9/11 conspiracy talk makes me irrationally crazy with rage. Please don’t do it in my blog, ok? I skip it elsewhere, and I don’t want to talk about it here.
Thanks.
Daily Archives: December 7, 2008
Writer’s Block: Infamous
You’re kidding, right? I mean, what date could possibly have been drummed into the collective consciousness so deeply that it would have this kind of resonance for the average reader on this list, hm? I wonder.
I mean, I can recall (very dimly) JFK being shot on 11/22/63, and King (04/04/68) and RFK (June 5, 1968) more clearly than that; I remember watching the moon landing/walk on July 20, 1969; Obama’s election on November 4, 2008 may resonate strongly for a lot of folks. But the only date that’s been treated and sanctified and manipulated and exploited in the same way that Pearl Harbor Day has been handled — so that if you say the date it immediately conjures up stuff — is, of course, 9/11/01.
Out Of Tune
With the first chord, I know
she’s out of tune enough
that this is not going to be pretty.
I don’t care. Two more strums
and I can tell which pegs
I could twist just a hair to bring her back.
I don’t care.
Right now, it’s all I can do
to keep from plugging her in
just as she is
although it’s late
and everyone for a block around
is sleeping, and will call
for my head if I do it. I don’t.
Instead, I bang on for a hot quiet minute
like neither of us has a future.
As if this dissonance, this breakdown
between tolerable noise and
“what the fuck is he thinking,”
is an imperative. Because of course,
it is; at least for tonight,
right now, before I go to bed angry;
right now, as I try to keep myself
from going to bed angry.
Dark Matter 