Justin Stone's creekbed

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Sunday, September 24, 2017

Right wing media, which typically worship the ideas of "wealth" and "privilege" and can see their practitioners doing no wrong, slur these terms as pejorative when aimed at black folks. But that's probably just by chance.

I wish folks spent time with texts other than sports events, but the sheer visibility of such a text, coupled with the fact it's the only one many people consider, even passively, makes its subversion valuable. Powerful writing, friends. Powerful action.

And here's to the breathless couch commando following through on his threat to turn off the television. Maybe open a book of literature? History?

The right wing and Trump wishes every rhetorical situation was the stump in Racebait, Alabama but that it was still a closed text. Thus, I fear, they will begin terrible war soon.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

One of my short stories was selected semifinalist in American Short Fiction's Fiction Prize. I love this practice, this craft, this life process — the wondrous intersection of reading, writing, learning, being. I will work always to realize more effectively, more vividly.

Ignorant, racist wannabe-strongmen use ignorant, racist wannabe-strongmen appeals.

Being a citizen means working with and for others, seeking always better, more effective solutions for a complex common good. Thus, being a citizen requires boundless empathy, listening and paying attention, reading and learning, problem seeing and problem solving, reaching, boundless creativity. Being a citizen is neither the closed worship of superficial jingoism nor racist, nationalistic scapegoating and fearmongering.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Went to woodshed,
never came back.

The dream keeps
escaping at dawn.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

We only interrupt our regularly scheduled suffering to die. 

One can couch the following in aphorisms about the all-glorious market or one can call it what it is: murder —

"Today, people in the highest-income counties in America live, on average, 20 years longer than people residing in the poorest counties. There are a number of reasons for that disgraceful reality, but one of them has to do with grossly unequal access to quality healthcare.

If you are upper-income and have good insurance, you got to the doctor on a regular basis, and life-threatening illnesses can be detected at an early stage when they can be effectively treated. If you are a working-class person without health insurance, or with high deductibles that keep you out of a doctor's office when you're sick, your chances of survival from a serious illness are significantly reduced.

[...] should lower-income and working-class people have shorter and less healthy lives because they cannot afford the healthcare and medicine they need?

In my view, the moral answer is an emphatic No!" 

[more from Senator Bernie Sanders]

Friday, September 08, 2017

There has to have already been an indie or punk rock band called Paxl Rose, right? I cannot muster an internet search. I cannot muster.

You know where you are?

You're in the ju














(baby)