Monday August 20th 2012 Tim
Very beautiful morning, and calm. Clear
and brisk, and almost Mockingbird free, because Mockingbirds take these
next few weeks to ponder straight lines, circles and the mystery of
purpose. And I would guess too the call of far places is upon
migratory beings, that scent of spice in the air, a lone Chimney Swift,
a Cardboard Box from the Yangtze Kiang, or what we who are doomed to
shopping culture call the holiday season.
Certainly August might
seem a little early to start, but football jerseys from the mysterious East,
winter woollies from Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh, days of yore shaving
equipment from Saigon, colorful battery operated phalluses from Taiwan, and
other such tributes are beating down the doors of fulfillment centers. And
Oh Dear Sweet Lord, please let Republican Congressmen get drunk and swim
naked in the Sea that Jesus walked upon.