Our Last Dance
Life continues apace, society adjusts, acclimates to the idiosyncratic dismissal of the FBI chief. This was a out-of-nowhere Surd for us Americans. We’ve not had anyone in the White House who assumed tyrannical powers, since the Civil War. Lincoln was accused of arrogation of power when he suspended the writ of habeas corpus. But that was a time of war and he deserved the benefit of the doubt. This is different.
Heard this morning that the Pope is celebrating the canonization of a brother and sister, Francisco, 11, and Jacinta, 10 who witnessed an apparition of the Virgin Mary on May 13, 1917. The selling of “horse feathers” continues as it always has.
Nature is as reliable a source of beneficence and wholeness as one is likely to find today. It is a fine spring day, sunny and i hope to trim the intensely green grass, and maybe turn over the soil in the garden. I look forward to putting young vegetable plants into the ground around Memorial day. Now that will be an event worthy of a Mass. Perhaps the Pope could say a Mass to consecrate the spring planting?
I offer this tune as a banner under which we can assemble together. Under this tune can we not advocate for compassion in the cause of humanity? Love trumps hate. The two composers and performers have passed on. I nominate David Bowie and Freddie Mercury for sainthood. Would you join me in the nomination?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoDh_gHDvkk
In July of 1981, David Bowie went into a recording studio in Switzerland with Queen and made “Under Pressure,” a song that would become one of his most ubiquitous and most recognizable recordings, even though it never appeared on a proper Bowie album. The song hit No. 1 in the U.K. and cracked the Top 30 in the U.S. –Jack Hamilton, Slate Magazine
Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streets
Chippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streets……….
Love
Insanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
David Bowie (January 8, 1947 – January 10, 2016)
Freddie Mercury (September 5, 1946 – November 24, 1991)