so it is oct 29th 2008, and the planet still disregards us
well it DOES, as much as it can. it still rotates, it still revolves, makes volcanoes and earthquakes and whatever, and disregards our depressions and deaths and births and whatever. in spite of all the ways we INTERFERE with it.
read an entry in a blog yesterday having to do with a couple not being able to get medicaid for some very ridiculous reasons. i don't have much experience of social services myself, but i have a niece who has a LOT. it's very tough for a working couple who don't make much money and are just barely hanging on to qualify for ANYTHING. i pay the phone bill for her and her husband to help out, and some others in the family help. but if your family isn't able to help you, you're basically screwed. in one of the richest countries in the world, certain people about whom our government cares very little have to struggle so. of course, our government has been spending a HUGE amount of money protecting anne nakis from the mafia for the last year or two, while they at the same time abuse the fucking life out of her. but you need to remember what SHE thinks, and i have come to agree with her: all those dollars haven't been spent because anne nakis is worth something as a human being, because one life is worth saving. it has been spent to protect the FBI's bait, the best bait it's had in years for catching mafia criminals, or at least that all seems quite possible to me.
anyway, as I've said before, those are the kind of blogs I like to look at: TRUTH. people dealing with the real issues of their daily lives.
I have to start grading some papers today, 15 of them at 10-20 pages each. the kiddos each had to choose a booky to read and then write, write, write about the author's use of imagery, dialogue, what's the narrative style, etc. etc. so, some quick diddlilng:
there in that distance
glows that old light of lore:
the end of the tunnel, they say.
so many sewn-up phrases we invent,
lies we tell ourselves
to make ourselves believe
that hurt will end
and strain will end
and every form of strife.
where in that distance is truth?
where in those tales of tunnel lights,
those tales of this shall pass,
old legends of heavens to come,
are the words:
we do not know.
we don't know now,
we don't know ever,
when or how or if
anyone's tears will end.
ah, but that truth is unpretty.
oh, but that truth is unsaid.
we are cowards,
so we invent:
there's a light at the end of the tunnel...
you'll be blessed in heaven...
this too shall pass...
there in that distance
brews the old stink of lies.
i hold my nose and walk through it,
for just past that stench is the truth. >>>> c.right 2008 judahblue
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