Tricks
and other non-germane
prestidigatory legerdemain
I am a clown.
I am a fool.
But I can juggle elephants.
Tricks
and other non-germane
prestidigatory legerdemain
I am a clown.
I am a fool.
But I can juggle elephants.
What I cannot bring myself to say
I think so loudly to myself.
Someday I will speak
not soft enough
nor loud enough,
But spoken once
the words will
quiet down and settle in.
Someday.
Though often I reflect upon my state
My state reflects less often truth like this
I see today so brilliantly displayed.
Here, truth lies breathless in the scented leaves.
The color slowly changes in a leaf
Which, in that month when breezes make leaves drop
And men at last see glory and believe,
Then shakes until by falling shaking stops.
And so, I also slowly understand,
So stand here shaking while the color comes.
The season of the Lord God is at hand
And season to a Truer Breath succumbs.
Now with the secret glory understood
Then this annointment of the leaves is good.
The bird is black against the reddened sky
And hangs there, nearer than the just lost light,
Then fast wings home before the red does die
Accustomed to a less empurpled flight.
Thus light takes depth away when it's undone.
Bright color, for an outline, fades like dust.
The evening star, like hope, follows the sun.
And colder stars in darkness yield mistrust.
But darker still the stillness that I feel
Now that my thoughts to darkness have returned.
Though colorless, the world is just as real
When subtle colors cannot be discerned.
This my day became when light was gone
And darkness' colder furnishing put on.
Early the motors cry sound of their smoke
Already hot from the heat felt at noon,
By children whose passions the summer evokes
And carnival workers beginning their day.
The children amused by the lights and machines
Will suffer the heat and the dryness of tongue.
Their parents will visit and survey the scene
Amused by the children they think they still are.
As I walk among them I'm not even there.
Their eyes do not see my face painted clown white
Or the stars in my eyes that make them disappear
While the air is so wet it would cry if it could.
And then I sit down at the edge of the crowd
Rubbing the denim in brown August dust.
I feel my heart hardly pushing my blood
It hangs there so heavy I tear at the eye.
Some faces appear that before were distracted.
With cautious concern they examine my clothes
As if that had caused me to feel so dejected
And not that you asked me to leave you alone.
Nearby a man with disdainful expression
Waters his grass with his hose in his hand
And his contribution is somehow to lessen
The burden that people have put on his back.
I walked into the building
built three years after I was
and found it hadn't changed
from the place of clean smells
The yellowing paper and book glue
Only perhaps sunken into the marshy
Land they built it on.
But no, I know I grew
And it stayed level
because I saw a boy walk up to me
when we mixed our strides
Both pulled from different thoughts
And something mixed besides
As I stopped to let him
run around me
I watched him stumble-run
into an alcove and kneel upon a chair
to watch the glass
Behind the glass were fishes
They floated through the water
Like a bird does in the air
Or a man does when he's free
Or thinks he is
I watched him stare and
We lost track of
Where and who he was
I know he only saw the fishes
Swimming noiselessly through water
Making bubbles
And I know I felt appropriately warm
As in some Winter when
I came inside this building
Stumble-tracking snow
And stared into a glass in
Front of fishes
As incandescent yellow lights burn
And I could only see a boy
And he can only watch a box of water
He dreamed himself inside and I in him.
Populism vs Elitism
Last month, I re-read Loose Lips, a novel whose central character is going through the first year of CIA training. When I first read it, I was mostly sympathetic to the main character and to the CIA and their secrecy. In fact, I cringed when she divulged information to a trusted source (who probably she should not have trusted).
I re-read it though last month after hearing Tucker Carlson's credible report that the CIA had a hand in the assassination of JFK. On second reading, the opaqueness and secrecy made me feel queasy (not to mention feeling dismay at the way that the institution is portrayed as sometimes using its assets with obvious disregard for their well-being).
What prompted me to re-read the novel was a brief Twitter exchange I had with the author, Claire Berlinski, regarding the safety and efficacy of the Covid vaccine. She did not share my skepticism of the vaccine (which is fine) but I was left thinking that her trust in the vaccine parallels her trust of elite institutions such as the so-called medical experts (and, I presume, the CIA, as well).
