October 9, 2000
Yom Kippur 2000.I am on a mission to battle down my cynicism and perpetuate hope.
Right now, it's a true struggle, I'm watching some of the people
I've been closest to, have depended on, fall apart and deteriorate.
My family is weak and bending sickly at its joints,
There are new stresses that aggravate old tensions…
We are clinging to each other by sinews.
An abandoned 3-week old kitten found her way
Into my home, and sometimes she's a pillar of hope,
And sometimes she's a bundle of despair.
My father, proud farmer of a decade-old, leonine mane,
Got shorn in honor of his birthday,
In honor of change,
Of acknowledging endings and welcoming beginnings.
I have heard of women who shaved their heads
When their child died, cut it all off when they
Left their husband…
My father was a complex irrigation system
Of Deep-Rooted emotions,
His face was wavering in the salon mirrors
Like an irregular tide.
I think and hope he felt a liberation.
Sometimes, it's more than just a haircut.
It's a new perspective.
We do some very simple things to our bodies
That can end up being surprisingly stirring.
Sometimes the best therapy in the world
Is being held tightly and rocked,
A good cry,
Having tears kissed,
And giving all that back when it's needed.
I am sad to miss this Friday's Nader rally at the Madison Square Garden.
Michael Moore, Nader, Tim Robbins, Ani DiFranco and a many good others
Are coming out to support Nader and demand he be included in debates.
Following the political scene this past year has
Made me feel like a plant that has been watered.
Nader is the hero of many of my outrages,
Lending empowerment, persistance and hope
To things I would have felt powerless over.
He is such a champion.
Michael Moore is much of the same cloth,
Lending humor and common sense to his passion.
He makes me want to re-register to vote:
“What has happened to us? We keep settling for less, and we keep getting less. We start with a Kennedy or a McGovern, people who, though flawed, At least had a VISION and BELIEVED in something, and, by settling for the "lesser" each and every time, we have ended up with... Gore and Lieberman! You keep splitting and weakening the political gene pool, and this is what you get!”“One month from today, I am hoping against hope that the Non-Voting Majority in this country will decide that they've had enough of the b.s. and go behind that curtain for just a few minutes and rock the nation. It is the only day every four years when the average schlump has more power in his or her hands than all of media, all the oil companies, all of Congress combined. With the flick of a switch or the stroke of a pencil, we outnumber the bastards by 99 to 1 on that single solitary day in November.”“One month from today -- you can make a mark on history, or you can sink further into the despair those in charge so keenly hope has choked you into giving up. "They all suck. I ain't votin' !" Music to the ears of the richest one percent who want you to continuing funding the greatest prosperity they have ever known with your hard and underpaid work, your taxes financing their tax breaks, and your willingness to pay more for everything from the pump to the pet food.”
29 days and counting…
I am spending my days listening to music recorded from
Cultures destryoed in World War II,
Reading the diary of a suicide victim,
And trying to piece out what the important things are right now,
So I can turn down the garish volume on the rest.
I am holding my boyfriend at night like he
Might not be there when I wake up,
Because I don't have enough time on this planet
To do everything I want to do. Each hour spent is a
Precious decision made.
I am sentimentalizing everything.
Maybe I'm getting old.
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