10.31.2023 – politics itself

politics itself
mass of lies, evasions, folly
schizophrenia

In our time, political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible.

The inflated style is itself a kind of euphemism.

A mass of Latin words falls upon the facts like soft snow, blurring the outlines and covering up all the details. The great enemy of clear language is insincerity.

When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

In our age there is no such thing as ‘keeping out of politics’.

All issues are political issues, and politics itself is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred and schizophrenia.

From Politics and the English Language (1946) by George Orwell as it appeared in the book, Shooting an Elephant and Other Essays. These essays were written during the period 1931-1949. While they have been published individually, they were published together in a Collected Works in 1968.

This essay, was written in the year after the end of World War 2, by the author of the book, 1984.

A time perhaps more hopeful as good triumphed over evil and at the same time more despondent with the advent of the atomic bomb and the revelation of the holocaust.

Mr. Orwell writes, “A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more completely because he drinks.”

Chicken or egg?

Signs of the problems were evident to Mr. Orwell in the way folks used the English language.

As in 1946, so today, … political speech and writing are largely the defense of the indefensible.

The new Speaker of the House has spoken out on he is guided by his Christian Faith and that, despite the evidence, feels that the 2020 election was stolen which means countless witnesses and courts are all part of the lying.

And when the new Speaker defends the indefensible, watch his use of language.

The defense of the indefensible.

Watch for long words and exhausted idioms.

Mr. Orwell does offer some hope or a sign of hope.

Continue to look at the use of language.

Mr. Orwell writes, “The slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts. The point is that the process is reversible.

 If one gets rid of these habits one can think more clearly, and to think clearly is a necessary first step towards political regeneration.”

Once CAN think more clearly.

To think clearly is a necessary first step towards political regeneration.

Boy howdy, but I cannot for the life of me think of the last time I heard or read anything having to do with Government, elections or candidates that in any way referenced the concept of ‘thinking clearly.’

As Big Bill put it … ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d.”

And we can take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.

Just watch your language.

10.30.23 – gift of hope remained

gift of hope remained
through his misfortunes his hope
was proximity

The gift of hope had remained with Pat through his misfortunes–and the valuable alloy of his hope was proximity.

Above all things one must stick around, one must be there when the glazed, tired mind of the producer grappled with the question ‘Who?’

So presently Pat wandered out of the drug-store, and crossed the street to the lot that was home.

From The Complete Pat Hobby Stories: Pat Hobby and Orson Welles by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Esquire Magazine, May, 1940.

I so so so want this news cycle to end.

There is a name of a person in the news I would pay cash money to never hear again.

There is a story told during the era of FDR of a rich man who arrived at his office everyday, got out of his limo and bought a paper from the nearest paper boy, looked at the headlines and handed it back.

What are you looking for Mister?” asked the paperboy one day.

An obituary,” said the rich man.

But Mister,” said the paperboy, “Obits aren’t on the front page!

The one I am waiting for will be.

I am slowly becoming hardened to the fact that I may not live to see a resolution of this news cycle in my favor.

But the alloy of my hope is proximity.

Above ALL THINGS one must stick around.

One must be there.

I tell my kids (quoting Jim Harrison though they don’t know it) that the list of folks who get fired for being late to work is as long as my arm.

STICK AROUND.

BE THERE.

As the State of South Carolina license plates say, While I Breathe, I Hope!

‘Scuse me while I run out and buy a paper.

10.29.2023 – too much one-track mind

too much one-track mind
to engage in every piece
of speculation

“I’m with you in the situation. You just have to let it play out, cooperate with the investigation and watch how it plays out,” Harbaugh said. “The speculation part, as I said, I have too much of a one-track mind coaching the team to be able to engage in every piece of speculation. I just channel my inner William Wallace. That’s the visual I think of to keep a one-track mind.”

Jim Harbaugh on was he aware of the sign stealing by the numb numb-nuts on his coaching staff.

I think, back in the day, this was called the ‘non-denial denial.’

As a Professor of mine said about JFK … “He took the blame for the Bay of Pigs … After all, there was no other President at the time.”

Oddly enough I would have heard this lecture back when Jimmy Harbaugh and I were in school together … along with 30,000 other students.

Oh yes, he channels William Wallace.

Oh Boy!

I cannot watch that Braveheart movie with thinking one simple thing.

If either Mel Gibson or Mr. Wallace had watched Humphrey Bogart in the Maltese Falcon that movie would have had a much different ending.

