Some would have our President sacked like Noriega or even Ceausescu. Some hunt out Cheney. Still others fume at those responsible for the unregulated disaster receiving bailouts: the cabal with balls. Who would have thought the Republicans would bring socialism to America?
Anger abounds. Anger fuels revenge. Take out the Bush crime family! Where is our Godfather?
401(k)'s spur our passion. What to do, what can we do? Leave it to Obama? What can he do? He is riding a high. Be angry, but sin not? One particular solution came to me a few months back in the form of a poem, of all things! It's one century old, not really political, unless we call it the politics of relationship. It's a break up. Bush leaving office is a break up. Can we still be friends?
The City
by C. P. Cavafy
You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried like something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
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