Yes, Diedra -- you thus bring up the quandary in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
Recognizing that many emotions just get us in trouble, do we just reject all emotions, refuse any literacy in anything personal for anybody? That latter recourse, you know, justifies all the ways the far right and the billionaire classes have employed in gu…
Yes, Diedra -- you thus bring up the quandary in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
Recognizing that many emotions just get us in trouble, do we just reject all emotions, refuse any literacy in anything personal for anybody? That latter recourse, you know, justifies all the ways the far right and the billionaire classes have employed in gutting, rejecting, poisoning any use of any humanities in schools.
I'll return to it later, as Heather's columns may make apt.
In the meantime, please consider Orwell's warning in "Politics and the English Language" -- that we cannot choose if we inhabit a vocabulary of slogans, cliché, group abstractions, and packaged labels. Thus poisoned, many fancy they can still choose, but it's too late. They're blind to what they're actually doing. Rather like that figure in Auden's "August, 1968":
Yes, Diedra -- you thus bring up the quandary in "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."
Recognizing that many emotions just get us in trouble, do we just reject all emotions, refuse any literacy in anything personal for anybody? That latter recourse, you know, justifies all the ways the far right and the billionaire classes have employed in gutting, rejecting, poisoning any use of any humanities in schools.
No, and even fear and pride can lead to good things. We can choose.
Superb point you raise, Diedra. "We can choose."
I'll return to it later, as Heather's columns may make apt.
In the meantime, please consider Orwell's warning in "Politics and the English Language" -- that we cannot choose if we inhabit a vocabulary of slogans, cliché, group abstractions, and packaged labels. Thus poisoned, many fancy they can still choose, but it's too late. They're blind to what they're actually doing. Rather like that figure in Auden's "August, 1968":
"The ogre stalks with hands on hips
While drivel gushes from his lips."