Let Us Now Praise Empathetic Men

I was thinking the other night, as we anticipated the storm here, Sandy.  Creativity--so much like weather, weather that comes, that you go stand out in, or walk in.  It comes, and you're just open to it, just the same way these trees out here have the storm coming through them, very windy, gusting (near 60mph?)  Creativity requires a fundamental kindness, a kindness to see everything and also remember.  (Hey, at least I've learned how to type--though I wouldn't know if I'd try it on a typewriter.  Ach, virgins...)  It's just a matter of being open to it.  You almost have to be an idiot, in a way.  And you have to see humor in everything, in the way you put it down, like Kakfa intended to be funny, primarily.

Writing is an almost biological density of thought.  There are far too many thoughts in the moment to record.  So, take a slow measured time working on something manageable, ball sized--you can grasp it, or a part of it.

I find the chefs who are good at running restaurants to be pretty egoless.  They make good friends, when you've been there awhile.  They share.  They're sensitive, they are low key.  I'm glad to see, that's my chef, and his team.

One would almost want to run for political position being a nice guy.  Oh, you'd have to delegate a good bit,  but being a good politician means being a good person in a well enough forceful way, I mean, effective way, or maybe just a consistent way, a steady way.  I mean, if you were held to that, if you were held to being nice, even if it might make you look like an asshole sometimes, rather being made to look that way by people who see themselves as shrewd.

I guess that's the reason why Capra's Mr. Smith Goes To Washington strikes us.  Or Twain's political mouthpiece and friend, Huck Finn.  Or how it is right that we see Abraham Lincoln through the lens of sensitive Sandburg or even his photographers.  Let Us Now Praise Empathetic Men.


We all have to do what we have to do on a full moon when it's a storm to coincide.  The dislocation and clash of energies high and low, boiling up with the planet's moisture, the creativity comes out.  Full moon, I remember Pani Korbonska doing what she always loved to do, entertain, tell a story, tell war stories, talk about where things are in the political realm.