...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, November 28, 2016

Martin Luther King, Jr.

'I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.'

Monday, November 21, 2016

This is not funny anymore.

In fact, it was never funny. But it is happening--in 2016.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Jennifer Warnes on Leonard Cohen

I have no [favorite songs]. My favorites are my friendship with the man himself. I don’t care about the music on some level. I care about the man. I care about the man and what he gave and what  we stood for. What he showed and how he led, with gentleness and kindness and tenderness. 
And how he respected women, the overwhelming gentleness always shocked me because I was raised in a rougher universe. I came from that situation where men didn’t treat women well, so to be around somebody so overwhelmingly gentle, you kind of put everybody else on the back burner. 
I wanted to be around him because I wanted to be around that radical kindness. And I think people sensed that he was like that, but as a woman to be around that? It was the reason why everybody wanted to be his girlfriend or his boyfriend or whatever. 
He was revolutionary in the stance that he brought to the world. So the music is gorgeous and the body of work is huge. And, you know, he is Dylan’s equal. 
But I would say when all is said and done, what I’m going to remember are a few tones of voice and the look in the eyes and his impeccable timing when you were in pain, those kinds of things. 
I’ll remember that I woke up from a surgery to see him in there sleeping in the hospital, and I’ll remember him at my mother’s funeral. That’s what I’ll remember.


Friday, November 18, 2016

Some things truly and simply suck

Like this.

Russell Edson

On the other side of the mirror there's an inverse world, where the insane go sane; where bones climb out of the earth and recede to the first slime of love.  
And in the evening the sun is just rising. 
Lovers cry because they are a day younger, and soon childhood robs them of their pleasure.  
In such a world there is much sadness which, of course, is joy...

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Gwen Ifill, RIP

“I don’t believe in objectivity. I believe in fairness.”