(1642) Evening all … was distracted this afternoon … two things to cover, one below, plus possible Steve and war room. Quick think … better to do the polit song first now, then the evening posts, starting with Steve from, say, 1730. (1657)
To biz … the essential difference between left and right
… and I write this as a Fabian at 20, anarchic free spirit later but never a hippy, never was, as the seeds of reason were always inside, tempering the idealism. And now, at 102, give or take, I’m what you see.
Jackson Browne revisited … this song was ALL about the dashing of dreams … the hippy dreams, the reality cutting swathes through the ideological lies, the vague, feelgood vocabulary, the eventual realisation of everything wrong with it … from delicate emos, suddenly savage and violent … while we as we are now must have seemed right bstds, uncaring, unfeeling, demanding reality.
Deluge? Well yes … literally North Carolina, New Orleans but figuratively the destruction wrought by the very people so into the love-all, feelgood and intolerance of any appeal to reason … youthful hopes, always going to be dashed … falling out with each other too, splinter groups at each other’s throats over shades of meaning, so susceptible to psy-ops.
The whole point of this anthem is Jackson Browne’s observation of how it could never be … but destruction can, it’s the consequence of such blue-sky thinking. Very sad indeed.
