I started my blog “Planet of the Blind” back in 2007. I’ve been blogging more or less regularly ever since. Lots of people have taken blogging into monetized realms and more power to them. As for me, I think there are already too many pay walls and subscription platforms. Back in the early 1990’s I heard a young hipster poet talking about “po-biz” by which he meant the actual business of being a noted poet. He talked about poetry like an advertising executive. This has only gotten worse with the advent of social media. Every writer is now a “brand” and by golly you should have to pay for every word from him/her/they/etc. I vote against this. So my superannuated blog will continue. It won’t cost you a cent.
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This morning my wife asked me what I was thinking. We were walking the dogs. I was reflecting on the bro-cast influencer Joe Rogan who opined that journalists have been unfair to Trump. He singled out MSNBC’s Joy Reid and said she’s been gaslighting King MAGA by calling him a fascist. Well you know, he is a fascist. That’s not gaslighting Joey-boy. Why don’t you go light a fart.
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Alright. Essay on Green Leaves
Midday, late summer clouds. This is the hour when I was happiest as a child–alone in the woods, everything quiet. Somewhere far off the town had a parade. I was alone in my cave-green, darker than morning village, trees donning sorrow hats. And the birds quiet. Hint of coming rain.
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I live in the communion of words with my firm shoulder blades and half groomed head and read as much as I can about liberty and I say what I must.
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Write some lines in your notebook, live for a time, after all…
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Closing Arguments
Over lunch recently with my friend P (whose identity I shall protect, for he is a goodly man) I uttered the word “squalorship” when detailing “accide”—the term for academic indolence. We laughed at the refinements of mispronunciation. Then, since I’m a blind person, I forked up a slice of lemon from my mediterranean salad. I chewed and swallowed. As for “squalorship” I prided myself on having coined a new term.
Resisting accide I decided to look it up. “Squalorship” is, according the Seadict online dictionary:
The living conditions available to a student who has been issued a
student loan from the Federal or Provincial governments;
also the living conditions available once the collection agencies
start looking for the loans to be paid back.
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I ate the lemon. I wondered “what is my name now” having swallowed. I thought “there are divisions of waters between the living and the dead; on the far shore, outside of time, where money is useless, has my father, long gone, also eaten a lemon?”
Here in the half destroyed world where we paint the walls blue, where children leave finger prints on the windows, what reconnaissance do we have? Which protean shape of identity becomes me, or you?
Lemon eater. Glad fool. Resisting accide. Still demanding cut glass ideas against Lilliputian strings.
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Post lemon, its taste still on my tongue, I walked up a hill and thought of John Locke and his Letter Concerning Toleration. Locke, because he was Jefferson’s muse—more than Montesquieu or Hume. Why Jefferson with lemon? I’m preparing a course on Jefferson’s lives of ideas, both the good ones and the bad.
“That any man should think fit to cause another man — whose salvation he heartily desires — to expire in torments, and that even in an unconverted state, would, I confess, seem very strange to me, and I think, to any other also. But nobody, surely, will ever believe that such a carriage can proceed from charity, love, or goodwill. ”
Excerpt From: John Locke. “A Letter Concerning Toleration.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/2Z92L.l
Of converted states I know very little, I confess. I can admit this much. And like Jefferson, I’m more of a deist (small “d”) than a contrarian Christian.
I love Locke’s figure (transitive) of a carriage. If salvation has value it must reside in motion. If motion has value it must be progressive.
What do I believe? Resisting accide. Value in the proper carriage.
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“What of squalorship?”
College should be free.
Thomas Jefferson.
Jefferson and George Washington both enjoyed lemons.
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