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more me than politics...

In general, I don't talk politics in this journal. That because this is where I come to get away from that world, to be in the creative part of my brain (or at least to try) and to rejoice in you lot, and the fact that I know you, all around the world, because I have, I swear, time traveled from the 1950's and the korean war to watching dvds from weird zones on my flatscreen while I communicate to people I love dearly in other timezones and hemispheres.

Aside from the recurring dream that I mentioned in my last post, my Political thoughts this week were strange memories. These are personal thoughts, and although they are about political things, it's just because I have been so stuck there. You don't have to agree with my choices to read them.


The Kennedy / Nixon election of 1960 was the first time I realized that Eisenhower would not be president for my entire life. (Actually, Truman was president when I was born, but at 8 years old, I wasn't really aware of that either.) My mother was pro Nixon. Even at 8, I was not. Every time he spoke on tv, I wanted to cry. If the term had existed then, I would have said it was the psychic version of The Bad Touch.

The first time I heard, and later remembered with fear, the name Bush was The Bay of Pigs. If you have seen the movie Matinee, you know how it really was.(I was a little younger than those kids...) I questioned the nuns about what sitting under the desk was going to do. They were not amused.

The first time I could vote for president. Nixon was involved again. I actually had to ask for a write in ballot in order to vote for McGovern. I learned not to be intimidated, and that was a worthwhile thing to have, even though my candidate went down in flames.

And, I can't believe to this day how many people still speak fondly of the Reagan years, and how few still understand (whatever you think of him politically) what an amazing human being James Earl Carter is.


Anyway, in my own heart and life, I have hardly ever been actually voting *for* a candidate (at least for a first term), but against my fears. I am in that same place this year, but I hope things will prove out that I *can* vote for next time. In spite of that I feel great relief, and a little giddy, ready to trust and try, and, for the first time in ages, not embarrassed. I like all of that.


And, instead of my recurring anxiety dream, I have had the lyrics to this song stuck in my head all day, so I thought I'd share it with you....



democracy video

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.

From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.

It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.

From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.

It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!

It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on ...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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