Weekly Zephyr #38: February 15th, 2018

For the lost ones at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, and for those left behind to grieve and long for them.

This is what I want.

First, I don't feel like desecrating these children's names by bringing the initials n and r and a into this. Humanity at its smallest and most pitiful and dark and misled. A force, relevant, but it's not what I want to invoke for these children.

This is what I want.

I want us—us, I mean us, I mean you and me—I don't mean ethereal abstract us, that perpetually meaningless invocation—I want YOU, YOU, READING THIS   to CHANGE A WAY YOU LIVE AND THINK

I'M DOING THIS TOO, I HAVE TO DO THIS, TOO

SO THAT YOU ARE MAKING DRAMATICALLY MORE LOVE AND IMAGINATION MANIFEST IN THE WORLD THAN YOU ARE DOING NOW. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SOME BEARD-STROKING SOMEDAY, I'M TALKING ABOUT NOW, TODAY. DO A FUCKING BALLER LOVE AND IMAGINATION THING THAT'S WAY OUTSIDE YOUR NORMAL LEVELS.  THINK OF IT FAST AND LARGE, LIKE DECIDE IN FIVE MINUTES WHAT IT'LL BE, YOUR FIRST IDEA, AND DO THE THING WITHIN TEN MINUTES.

I mean, call the people, rage, leave a message, send a letter, bang on a door, do all that shit. Sure. Yes and fuck yes.

But we are not experiencing adequate love, humans, and we are thinking we have very little effect on this existence and our imaginations (THE PART OF US THAT THINKS OF THE WONDERFUL THINGS TO DO IN EVERY REALM THAT MAKE LIFE WORTH LIVING) are left fallow and we must STOP THAT ON A DIME.

AND: WE CAN'T STOP SOMETHING, i.e. THIS NONSENSE PARADE OF DEAD CHILDREN, WITHOUT MAKING SOMETHING.

Rage without making something and you're just nailing this shit into place.

I WANT YOU TO GO BEYOND I WANT YOU TO DO IT NOW DECISIVE, WILD, EMBARRASSING SOMETHING I WILL TOO GRAB A GODDAMN PAINTBRUSH AND SCRAWL ONTO THIS WORLD IMMEDIATELY WITH LOVING INTENT WHO CARES HOW JUST GO