Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Tidal Waves come before a Supernova

Daisy says my blog is old two weeks. Whoa. She reads my blog. Someone reads my blog.

I don't actually want to be gorgeous, or famous, or a hero, or the best at something, because being a best gorgeous famous hero is a pain in the ass. I know this by the whiffs and tastes of each I get every now and then. I know this. But it's gonna take me a while to get it, really know it.

I don't want anyone to read my blog. Because then I start thinking I haven't blogged in a while, and even though I go around basically blogging in my head 24/7, I don't like blogging because computers hurt my brain and eyes and hands and back and I'm addicted to them and like sugar I'm trying to kick the habit but it's so hard and words mean jack shit but I can't stop them from banging on my skull like Jehovah's witnesses.

I want a Bill to Kill. Just one. Right now I have too many. I keep taking swipes at them and end up falling on my ass because I slip on the banana peel I just dropped.

Let's shut up already with the self-flagulation shall we? And no, let's not go and check if flagulation is what we actually mean. It could be fladucation or flatucation for we care. It's not flatulation, we're pretty sure, but that's there too.

Do we know what the hell we're talking about? No. Enlightenment is in sight but the closer it gets the less it means.

Hey Tony, if you see Her can you tell Her I think I'll be reborn as a supernova this time?

Published on Wednesday December 8, 2004 by
  • Despair is a Lie We Tell Ourselves

  • by Tony Kushner

    [ From The Impossible Will Take a Little While, edited by Paul Loeb. Tony Kushner is the author of Angels in America and Homebody/Kabul. This essay is adapted from his talks at Chicago's Columbia College and New York's Cooper Union. ]

    Excerpt from the book "The Impossible Will Take a Little While":

    A Chicago cab driver recently told me, "If there's a supernova 60 light years away from here, the world will be totally wiped out. We don't stand a chance." He gave me something to think about, namely the fact that life, each individual life and our collective life on the planet, is a teleological game. It is not infinite, like Bush's justice. It has an ending, and so the future you put your faith in is not, in fact,

    Given the catastrophic failure here and abroad of the Kyoto global warming accords, given our newfound post 9-11 imperialist exuberance, given the sagging of the world's economy and the IMF-directed refusal to see any solutions beyond making poor people suffer even more than they always do in the hopes of reviving a market that only ever revives long enough to make the rich even richer, given the eagerness in Washington to explore new and tinier kinds of nuclear bombs, well, it's sort of optimistic to believe it's a supernova that's going to get us. It's clear that what's much more likely to get us, if we are got, is our present condition of living in a world run by miscreants while the people of the world either have no access to power or have access but have forgotten how to get it and why it is important to have it.

    Since I was a little kid I've been told I have choices, the right to make a choice. Though I've never been dumb enough to believe that was literally true, I've also never been dumb enough to be literal. I have always believed I could choose to believe, or not believe, that the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.

    I do not believe the wicked always win. I believe our despair is a lie we are telling ourselves. In many other periods of history, people, ordinary citizens, routinely set aside hours, days, time in their lives for doing the work of politics, some of which is glam and revolutionary and some of which is dull and electoral and tedious and not especially pure-and the world changed because of the work they did. That's what we're starting now. It requires setting aside the time to do it, and then doing it. Not
    any single one of us has to or possibly can save the world, but together in some sort of concert, in even not-especially-coordinated concert, with all of us working where we see work to be done, the world will change. And we have to do it by showing up places, our bodies in places, turn off the fucking computers, leave the Web and the Net-and show up, our bodies at meetings and demos and rallies and leafletting corners.

    Because this is a moment in history that needs us to begin, each of us every day at her or his own pace, slowly and surely rediscovering how to be politically active, how to organize our disparate energies into effective group action-and I choose to believe we will do what is required. Act. Organize. Assemble. Oppose. Resist. Find a place a cause a group a friend and start, today, now now now, continue continue continue. Being politically active is for the citizens of a democracy maybe the best way of speaking to God and hearing Her answer: You exist. If we are active, if we are activist, She replies to us: You specifically exist. Mazel tov. Now get busy, She replies. Maintain the world by changing the world.

    So when the supernova comes to get us we don't want to be disappointed in ourselves. We should hope to be able to say proudly to the supernova, that angel of death, "Hello supernova, we have been expecting you, we know all about you, because in our schools we teach science and not creationism, and so we have been expecting you, everywhere everyone has been expecting you, except Texas. And we would like to say, supernova, in the moment before we are returned by your protean fire to our previous inchoate state, clouds of incandescent atomic vapor, we'd like to declare that we have tried our best and worked hard to make a good and just and free and peaceful world, a world that is better for our having been here, at least we believe it is."


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