Morning in Whistler…no snow yet of course, but so peaceful…deciduous in full bloom, evergreens hunkering down for the weight of winter, a few birds still calling, chipmunks furtive, dashing and stashing. The sky grey with a slight mange of blue, the sun slow in waking, scant rays getting through. Autumn and pumpkins outside the store yesterday where I saw the boy…I can see him right now, all of five years holding with wild-eyed glee a pumpkin carving kit And I smiled to myself just to think of it! And in this remembering, a smile too and then the faintest of a tear These seasons, these lessons, this never-ending thrust the leaves, they keep falling as ever they must, in showers of lime, tangerine and rust …
You say you want a revolution?
Read this and tell me if you still want a revolution…I see a lot of damn the rich out there still…to be expected, that’s the way politicians have been setting up the propaganda for years now. Course not the very rich, like the ones that help get the politicians elected; just the ones you see day to day, the ones that bug you because of what you perceive they have that you don’t, the ones you figure got there because they were lucky, the ones you assume have no sense of charity, the ones people like to assume a great deal about. It’s so easy to point fingers and Mao’s cultural revolution is what happened when pointing fingers got out of hand. Of course many …