Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
Young feminists have been sold a bill of goods about American feminism. The enormous changes in women over the past 40 years are constantly and falsely attributed to the organized women's movement of the late 1960s and '70s.
A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors young and old seem to be afflicted by android Barbie creep. All those thick swatches of lifeless strands clustering lankly round ladies' necks! Like orange tanning spray this is a fashion fad that should be put out of its misery.
Working moms commonly testify that they feel guilty when they are away from their children and guilty when they are not at their jobs. Devoted fathers certainly miss their children deeply but it does not seem to be with the same gnawing primal anxiety that often afflicts women.
If you live in rock and roll as I do you see the reality of sex of male lust and women being aroused by male lust. It attracts women. It doesn't repel them.
Capitalism has its weaknesses. But it is capitalism that ended the stranglehold of the hereditary aristocracies raised the standard of living for most of the world and enabled the emancipation of women.
When anything goes it's women who lose.
A war still rages over the legacy of the 1960s.
I say the law should be blind to race gender and sexual orientation just as it claims to be blind to wealth and power. There should be no specially protected groups of any kind except for children the severely disabled and the elderly whose physical frailty demands society's care.
I certainly derived my skills as a prose writer from my scrutiny of poetry and of the individual word. But schools don't do things like that anymore – tracking words down to their roots.
High Romanticism shows you nature in all its harsh and lovely metamorphoses. Flood fire and quake fling us back to the primal struggle for survival and reveal our gross dependency on mammoth still mysterious forces.
Nature I have constantly argued in my work is the real superpower of this godless universe. It is the ultimate disposer of human fate randomly recarving geography over 10000-year epochs.
Although I'm an atheist who believes only in great nature I recognize the spiritual richness and grandeur of the Roman Catholicism in which I was raised.
