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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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28.8.03

{Hoover and King. Sexual hypocrisy. The givens explode and there's nothing. Without the moral foundation none of it's wrong. But the foundation's wrong. We all work with what we have. When you really get that there's no judgement possible. Hoover was a slave. King was a pawn of power and his own desire. There is no starting point, it's all here. It's all now. Your personal upbringing brings you here, and you say yes or you say no. Hoover was or was not a rigidly closeted homosexual. King was or was not a Biblical opportunist. The Ten Commandments don't cover the buying and selling of human beings. 'Commmunism' in the 60's was as invisible as a waiter in a fine hotel, as a half-inch wide bug in a light fixture. What was the goal? Where was it all going? Not here. Not this. We can say that with certainty. None of them did what they did to bring it to this. Through here maybe, but then toward what? What was Hoover's future really like? Maybe he was harnessed, bound in the yoke of some greater driving hand. Maybe he didn't think about it like that. King did. It's not just music and rhythmic speech. Tears and the ache of doubt and enough self-honesty to terrify. And the biology pushing everything else out of the way. They teach you that sex is outside of what you are, but that's a lie. So they make you lie about sex, because they do. And then they call you on it. It happened to both of them. It's not that they're equal, or equals, but they're both in the same frame, a still from the same movie. That time.
'68. I remember that year. Some of it, not all of it.}

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