Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Let Darkness Lap at Your Sides. Give Darkness an Inch

Last night I attended Walter Johnson High School's 2011 Awards Ceremony (Planet walked across stage to receive the award for Excellence in Three-Dimensional Art - she sculpts). The ceremony took two and a half hours; there were dozens of special awards, plus the awards for each department, then the reading of National Merit Scholars. The principal (who's leaving to take a job up the ladder and received standing ovations and whoops), apologized for the length, saying, consider the cause for the length, the remarkable number of remarkable students. A wonderful evening.

This morning:

Under the plan, the council would cut $25 million from the $1.4 billion it contributed to the public school system this year. It would also take more control over the way the schools, and other county agencies, save to cover retiree health insurance.

The council would largely direct the school cuts to an account covering employee benefits, said Ervin, a former Board of Education member. The goal, she said, is to keep the cuts from affecting classrooms, while making sure that school employees share in countywide budget cuts.

Fuck you. I've said this before: my wife is a public school teacher, one of my best friends is a public school teacher, both my parents were public school teachers as were two of my favorite aunts and two of my favorite uncles, so I plead FULL DISCLOSURE AND SELF-INTEREST AND BLIND SPOT when I say.... when I say.... when I say twelve hours ago I was glowing and now I'm heartsick again. It was a nice four days pretending I wasn't anguishing the clusterfuck.


Albert Goldbarth

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you're tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They'll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down. 


  1. And the Supreme Court's ruling yesterday -- 8 to fucking 1 -- about the right of the police to bust down your door without a search warrant if they "hear evidence being destroyed" -- like flushing the toilet (Alito) -- tells you all you need to know about where this country is headed.

    But who gives a shit about the Constitution anymore anyway? It's so quaint.

    (Sorry if you already discussed this and I missed it.)

  2. First, congratulations to Planet. Second, bake sales aplenty. Third, I figure by the time my youngest hits high school, the day will run from 8-9 am for class, 9-1 interning at a fast food joint.

    "Sorry officer, I was taking a shit."

  3. She's got an art show at her school on Thursday - I post some photos; she's astonishing. I probably won't go into more detail than here, but irony is me pushing her towards art while her mother pushed her towards music.

    Yes, Obama's two SCOTUS picks solidly in the Police State camp. The fucker.

  4. As for the Metro map redesign, I'll only vote for the one that shows us where the fuckers are doing "random" searches.

    I'm salivating to be approached by these goons, frankly, so I can tell them off eight ways to Sunday. But I'm not likely to get singled out, being a middle-class white woman. We all know which people are likely to get abused.

  5. Yeah, they're not even bothering to kayfabe much anymore.

    Eat the kayfabe. Or don't. Doesn't matter.

  6. Here I am nursing bubonic accompanied by The Drugs Of Modren Medsin and I can find wonderful silver in those youngsters who manage to flourish amidst the filth. Yeah, we're handing them shit. They're up to the task.

    (Apologies for the merry sunshine act. It happens rarely.)

  7. Lisa, agree re the Constitution. It's gone the way of K-Tel records. Who knows, maybe like vinyl albums, it'll stage an underground renaissance with the kids in about 30 years.