Tuesday, February 07, 2017
The winter of our discontent
As the long winter of our discontent drags on, I struggle to find something to say here that isn't simply repeating the several million messages of escalating daily outrage in Twitter or that doesn't sound entirely frivolous--like posts about writing.
To do the former is to pile more doom and gloom, and you already have enough of that on Twitter to sink your own feelings ever deeper. People are recommending books that are ever more dystopian both ecologically and politically, as if they figure you can't get enough of "I told you so" misery.
To do the latter is to suggest that you're gleefully dancing on the grave of American democracy, as in people hissing, "Don't you even care?"
Both positions can leave you feeling powerless, despite the actions you've taken (calling legislators, etc.)
What to do?
Well, "fight on," obvs.
But maybe also give a little time and space to some things that help mentally.
One, for me, is contemplating pictures from the past of my region --not to go back there politically (because nostalgia = racism, sexism, and all that, I do get it, I really do) but just . . . to look and imagine being there, in that time and space, to see if it can be recaptured for --
Two, some writing that's not academic but might be fiction or creative nonfiction, never to be published (since it's neither sci-fi nor dystopian nor memoir) but just to turn the brain over to a different place for a while.
And then I'll write more about writing if everyone promises not to hiss at me in the comments.