The news from the outside is grim. I can take just the headlines this morning. The details of life during the plague are too much to read this early in the day. A day when spring is relentless. The beauty almost too much. It is difficult to hold such beauty and such sadness.
Doctors and ethics people on the east coast are deciding who gets a ventilator. Who lives. Who dies. Who has value? Who does not? A rest home in texas- its elderly population infected- are given an unproven drug. Where have I heard of that before? A captive vulnerable population used as test rabbits? what can go wrong with that?
And on my sadness list this morning. The plague. took John Prine. I have spent a lifetime studying his simplicity. Never a dancer- he was always a three right jab set up then a lighting and left thunder uppercut.
That’s the way that the world goes round.
I know a guy got a lot to loose
pretty nice fellow kind of confused
muscles in his head
never been used
thinks he owns half of this town
he starts drinking heavy gets a big read nose
beats his old lady with a rubber hose
takes her out to dinner buys her new clothes
that’s the way that the world goes round
that’s the way the world goes round
you’re up one day
the next you’re down
a half an inch of want
you think you’re gonna drown
that’s the way that the world goes round
sittin in my bath tub counting my toes
radiator broke
water froze
got stuck in the ice without my clothes
naked as the eye of a clown
crying ice cubes hoping i would croak
the sun come through the window
ice all broke
stood up and laughed thought it was a joke
thats the way that the world goes round
that’s the way the world goes round
you’re up one day
the next you’re down
there’s a half an inch of wanter
you think you’re gonna drown
that’s the way that the world
goes round
lyrics by the late great John Prine
go in peace John
naked as the eyes of a clown...
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