In some ways says more about the state of the union
than any speech. Not that there aren't other
thinkers, or that Zinn's own speeches didn't
tend toward feel-good fluff. But, damn. A light out.
All I can think about is Sibelius' Symphony no. 2.
I remember the first time I heard it. Ithaca, NY, 2003.
Life was confronting me with the real possibility
of getting stuck on a conservatory education track.
I would have killed myself.
When it premiered, a reviewer called the Sibelius
"the worst composer in the world." Myself
I can't help finding the warmest, brightest light
of the universe in there, along with all kinds
of poignancy. I'm worried that I sound trite,
talking about poignancy. I couldn't even tell
you what home would look like.
It would have to get some sun. Fairly sure.
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