america. exceptional. or not.

[joel]

apathetic anger of a variegated voter

America. Exceptional. Or not.
United States: our stated unity—
united’s merely adjective while states
provides realities with wide degrees
of plural variations: dividends.
Divisions. Diff’rences. Divisiveness.
The divinations of the whole are holey
and the peace in pieces is unholy
kept and plural pleas permissiveness—
yes, but the singular response we blend
is “Quiet, please” in unanimity’s
most unharmonious melody that grates
against the souls of mixed community.
America. Accept it all. Or not.

[happytrails]

I totally get the first and the last lines of this poem. The rest kind of left me chasing after you and choking on your dust. Don't mind me, sometimes it takes a while to get through my fog. Sometimes it just never gets through.

[stilltrucking]

""Stafford in his poem tells us of the peaceable community at its marches or history from the bottom up as well as attention to the natural world as an act of reistance: attention to his present amounted to a reclamation of time itself--of the span of moments--from the claims of the state ...."

WAR RESISTANCE POETRY ON THE AMERICAN HOMEFRONT PART I WORLD WAR II

http://www.redroom.com/blog/julia-stein ... rld-war-ii

a reclamation from the claims of state

Yes.

[joel]

my fog.

Well, I'm sure it's probably really much more my fog than yours. I don't have a lot of well-developed thought, much less concretely creative thought, lately. I had stopped writing purely creatively for several years...and my kenosis of privilege has been being disciplined by forms and sounds...and my fog only thickens. Not so much a long dark night, but a think dense fog of the soul. However, transfiguration has been known to occur within such climatic conditions...and those all of us who loive within the fog may sometime enjoy a theophany.

Thanks for reading and sharing. I've been enjoying our dialogue; glad to come across you, HT!

And ST, thanks too! A lot to digest in those words...maybe some new sounds and thoughts to play with...in between political (attack) ads.

[happytrails]

Just so you don't get insulted if I don't understand. I am an old gal and some of the language of the new millennium leaves me shaking my head and saying "Huh?"

[dadio]

Classic. Will reread and reread for the joy of it.



the singular response we blend
is “Quiet, please” in unanimity’s
most unharmonious melody that grates
against the souls of mixed community.
America. Accept it all. Or not.

( Fine words)