Well, I should have made this decision weeks ago. Actually, it isn’t so much a decision as a vow, which is also the wrong word because I never keep those, or resolutions. Maybe it’s a promise? No, no, I don’t want to stick my neck out that far.
A Rainy Day at Malostranska Naměsti, by British artist Robert Crisp
Let’s call it a statement of intent.
American politics has gotten just plain boring lately, with Crazy Eyes Bachmann and her faithful sidekick, Marcus the Prancing Pony, out of the race. No more Herman Cain jokes. Newt is an ex-Newt. We don’t have Rick Santorum to kick around any more. Perry’s gone back to Texas and Ron Paul has been rendered irrelevant.
The situation has been rendered unamusing. It may become exciting again, closer to November, in the sense that a football game is exciting, but I hate the fact that we even have to relate to politics on that level. If Romney wins, it will be a disaster for America and, by extension, the entire world and I don’t think I am even slightly exaggerating. It is not a fucking game.
So, anyway, my resolution is that, unless there’s something amazing happening in the news, I’m going to start writing more about regular, every day stuff. Like my teaching, or my family, or stuff happening in Prague, or my poetry, even though every time I throw my poetry up on the blog, page hits drop like a rock.
I know not a lot of people like poetry and, actually, I get that. It’s cool. What I don’t understand, though, is how do people know in advance? What is it that lets you know, “There is poetry on that site, don’t click over there today?”
It’s like when you’re out walking on a really sunny day and suddenly the sky bursts open and the rain comes pouring down, and you’re standing under an awning that comes out maybe 5 centimeters over the sidewalk, in a doorway with two smokers and a fat lady, looking out at the street scene and all the people with their umbrellas, and you’re thinking “Who the hell are these people and how did they know?”
I’ll still be writing every day because this is my writing practice. I hope you all keep reading.
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