Week 515 // The Never Ending Beating of the Drum

by Mount Everest

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Notes: I am a deer in the headlights of the oncoming election. I'm frozen and I don't know how to keep from being flattened. I think often of the people who look at the remote past of the mid 20th century and imagine that the problems of their existence would be solved if we could only make our world more like that one. We are reckoning with the knowledge that we are not guaranteed a brighter future than our present, or indeed any future at all. To that end, I think I can understand why nostalgia is seductive, particularly for those who resemble the people for whom the past was least cruel. But the past was cruel nonetheless, as is our present for our attempts to recreate that past by entrusting our world to a malicious and incompetent charlatan. We are only destined to live in the future. We have to try to get there and make it livable.

~M.E.

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Old wars and fading songs
So much enamored with the past
Though onward is the only way we've gone, in fact

Warm breeze and lit up sky
I think aloud what moments wait
Once I traced an arc across the night like fate

It's always in the curses
And the working of dark forces that they wait
Singing of the past
Missing all the meaning
In the never ending beating of the drum

Cold wind and blinking signs
Cracks are everywhere you look
Since no one quite remembers all the times we shook

Cast off when Tuesday comes
Tour the wreckage one more time
My fare is in my pocket so I'm feeling fine

It's always in the curses
And the working of dark forces that they wait
Singing of the past
Missing all the meaning
In the never ending beating of the drum