Lord our God.

Lord have mercy on us.

That’s the sum total of the lyrical content here. This piece comes up like a tsunami of grief and reflects the time and place it was written, Poland in the 80s. They were facing a building national crisis in the late days of The Cold War. There was grief. There was fear. There was desperation.

Sounds awfully familiar, doesn’t it? The conflict doesn’t quite look the same, though it may at some point in the not-so-distant future. I have backed off personally, insofar as my privilege allows. It’s a question of psychic and spiritual survival. My outrage wasn’t sustainable. It’s still there, simmering beneath the surface. A slow boil. Full bore wasn’t sustainable though, so some distance was needed. I’ve not written much about world events/national events but we aren’t in a peaceful time. The violence is growing in scale and frequency. There were two mass shootings just last weekend, El Paso and Dayton. There was another incident earlier last week. Shit is getting weird.

Maybe it needs to get weird to shock people out of their complacency and the folly of respectability politics and the joke that we’re going to get through this with “civil discourse.” You can’t have discourse, civil or otherwise, with irrational people.

This can’t be the backdoor back into the fray for me. Can’t be. Can’t do it. It’s so much bigger than I am.

Lord our God.

Lord have mercy on us.