“When you’re chewing on life’s gristle
Don’t grumble, give a whistle”
Things are looking pretty dismal at the moment. The economic situation is the worst in my lifetime, and I was born at the end of WWII. The bad news comes fast and furious.
When I am subjected to an information overload, I occasionally experience some sort of intuitive flash connected to images, a sudden understanding/epiphany/gestalt.
The other day the Tea Party movement revealed itself to me in a poetic metaphor that put them into a different perspective. Something that although just as grotesque, is at the same time touchingly human in its vulnerability. Read the rest of this entry →