". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Friday, May 4, 2012

The Evening Before Super Moon

Between 6 and 7 PM, Friday night. Tomorrow's Cinco de Mayo, one more in another nation's holiday which, here in NYC at least, provides license for drinking as much as you want, particularly of cerveza and tequila; the temperature's in the low 70's; the sun is shining.

So ... Yes! the streets stream multi-stranded currents of pollen and pheromones. On my way to the wine store two orange and black butterflies fluttered in mating dance before my face. Squirrels chased each other with more focused determination than usual, and favored each other over even food. The flowers, o my lordessa, do they dance and preen and spill come-hither color and aromatics. At least one giant bumble was heeding the call.

I cannot express how much delight I have in the youthful surrender of genuine sap rising and twitterpating, rather than the manufactured dreary posturing of the endless billboards and signage, for soft drinks, chips, jeans, shoes, movies and television. This evening it's good to be alive!

Can there be more of a courting moon than tomorrow's Super Moon?

1 comment:

Foxessa said...

Starting anti-Yellow Fever pills.

Sighs. What brings us back to earths.

Love, C.