If I had a song
I’d sing it in the morning
I’d sing it in the evening
All over this land
I think the ‘social ecologists’ are absolutely right, like most leftists generically, in their considerations, as far as they go.
I habitually just don’t feel that they go quite far enough.
As represented by the commentator here, they see it the same, only in reverse: “Going So Far As”!
Potato, potahtoe.
I am anti-capitalist. I am, for the most part, anti-civ as well. But the quote is beating a straw man, because I for one am not ‘calling for’ shit, apparently or otherwise.
I don’t have a prescription to write for the mental illness of the civilized. Most days I barely have one to scribble for my own monkey mind.
I got no plan for Society. I got no candidate for you to send money to. (But check out my Patreon!) I got no possum, no rhetorical sop, no edgelord taters. No polemic, no school, no orthodoxy to balm your trauma.
I got this bandstand. I got a camera and sometime I might use it again.
I got a hammer, and a bell, and this here song to sing. It’s a hammer of theoretical justice. It’s a bell of marginal freedom. It’s a song about Love, between, my brothers and my sisters, all over this land.
Which extends out to Flint, and to Gaza, and Syria, and Yemen, and the Donbass, and way down deep inside every one of us.
Sing with me if you like my song. Click the non-existent like button if it stirs you up in a way you like. Comment, subscribe, all that; you know the drill. If you don’t like my song, go someplace where you can’t hear it, and take my most very civilized apologies with you when you go.