Lots to get stoked about (AS USUAL) in the slick Octopus Magazine, this their 15th issue. There’s Emily Kendal Frey and John Gallaher. There’s Yvette Johnson and Daniela Olszewska. There’s MORE and MORE.
But the work that I keep chewing on, or maybe it’s chewing on me, is the goodness from Tamiko Beyer, these sections from “Dear Disappearing.”
Just scooted past the inauguration of our dear President again, it’s great to feel hopeful. Yet reality bites, that’s what I hear, and that’s what Beyer reminds, in this fantastic, gut-punching way that stretches beyond the boo-hooing, the same old lack of answers, and jumps right into the rut.
Sure, the best country this once and always was.
The best one, the worst, it’s just a technical matter,
definition, clarification. Let us try: Did we not build
the bomb, the big one, the one to end all ones?
They watch while we wilt and flourish, wilt and flourish,
then grow a third eye. What miracle, what curlicue.