~ This day belongs to February.
Even if you don’t read the comics you probably know that there is a growing dissatisfaction with the calendar as we know it, or at least as we know it in the ‘west’, which means where the reach of western consumerism has reached. But there I go again, adding fighting words to a simple observation. Who really wants to think about who uses what calendars where or when or why? Doesn’t ‘everybody’ do it our way, my way, the only way unless it is the highway, or the high way?
Anyway, the first three months use up 90 days and three equal parts would make three months of thirty days. It’s that simple. Forget about the rest of the year, change has to start somewhere and if you can get 25% of the year right that is about as good as it gets or as good as it looks for now. Am I right? It is the year, the decade, the administration of “change” so why not get started by getting it right about a few days and a few months and changing just two days over to one poor beleaguered and downtrodden (did I say discriminated against?) month. Free February! Equal rights (and days) for us all, or do I mean equal nights? Later on we can worry about the fact that “Oct” means eight and “Nov” means nine and “Dec” means ten, changing names is always so much harder than changing numbers.
What brought me around to thinking about these simple facts is that I love to read the comics, which is why I still take the paper mostly, not that the best comics ever cannot be found on the web, like Duck & Cover, but then you probably knew about that one already. No, what really brought me around to talking about the calendar and days and dates is the issue of simple facts and the belief that because they are so simple and so obvious that all good people will arrive at the same conclusion when confronted by the facts in a simple fair and honest way. Like what about the ‘bad’ people, you worry about them, they don’t really matter – it’s the good people that one should care about and converse about and not find fault about, always remembering that most everyone is really good even if they do “bad” (things) for awhile, until they reform or see the light or find the time for better days.
Each new day in February could be a “better day”, a day reserved for niceness, for caring, for helping out ones neighbor or ones brother or ones sister or a stranger that one never knew. Two days should not be a reach, two days in California when you no longer can be working, not so much a loss, it’s the gain of loss, but now I guess I’m just confusing you. I assume you know so much, can think so well, are really good (at least inside).
I learned early how to argue, to debate, to use words as weapons because they were cheaper and less permanent in damage than buying bullets – putting them in guns (and then the worst, actually using them – the guns). But words too can be inflammatory, the “fire” in a theater thing, words can ‘go nuclear’, can hurt and hurt and hurt and seem to last forever though the Persian poet was wrong, one can take words back, apologize, erase the sentence and the substance and isn’t that what the “delete” key’s really for?
The post does really have a point. The point is that it is often too easy to jump up and down (with words), point to a fire, expostulate about the flames and heat, pontificate about the books that may be burned, about the bodies and about the deaths and about all those ugly things that should not be happening (not ever, not NOW). But a calmer rancor might be in order, a more casual inquiry into the facts, less passion, less excitement, less the conclusions of the witness. After all (is said and done) the jury is still out, this great trial (of life) is still not over, there will be new facts tomorrow, in February – but if I had my way February would begin today.
It’s not really what the talking heads are saying, it’s that they’re talking, it’s the habits that they’re in and it’s our habit to tune in to listen (for those that still watch TV’s). “We watch the news at 6 o’clock,” we eat dinner at six, too. “Why not a TV dinner?” Small trays made of aluminum, unfrozen potatoes, turkey or salisbury steak, vegetables on the side. America was so wonderful, so innovative, so perfect in its patterns – why don’t we BUY a TV tray? “We need a TV tray.” We really need two or three or four and if we have guests for dinner maybe even four more. I guess (in 1958) my father could see where all this was going, so he got going to Afghanistan instead, no Revolutionary Road for him, no sad outcomes when you’re the master of your lives, have courage to take the road less taken. Everything is always connected – like the cost of energy to TV, it’s better than “a box of chocolates”. I like a mix of metaphors.
My goal is to turn time into space. It is a reasonable goal of any good Calendar. Each day marks off where we’ve traveled, how far forward or how far back. Time is but a map, and a map is about nothing except about space. All there is is space. Let time pass you by, like the wind, it either cools or causes your freezing – it all depends on just where you are. Time can bring nothing new to you, time can take nothing away. It’s all about your feet, or where you choose to walk, or what you choose to think or say. Everything else will come to you, in place, right where you are, that’s the secret that can make things happen, move a little and much will change. And unlike bullets, words you can always take back. Don’t rely on anything the ‘heads’ ever say, only you know what is real, their rap is ‘for entertainment only’.
Give February a chance. Make the least of months bigger than before, with better days, not richer days – just better. If you add the day from January to the beginning, then Valentine’s falls on the Ides, the Ides of February, with love and hope for all, not just negligees and slippers – flowers and a box of chocolates, hope you do like nuts is like no hope at all and candy does really rot your teeth, adds pounds, clogs arteries; it’s not really so good to go, so let it go. Change the spirit and the day, rearrange and remake February like your life depends on it, it’s only time – or is it space, or is it more of both you want or need?
It’s like what Bernie Madoff said, not what he did. Do you believe this guy? Did you believe this guy? Do you believe any guy who brings hearts and flowers in the cold of a February blizzard, like in Kentucky, it’s not like in California anymore, not like a greenhouse in the sky, that’s snow not a greenhouse in the sky and icicles and freezing rain and the powers out and don’t you know where you belong, or where you’re going, in space – this is not about time at all. These are just the facts. The facts will set you free, will make you free – not just words or bullets, the truth will make you free. And that’s a fact.
[2009.01.28 / Saturn’s day – Just the Facts]