Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
One evening I took Beauty in my arms - and I thought her bitter - and I insulted her.
I steeled myself against justice.
I fled. O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care!
I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy. (Rimbaud from the beginning of A Season in Hell.)
The morning readings might depart; so humor me for now. I have moments of doubt and 19th century French poets resonate with the usual inner conflicted beast. Clichéd angst. Oh well... Bear with Mister Petulant and his convoluted demons while he searches for esoteric flare and sufficient Champagne. HA!
For once, (VIDEO) Keith Olbermann's Special Comment on Proposition 8 doesn't make me clinch my fists and tell him to shut the fuck up. His special comments can be just a wee bit tedious. HA! He seems sincere and I didn't hear a "you sir." (Transcript)
And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn't about yelling, and this isn't about politics. This is about the human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it.
If you voted for this Proposition or support those who did or the sentiment they expressed, I have some questions, because, truly, I do not understand. Why does this matter to you? What is it to you? In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option. They don't want to deny you yours. They don't want to take anything away from you. They want what you want—a chance to be a little less alone in the world.
I gaze into the past and the endless evolution of simple rights/equality and justice and beauty are fleeting ideals. Subjugation is law and compassion is lost. Tolerance means agenda with endless constraints and it sickens my simple soul. CHANGE reached supreme eloquence, but I fear it will be lost. Harsh daily realities are the only truth.
But who gave me so perfidious a tongue that is has guided and guarded my indolence till now? Without using my body for a living, and lazier than the toad. I have lived everywhere. Not a family of Europe that I do not know, — I mean families like my own that owe everything to the Declaration of the Rights of Man,— I have know the sons of good families. (Rimbaud)
And here I depend on Hope and Change. I hope the fruit isn't rotten.
On a happier note, my favorite palindrome is AMEN ENEMA.
I might play with the morning readings over the next couple of weeks. The dreary state of our world takes it toil and I need to shout FUCK THEM ALL and just babble. HA! Just cut out my perverse tongue.
DOUBLE HA!
(Cross-posted)
