Truth (In the morning edition)

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Read one newspaper daily (the morning edition
is the best
for by evening you know that you at least
have lived through another day)
and let the disasters, the unbelievable
yet approved decisions,
soak in.
I don’t need to name the countries,
ours is among them.
What keeps us from falling down, our faces
to the ground; ashamed, ashamed?

— Mary Oliver, “The Morning Paper” in A Thousand Mornings


Notes:

  • Sources: Poem: Thank you Whiskey River. Photography: Newthom
  • Post inspired by Frank Bruni in A Culture of Sore Losers: “But there’s more at work. The refusal to grant victors legitimacy bundles together so much about America today: the coarseness of our discourse; the blind tribalism coloring our debates; the elevation of individualism far above common purpose; the ethos that everybody should and can feel like a winner on every day. Our system for electing presidents is indeed a mess. It estranges voters and is ripe for reform. I explored that last week. But pushing for change is different from rejecting any unwelcome outcome as the bastard fruit of a poisoned tree. If grievances are never retired, then progress has no chance. If everything is rigged, then all is fair, not just in love and war but on the banks of the Potomac, where we can look forward to four more years of inertia and ugliness.

33 thoughts on “Truth (In the morning edition)”

  1. Each day I am optimistic that we can make the changes necessary, if only by treating each other with love, kindness and compassion.

  2. I am a fan of Frank Bruni. He always seems to express what’s on my mind as he did so perfectly in his Sore Loser article. Coffee in hand, I’m ready for the morning paper…

  3. Can’t. Not the papers. Not TV. Not the news feeds.
    Nothing changes, really. Vast miasma of atrocity with sparkling drops of Rising Above.
    I will continue to engage down here, where I am, with the next human being in my path. Nothing else matters.

  4. Being out of the country has given me some much needed perspective on what’s going on in our country at the moment. And it ain’t pretty. Damn disheartening in fact. Keep hoping decency, good sense and reason will prevail. Still waiting….

          1. It really is. I’m sitting here on the terrace, enjoying my coffee and watching the ‘morning commuters’ — a couple of sailboats and a catamaran gliding by on the waters below. Ahhh….

    1. Yes, so true.

      I know that
      hope is the hardest
      love we carry.
      — Jane Hirshfield, from “Hope and Love,” The Lives of the Heart (Harper Perennial, 1997)

  5. Wow, Oliver went there?
    Love her even more now, for that, for going there. Thank you for going “there” by posting this.

    This hits home, though, which home?, I’m not sure anymore!

    Isn’t Thursday today?
    I came for my “Lightly, child, lightly” fix!

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