“A world without the option of abating an ill-conceived life before it has begun is a world that dooms millions to Victor Frankenstein’s fate. What a pause-giving thought: that a girl not yet nineteen, who lived two centuries ago, has a finer moral compass than the Supreme Court of the world’s largest twenty-first-century democracy.” —Maria Popova, The Maginalian
Now here we are in the disturbed direction of the present where untruthful tongues sway and inculcate to overtake
in slippery steps of hateful rhetoric organized to remake, remove, and subjugate.
We are amuck in muck– and we have not reached the end. Grandmothers who fought fascists, with silver-haired grief vow to fight again
because–not to be overly dramatic— but many will die. Their greed’s insatiable, their pockets are deep, even if their logic is faulty and incomplete.
(Please may I have a pardon?)
And will our democratic paper prove strong enough to cover and crumble their despotic rocks?
Jane’s generated Random Words (another Oracle) once again forced me to write about current events. The January 6 Committee hearings will resume sometime in July. Meanwhile, the reactionary majority of our Supreme Court is sending us backwards in time. If only we had the votes to impeach this unqualified, lying, possibly criminal group who have made the Court a joke.
Sometimes it takes an earthquake to turn the world upside down, other times, a chain of ragged men, wed to false nostalgia– the obedient true believers and the deranged crack the engines of progress, flatten tires, apply the brakes
till the cracks widen and inequality grows, it is simple arithmetic,
the slippery slope of beneficial deals, the ahistorical fiction fed to a leader and his brethren, unfulfilled dreams—
there is no utopia.
In the aftermath, the masks slip the enchantment vanishes, the prince is a cockeyed monster, not dashing, the wishes are merely that— the men are still ragged, still waiting, their countries shattered
The attempt was not furtive, not noiseless, it was abusive, shameless a deafening crash— we’re crashing. . .crashed
over the precipice, past nervous titters, and anxious alarms into the volcano,
we wait for a line, a beaming up and out. There—a bird an owl, her cry resonates—look–
each cloud indents the sky, like a paragraph on a page, now watch the blue more words float into view:
less mothering from a tiny red rose there is life and death and magic in the woods
for if in rain, pale petals fall and time cries with tapping beats against the glass, stop, listen, hear the drumming, hear the violin sighs
of life aches– the raw is still there but pink-petaled spring whispers under a sweetened lemon sun,
failure, collapse, frightening– and boundless—once upon a time, the stars sang a secret. . . I wish.
This is a poem created from the Random Words I generated yesterday and some of the Oracle’s words from Saturday. I’m getting this up early so I can do some work before the next round of January 6 Committee Hearings begin this morning at 10:00 AM Eastern Time.
We listened to the first televised hearing on Thursday night on the radio as we were driving home from a beautiful night with dear friends at William Heritage Winery, and then watched it on TV after we got home. It was horrifying and stunning to watch. It’s beyond doubt that the former president instigated an attempted insurrection. Unfortunately, it’s gone beyond him now and growing.
Merri’s Movie, TV, Theater Club: We finished the new season of the Danish political drama, Borgen, which was a lesson on how power corrupts. This season returned after nine years. It is an excellent series, which I highly recommend. We stated watching the new season of Stranger Things. It’s a lot of fun so far. Both shows are on Netflix. I didn’t watch either trailer because I don’t want to know anything in advance.
I get emails from Focus Features, and so I was able to see a free virtual screening of the new Downton Abbey movie, Downton Abbey: A New Era. It was a bit predictable, but it was Downton Abbey—well-acted, beautiful filmed—and if you like the show, you’ll enjoy the movie. I did.
On Saturday afternoon, we saw Into the Woods at the Arden Theatre in Philadelphia. We walked around in a light rain first. It was a very enjoyable production, the audience around three sides of a bare bones stage with an excellent orchestra raised behind them. It was a show of imagination and storytelling—no special costumes, just a few props like crowns, red cape, golden shoes, Rapunzel’s braid, etc. Several cast members played multiple roles, including playing Snowy White the Cow, the hen that laid golden eggs, and the Giants’ harp. The Baker’s vocals were the standout for me, but all the actors sang beautifully. We both enjoyed this production very much.
Do the stars remember their songs before they vanish into black? Perhaps, not voiceless, they are infusions pulsing light through a dark heart,
a broken heart—again– scabs picked from patched veins the once aberrant and taboo ooze– but we detach, too tired to clear clouded eyes.
Instead, we strew hope and prayers like seeds cast into a field without thought or preparation, waiting for flowers to bloom, and turn their heads to the sun.
I think of stone soup—each adding. . .something, some celery perhaps? Would it satisfy? Hinder the hate? Like Mother Trees, could we connect, share and nourish?
Fresh Summer Produce–Cooking, Trying to Heal
But there’s another storm, the caliginous sky, a rolling dark sea encroaches, a fast and furious tide, a flash, and gone—a recess for the scent of petrichor and honeysuckle to play,
throwing a blanket over me, filling my senses, and I hold the moment close, perfect seconds pass—loved ones, sunshine, wine, and cats, the pre-dawn choir– Was that gunshot? A shiver down my spine.
Yet I celebrate the brilliant blush, the wild blue, the bird-voiced morning, and if I embrace the ghosts the laugh that travels through an unopened window— reflections on the glass, I know the future does not skirt the past.
I generated a random word list yesterday, and I used some of the words in my musings today. I also used a couple stanzas that I cut from my Oracle poem on Saturday.
We had our second booster shots on Tuesday. Tuesday night I couldn’t sleep, and all-day Wednesday I felt tired, but not sleepy—just heavy and off. It suddenly lifted Wednesday night. We had severe weather alerts on Thursday, but we managed to get in a little bit over an hour at the first Vino and Vibes of the summer at William Heritage Winery. Saturday and Sunday were simply gorgeous, perfect days, as far as the weather. There was another mass shooting. This time in Philadelphia, on South Street, an area full of people enjoying a beautiful Saturday night. I know the area. But on Sunday, we went into the city to see a play at the Wilma Theater, Fairview.It’s a play that’s difficult to describe. It begins like a sitcom and turns into something else. As the director, James Ijames writes, it is “ a sitcom that trips on a wrinkle in the rug and tumbles into the uncanny, the sublime, and the truth. .. Jackie’s play asks us all to imagine together what it means to choose a different path. To practice empathy.”
We walked through Philadelphia’s Pride Celebration, and at Tria, we got great seats for a drum show.
Just before 4 AM today I heard something—it sounded like gunshots. I didn’t imagine it because the sound woke my cat, too. (Not my husband.) People set off fire crackers, but at that time?
Merril’s TV Club: We watched the new season of Undone. I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the first season. Time travel, mental illness—it’s totally unique. We started the new season of the Danish series Borgen, an excellent political drama. This is a return to the series after many years. The first woman prime minister is now the foreign secretary, and the plot concerns the discovery of huge amounts of oil in Greenland. Greenland is still under Danish control, so there is a conflict over climate and environmental concerns and the autonomy and prosperity of the people in Greenland.