I regret somewhat I'm slow to move. Yet in reality that is probably a character trait that has been to my advantage in that I will not shoot from my hip and make sure my powder is dry as I venture into the world of posting my thought life.
I find that I needed to come down from some dizzying heights where my flights of fantasy could have waylaid me not so long ago, and as such, as circumstance has changed modestly, my thought life has had a modest change of course which allows a window for me see more clearly what American Dystopia should and maybe should not be.
America is as complicated an object of love as any human being could be psychologically betrothed too. Where challenged by it's history, memories, folklore, meaning. Every single iota of it confounds us but my appreciation of it's glories are undying. No, I am not going to abandon my object of love and desire.
How others do so, so casually and haphazardly I find that as confounding as my internal compass turning me towards my true love, and that is America. I love her warts and all. Really I find it depressingly immature how so many citizens have to go through some stage in life despising America. Going loathsomely through their life never transcending that malaise. Se la vi.
I'm yes, a conspiracist. Yet the meat grinder of life has made me come out of the process a sympathetic lover of my country. I know it's terrible and most tragic and unforgivable crimes. I've dug deep and long to find and face it ugliness and this country is not a rotting corpse needing to be buried or criminal in stir deserving the gallows. It's living and breathing and in periods of birth and rebirth as every and all countries and peoples and individuals and even as all cell life experiences metamorphosis in their life cycles.
My blog I hope will be like birth or even rebirth; painful loud joyous bloody insanely bewildering but a flash of new vision creeping into the sunlight.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Who, What, How & Why?
Having recently returned from an extended sojourn to the Pacific Northwest, I finally resolved to put my own two cents worth into the blogosphere. To self publish an occasional screed and to hopefully rationally reflect on the public and private moods of my fellow citizens and even the non-citizens of this incredible nation.
I dreamed a dream an it became a nightmare. That such a bland cliche could seemingly become a reality in such a short instance is nightmarish and why I'm compelled to sadly reflect upon America at this present time. Northern California, Washington and Oregon bask in a particular kind of wealth. Rich with scenery that abounds with natures abundance, yet slack in any sense of foreboding as to how much the rest of the United States is skittish and in some states damn scared of it's future.
The Pacific Northwest dreams a dream as pleasant as the sky is high it's air cool, and it's rainy weather simply wills itself to transcend it's moody cloudy days into just more verdant green scenes, pasture like peacefulness in suburban dreamt landscapes. No interruptions of belching and grinding sounds like our discordant rust belt dystopias rising and surging east to the west in a brittle cacaphony of dysfunctional old metal ringing inharmonious melodies that once sung sweet melodies of industrious sounds; now all hoarse even more nag (small pun) triumphant with trumpets no more. Our scarletts now an anemic
dried blood red, our blues, no longer sky high with feint clouds, just mournful and muddy like a hobo's song. Pitiless moaning, last gasp type stuff that wounds the observer and the observed. Allow me to end my inaugural post quickly their is much to write and describe.
I dreamed a dream an it became a nightmare. That such a bland cliche could seemingly become a reality in such a short instance is nightmarish and why I'm compelled to sadly reflect upon America at this present time. Northern California, Washington and Oregon bask in a particular kind of wealth. Rich with scenery that abounds with natures abundance, yet slack in any sense of foreboding as to how much the rest of the United States is skittish and in some states damn scared of it's future.
The Pacific Northwest dreams a dream as pleasant as the sky is high it's air cool, and it's rainy weather simply wills itself to transcend it's moody cloudy days into just more verdant green scenes, pasture like peacefulness in suburban dreamt landscapes. No interruptions of belching and grinding sounds like our discordant rust belt dystopias rising and surging east to the west in a brittle cacaphony of dysfunctional old metal ringing inharmonious melodies that once sung sweet melodies of industrious sounds; now all hoarse even more nag (small pun) triumphant with trumpets no more. Our scarletts now an anemic
dried blood red, our blues, no longer sky high with feint clouds, just mournful and muddy like a hobo's song. Pitiless moaning, last gasp type stuff that wounds the observer and the observed. Allow me to end my inaugural post quickly their is much to write and describe.
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