Dear Humanity,
I love you and I hate you. What are you doing?
Love,
Precarious Birch
Who are we and what are we doing? A collection of essays. Essays of Liberty, including the One-Dimensional Man rip. When you write a line it must stand for the entire Thing. On the brink of the everywhere. And if so, I ain’t going to come from scholar, I’m going to come from me. I ain’t your poet, your singer-songwriter, your professor, your fiction nonfiction, I Ain’t yours. I am my life. And so the version I drop shall be my version. The version I come with is me.
The version I roll with is we. And therefore Marcuse sang liberty as Bob Marley danced his. Annie Dillard’s liberty. My goodness. Stowe’s liberty. My goodness. Nabokov’s liberty. Tolstoy’s liberty. They sang their truth. Gave us their truth. Gave us the whole thing. And so we listen. We have to take them seriously because they command our respect, our actuality. My goodness Joyce. My great Mary goodness Proust. You have them all lined up, Versions of Liberty. Write it up, as Emerson when he wrote “there is good reason why we should prize this liberation. The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snow-storm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man. On the brink of the waters of life and truth, we are miserably dying. The inaccessibleness of every thought but that we are in, is wonderful.” And more upon us, “Every thought is also a prison; every heaven is also a prison. Therefore we love the poet, the inventor, who in any form, whether in an ode, or in an action, or in looks and behavior, has yielded us a new thought.” Yes, the poet “unlocks our chains, and admits us to a new scene.” We, as a collective Universal Humanity, walk down a long, dark hallway looking for a door out of this madness. We elect people who do not lead. We worship corporate greed. We want to make a million and more. All of you. Me too. Walk straight to the salt stick. Stand in the long line of billions. Do you know where the line goes? We need those with the Voice to encourage our bravery.
Dear Humanity,
I no longer accept the dominant conversation. You scream, wail, cry and whine. Filled with anxiety and dread. I stand up and say Enough! Back away, fiends of dread! Away with your negativity, haters! The majority of our universal Us simply wants peace and the quality of our daily hour, the current hour of love and sanity. We no longer listen to the dominant conversation. We change the paradigm today.
Love,
Precarious Birch