Hobnobbing with Douglas Fairbanks&Charlie Chaplin in Hollywood, Maurice Ravel was still able to compose his “ Bolero” “ Y’ know what I’m trying to say.”
II
Name dropping however has its built in limitations once the yard bird runs the
lights at Hollywood and Vine......the sidewalk of stars and the cemented hands
and feet at Sid Grauman’s Chinese theater down the block Liberace and brother George at the Hollywood Roosevelt”s cinegrill two streets up. Catty corner the bus stop at Hollywood and Highland, across from the centerfor the Oscars and those yard birds who become their pretensions: rolling the dice........
III
Meanwhile in the reality of the shootout at a Safeway market across the border in
Tucson, Arizona, the imagined expectations of our Democracy playing... a 9
year old precocious girl Christina-Taylor Green, her yearnings laid to rest, the 9//11 flag covering her casket, the priest reliving her dream.......
She had come to the marketplace to realize her imagined longings of being and
becoming a Gabby like Congress lady.
But the mall tragedy...the community college dropout with no love life...gone
ballistic....left not an eye dry..
The Tucson community resounding in its response to the maddening frenzy
gone ..... a wasted murderer , his gig deteriorating as so many other loners
before him.
Seeking attention at the cost of priceless life....a judge, the Congress lady, then nine year old Angel, a retiree off his motor home, several others caught in the rampage
Not a gun control law to be reckoned with,. A lawlessness frought with massacres
and peril to the sanctity of humanity . . Arizona’s “Petrified forest” John Ford’s monument valley....Duke Wayne’s riding shotgun.
A massacre playing out as the murderer reloads...The Congress lady off his crazed
trigger finger..a bullet to her left side of the brain.... opens both eyes, wiggles
her feet...., the Angels watching .......
A magnum opus of a miracle playing out.,
“Y’ know what I’m trying to say”
January 14, 2011.
