High Speed Wobble
Can I be a Witness
The air is quiet tonight beneath all the noise, which rolls off car tires on the street below, where it jumps the curb and ricochets off the phone poles. It lobs itself over the back fence, bounces off the trees and bird feeders, dead into my window, half opened, because I like to listen and watch after all. A cultural voyeur.
What is that stillness beneath the buzz? I sense dismay, agog, and a deep sense of craziness. New Orleans. Biloxi. The Middle East. Bush cronyism discovers the Peter Principle. Man murders others, murders self. Children imitate what they see only to become adults who are one generation further disenfranchised and alienated from everything only to pump out another generation of puppies who might as well be born blind. What kind of shit is this? It is nothing short of odd to be watching the world as it is today disintegrate in slow motion before my eyes. I have always predicted that the world would succumb to itself, but I honestly never imagined it would be in my life time.
Actually, I don’t think it will be in my lifetime, but I am witness to the beginning of the end. I sound snivling, I know. Mabye I am, am I?
Anyway, it feels good to be right.
Up or out, off we go.
It is interesting and sad on so many levels. I have to force myself to remember that I’m not just an observer, but by necessity a participant as well. I can make a difference; we all can; one person, one step at a time. Life is happening right now, and to me the secret has been revealed -- one which makes me feel both ashamed and relieved: It’s an inside job, and it's as simple as that is simple.
The air is quiet tonight beneath all the noise, which rolls off car tires on the street below, where it jumps the curb and ricochets off the phone poles. It lobs itself over the back fence, bounces off the trees and bird feeders, dead into my window, half opened, because I like to listen and watch after all. A cultural voyeur.
What is that stillness beneath the buzz? I sense dismay, agog, and a deep sense of craziness. New Orleans. Biloxi. The Middle East. Bush cronyism discovers the Peter Principle. Man murders others, murders self. Children imitate what they see only to become adults who are one generation further disenfranchised and alienated from everything only to pump out another generation of puppies who might as well be born blind. What kind of shit is this? It is nothing short of odd to be watching the world as it is today disintegrate in slow motion before my eyes. I have always predicted that the world would succumb to itself, but I honestly never imagined it would be in my life time.
Actually, I don’t think it will be in my lifetime, but I am witness to the beginning of the end. I sound snivling, I know. Mabye I am, am I?
Anyway, it feels good to be right.
Up or out, off we go.
It is interesting and sad on so many levels. I have to force myself to remember that I’m not just an observer, but by necessity a participant as well. I can make a difference; we all can; one person, one step at a time. Life is happening right now, and to me the secret has been revealed -- one which makes me feel both ashamed and relieved: It’s an inside job, and it's as simple as that is simple.
posted by Ruby Fowler at 11:35 AM
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