current events

propaganda of the bomb
propaganda of the bomb
propaganda of the bomb
it doesn't work.

Children shouldn't be maimed casualties.
They should be outside,
bored,
beating a tree with a stick,
battling pretend super-villains
like the kid rocking the super-man costume
outside of my apartment.

Your kids need boredom.
Boredom builds imagination.
Imagination breeds creativity.
Creativity is the search for Truth—
              All else is distraction.

in truth there is no hate

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"The President has been assassinated in a bomb attack on the White House"
#pisspoorjournalism

I remember when reporters had their ears on the streets.

What's to protect when what
passes for Press exercises
Free Speech as repeated tweets?

ALL MEDIA IS SOCIAL!!!

McLuhan's Metaphor
or
The Curse of Cassandra?

I can't tell.

We stand poised, as a planet, on the verge of achieving greatness;
but too many fevered egos pull too many
strings and levers and cocks, and
too many heavy thumbs hover over too many buttons
linked by miles and miles of wire
to too many bombs.

And still so much Hate
              so much Hate
             so much Hate

In truth, there is no Hate.

***

to offer an anecdote of a personal
experience with "social media":
a friend liked one of her friend's,
but not a mutual friend,
 picture of someone's small graffiti.
on a green wall in thin yellow white letters it read,
"satyagraha"
i liked it, too.

it made me think of how many years it had been
since i read that word,
said it outloud,
thought it in my head;
and i realized how lazy i've become.
i am impatient.
i am angry that
i am powerless to change the world around me because
i have forgotten
i can only change myself.
i can only change myself.
i can only change myself.
        in Truth there is no hate.

sad and angry

my heart goes out to everyone hurt by the bombings in boston.
it breaks for everyone who lost a loved one, a limb, or sense of security.
this is an unfathomable crime. i hope there can be justice.
i hope the culprit is found. if they had reason...
who has reason to attack people at an even that simply and apolitically celebrates humanity?

if they are sick, how did they fall through the cracks?

i hope to god it isn't a veteran.

this stinks to high heaven like #the world doesn't make sense sometimes and can also be deadly.

my heart breaks for all families who lost loved ones, fathers, brothers, daughters, aunts, yesterday
April 15th,
in boston, in baghdad, in zahul...

"no more hurting people. peace."
amen.

we're better than this

Book of Lost Worlds

Centuries in the future, a smuggler and a stowaway set out on an epic journey to find a carbon planet; a planet made entirely of diamonds...

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