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Dinner with old friends: salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne       with broccoli, two white wines. Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia. The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms,       the trucks, such comfort. The ancients knew this too yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war. How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed       suffering? That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any       time a majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not       Kurds, Chechyns, Tibetans and Armenians? Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we       debate or whine about the other side winning and making a mess of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with       voting machines, what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq, school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss       surrounding the little promontory life. It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a       good citizen. Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet two white wines.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Two White Wines
Dinner with old friends: salmon with red cabbage, asparagus, Caesar's salad, penne       with broccoli, two white wines. Jane Jacobs could analyze how it all got to our table or even how their daughter came to us from Cambodia. The economy or market bringing a thing of beauty, the farms,       the trucks, such comfort. The ancients knew this too yet we are anxious about famine, genocide and nuclear war. How can we organize (govern) ourselves to end self-imposed       suffering? That Quebec and Puerto Rico may secede peacefully at any       time a majority chooses is a source of pride. Why not       Kurds, Chechyns, Tibetans and Armenians? Difficult to write a poem about it. At table, candlelight, we       debate or whine about the other side winning and making a mess of our lives. The election could be stolen, tampering with       voting machines, what policy question does that possibility raise? War in Iraq, school testing, prison population. Religion, the abyss       surrounding the little promontory life. It'll all work out in the end. Go to your daily practice, be a       good citizen. Another failed effort to write what I mean. Such confusion, yet two white wines.
robert-ronnow
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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