Obama is such a huckster, I can't understand why people can't see it. The way he carefully and deliberately folds the cuffs of his sleeves gives me the creeps. They take and take and call it giving. But this is the way it works in the built world that advertised itself as democracy. It's a world of denial and delusion, land theft and genocide.


 

 it's really something, there are different realities happening simultaneously all around the earth, and on the deepest level we are all connected. with a frog in big marsh, or a stranger in florence, we are amazed.

from, and for, r.

 I like the word, winnowing. I put the word yesterday but I'd like to make it the word for today. To linger in the word, winnowing. Somebody used it in a poem today. In the poem a poem is winnowing through the reader's and the listener's minds, making them of one mind, winnowing the words of the poem. The poem referenced is not specified. Only the winnowing is left in the poem in mind.

 I can't see this as anything other than a dystopian fortress of American empire. Yet it's our neighbor. We lived here before, and we'll continue to live next to this fortress of dystopian tourism, and we'll pray for the resistance, wherever it may grow.

 As the atrocities of Israel escalate, the hegemonic machine advances toward the collapse.  

 Happy birthday Rose. It's like we're dreaming of this life, like we could be floating in space, dreaming of this. I repeat myself. I know you didn't believe in the afterlife, and I haven't seen you in my dreams, and you used to cross out God in your Daily Reminder, and you asked if we wanted your and Stanley's plaid suitcase, saying you wouldn't be needing it, and I said no, now you'll be traveling light, and you said Oh, right, with a choir of angels singing me to heaven. Anyway maybe it's all imagination, and I sing happy birthday to you in the imaginary afterlife, though I never really liked the birthday song, it makes the room feel awkward. Anyway, I imagine everything is different than we imagined it would be in the real afterlife. Anyway, my back is feeling better, and I'm gladly resting, with our dream cat Olive beside me, as you may be wondering.

This cat is dreamy. Sometimes I feel like we're dreaming of this life, like we could be floating in space, dreaming of this.