The thing about being poor is that the less you have, the more help there seems to be. We’re on the cusp.
Since when has blanket opposition become so much more attractive in democracies than, well, the work of thinking things through?
I used to boast to friends from abroad about the quality and availability of our institutions of higher education. I fear those boasts now sound like PR.
What are young poets up to these days? Sometimes they invent a new gamelan, and sometimes they breathe original music through a master’s reed.
My need to counter what I saw as this country’s rightward tilt took the form of non-stop, 24/7 outrage — in the supermarket, the doctors’ lounge, at the dry cleaners, wherever I found a willing listener.
We have known for 30 years that we were storing up disaster for our descendants. They will be incredulous and enraged that we couldn’t bestir ourselves for their sake…