America no longer tries to hide its hate for itself.
Picking chrysanthemums at the eastern gateG.K. Chesterton said, "The problem with Christianity is not that it has been tried & found wanting but that it has not been tried." I think there's a parallel with democracy in America. Capitalism and hegemony have masked themselves as democracy and shed theatrical tears at their performances. No failure is complete without blaming the vulnerable and poor for one's own failure of moral courage.
I leisurely view South Mountain.
The vapors rise along the valleys,
Groups of birds fly back
Inside each sunset.
Trying to talk about it,
I have forgotten the words.
- Tao Yuan Ming (365–427)
I must keep from breaking into the story by forceLet us bury the dead and remember their longing.
for if I do I will find myself with a war club in my hand
and the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun,
your nation dead beside you.
I keep walking away though it has been an eternity
and from each drop of blood
springs up sons and daughters, trees,
a mountain of sorrows, of songs.
I tell you this from the dusk of a small city in the north
not far from the birthplace of cars and industry.
Geese are returning to mate and crocuses have
broken through the frozen earth.
Soon they will come for me and I will make my stand
before the jury of destiny. Yes, I will answer in the clatter
of the new world, I have broken my addiction to war
and desire. Yes, I will reply, I have buried the dead
and made songs of the blood, the marrow.
(Poem by Joy Harjo)
It is a sad occurrence to watch a thing being destroyed.
By its own hand.
On its antipathetic throat.
Choking on self loathing.
When love would be so much more pleasing.