So, now we find out that in Hillary Clinton’s 3 hour interview with the FBI, she wasn’t actually under oath (not that that would have made any difference. She is a lawyer. She can lie like a pro.) and that no record was kept of what was said, which strikes me as just shoddy. I’m guessing they just had coffee and chatted about this and that.
Just watched a thing on Discovery Channel about Mao Tse Tung. It’s kind of amazing how much we don’t know about what happened in the world even within our own lifetimes, if it was just outside of our view.
Two police killings of black men in two days. We only heard about them, of course, because there were witnesses and cell phone footage. One of my facebook friends wrote “I don’t want to be that woman who’s just posting about all racism all the time, but then I realize that America is all racism all the time.”
I did a lot of work on my upcoming poetry book today, aligning the table of contents with the book. Of course, you can’t just glance at the titles and work like a data entry machine, if so, I could have finished the job in ten minutes. But, every poem I see, I wind up rereading. Some of them,quite honestly, are crap. Some very short ones which could have been bathroom wall graffiti. Others, I fall in love with all over again. All of them, though, rhyme and have something, at least some little thing, to say.
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