Is anyone still blogging? It seems time again. With the unintelligibility of the world today, the voluntary ignorance, the fools fueling not only their own demise, but all of creation’s, yes, it seems time. Oh, how jealous is evil of fragility and beauty? How jealous is death of life? The work of suffering is unintelligible to those set on believing in themselves. Yes, you drove fast, sir. You shot your wad all over the fields. She had dragged herself diagonally toward her house, our house, and away from the center of the road. It probably took her hours. And three more times you drive by. It sounded like you were going 90-100 kph. I saw your dirty car. You left her there in the thunderstorm. How do you like your migrant work? “Your blue-eyed boy, Mr. Death?”
Yes, I have something to say. I have been quiet now for a long tine. But I have something to say, to you, and your ugly, cruel, progressive world. Your vanity is ignorance and cruelty. You are not virtuous. You are not beautiful. You don’t even want to be. You don’t even know enough anymore to want to be. You are your dirty, loud, ugly, speeding, cackling car, and you are all of the death, suffering, and loss you leave behind.
Early is the evening, Reluctant the dawn; Once there was summer; Sudden it was gone. It fell like a leaf, Whirled downstream. Was there ever summer, Or only a dream? Was ever a world That was not November? Once there was summer, And this I remember, Cornflowers and daisies, Buttercups and clover, Black-eyed Susans and Queen-Anne's lace, A wide green meadow, And bees booming over, And a little laughing girl with the wind in her face. Strident are the voices And hard lights shine; Feral are the faces; Is one of them mine? Something is lost now, Tarnished the gleam; Was there ever nobleness, Or only a dream? Yes, and it lingers, Lost not yet; Something remains Till this I forget Cornflowers and clover, Buttercups and daisies, Black-eyed Susans under blue and white skies And the grass waist high Where the red cow grazes, And a little laughing girl with faith in her eyes.
Ogden Nash
