Got plans for May Day yet? No? Take part in one of the rallies to support justice for immigrants and working families.To get you in the May Day mood, here’s a poem by Phillis Levin:
I’ve decided to waste my life again,
Like I used to: get drunk
On the light in the leaves, find a wall
Against which something can happen,
Whatever may have happened
Long ago – let a bullet hole echoing
The will of an executioner, a crevice
In which a love note was hidden,
Be a cell where a struggling tendril
Utters a few spare syllables at dawn.
I’ve decided to waste my life
In a new way, to forget whoever
Touched a hair on my head, because
It doesn’t matter what came to pass,
Only that it passed, because we repeat
Ourselves, we repeat ourselves.
I’ve decided to walk a long way
Out of the way, to allow something
Dreaded to waken for no good reason,
Let it go without saying,
Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this.
The Charlotte Observer has been Tweeting the Bank of America shareholder meeting. There’s been one mention of the big protests outside — let’s see if there are more tweets to come throughout the day.
One of the last remaining leaders of the Deacons For Defense and Justice, the Black self-defense organization that “forced the Klan to re-evaluate their actions and often change their undergarments,” died this weekend.
Also, new peer-reviewed study looks at naps, trying to determine if nap location and position matters. Two reactions: first, of course it matters. A nap in a hammock is going to be better than a nap hanging from your thumbs in Yankee Stadium.
Second, why do I never get invited to participate in these studies?