Wednesday, July 15, 2015

6891. THE SOFT MATTER OF HARD CHOICES

THE SOFT MATTER 
OF HARD CHOICES
We have been determined already : like a John Calvin 
songbook in a dainty mid-woods chapel, these awkward
people are singing. They speak of the righteous few and
the chosen. Oh, OK. I may have heard that tune before.
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It gets people nowhere to stage their own deliverance;
brings them to a branch on a dead-end tree, on with 
no escape and no fruit either. Just standing there, 
convinced. Down for the count : let's enumerate, it 
was sure a big number, or doesn't anyone else recall? 
The tent is now pitched in the street  -  long Civil War 
battles that take place in full view of the aggrieved, 
yet only the participants understand the mash : the 
small cannonball, the musket-shot spray to the face.

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