Jerry Ward's Blogspot

  Work of Abnormality: 4, 6,, and 5   Absolutely.   Nothing new in hauling words, in asking once and again "what genre is this"?   Questions cast no shadows. Nor   do pandemics. Return to workshop and drawing boards. Neologize until quitting time.   Wing-flappers   insert purpose in twittering. If they are butterflies in accord with the science, they modify a world.   Ever incomplete, living is an estate of mind as   bodies progress to ruin. When so much is obvious, laughter echoes everywhere.   Territorial assertions expand, efforts to map rivers of the shall-be. What's weary of duplication are cultivating agents. Brain blooms one eon to the next.   Happiness is a rash on the skin of misery, chronic or acute. No cure exists.   Jerry W. Ward, Jr.             October 31, 2021

 v AT THE MOMENT   Global pandemic abates slowly.   It abates in a slow hurry.   People find themselves (or what they vainly believe is their selves) incarcerated in what chaos, COVID-19(plus emerging variants), and chaos make possible. Absurdity is dominant.   Human being are vulnerable, sublimely vulnerable.   Whatever can go wrong does go wrong.   Goes wrong with alacrity. People are under surveillance 24/7. Digital algorithms know more about our purchasing habits, our faith or lack of faith, and our physical and mental conditions than we ourselves know.   Damn.   The color of law.   The color of office. MATRIX is an accurate metaphor for NOW.   Each day we fight back to ensure that struggle itself does not kill us.   Sometimes, we win the battle. Never, never, do we win the war.   We get decimated by invisible defeat.   Brave New World.   Fahrenheit 451. 1984. Animal Farm .   Read t...