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1. Nice poem Tim but damn is America in a race with itself to the bottom?

2. Well, judging from today’s scenes (and the last four years, frankly), there’s a sizable chunk of America eating out of the white bag of trash that is this president.

   Just incredible what I’m seeing today. The culmination of four years of spiteful and willfully ignorant leadership.

   1. Pretty close to what I predicted would happen. This summer will be worse. Not even sure it will last till the summer: someone killed a Trumpster today, she was draped in the Trump flag. Some touchstone moment like that will get the gun guys out and they will start shooting people (not cops) who disagree. And then “the left” will mobilize and do the same.

      This happens in every country which reaches this point.

      Goodbye America.

      1. Ugh.

         And yeah, I agree with 1Nil below, we need more poetry…now more than ever. The ephemeral, imaginative, and symbolic is a rich antidote to the myopic illusions of (prosaic) certainty that lie at the heart of division. Thanks for sharing your work, man.

3. We need more poetry. Thanks for this.

4. Right now, heh heh heh heh

   I am an Antichrist
   I am an anarchist
   Don’t know what I want but I know how to get it
   I wanna destroy the passersby

   ‘Cause I, I wanna be anarchy!
   No dogsbody!

   Anarchy for the U.S of A. it’s coming sometime and maybe
   I give a wrong time, stop a traffic line
   Your future dream is a shopping scheme

   ‘Cause I, I wanna be anarchy!
   In Washington D.C.

   How many ways to get what you want
   I use the best, I use the rest
   I use the N.M.E
   I use anarchy

   ‘Cause I, I wanna be anarchy!
   The only way to be!

   [Pretty Bad Guitar Solo]

   Is this the M.P.L.A
   Or is this the U.D.A
   Or is this the I.R.A
   I thought it was the U.S.of A
   Or just another country
   Another D.C. tenancy

   I wanna be anarchy
   And I wanna be anarchy
   Know what I mean
   And I wanna be anarchist!
   I get pissed, destroy!

   1. Ah the Pistols! it’s 1976 all over again.
      If only.

5. Really nice poem Tim.

   Crows are kind of awesome. They’re supposed to be very intelligent.

   1. That’s true. So in fact what I wrote above was an insult to crows. They’d never buy into Trumpism.

6. Reports that the woman who was shot has died.

7. I tell the kids always to be nice to crows because they remember…

   A lot of people will also remember yesterday. My thoughts are with those of you fearful for the next phase. I hope that Trump’s rally was the low point.

   Biden’s painful distaste at people moving desks, which the employees of the building are apparently not allowed to touch, was comical. No mention of a citizen getting shot and killed, and no sense of shared responsibility for how we got to this point. But this – all of this – is what you get when you spend years only coordinating empty symbols of democracy rather than engage in the messy, real thing itself.

   Yesterday there was also an alternative vision of the future – in Georgia, where people turned out in unprecedented numbers to vote in an uplifting affirmation of democracy to contrast the farce in Washington. I hope that gets remembered too.

   And the good news is that towns and cities like Atlanta vastly outnumber Washington. The more we can decentralise and distribute power, and allow democracy to really engage with people’s needs, the better off and safer we will be.

8. Sorry for the late reply and very nice poem Tim. This post is actually about yesterday’s blog re CV19 have any of you read or know the book ‘Eyes of Darkness’ by the author Dean Koonz? It’s fictional, about a woman’s search for her lost son. In the book he writes about a man-made virus that tears through humanity destroying millions of lives developed in an area in China known as wuhan. He called it covid 400. Oh and the book was actually written in 1981. Stay safe everyone

9. Tim, this is a nice poem and all but I don’t get the hidden meaning unless you vividly explain it to me. My bad.

   1. Robert,

      There is a style of poetry which intentionally has no metaphor or allusion, that’s what I’m doing here. The intent is to give you a moment of average observation, of contemplation, and to just let you be with it. Some folks find meaning in just observing something small and real that happened in life, something that most people might just ignore, or notice and let pass.

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