I urge you to read the entirety of this profound poem. It was written at the start of WW2 and the middle of the first depression, but there are parallels from then to now. We have a deep recession (aka depression) AND a pandemic to boot. Our lives are profoundly changed and there is no denying this fact.
“History Doesn’t Repeat Itself, but It Often Rhymes” – Mark Twain.
No truer words have been spoken: we live in times that cannot be exactly compared to the past but combine several different times: the start of WW1, the “Roaring ’20s, the depression/recession, and probably more.
The poem speaks of WW2, but it conveys feelings I have today and how I see the world.
September 1, 1939
I sit in one of the dives On Fifty-second Street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth, Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can Unearth the whole offence From Luther until now That has driven a culture mad, Find what occurred at Linz, What huge imago made A psychopathic god: I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.
Exiled Thucydides knew All that a speech can say About Democracy, And what dictators do, The elderly rubbish they talk To an apathetic grave; Analysed all in his book, The enlightenment driven away, The habit-forming pain, Mismanagement and grief: We must suffer them all again.
Into this neutral air Where blind skyscrapers use Their full height to proclaim The strength of Collective Man, Each language pours its vain Competitive excuse: But who can live for long In an euphoric dream; Out of the mirror they stare, Imperialism’s face And the international wrong.
Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always play, All the conventions conspire To make this fort assume The furniture of home; Lest we should see where we are, Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good.
The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have, Not universal love But to be loved alone.
From the conservative dark Into the ethical life The dense commuters come, Repeating their morning vow; “I will be true to the wife, I’ll concentrate more on my work,” And helpless governors wake To resume their compulsory game: Who can release them now, Who can reach the deaf, Who can speak for the dumb?
All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame.
A Black Moon, much like the Blue Moon, can have two definitions. It can either be the second new moon in a single calendar month, or the third new moon in a season with four new moons. Because Earth’s seasons are about three months long, each season usually has three new moons. But this summer we’ll have four new moons, in June, July, August and September. The next seasonal Black Moon will occur on May 19, 2023, and the next month with two new moons will be April 2022.
I am a big fan of Iced Tea, just ask anyone in my family! I love all kinds of iced tea and enjoy making different varieties of it and then sitting in nature to enjoy this tasty drink.
I like to cold brew a large black tea bag in the fridge for several hours, then serve in a glass with lemon and a sprig of mint. Sometimes I have it sweet.
According to Wikipedia: Iced tea started to appear in the United States during the 1860s. Seen as a novelty at first, during the 1870s it became quite widespread. Recipes appeared in print, iced tea was offered on hotel menus, and it was on sale at railroad stations. Its popularity rapidly increased after Richard Blechynden introduced it at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis.
I also add strawberry, a flower called Jamaica(Hibiscus), and orange slices.
In life, you are never too young or too old to learn new things, especially if it can save lives, keep yourself or others from getting ill, or more simply help take care of yourself. You can learn to cook healthy meals, keep you environment clean both indoors and outdoors, keep your body and clothes clean. I say this because I see a lot of people giving up on these very things during the trying times in which we find ourselves.
Learning from people who know skills that are different from yours will help you to survive, get by, save a life, or even make money.
These wise words from Sally Ride, an American Astronaut and physicist, clearly helped her become the first American female in space. While we do not need to all reach for the stars, we can make a difference right here on planet Earth each day with small acts of kindness, learning something new and acting on it.