I believe in reparations for Black citizens of the US.
I believe in the right of disabled people to live which means to be born.
I believe in a woman’s right to choose.
I believe in moral and ethical debates.
I don’t know how to solve every contradiction.
I am terrified and optimistic.
Can you understand this?
I don’t trust group think.
Like Groucho I wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.
I believe in whales.
Really. That’s not a throwaway line.
I don’t believe in throwaway lines.
Is that a contradiction?
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Poor Groucho. He once had diner with T.S. Eliot. He was hoping to have a serious discussion about literature. Eliot wanted to talk about comedy. Who needed “what” more?
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I told a friend yesterday I would write a poem. I didn’t.
I walked around my house in circles and fretted.
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Groucho had a crappy childhood and guess what? He didn’t inflict it on you.
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Here’s the poem I’d have written yesterday:
You are the One
If you think you’re alone under the heavens
If you have been betrayed
If after years you no longer like certain fruits
If you’re too young for nostalgia or too old for anything else
If you identify with the movie monster
If you drink from the faucet
If your best conversations are with animals
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“In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.”
Tolstoy
Planet of the Blind 