Month: June 2016
Never Shut Up… Primum Non Tacere!
I write to express my heartfelt admiration and gratitude to you for speaking up; and for not shutting up! For saying and continuing to insist that our democracy is at best incoherent, powerless, uninspiring, irrational and failing; and at worst, totally corrupted, and enslaved by the chains of money, and unconscionable, insatiable greed and dishonesty.
It may be that you will not move the Democrats to remember the ethical and practical heritage of FDR and the haberdasher Harry Truman. Though you and the Hair are, at least in some ways, saying the same thing, it may also be that no one will move the Republicans to remember the words and ethic of Lincoln or Eisenhower.
Yet Money must not be awarded the rights of a citizen, be permitted to vote or be considered speech! In any event, Bernie, never shut up! Nor should those millions who hear and understand you. I myself can vote for neither Hair nor Hustler; I suppose I’ll opt for the libertarian, Johnson, if only to say this: 2016 is the Start, not the Finish.
So, Never Shut Up, Bernie, Primum Non Tacere!
“Turn him to any cause of policy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will unloose,
She goes almost any where she used to go,
with help and careful planning, going slow.
And can do many things she used to do
but very little that is really new.
She always watches TV ‘breaking news‘,
where talking heads spew hired words and views.
Still astute and alert at one hundred three,
but lone and lonely as old age might be
that loses loved ones almost every day,
whose cherished enemies too, have gone away,
to a place imagined by the human mind,
invisible, that none can see or find.
The history she lived – redacted, gone;
her universal truths – now considered wrong.
She wantonly outlived her long gone life;
no one else remembers its joy or strife.
She searches through neuronal tangled time,
for some clear meaning in the paradyme
that requires she must live on – on and on
after the life she loved and lived is gone,
vainly unraveling tangles to find
Why they all go but leave her here behind
Why do we cling to life on earth, my dears?
Why must I live so far beyond my years?
But a cat curls and purrs at her side and then
that pesky 10thth grader comes in again
about the same Occam’s Razor* essay;
Or the Gordian Knot** – She cannot say;
Again he fills her shadowed room with light
like sunrise in the middle of the night;
he shares new aps and asks about her past,
and claims her newborn breath’s within her last.
* a problem-solving principle attributed to William of Ockham, (c. 1287–1347). The principle that can be interpreted as Among competing hypotheses, the one with the fewest assumptions is most correct.
** Referring to Phrygian King Gordiam, often used as a metaphor for disentangling a knot by simply cutting it.