Apropos of nothing, I always liked Frederic Rzewski’s work, A Greater Coming Together, with lyrics from a letter Sam Melville wrote from prison (lyrics copied from the Wikipedia entry about Melville).
It’s a bit pompous by today’s standards, and I don’t condone Melville’s terrorist activities.
Persevere.
I think the combination of age and the greater coming together is responsible for the speed of the passing time. it's six months now and i can tell you truthfully few periods in my life have passed so quickly. i am in excellent physical and emotional health. there are doubtless subtle surprises ahead but i feel secure and ready.
As lovers will contrast their emotions in times of crisis, so am i dealing with my environment. in the indifferent brutality, incessant noise, the experimental chemistry of food, the ravings of lost hysterical men, i can act with clarity and meaning. i am deliberate--sometimes even calculating--seldom employing histrionics except as a test of the reactions of others. i read much, exercise, talk to guards and inmates, feeling for the inevitable direction of my li
And meanwhile, behold the existential alienation of the new elites. I’m not sure why I can’t fill the entire column with this graphic, but you can right-click and view in another window if you want to read it.
