Pity The Nation

Lawrence Ferlinghetti 1919-2021

Lawrence Ferlinghetti was 101 years old when he died last Monday. He was born in Yonkers but is considered a San Franciscan since he made that city his home for the last 7 decades of his life.

His father died of a heart attack before he was born and his mother was committed to a mental hospital shortly after. He founded a bookstore called City Lights in his chosen hometown in 1953 and it soon became a magnet, and publishing company, for the Beats. He was arrested for publishing Allen Ginsberg’s Howl when the mirror it held up to an obscene society was considered the obscenity.

van Gogh #2 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

In addition to his work at City Lights, Ferlinghetti made the most of his century of life by pursuing his muse across a host of creative outlets. He was a poet, playwright, novelist, and painter. I would not be surprised to find out he picked up a musical instrument or two at some point in his journey.

In 2007, Ferlinghetti wrote this poem: Pity the Nation (after Khalil Gibrand)

Pity the nation whose people are sheep
   And whose shepherds mislead them
 Pity the nation whose leaders are liars
            Whose sages are silenced
  And whose bigots haunt the airwaves
 Pity the nation that raises not its voice
          Except  to praise conquerers
       And acclaim the bully as hero
          And aims to rule the world
              By force and by torture
          Pity the nation that knows
        No other language but its own
      And no other culture but its own
 Pity the nation whose breath is money
 And sleeps the sleep of the too well fed
      Pity the nation oh pity the people
        who allow their rights to  erode
   and their freedoms to be washed away
               My country, tears of thee
                   Sweet land of liberty!

Needing, Wanting, Acquiring, and Letting Go

Childhood by Thomas Cole

We start with nothing, in a pool of blood, gasping for air. We need. We need to breathe, to drink, to eat, to move, to learn, and to retain that knowledge. We need things like shelter and clothing, and makes life more enjoyable if those things are comfortable, and stylish, and if they enhance our ability to entice satisfaction of our last great need: for companionship and love.

Youth by Thomas Cole

After all our needs are met, we turn our attention to the next phase. We want. We want the world and we want it now. What we want is different for each of us but in one way or another our life’s work is consumed by satisfaction of our desires.

Manhood by Thomas Cole

We do what we need to do to satisfy our needs and wants. We acquire. We fill our pockets, our homes, our bank accounts, and our hearts with anything we can stuff into them. We hoard and cling and defend our possessions with everything from violence to dishonesty, until what we own eventually turns on us, and possesses us.

Old Age by Thomas Cole

Whether or not we acquire everything we want, there comes a time when our life’s work ends and we enter our final phase. We let go. We let go of our life’s work and desires satisfied, unsatisfied, and dissatisfied. We let go of strenuous sociability and giving a fuck about what other people think. We let go of everything we ever wanted or need until we learn life’s hardest lessons: how to let go of people we love and, finally, how to let go of life.

A One-Way Ticket to Mars

“This is a sign – NASA works. We put our arms together, and our hands together, and our brains together, we can succeed. This what NASA does. This is what we can do as a country, on all of the problems we have, we need to work together to do these kinds of things and make success happen.”

Rob Manning, NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory, Chief Engineer

Building Palaces

 There is no place now that is safe for my gaze
 No soft landing for my eyes
  
 Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again
  
 It’s cold enough to crack my lips
 and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of
 whatever it takes to
 build these palaces to winter
  
 I remember building palaces to other things
  
 The palace that we built in memory of
 ancestors too important to forget
 and too far gone to remember
  
 The palace that we built to celebrate
 our victory over enemies and diseases
 and ideas that had become both
  
 The palace we built just because we were strong
 and had to do something constructive
 with all that energy
  
 And the palace we built for love
 that wasn’t a palace at all
 but was a safe place and warm for us to rest together 

Submission Accomplished

It is an understatement to say that we are living through strange and stressful times. I know that I am not the only one who finds solace in music. I have been burrowing through old Brazilian music and appreciating the subtler beauties in melodies from Joni Mitchell to Taylor Swift.

It always bothers me to hear someone say that music used to be better. Great music is always being made, you just might need to work harder to find it among the inundation of current streams. Luckily for all of us, there are people like Darryl Sterdan, who run blogs like Tinnitist and wade into those streams, panning for gold. I am honored that he included my latest album, Observations, in his roundup of “great finds.”

Follow the link to listen to some new music from me and 8 other artists who are shining their light into these dark days.