Sunday, May 15, 2011
Around the time of the LA riots, I wrote the line “is it a new day dawning or just another city on fire?” For once I feel it may be a new day dawning. It might just be a result of having finally had a really good night’s (and half a day’s) sleep but I am filled with a quite unusual sense of optimism. Just because the known-world seems to be in windmill panic and teetering on lips of the abyss doesn’t mean that we have necessarily to fall into it. And even if we do, it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the plunge like one of those extreme theme-park rides that seek to thrill us by means of a fear/adrenaline/gravity rush. Or maybe this is all a result of a kind of geezer recklessness because – at my age and in my condition – there really isn’t that much to lose (as long as someone cares for Finn should I miscalculate) and that, as the peach-drunk Pearl long ago informed us, is a definition of freedom.
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The secret word is Next
Posted by Mick at 5/15/2011 11:13:00 AM