“I don’t want to see their faces
I don’t want to hear their screams“
“Like you said, it is now an atrocity to deny it’s a genocide.”
Thanks for asking,
or thanks for not asking,
either way …
I’m doing exactly precisely
Splendid
painting these cow skulls
releasing these Thrillers
watching, rapt, the TikTok Auschwitzes;
all the small discrete variations on their impossibly durable themes.
Finally I can say it with clarity, that
I am grateful to Him sure, for all that you perceive that he did For you
and yet, in all equal honesty
It’s a very different story in my heart, when viewed from the perspective
Of what he did To you, to the waterfish embrace, his name,
to the potfrog staying in school now, staying all into it in fact to the
Last Syllable of Recorded Time
ever since the nineteen and fifty-nine, or the IGY
and not, just
to the freak and ghoul who grew belatedly tall at long last
only to scribble so, nuts, monk mad, in daily devotion
eh Mr. Gibbon?
It is our destiny, or at least our desire, to survive , prosper, and share kindness in the world.
D’accord.
We perceive it to be in our interests, to go on existing rather than the opposite.
Then to exist in Prosperity, however we choose to define the word, and alas too often heedless of who else prospers, or withers back to the dust as everything must. Sooner, later.
Maybe sharing for its own sake is the answer to why I persist with this project, and the nature of real Kindness is as elusive, even as evasive, as the nature of love, whether romantic or familial or tribal or divine.
Maslow’s pyramid applies.