how dare you feel entitled. how dare you gobble up everything that you could, when you never really knew her. i was with her almost everyday until her body turned cold. i never asked for anything. what i have is more than what my heart can hold. and you, grasp on to possessions. you have mountains of possessions. and when you “bless” me with a single piece of glass, am i supposed to be grateful? i knew more of her passion, more of her love and touch then you will ever imagine. and i hope you remember that. i hope your remember that you were never there. because i always was.
Go ahead, boycott BP. Not only do you get to send a message to the company that has proved incapable of stopping the undersea gusher unleashed on April 20, but (unless you live in a one-gas-station town) you can do it without much pain to yourself.
Drive right on by the BP station and pull up to the pumps from Exxon, the company responsible for the Exxon Valdez oil spill of 1989 and, more recently, one of the biggest corporate funders of the movement to tar the science of climate change. Exxon also managed to reduce the $5 billion in punitive damages awarded by an Anchorage jury for the Valdez disaster to $507.5 million; the Valdezfishermen and other victims have still not been made whole. (Fun fact: to protect itself in case the original judgment was affirmed, Exxon got a line of credit from JP Morgan, which the bank then parlayed into the first credit default swap, as recounted in the 2009 book Fool’s Gold by Gillian Tett. These are the exotic financial instruments that helped trigger the Great Recession of 2008–09.)
Or roll into the Texaco or Chevron station (Chevron bought Texaco in 2001). Texaco is being sued by people in Ecuador for contaminating their groundwater, causing hundreds of residents to develop fatal cancers and causing other environmental damage near the Lago Agrio oilfield, where Texaco dumped oil-production waste (18.5 billion gallons into open, unlined pits) for almost 20 years.
i need to work out some sort of budget that allows for expenditures in books and music, delegated on a monthly level. a specific percentage allotted to enriching my mind via paper words and audible tones.
for too long they have been on the back burner of my necessities list. i’m thinking about 100 pieces of bread a month will get me a long way fast on a track towards enlightenment. enrichment. whatever you have it.
and whatever sacrifices need to be made to reach that goal will only be suffered to illuminate the soul.
for now, i contemplate while watching the mosquito man pump his poisons into the sky. in the midst of the toxic air we live in i long for the purity of a book in hand and a new tune to hum.