insoul’s long dark night character trait, need to be … taken seriously
I think I know him better than anyone here. This is a quiet, frightened, insignificant man who has been nothing all his life, who has never had recognition—his name in the newspapers. Nobody knows him after seventy-five years. That’s a very sad thing. A man like this needs to be recognized. To be questioned, and listened to, and quoted just once. This is very important.
from the play, 12 Angry Men by Reginald Rose (1954)
watch national sense collectively unravel wait to read footnotes
Had dinner with my brother Paul recently and conversation got around to current dire state of affairs.
He stopped eating and says, “When I was in college, students were being shot on campus by the National Guard, cities were burning, We were involved in a foreign war without exit and the economy was destroyed by inflation.”
At some point a history of the United States will be written that will contain the footnote,
The 2nd decade of the 21st century was marred by economic uncertainty, social unrest and political dysfunction. Then …
Look for recognition Work any good? Measure up? Well, Grapes were sour anyway
I entered a haiku contest hosted by Landmark Booksin Traverse City, Michigan.
I hoped to win.
I looked for recognition that these often mindless scribblings might be considered, ‘good’.
I was downcast to learn that I had not won.
The winning Haiku,
High Murder of Crows Scripture on Cloudscape unfolds A thousand meanings
submitted by a Ellen Lord, is interesting and in my opinion, echos a reocurring theme about crows from the writer Jim Harrison.
I pass over that Ms. Lord lives in Charlevoix, Michigan and that Ms. Lord has now won twice in the 5 times this contest has been held.
I got away from the writing these just for the fun of it.
Well, this episode is over and I have learned my lesson.
Besides, those grapes were sour anyway.
ONE hot summer’s day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. “Just the things to quench my thirst,” quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: “I am sure they are sour.”
“IT IS EASY TO DESPISE WHAT YOU CANNOT GET.”
Æsop. (Sixth century B.C.) Fables.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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