We Must Dare

I’m starting to think that Loki, the Norse god of mischief, has reincarnated in the shape of political news. Either that, or the air in my local pharmacy brings the raging crazy out of people. No fistfight, this time around, but only because the security guard on duty put an end to the lively discussion before the words of the pusher of buttons, the oozer of crappy-gold-plated rot, the orangey spite really got under every skin and caused a massive burst. I still can’t understand why they don’t change the channel to something less inflammable, like… The Short but Explosive Romance of Matchstick Girl and Dynamite Boy. Anyhoo, my pencil and I crafted the following blackout while waiting for my remedies:

All his illusions spread, plunder, dishearten… all.


The next blackout bit birthed rather interesting conversations. The ones that stuck with me (because I found them bemusing), were views that suggested that friendliness isn’t all that difficult if people really mean it. Nope, I’ve no idea what that means. Maybe the eyes of your brilliance are open wider than my own, and you’ll be able to tell me. I really wish to know how one can be friendly to all, without limitation, without thought, without knowing…

Unconditional friendliness is an art.


When I shared the bit below, I received a whole lot of agreement. This made me glad. I know, my Wicked Luvs, without clarification my gladness might seem a tad callous. But my delight was born out of knowing that every person who said “me too” to this blackout has loved. And we all know how the old saying goes, “It’s better to have loved and have been disappointed than to go around wondering why so many risk heart and sanity to get some.” Yes, I’m quite sure that’s how the saying goes. Really. Stop arguing already!

I know love…
and disappointment.


My last offering, for the day, is an invitation: now that horror is ordinary, and hope is turning into a mythical beast only seen by the innocent and the daring, we must dare to see, we must dare to think, we must dare to learn, we must…

Dare to hope.

We must, my Wicked Luvs.


No, Wild Sister

Newspeak from 1984:
Prolefeed… steady stream of mindless entertainment to distract and occupy the masses.
Crimethink… the Newspeak word for thoughtcrime (thoughts that are unorthodox, or are outside the official government platform). In the appendix [of 1984] is noted that the entire United States Declaration of Independence would be translated into the word crimethink.
Bellyfeel… a blind, enthusiastic acceptance of an idea.
Alternative facts… a phrase used by a Counselor to a US president during a Meet the Press interview, in which said counselor defended the White House Press Secretary’s false statement about the attendance at the 45th presidential inauguration.

“No, Wild Sister”

No, wild sister, Big Brother
inspires no
hate. It’s just Crimethink and caution;
otherwise I, too, would be sucking
in his Prolefeed and choking.

No, wild sister, Big Brother
inspires no
hopelessness. It’s his Alternative Facts
surreality that puts my gut on alert,
that turns Bellyfeel into retch.

No, wild sister, Big Brother
inspires not.

a wee note…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55 Plus). For the optional extra part of this challenge, Kerry chose George Orwell’s 1984. She said her choice was made easy by following the headlines: Classical Novel “1984” Sales Are Up in The Age Of “Alternative Facts”.
– Linked to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 339).

detail from “Golden Eyes”, by Michelle Kennedy
(Because I can never resist an opportunity to show off Shelle’s art.
And, of course, because there is something fiery and promising
in the subject’s expression
and I am certain that fiery promises must be shared. Really.)