Category: Thoughts

Poem: How the Revolution Started (Second in a Series)

How obvious and ingenuous and untenuous Is the adoration she has for the child, the one she pushes in a fourteen hundred dollar Stroller? Her smile radiates a protective shroud of love over the low chariot And protects the sleeping boy inside, oblivious to what we sometimes call reality – Oblivious as his parents, who...

Ignorance is Bliss When Justice Must Be Done

NEWS: THE SUPREME COURT RULED THIS WEEK ON THE CASE DISCUSSED BELOW, VOTING 5-4 AGAINST ALLOWING THE MURDER OF THE MENTALLY DISABLED Proponents of state-sponsored murder, the eye-for-an-eye mob who subscribe to the “killing people who kill people to show that killing is wrong” school of thought, had a rough week. PR-wise. Oh, they still won....

Our Newly Discovered Ability to Work Within the Preferred Limits

Crankiness and advancing age are almost always concurrent. Babies and old people. They’re cranky. Well, we’re getting older (and mellower and cooler) by the minute,   incessantly these days. What sets it off most is a nationwide ADD plague, a country of poorly developed adults who have the attention span of a squirrel in mating...

Poem: How the Revolution Started (First in a Series)

He’s outfitted for combat: Ankle boots; black dungarees; Sam Jones belt with cuffs and mace and other tools of the craft; bulletproof vest; sunglasses; implacable stare. And a gun, holstered at the moment. The nametag says “Ortiz” or it could be “Gomez” or “Gonzalez” Or whatever you want it to be. He’s standing in the...

Generosity

Generosity makes everyone involved feel good. Both the recipient and the giver derive pleasure from the act of sharing, albeit in different ways. (It’s better to give than to receive?) Generosity is one of the easiest ways to instantly manifest joy, to create what’s commonly understood as “good energy.” We all like getting surprises; we...

We’re No (April) Fools

In the spirit of light-hearted playfulness of April Fools Day, the Los Angeles Times tried to pull one over on their (dwindling) readership. But the cleverest among us realized their ruse, and instead of feeling perplexed and outraged we enjoyed a hearty chuckle. All in good fun! The April 1, 2014 edition’s lead editorial, on...

Poem: Better Angels

Out on errands, out on foot seeing and breathing whatever passes for Nature in Hollywood, I – which means you-me-we-us – you were doing what you always do on gentle mornings cinematically sunlit from the back: you were noticing. Walking and noticing energy organizing in most attractive and repellent ways. Seeing a fraction of the...

Honestly

Folks who begin sentences about themselves with the word “honestly” are subtly implying that there are times, perhaps many times – this particular time when they’re talking to you being an exception, of course – when they’re not honest. That’s why they’re prefacing their personal revelation with a qualifier, a certification of authenticity. This time,...

Poem: When We Make Contact

When we make contact with the extraterrestrials, the Aliens as they’re called – the Other in its most foreign form – when we do, what do you think will happen? What will you feel? Relief? Fear? Bewilderment? Ecstasy? Will they be exactly like us, much improved? Or – and this seems more likely – will...