Wednesday, November 10, 2021

This Business of Anger

 It's a big business these days - 

A commodity

But the economics of it baffle me a bit.

Anger is what they're selling - 

Yelling over our screens -

The screen sized vary,

but the anger is always large.

Be outraged by this! 

Be disgusted by that! 

Are you angry yet? 

Well, try this then!

That'll take you over the top.!

They sell anger. 

It's what they produce. 

Why would people keep coming back

For such an unpleasant product?

But then I remember 

That anger has its pleasures.

It satisfies

Our craving to be right,

Our desire for Certainty, 

Our love of black and white and no shades or hues or nuances in the middle.

The clear, real purity and distinct sharpness 

Of our own point of view.

Anger keeps you coming back 

For more.

Without it, you don't know 

What to do with your thoughts.

We turn on the screen 

And get a hit.

Self-righteous rage -

The addiction,

The epidemic.

We might get angry about it,

If they wanted us to be.

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Magnifying

 At camp
At nature time
We broke out the magnifying glasses
To inspect the world
Close-up
Blades of grass like trees
Pebbles like boulders
Grains of sand like rocks
As individual as snowflakes
Curves and points in infinite variety
And ants 
Following invisible trails
Carrying burdens far too large 
For their tiny bodies to bear
Yet carrying them anyway
Rocks and leaves and bits of dropped picnics
And all working together
Driven by some invisible code 
Deep in their DNA
And I lowered the glass 
And the tiny landscape 
So detailed and textured and alive
Shrank to a patch of grass 
Easy to ignore
Or stomp on

Another camper 
Freckled and fidgety
Focused his lens
In just the right 
                        Or wrong 
                                        Way
Angled it so a ray of sun
Distilled into a beam of heat
And burned a hole in a blade of grass
And fried an ant to black ash 
As it tried to scurry along
And he thought 
What he did was awesome
And got some other campers 
To burn things 
Along with him

What do we choose to magnify
And what do we choose to burn
And why do we weaponize our lenses
For viewing the world
When we should just

Look