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Susan Linehan's avatar

I happenstanced upon this poem yesterday. It pretty much sums up what you have just said. (I do keep my subscriptions to the NYT and WaPo because on OTHER fronts they still do good reporting. I just don't bother much with their political reporting, though I have noticed a shift towards more skepticism of "false equivalence" now that there are joyful voices spreading the policies--which are not new--and there is no more stutter to compare with trump idiocies.

Anyway, to the poem:

Golden Retrievals

BY MARK DOTY

Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention

seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.

Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh

joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then

.

I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue

of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?

Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,

thinking of what you never can bring back,

.

or else you’re off in some fog concerning

—tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work:

to unsnare time’s warp (and woof!), retrieving,

my haze-headed friend, you. This shining bark,

'

a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,

entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.

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Adam's avatar

After the first "debate" I felt a great malaise come over me but the "Three W's" (Work, Weed & Whiskey) saved my ass from further deterioration. Since then, I remain in balance!

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