SERIOUS GRAVITY (A SANITY PRIMER)

Words will carry us somehow toward the clear, cold, pure, untouched spring.... out of thick foliage stumbling...  arms thrashing, cursing, confused... panting for air... a conversation of sorts a kind of speech that follows upon chaos scratches, cuts and the ripping of socks... a confused running, a sprint... down the uninvited path each a dead end with paradise in view brown barks, Nature's fence... sharp and prickly, walls of green the creepers rising up at us,  harsh branches... savage vines to trip upon... a blazing sun, the mind-fogging heat... I want to say that words can save us... heralding togetherness and a plan of sorts... Diving in water,  exuberant,  the goal of hydration, rest, some much-needed healing relaxation... the time redeemed... Yet something else then and there at the moment of crisis.. yanks the mind into gear a gravity of necessity.... just some garble of unremembered toil...

 . .. thinking about the " collage effect " of media, the bombardment of images and their "immersive" quality, putting us into the crucible of the moment,  grabbing us with the choicest morsels - those stories that blot out or at least overshadow those other minor goings-on of the day,  kidnapping our attention with an urgent, burning, breathless,  aesthetic of now... Look at the headlines...a massive mushroom-cloud-like explosion in Beirut, Lebanon - followed by protests and rioting, most of the city in ruins, the entire government resigning...a fraudulent stolen election in Belarus , another corrupt autocrat still in power....more protests by night...a clamp-down in Hong Kong , an "Apple daily newspaper owner" arrested and later released on bail... another police shooting in the States... stores in Chicago  looted overnight.... Portland demonstrations...clashes with police...slap-dash executive orders, a relief bill still on hold....school re-openings go...