“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here Wednesday, December 16: I heard him before I could see him — the loud voice, vicious in tone — “fuck you, yeah yeah … who the fuck are you lookin’ at, you, fuck you”. I could not find the man. Then, as if the wind had caught them, those walking into and out of the store all turned in one direction. He was sitting in a black sedan parked closest […]
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You Can Listen Here He gets it — popular culture’s addiction to speed and snark, its absence of an attention span, its carelessness about facts, its belligerence toward all authority except the almighty “I”. Mr. Trump’s use of first person plural, his “we” uttered again and again, invites the listener inside his persona and therefore into a space reserved only for winners like himself and all who agree with him. The “losers” dwell in […]
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You Can Listen Here The sun gone down, the trees a tracery of black set against the blue light — the three of us walked, quiet as spies, our silhouettes masked against the brush line. Silence catches things. There. Our predators’ avidity for motion snapped to a flowing along the land — a Cooper riding the undulations of the field. Never more than three feet above the bleached grass, he hunted, tilting, cresting and dipping, silent, an edged thing […]
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You Can Listen Here My sixty-three years remembers 1958 when Sister said go and we slid from our seats and crouched under desks. I covered my head and looked to see if my friends were doing the same. We smiled at each other. Sometimes in the hallways, crouched against the wall, waiting for the all clear, we watched blue-robed Sister slide back and forth above us. They had power in those blue robes. I thought, […]
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