there's still hope...

we are the promised land.

“To this appalled, sad American, and New Yorker, America has never seemed farther from an acknowledgment of reality than it’s been in the face of last Tuesday’s monstrous dose of reality. The disconnect between what happened and how it might be understood, and the self-righteous drivel and outright deceptions being peddled by virtually all our public figures (an exception: Mayor Giuliani) and TV commentators (an exception: Peter Jennings) is startling, depressing. The voices licensed to follow the event seem to have joined together in a campaign to infantilize the public. Where is the acknowledgment that this was not a “cowardly” attack on “civilization” or “liberty” or “humanity” or “the free world” but an attack on the world’s self-proclaimed superpower, undertaken as a consequence of specific American alliances and actions? How many citizens are aware of the ongoing bombing of Iraq? And if the word “cowardly” is to be used, it might be more aptly applied to those who kill from beyond the range of retaliation, high in the sky, than to those willing to die themselves in order to kill others. In the matter of courage (a morally neutral virtue): whatever may be said of the perpetrators of Tuesday’s slaughter, they were not cowards.

Our leaders are bent on convincing us that everything is okay. America is not afraid. “They” will be found and punished (whoever “they” may be). We have a robotic president who assures us that America still stands tall. A wide spectrum of public figures strongly opposed to the policies being pursued abroad by the Bush administration apparently feel free to say nothing more than that they stand, along with the whole American people, united and unafraid, behind President Bush. Commentators inform us that grief centers are in operation. Of course, we are not being shown any horrific images of what happened to the people working at the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. That might dispirit us. It was not until Thursday that public officials (again, with the exception of Mayor Giuliani) dared offer some estimates of the number of lives lost.

We have been told that everything is or is going to be, okay, although this was a day that will live in infamy and America is now at war. But everything is not okay. And this was not Pearl Harbor. A lot of thinking needs to be done, and perhaps is being done in Washington and elsewhere, about the colossal failure of American intelligence and counter-intelligence, about the future of American foreign policy, particularly in the Middle East, and about what constitutes a sensible program of military defense. But clearly our leaders—those in public office, those aspiring to public office, those who once held public office—with the voluntary complicity of the principal media, have decided that the public is not to be asked to bear much of the burden of reality. The unanimously applauded, self-congratulatory bromides of a Soviet Party Congress seemed to us contemptible. The unanimity of the sanctimonious, reality-concealing rhetoric spouted by nearly all American officials and media commentators in these last days seems, well, unworthy of a mature democracy.

Our leaders have let us know that they consider their task to be a manipulative one: confidence-building and grief management. Politics, the politics of a democracy—which entails disagreement, which promotes candor—has been replaced by psychotherapy. Let’s by all means grieve together. But let’s not be stupid together. A few shreds of historical awareness might help us understand what has just happened, and what may continue to happen. “Our country is strong,” we are told again and again. I for one don’t find this entirely consoling. Who doubts that America is strong? But that’s not all America has to be.

—Susan Sontag, 9. 11. 01

my dreams won’t let me forget

I’m still waiting here, collecting bobby pins, waiting to feel again. Trying my damnedest to fall asleep. I tried to forget you but instead my subconscious traded brokenness for reconciliation and every morning it’s harder to push away the sheets. I’m still waiting here, praying that God will let me love again…but it’s easier to just swim here in these sheets cause maybe it’s better not to break another heart with fear, indecision, and impatience. And everywhere I look, it’s just for you - anything to know that true beauty still lives between the earth and the sun. Don’t worry, I know no one lives in darkness forever. Its just that the night feels so long without your long legs twisted up in mine. Who was I to throw it all away? Just another broken man pretending he’s whole. Waiting, I should say, because I’m still naive enough to think everything will be okay…because the one we serve is pretty good at picking up the pieces I became the night I let you go.

The very idea that markets are self-organizing, efficient and liberating is no longer credible, but illustrates the extent to which neoliberalism - as shorthand for market-like rule - is an economic, political and ideological project pursued by certain groups (such as governments and corporations) to construct a reality that is perceived to be founded in the inherent properties of economic markets. This circular reasoning has replaced any sense of what we ought to do to achieve democratic goals and ambitions with a logic built on the perception of the inherently good and essential qualities of markets. Thus morality and ethics have been turned right way up in response to the ‘natural law’ of economic exchange in which the rich can buy more freedom than the poor.

c. michael downes: from the collection entitled, february

cmichaeldownes:

february

Her face framed in soft darkness

where she paints the pillow with feathered fire-strokes of hair

The night is too small in this bed

where the early morning is already in our eyes, on our skin

with lips we strive to find ways without words

fingertips tracing secrets to each other

Neutral Milk Hotel Box Set w/ Unreleased Songs Announced

twentyfourbit:

Not only will Jeff Mangum remind us of Neutral Milk Hotel’s greatness with rare solo tour dates this year, but the enigmatic NMH leader is breaking out some previously unreleased material as well: 15 new tracks will arrive on November 22 along with a vinyl box set of the band’s ever-enduring discography, two posters, and one-off drawings by Mangum himself.

Now streaming on the set’s official site, Walking Wall of Words, is Mangum’s first episode DJing a new regular radio series of 30-minute programs, as well as a stream of the wonderful unreleased tune “Oh Sister.” The site’s servers have been understandably clogged today with excited fans, so here’s a live take on “Oh Sister” if you can’t get through.

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lazz |>>>>: NSFW

lazz:

I barrel home, peel my flour-covered kitchen clothes off and replace with a see-through black dress, and take a seat on the front porch. Do my legs look strange after standing all day or is it my imagination? Whatever. I talk to roommates, one of whom is clamoring about uncharacteristically and…

Inspiring and beautifully written:

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The Kooks

—One Last Time

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with summer.

—Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby)

twentyfourbit:

Video: Bon Iver - “I Can’t Make You Love Me” (Live in Studio)

In which Justin Vernon sings a gorgeous, one-take rendition on Bon Iver, Bon Iver B-side “I Can’t Make You Love Me” / “Nick of Time” in an intimate studio setting, backed only by an upright piano with the front lid unhinged. Watch Vernon channel Bonnie Raitt circa 1991 above.

Previously: Bon Iver Covers Raitt, Hathaway on Fallon

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“a bunch of run-on sentences”

Sometimes I think it takes a day like this for God to mend my heart when I still don’t quite believe I deserve that it be healed.  

But I guess it’s not just my heart I’m worried about, just like it wasn’t just my heart that I hurt…shame’s a helluva thing to live with.  So is pride, I suppose.  

I guess I will keep trying to move forward…and days like today are the mechanism that God is using to make me whole again.  Thanks, George.