Who would create a country

        whose asylum

        would not be

        sought

        where no new

        would make a

        home

        and said: we

        can be pari-

        ahs

        and name our

        desert truly

        great

        

        

        

Suppose it were Friday clxvi: And hotter than we knew

          I live with a lot

          of information I

          was free to deny.

          I don't think one

          can respect a sol-

          icitation to do so.

          I also never fig-

          ured that's what

          my freedom's for.

          I will vote as if

          reality were true,

          even though a gift.

       

       

"Very fine people on both sides"

In one lane, Cecil Rosenthal,
and in the other, his brother
David. Finally validating the 
soothing findings of the Amer-
ican President after 2017's
antisemitic carnival in Char-
lottesville, both sides now
were innocent, humble, honest
people of faith and decency,
parted only by wrongful death.

Or was there more than that
kind of death, they died --
some alternative fact of it -
some wing nut radiant glow -
some proof that guns do not
kill, some foundation for a
Vice President's stuffing
down their throat his con-
version therapy of Jesus, at
this instant of their soul?

Time is now to keep faith with 
that faith, against oppressive
fondling. Let their way be cher-
ished for their discoveries,
and such love as our security.

ii  Jan Beran, 1945

Origins of Wednesday lxxxiv: Fieldcrest moments we have known

In the waning hours of the New

American Government's farce of

terror upon its People, it be-

came obvious that its lunging

grip could not hold through

more than a single news cycle,

before lurching into comical

exculpations, dwindling into

renunciations of any true in-

tent. Not that the damage it

inflicted, along this lurch-

ing way, had been trivial; it

had been, but for a few zeal-

ots within and outside a piñ-

ata of an inner circle, in-

sincere, little more than a

country/western ballad scam,

a Saudi Arabian sword dance.

Army brigades dispatched here,

citizenship cleansings there,

thrills and trills of faux de-

spair. It was always the money.

ii:  Tom Bianchi
      Polaroid series

In haste

         back soon

Enthusiasts for the innocuously dismissive phrases of America at mid-Century - which reached something of a peak in the literary event known as Where did you go? Out. What did you do? Nothing - have only a protracted childhood to blame, for pursuing the game of sequestering meaning in plain sight. It challenges a bleakness of the present, of many asserting secretive privilege, and nobody much enjoying any. We lack an age of innocence. 

Possibly the President doesn't see himself as a dog whistler, but just a flirtatious child.

iii  Doug Mills
      The New York Times©

Do we still keep children in this country?

We apprehend that the President
will visit a city in agony with
a crisis brought into it by ig-
noble and vulgar illusion, with
strategies of rebellion direct-
ed there for processes of elim-
ination. In a box drawn-in, Ab-
raham Lincoln struggles to that
stage he'd have to mount, to be
heard by every child born here,
or welcomed later as our child,
in words of purpose and succor.

It is certain, we hear him now.

At Gettysburg, Lincoln was firm
in waging a campaign which must
not flinch from victory; so the
shock of his enlisting mankind
in that commitment swept every
reservation aside. Such is the
task of his successor, to press
forward for the redemption of a
nation, by embracing its singu-
larity. Who will open our em-
braces to the children of that
spirit, to defend their deliv-
erance, to champion us in time?

"Were you there" for Matthew Shepard?

      Who will name for us

      the least of us, Mr.

      President? Death pan-

      els born at rallies?

      Selected with hatred

      and obliterated with

      vehement permission:

      two brothers of ours

      have a right to know

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October 28th, 2018©

Squirrel Hill: The prophet redeemed

We hear no one saying,

it isn't what he wants.