The Governor of Maine opens his mouth and invites the NAACP to "kiss my butt." It's a crude and unthinking remark. I've never made such foolish remarks in my life, so I can take a high horse and ride it proudly.
It is Martin Luther King's birthday. I liked him. He was brave and had vision. I'm sure the Governor of Maine would have liked him too. We all make mistakes. He'll come around. For now it's just peculiar theater.
Cold night, no wind, bamboo making noises,
Noises far apart, now bunched together,
Filtering the pine-flanked lattice.
Listening with ears is less fine than
Listening with the mind.
Beside the lamp I lay
Aside the half scroll of sutra
- Hsu-t'ang Chih-yu
Two of the men in prison last week said there's only one race, the human race. Some of my closest friends are human.
I feel like I'm scattering to unfindable places.
I've left my normal dwelling and wander in pointless meander.
It doesn't matter.