Saturday, January 21, 2017
Went out in the car
at lunchtime, and the
radio was full of strange
noises on all the stations.
Then I remembered, that's how
they do it, when we're supposed
to be coerced.
Friday, January 20, 2017
We do not greet a new administration
in the intended, or even in the cus-
tomary sense of that institutional
term. There is to be nothing adminis-
trative about it. We greet a sophis-
ticated, advanced and implacable com-
bination, to exploit this world by
intimidation and humiliation, in bi-
lateral axes of expediency and cynic-
ism. That transposition fatally ex-
tinguishes the lavish estate of com-
mon ground, the magnanimous Mitch Mc-
Connell opened to the only legitimate
President in the last three regimes.
There can be no purpose but resistance.
This is the shelter, the rest for love.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
If I remember Ellington,
with whom this expression
is very fondly associated,
it's Billy Strayhorn who
comes to mind; if I honor
Martin Luther King, Jr,
I'm not forgetting Bayard
Rustin; when I was a boy,
James Baldwin was writing
stories I needed to hear.
I'm glad as hell, I lived
in my time with such men.
And to see,
fall upon a
has been to
Glen Allen, Virginia
The New York Times, 2008©
I realize, of course, snarks will
impugn my sincerity in this dis-
cussion, for an impudence of con-
fiding one's thoughts from the
dressing room. I remark from this
setting only to convey some sense
of the ubiquity of experience in-
vaded by one's pre-occupation,
with any risk of post-Occupation,
of such a casino-rich slash of
desert, simply seething for de-
velopment. But, again, I stray.
We are not Bugsy - er, I mean,
Benny - in making a living. We
use governments for wet work.
Now we're really getting one.
What I value in my nominee for de-
velopment of the West Bank - my in-
defatigable bankruptcy attorney -
is not that he knows who's butter-
ing his bread, but that he defers
to the next generation, as in hust-
ling my dearest flamingo past the
tacky scribes at Federal Court.
Oh, what selflessness! What Polon-
ial footing in the back stairs of
a bondholder's intrigue. Fate must
thus distill a conspicuous, ex-
quisitely lingering unraveling of
his reputation, as soon as it can
be found, draped behind my promises.
ii David Friedman, Esq.
United States District Court
New Jersey, 2010