Monthly Archives: September 2008
The death of Paul Newman makes me feel unwell. He seemed a good human. He cared for and against things. This sounds empty, but it’s not. The man was charitable and disinterested in what traps fame could set for him. He stood for something and lived his life according to that stance. A lot of the spectacles out there now could stand to at least carry themselves more sturdily. I am not a spectacle, but I could stand to do the same.
This weekend was rainy. Shannon and I indoors for the most part. The assassination of Jesse James and football and caffeine. The high grass swaying and motes of dust. I’m trying to get things polished. Trying to make for a glisten.
Sarah Palin is a nightmare. Both sides are smeary, but I believe in Obama. I’ve said it on peoples’ doorsteps. I say it here.
The next number of years aren’t going to be like what we’ve known, but it’s going to take someone who can see around a number of subjects. Not someone who only knows how to attack and attack and attack. Recklessness and aggression doesn’t make a good leader, our current situation proves this.
I wish Paul Newman could have at least pretended to be our president.
And so my expansion comes in circles. The rings around this township. The county that calls my waistband. You can’t fathom some speedos. You and I are like in this matter. No cosmic dispersal. A door to the fight in all of us. There is no need to bear the bells, our country hears what song. Oh, how. Our country taps it out. Fits the valves. Fills the tape and spit. I’ve hit upon a kind of happiness. I’ve hit a round edged number and it rings. The register keys are springy. The register itself holds names. None for us it says in numbers. None for this here gathering. None in drawings or in drawers. None with luck or full of champagne.
(and beneath it is an american
eagle, gold and bald.)