light the stage. And I think that the answer is 'with natural light'. Sunlight. Moon light. Maybe even lamps and bonfire. We forget all that. the crazy day of times gone past. They still do shows at Taormina, and you can go there in a video and hear the trustees speak in forceful verbs about that place, that localle, the theater, the ancient Greek playwrights.

So in a thousand years? what would be remembered of today? Will the world note, in some future day, Sept 9, 2021, the guantlet was thrown down for some reason when the dotter-head gave a mean-guy speech and called everyone opposed to his big plans a threat and . . . .

So how did they light those ancient venues? Well, of course, with natural light. And lamps. and bonfires.

The play that seems to be being acted out now down in the venue of the big white place, a theater for the ages, seems of the tragic genre. We know how they light that. With electric lamps paid for by the government, which gets it's money from tax payers and fee payers.

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September

September 
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   2021

 
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Summertime in New England
    

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Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

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