I suspect that she rejects Trump and the populist movement, as I did when Trump was running in 2016. But I was converted to the populist way of thinking after seeing how Trump as President strove to keep his promises, accomplishing things that recent past Presidents of both parties claimed to want but somehow never actually bothered to implement (e.g. moving US embassy to Jerusalem; brokering peace treaties between Israel and Arab countries; reining in excesses of the EPA; cutting regulation).
Yet Trump is despised or simply not respected by the elite and those loyal to them. He is considered crass and his simple use of language is often incorrectly seen as a sign of his stupidity. They do not credit him with purposely speaking that way, putting things bluntly and simply, in order to better communicate to his likely voters.
There's a reason that Trump puts things bluntly in simplified language. It's related to the reason he uses coarse language. It's also related to why the phrase "Fuck Joe Biden" and the bowdlerized "Let's Go Brandon" are popular. The people he wants to reach take the blunt and profane as a sign that he is not playing the nicey-nice game that the decorous elite insist on, giving him an air of authenticity among his supporters.
In the introduction to the book The New Class War, author Michael Lind posits that the pluralism of the postwar era (during which various groups shared power and negotiated with each other) has been replaced with a neoliberal managerial elite (neoliberalism calling for free markets and global trade; managers being corporate, academic and government bureaucrats). The managerial elite run things, intentionally or not, to the detriment of masses of disempowered people, spawning resentment among the majority.
And given recent revelations about how the Federal government has been surreptitiously suppressing free speech, censoring voices that diverged from their chosen narrative regardless of whether it was true, one begins to wonder whether the elite is intentionally disempowering the masses as the result of explicit disdain for those they seek to control.
Certainly, the way the FBI, DOJ and other agencies abused their power by making unconstitutional attacks on President Trump, starting in 2015 when he was merely a candidate for the office. None of it was justified. They knew as they were doing it it was unjustified. And after he became President, they had to work furiously to cover up their abuse. They have yet to fully come clean.
Trump in the US, and others in Europe, capitalize on this resentment of the elite manipulators. In order to communicate effectively with these millions of disaffected, less-educated voters, he speaks bluntly and avoids "politically correct" phrases (the very phrases that made the Clintons, Bush and Obama appeal to the managerial elite). By saying, "That's bullshit", he, in effect, demonstrates to the masses that he's not bullshitting them. He's not dressing up his thoughts.
By saying FJB, we're saying "Guys, we outnumber these bastards. Why are we letting them ruin our lives and run our country into the ground?"
We're saying that we don't buy into the charade anymore. A leader can't mouth a meaningless phrase like "compassionate conservative" and then foist uncompassionate results on the people. Or "Yes, we can" and then for 8 years tell us incessantly what we cannot do. Quoting Lind:
Populist demagogues have launched similar counterattacks on dominant neoliberal establishments in all three realms of social power. In the realm of the economy, populists favor national restrictions on trade and immigration to shield workers from competing with imports and immigrants. In the realm of politics, populists denounce neoliberal parties and factions as corrupt and elitist. And in the realm of culture, populists denounce elite-promulgated multiculturalism and globalism, while deliberately flouting the norms of the "politically correct" etiquette that marks membership in the university-educated managerial elite.
Lind goes on to predict that populists will almost certainly lose the battle with the establishment. "History suggests that populist movements are likely to fail when confronting well-entrenched ruling classes whose members enjoy near-monopolies of expertise, wealth, and cultural influence".
Sad, but probably true. It's a hill worth (metaphorically) dying on, though. And if this be insurrection, so be it.
No theory, no promises, no morality, no amount of good will, no religion will restrain power. . . . Only power restrains power.
-- James Burnham (1943)
A general dissolution of principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but when once they lose their virtue then will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.This strikes me as the #1 problem in today's society. The people who vote today do not recognize the principle that the constitution limits what the federal gov't can do. It is only by that constitution that they are morally empowered to act. The alternative is to be governed by kings and princes, earls and barons. It seems there is something in man that desires to be ruled by royalty.
Samuel Adams, letter to James Warren, February 12, 1779