“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
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm Bob Dylan, Shelter From the Storm The maniac keeps tweet-screeching and attending assemblies of the love struck, news outlets keep up with it all at ear-cracking decibels, the seas are eating […]
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“But I reckon I got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest, because Aunt Sally she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and I can’t stand it. I been there before” Two houses are going into the fields next door. From what I could find out, those fields have been open for over two hundred years. We could once walk the ridge from Warwick Furnace coming […]
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They bake cakes, pies, biscuits, patisserie, and concoctions of flour and eggs I have never encountered and cannot pronounce. They do all this in a white tent on a rented, posh UK estate in a place of bees, often rain, and a green lawn that surrounds them like something out of our dreams of paradise. A pair of judges, Paul Hollywood, a name I would not ask you to believe […]
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Let’s dispense with what this is not and with historical analogies that only obscure. We are not in an American Weimer nor in any variation of a pre-war Hitlerian Germany. The populace is not in the grip of a fear of Bolshevism brought on by a world shaking revolution in a nearby country and street fighting between Communists and members of the Republican Party in every city of the nation. […]
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