Today is the real Labor Day, but here in central Swingstate - or at least my small circumscribed, self-involved bubble - you'd hardly know it. So imagine my surprise when, simply by clicking the link at Priya's place, I stumble upon unexpected signs of life in the universe.
Like Mitt Romney's dad back in '64 (or was it '68?) I'm able to poke my head outside the news machine just enough to see that I've been absorbing a lot of fabricated history. But I'll grind that ax another time. For now, I'll just ponder the dilemma of whether to celebrate a proletarian anarchist workers Mayday or a pagan fertility rite of spring Mayday. What would a fusion of those two things look like?
Belaboring the obvious since 1967. "Language is a labyrinth of paths." Ludwig Wittgenstein. "Hush hush, baby don't believe a word." Corky Siegel. “Let me say this about that.” Richard Nixon. "An editor is a person who knows more about writing than writers do but who has escaped the terrible desire to write." E.B. White. "Style is based on limitation." John Hartford. "Easy reading is damn hard writing." Nathaniel Hawthorne. "I'm better off having something to get up for every morning." Edna Case.
About Me
- Sven Golly
- Writing is like prayer: say what you need to say, as if anyone is actually reading it. Assume the head is suspended from above, face the front with the mouth closed and the tongue touching the roof of the mouth. Arms, hands, and fingers hang naturally at the sides. Relax the body, clear the mind, breathe deeply. Inhale, exhale.
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