O Superman

I am sick of trying to remember all the politics that I'd pushed to the back of my skull. Contrary to a lot of the writing out there, I don't think it helps. What helps is recognizing that the people who I read are people, not pundits. Close on the heels of my discovery of Roy Harper's thoughts, I felt better reading Johanna's thoughts on a Laurie Anderson concert. I'm envious. Though I haven't listened to music in days, I suspect I might try again tonight. I read Milton's Sonnets, but the politics in there is just too much to talk about right now. They rang true, but they are rhetoric in service of yet another doomed cause. O Superman is looming in my head right now. Thanks Johanna, it actually really helps to think about it.

And when force is gone, there's always Mom.

There are a lot of moms grieving right now, and a lot of babies without moms.