not a bad one from Thomas L. Friedman: “The GOP has become a great political brothel….The red light has always been on” renting itself to anyone.
Unlucky 13 for Trump today.
not a bad one from Thomas L. Friedman: “The GOP has become a great political brothel….The red light has always been on” renting itself to anyone.
Unlucky 13 for Trump today.
Dark angels follow me
Over a godless sea
Mountains of endless falling,
For all my days remaining,
What would be true?
Sometimes I see your face,
The stars seem to lose their place
Why must I think of you?
Why must I?
Why should I?
Why should I cry for you?
Why would you want me to?
And what would it mean to say,
That, ‘I loved you in my fashion’?
(excerpt from an old favorite I used to sing, from “Why Should I Cry for You?”, one of Sting’s best songs, from 1991’s The Soul Cages album)
Last line echoes Ernest Dowson’s classic poem “Cynara”…
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Mo Brooks’ dangerous invitation to riot at the mob rally on the 6th.
And the ever-popular golfing great, Gary Player, disgracefully, accepting a presidential medal from Trump on the 7th, bringing his former support of apartheid in South Africa.
[related follow-up: PGA has pulled out of a tournament in 2022 at one of Trump’s golf courses to their credit.]
There are a lot of distractions every day, but it is important that significant moments and bad choices do not get lost in the shuffle of responsibility and accountability in the public forum.
In passing, it is wise to hit Trump and backers where it hurts most–in funding, which big companies and corporations are now withdrawing.
The snake eats itself.
Police officer Sicknick, a Trump fan, is killed by the Trump mob which was directed by Trump. Incidentally, last to lower the flag in Washington for Sicknick was Trump/The White House. So much for loyalty and sanity. Leaving only madness, chaos, and death.
(gr. 12 English class, 1967 A.D.: a serious-minded scholar is born with Hamlet: Tothineownselfbetrue.ca was in the stars)
It’s been a long road from there to here. Everyone’s conscious and has feelings from the get-go. Whatever ‘ideas’ are probably truly more like whims or notions in/from childhood to adolescence. Whatever actual ideas that emerge in this time zone tend to be short-lived, incomplete, and not fully formed or understood. And one makes many mistakes acting on these early ‘ideas’; one spends a lot of time being repeatedly confused and unsure. (Some people never get beyond this stage, I suppose, based on the number of domestic terrorists who showed up on January 6, 2021.)
Personally, I recall first playing with ideas as we studied Hamlet in grade 12. That year (1967) I also got up in class and gave my first presentation on John Keats’s “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”, so I’d have to think I was capable of thinking through a presentation ahead of time, organizing what I thought and would say to an audience. This was a pattern which then repeated itself through the following university years.
Those scholarly years were also a time of unlimited reading, study, listening, and making more presentations and writing many essays. When you read, you think. When you write, you reveal your thoughts. A full-throttle stage.
When I started teaching in 1972 at the age of 23, thinking became a means of survival and communication necessary for the job. Plus I had to articulate others’ works and ideas for high school students. In my second year, I started theme teaching–which opened up something I had by that point understood from my post-secondary training–that there were, indeed, patterns, once you looked at several similar examples. These patterns and themes revealed there was design embedded in our experiences, and that in talking and writing about these designs, one naturally moved to a higher order of thinking; aided in my situation by the teaching of irony, allegory, symbolism, even just basic conflicts in human experience.
In 1977, another U of A Ed grad student (Glen Kirkland, my co-author of some 23 years) and I realized that this thematic-making sense of things would work with general and non-academic students and lead to greater teaching and learning successes. (The same principle would also work with academic students at a higher, more sophisticated level.) This led to many textbooks and guides, including those with another likewise-minded author-friend (Jerry Wowk) all based on the premise that high-school teachers could teach ideas, themes, and thinking via this approach.
Since the late ’70s, thus, thinking and teaching ideas became the core of my personal pedagogy and life. Every day I wake up and respond to the ideas I encounter in the newspaper, on t.v., and online from mainstream media sources. Every day is a continuing engagement with the world of ideas, and articulating my understandings and responses through my blog and my poetry.
Looking back now, I see how this has been a long, privileged, and lucky journey. If I was to give advice to anyone who wanted to think more and express themselves better in writing, speech, and words, I would say: Read well the writers of the past, read classics, discuss ideas from reading with others, look for patterns, articulate these patterns for yourself and share them with others.
High-school or post-secondary English teaching would be a logical place to develop your thinking and expression skills. Writing out your ideas and public speaking are other opportunities that will take you deeper into ideas and thinking, and understanding human beings, human nature, relationships, politics, and life on many other levels.
If you educate yourself, thus–taking responsibility for your destiny–then you can’t help but grow and develop as a literate, knowledgeable, autonomous, credible, popular, and well-rounded person. Daily understanding and articulation guaranteed. Take my word for it.
“Stop the Steal” is what U.S. authorities did against the domestic terrorism and insurrection. (Nancy’s podium is government property.)
“Patriots” are thugs with a game plan to kill government leaders on January 6, 2021.
These are Macbethian times when “Fair is foul and foul is fair” and “Nothing is but what is not.” Shakespeare and literature (I’ve been quoting Orwell for 4 years) forecast this crapola for centuries now.
There is nothing new under the sun about good and evil or the “heart of man’s darkness” as Golding described it. We, democracy, and civilization continue to survive, literally, by the skin of our teeth. Barbarism is always threatening on the edges. The neanderthal, Village-People animals are always, forever, at the gates. Without guards, sanity, and pushback, global chaos is always imminent.
Symbolically, on a par with 9/11, absolutely.
But from within the country. A major tipping point: Too many dumb-ass, crazy, irrational types within USA bent on insurrection.
Yeats’s “The worst are full of passionate intensity.”
Corporate America is finally divorcing Trump
Black men cleaning up the Capitol
McDonald’s adds new sandwiches to compete in chicken wars
…………………
Only in America…