Thursday, March 20, 2003

Donald Rumsfeld is an ugly man, as are all dealers of death.  I am increasingly grateful that my life, my path, has not led me to some bloodthirsty, power-hungry end.  These are ugly men, in ugly clothes, doing horrible, horrible things.  As I watch the news these days, and observe these wizened, shrivelled, pathetic, brylcreemed men in cheap grey clothing - well, I'm glad I know of, and live in, another world.  I was watching the news, watching these awful ape-men, these half-humans, and I got up, and walked to my bookshelves.  I looked, for a long time, at two cheap postcard-photos of Matisse and Picasso in their studios, working.  You know - human beings, going about their honest days and works of hand.   Let's not allow the world to turn us - you and me - ugly, gentle readers.  There is the susurration, beauty's merest whisper, around every dark corner.  Do your good work, your honest work, always!, and do not forget to imagine a perfect world.   9:01:03 PM