I listen to people. I guess all writers do but I’m not recommending it as a source of inspiration for the creative process. I just find it amusing, sometimes informative.
Crossing a parking lot the other day I listened to a nearby couple in their twenties. I have no idea what the girl was talking about but I decided to count the number of times she used the word “like” in her next sentence. She made it to seven, never as an actual reference to anything’s qualities or attributes, or attitudes or feelings about anything. She was like just like using it for meaningless filler. She meant, “I thought” or “I said” or “she said,” etc.
Am I like becoming an old (middle-aged) grammar cop? You damn kids learn to speak correctly and get off of my lawn! No, I understand that every generation has its silly habits. I say “cool” far more than makes sense.
I could despair for English but I am too well entertained.
I have been wanting to share this poem with someone for at least a week, and I can’t stand it anymore.
Want to see it in Spanish and English? Here.
In preparation for death we
send strangers away, cast
them out unfed and unloved,
scatter their families like paper
and see that it is good.
Expecting the Nightland
we stare at the harsh lights
of winter evenings; red
and green and fierce
fluorescent white – until
they echo when we rest our eyes.
Predicting the silence forever
we lean hard on the horns
of our cars and curse
the traffic, just to rush home
and tear off our clothes.
The rumble of dark water
speaks all night from the mantle
beneath us and we sit up
until dawn, forgiving the lies
about justice in the bitter,
unkind world. Then when
the sun comes up, we go.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
… from Donald Trump.
I know that some of my readers live in the UK. I cordially invite you to join more than one million of your countrymen and women, in signing a petition to ban the ostensible president of my country from being received in your country for an official state visit.
Here’s a link.
Trump is a vile, vapid, vulgar little tyrant whose putrid character is utterly devoid of any redeeming qualities. His personality has all the taste and discernment of a small lump of molding cheddar.What’s more, he’s simply a mad dictator who, if he’s not stopped soon, will rain sorrow and suffering, hate and discontent, on people here in the US and far abroad.
So feel free to tell him, “none shall pass,” and trust me that no right-minded American will take the slightest offense.
Want of foresight, unwillingness to act when action would be simple and effective, lack of clear thinking, confusion of counsel until the emergency comes, until self-preservation strikes its jarring gong – these are the features which constitute the endless repetition of history.
~ Winston Churchill