Joan Boxalls's poem on fracking
Seeking Sanity in an Insane Time
The ending of this beautiful rant by Phil Rockstroh, After The Fireworks Have Faded: Intimations of Bosons Among a Cacophony of Bozos, concerns the value of working within the system of madness we inhabit, and I won't give it away - but here's a taste:
"There are so many walls of exponential inanity rising before us, in the present day U.S., that one can go mad with grief. We find ourselves within a labyrinth of idiocy; whatever direction we turn, we trudge headlong down yet another corridor of the dumb.
Yet, obstructions are not necessarily a bad thing…Barriers can stop one's drift and slow down manic evasions. There must be something providential glimpsed when gazing upon the blank visage of the hopelessly dim…something we can learn from those unwilling or incapable of learning. But what that is, I, myself, am apparently too dim to glean.
Then it follows: I am humbled. Humility is one key to learning. The loss of arrogant preconceptions opens one, heart and mind, to the novel…to an emergent font of new forms."
Thanks to my friend Norberto for sending this morning read.