Tantalizing Tragedies
TANTALIZING
TRAGEDIES AND USA LIFE
Were we sufficiently informed about the classified designs of the NIH, FBI, CIA, CDC, NSA and a few other government
agencies, we would flavor each meal or snack with dread. Each tick of the clock would be the noise of
a bullet or of an eardrum shattered by a massive explosion; each ballot, an
opportunity gone wrong. How normal it
would be to burn our absurdly priced garments and footwear and baptize ourselves with those ashes. Without discrimination among genders, ethnicities,
and economic status, the posture of Job
would be the only posture. Neither
"The Star-Spangled Banner" nor "Lift Every Voice and Sing"
would ever be heard. Either Dinah
Washington's "This Bitter Earth," Curtis Mayfield's
"Underground," or Billie Holiday's "Strange Fruit" would be
the anthem of choice. The most revolutionary patriots among us would protest
and sing praise hymns for the salvation of death.
Our minds would be
our metaphors. Our nation would be the simultaneous hell and heaven of nowhere.
We are not informed.
We are sentenced to suffer
enslavement to hope! Despite our
common sense and better selves, we demand (and get) illusions of progress. We are condemned to rob, bad mouth, murder,
hate, and rape our fellow citizens with glorious alacrity. We are confused and confusing. And we are decidedly uncertain about to whom
the pronoun "we" might refer.
Laugh. Do not panic. Laugh. Find solace in memories
of once upon a time before the advent of
the Age of Trump. Laugh. The patron saint of the USA is Donatien Alphonse
Francois, Marquis de Sade. The Bible is
Pier Paolo Pasolini's "Salo." Laugh. Our manifested destiny is a
single grape of wrath. Laugh.
Tulajit. Laugh. Tikkun Leil Shabbat.
Laugh.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. May 30, 2018
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