Here we go again. Fucking September, always coming around again.
I’m taking two weeks off from media.
Facebook, NPR, HuffPo, Alternet, Amy Goodman, Daily Show, the whole thing.
Not this year you won’t get me, September demon. I’m too busy with these wild and crazy guys, too busy having long languid dinners with old friends, too busy getting shit done, too busy forcing the world to be what I want it to be. Too busy feeling in control and loving it.
Look at this page from a wholesale pricelist I get every week. It never fails to depress me.
But there’s quiet lightning outside, the humidity is breaking, and my flooded town has been enjoying drying sun all week. Now everyone’s out walking, seeing the mudlines on the trees, the fields. The buildings. Houses. Businesses. Not mine, mercifully. Nature. Before the Facebook break, I always liked to check in on what Rev Billy had to say about it. Always good stuff, like:
LAZY HATE – staring across the border of our own territory and badmouthing the next city over, the other religion, the other anything – how easy it is and its the same habitual division we practice with the Earth, which is now recrossing that border and confronting us with wind fire and flood. Sometimes this apocalypse looks like a lesson in love.
Anyway, things seem to be getting pretty serious out there. The wind’s whipping up for another storm around these parts. And that earthquake a few weeks ago—rumor is it might have been caused by us scooping out the earth from the inside out. Who knows.
I know I feel the seriousness of this earth, these days.
And I know we’ve got to change the conversation around to it. The center of the plate has been pretty fucked up for a while, let’s admit it. My idea these days is to shove all that shit off the plate all together with the brute force of our better ideas.
Let’s force our brilliant plans/craziest chocolates/most revolutionary schemes/wildest dreams into the mainstream, let’s overwhelm it with our complicated notions of what a life can be. Let’s shove aside everything horrible that was. Instead of infighting with perceived allies who are useless, let us walk alone on individual paths of strength. Anarchy is what I’m talking about, naturally. Not wallowing in government-mandated fear and heartsickness, but simply sidestepping the awfulness all around in favor of something astonishingly beautiful, perfectly new:
We are the revolutionaries our parents pretended they were. Let’s get to it.