As Mr. Bogart said: “If all I’ve said doesn’t mean anything to you, forget it and we’ll make it just this. I won’t because all of me wants to — regardless of consequences — and because you’ve counted on that with me the same as you counted on that with the others… I won’t play the sap for you.”

As Mr. Hammett wrote it, Sam Spade said, “It’s easy enough to be nuts about you.”

He looked hungrily from her hair to her feet and up to her eyes again.

“But I don’t know what that amounts to. Does anybody ever?

But suppose I do?

What of it?

Maybe next month I won’t.

I’ve been through it before — when it lasted that long.

Then what?

Then I’ll think I played the sap.

And if I did it and got sent over then I’d be sure I was the sap.

Well, if I send you over I’ll be sorry as hell — I’ll have some rotten nights — but that’ll pass. Listen.”

He took her by the shoulders and bent her back, leaning over her.

“If that doesn’t mean anything to you forget it and we’ll make it this: I won’t because all of me wants to — wants to say to hell with the consequences and do it — and because — God damn you — you’ve counted on that with me the same as you counted on that with the others.”

Come on Jimmy, don’t play the sap for these guys.

They are counting on that .

Don’t play the sap.

(Full disclosure – this interview was on October 30th and I back dated my post as I missed a day)

10.28.2023 – immanence of ghosts

immanence of ghosts
foam’s oblivion whitening
under crumbling coasts

From the poem, Ultimatum, published in Vigils by Siegfried Sassoon, 1935, LONDON, WILLIAM HEINEMANN, LTD.

Something we cannot see, something we may not reach,
Something beyond clairvoyant vision of the years
Our senses, winged with spirit, wordlessly beseech.
Meanwhile rife rumourings of the earth are in our ears, —
The lonely beat of blood, the immanence of ghosts,
And foam’s oblivion whitening under crumbling coasts.

I watched the sunrise this morning.

I watched the sunrise this morning with my morning coffee in my hand and my morning reading in my lap.

I watched the sunrise this morning looking out my window over the roof of the building next door.

I watched the sunrise this morning but I never saw the sun.

The sky above the building next door was black, full dark black, then first light black, then dark gray, then gray, then silver gray, then silver then the lightest light blue as the particles in the atmosphere began to pick to the presence of the ocean about a mile away from me but miles away from the sky.

To the sky, the ocean is almost just rumourings of the earth

Those particles in the atmosphere are something we cannot see, something we may not reach.

I understand or at least, accept the physics of what is happening here.

The colors are there.

Not just in our senses … or are they?

That ocean reflects its color into the sky while the foam’s oblivion whitening under crumbling coasts.

I watched the sunrise this morning and never saw the sun.

10.27.2023 – fantasies drawn more

fantasies drawn more
real says a lot about what
going on in his head

I allowed myself to get excited when I saw that there was an upcoming article to be published in the New Yorker titled, Life after Calvin.

It was reported to be look at the life of Bill Watterson in one of the few interviews the artist/writer/creator has granted since he stopped creating the Calvin and Hobbs comic strip.

I love Calvin and Hobbs or at least I really enjoy.

Much of it, for me, can be seen as biography.

Much of what Calvin thought, says and does sounds very familiar to me.

With much interest, I have been waiting for this article.

So it is here.

And I have read it.

And …

I am not sure what I wanted it to say.

But it sure didn’t say much.

I think the writer got one or two quotes and fleshed out a New Yorker profile.

I am reminded of something Jim Harrison said about giving interviews.

Mr. Harrison remarked that he could get through any interview by repeating any question back as a statement.

He didn’t have to think much.

And the writer was able to prove all their preconceived notions.

The was one take away thought, but it seems to have been said in some other interview.

The writer, one Rivka Galchen, writes, “Watterson has said, of the illustrations in “Calvin and Hobbes,” “One of the jokes I really like is that the fantasies are drawn more realistically than reality, since that says a lot about what’s going on in Calvin’s head.” Only one reality in “Calvin and Hobbes” is drawn with a level of detail comparable to the scenes of Calvin’s imagination: the natural world. The woods, the streams, the snowy hills the friends career off—the natural world is a space as enchanted and real as Hobbes himself.

the fantasies are drawn more realistically than reality, since that says a lot about what’s going on in Calvin’s head.

I like that.

I like that as I think I live that way to this day.

So I can find affirmation of my lifestyle.

As for Mr. Watterson?

In this article, I think there are more quotes from Calvin or Hobbs than from Mr. Watterson.

Maybe the title should have been, Life after Bill.