1. George Saunders, 2. "Remaining Awake," the subject of yesterday's post, 3. my reading/watching, then rereading/rewatching, of the President's inaugural address, and finally 4. how disturbing the combination of those things were, the subject of an as-of-yet unfinished post,
I find myself in need of some dancing, prompted by Ms. Monae:
Because sometimes you just need to do let it go and dance, Saunderaugural blues aside.
"All I'm saying is simply this: that all mankind is tied together;
all life is interrelated, and we are all caught in an inescapable
network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever
affects one directly, affects all indirectly. For some strange reason
I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be.
And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to
be - this is the interrelated structure of reality. John Donne caught
it years ago and placed it in graphic terms: No man is an Island,
entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of
the main... And then he goes on toward the end to say: any
man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and
therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for
thee. And by believing this, by living out this fact, we will be
able to remain awake through a great revolution."
Wake up and dream, sisters and brothers. There's still work to do. --CQ
I bought my very own, brand-spankin'-new hardcover copy yesterday. I very seldom buy hardcover books at full price; I have shelves full of browning and delightfully musty used books. Any pretty hardcovers were almost certainly gifts.
I also picked up a copy of Jeff Bridges's and Bernie Glassman's collaboration, The Dude and the Zen Master. (Okay, fine, Brent--you picked it up, but whatevs. I'm still gonna read it when you're finished.) Also glossy and new. And full price.
All by way of saying: this is a big deal for me. We cracked open our knee-high Natty Light change bottleand went to Subterranean Books. (Side note: I tried earlier in the week to get my Saunders fix from Pudd'nhead Books in Webster Groves. What a bummer that was, walking up to their now vacant spaceon Big Bend . . .) We paid for the $58 tab almost entirely in one dollar bills. Thanks again to the gracious guy who waited patiently as we counted it outtwice before forking it over. And yes, Brent's male stripping is going quite well, thank you very much for asking. Well enough to support our bibliophilia, anyway, which has to offset any moral qualms you may have.
So let that be a lesson to all of you, dear readers: take off your clothes, let people stick one dollar bills in whatever crack, crevice, or orifice available, and then use that money to go buy a brand new, glossy book that will help ease the pain of the humiliation of life. Or some uplifting shit like that.
The Dude:
It's like what Lenin said... you look for the person who will benefit, and, uh, uh...
Donny:
I am the walrus.
One simple thing I want tohighlight from this--the complete text of Amendment II reads "A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed" (archives.gov). Does keeping the "right to bear arms" battle cry in context (both historical and textual) present aclear and easy solution to our current question of gun violence and what to do about it? Of course not. However, maybe it will remind us that these sorts of debates and the positions they produce occur on a continuum.
For those of us born long after the advent of the NRA, and especially we who only know it in its arming-school-teachers-is-the-best-answer form, it behooves us to learn about the organization itself and its history, especially since ithas and will continue to have a heavy hand in the drafting and enacting of legislation.
(in regards to the zinger at the article's opening)
NPR--Part Time Poetry Peddlers. NPR's website is a daily stop for me in cyberspace. I'm sure you'll see more from them on this blogin the future. (13.7 Cosmos and Culture Blog, anyone? That Marcelo Gleiser gets my cerebral juices going every time.)
Gleiser-inspired lubrication aside, I was excited to see this little round-up of new poetry. I'm particularly intrigued by Red Doc>, Metaphysical Dog: Poems, Senegal Taxi, Duppy Conqueror, and Ron Padget's Collected Poems.
I'll admit right here, right now--Ron Padget is the only author on that list with whom I am familiar. And I read more poetry than your average twenty-something Jane. Only serves to remind me how little I have read in the grand scheme of things . . . and how much reading I'm fixin' to do this year to (futilely) try to remedy that fact.
No one will ever read it all, right? C'est impossible.
What's on your literary hit list for the New Year?
Welcome to Keep This Car Running, a personal blog, the main purpose of which will be to share articles, poetry, prose, photos, music, nonsense, questions, quips, quibbles, and beyond. At its best, this blog will manage to be about us, the community of crew members and passengers on Spaceship Earth, sofeel free to join in the conversation via the comments section. I hope you will enjoy this little collection of cyber-stuffs, curated by yours truly. Perhaps, you'll even find something you can use. All the Best, --CQ
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