:-( Growing up next to the nation's number one toxic waste dump...in realative suburban idyll...I think of America as the opening scene in Lynch's Blue Velvet.There's always something seething underneath.Nowhere is as safe as it seems.It's how we grit our teeth and go on about it, how our eyes move side to side.
I've had a lot of the same kind of thoughts lately about the different perspectives people have on war/peace/violence/etc... based on age and location. After being in Eastern Europe, where it feels like WW II happened yesterday, I have a much different view on all of this. Hearing first hand stories about the things the Nazi's or Stalin did, and visiting the places they happened, makes all the museums, books and movies (and the Viet Nam photo) feel bone chillingly close, and yet completely inadequate.
We're incredibly lucky (and maybe spoiled) to have lived when and where we have. Looking at stories a couple weeks ago around Martin Luther King Day of the absolutly horrific things that went on during the Civil Rights movement was another good reminder of people's capacity for senseless violence.
I'm not going anywhere with this, but it's been percolating, and a blog reply is about the most writing I can muster...
the towers fell in my last year of highschool. right as we were all considering the next year, our movements away from home. strange to wake up to a different world.
but then, it can always be worse than it is. this may not be peace, but it still seems much better than a world war.
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Growing up next to the nation's number one toxic waste dump...in realative suburban idyll...I think of America as the opening scene in Lynch's Blue Velvet.There's always something seething underneath.Nowhere is as safe as it seems.It's how we grit our teeth and go on about it, how our eyes move side to side.
I hope the sleeping guy found a bed.Lordy.
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>};-)
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We're incredibly lucky (and maybe spoiled) to have lived when and where we have. Looking at stories a couple weeks ago around Martin Luther King Day of the absolutly horrific things that went on during the Civil Rights movement was another good reminder of people's capacity for senseless violence.
I'm not going anywhere with this, but it's been percolating, and a blog reply is about the most writing I can muster...
Good luck with your own writing.
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but then, it can always be worse than it is. this may not be peace, but it still seems much better than a world war.
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