K. note /
I just blurted the following as a leadoff footnote to my previous post: and I’ll repeat here: ’cause the point applies to more and more of these posts, especially the crowded-hasty current ones.
I think my age and my prolific volume have finally collided: I used to believe that what I had to say was more important than perfect craft of expression: if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing imperfectly: so long as future drafts are possible. Then, when you’re dead, then fuck everything anyway: if God wanted me to succeed he should have helped more. Good readers may guess generously, see what you meant no matter how you wrote it. But I don’t know, a balance may have tipped: and I can’t improve recent posts as much as they need: because, as I run out of air, and out of days, more and more stuff crowds my queue. I can’t think straight with all the jostle.
Well, I contribute to the fault, but my part in the fault is minor: think how much better I might have done if the society had helped more than hindered me: if I’d been paid in stead of punished, promoted instead of interrupted, censored, jailed. It’s not right to overload Sisyphus while subsidizing Mars. Human history has no future: the New Testament is the past tense of the Old Testament.
What follows is, temporarily I hope, an insult to the fabulous subjects. Seeger, circle dancing … hand holding in rhythm: that’s what we need. And we need to acknowledge how uncooperative and interfering the kleptocracy has been in managing the culture, the mercantile market, to be selfish, non-convivial, toxic …