Wednesday, September 19, 2018

"Life Death, and the Weather"


As I mentioned in passing at the bottom of a post below. There was another shooting, and murder on my block. Makes four, and a half this year. One survived. I expect a complete five soon as I hear wounded kid may not make it. 
This is happening all over the City as it used to do during the Crack Wars in the 1990's.

As before I was an "ear-witness" to the extinction of a soul.

I was as before interviewed by cops. "...yes I heard the shots no I saw nothing yes I heard voices that's all. Yes I'll be here if you need more."

Memorials. 

As is now traditional in cities when a person is gunned down. A memorial of votive candles goes up. These are maintained by family or friends for about two weeks to a month. Though the one from the April killing is still kept up by the murdered boy's Mom. 

As in any war everyone gets used it seeing the unthinkable. We  go about our business walking past these small shrines as if this is as it should be. People get shot candles go up. Soon they fade get knocked over, and are swept away.

Till next time.

Meanwhile the Earth turns, and the Sun, and Moon chase each other through the Seasons. 
Fall is about to break. This Saturday I think. Though it doesn't look it. The New Climate prolonged warmth has held the colors back. 
A Summer six months long if we date it from the first very unusually warm days in mid-April. Longer if you date it from February when it got above 80f here in the Emerald City.

We need to change our concept of seasons. This because cold warmth, and heat can now appear at any time of the year. We also may need to change our concept of what our basic humanity means.

One wearies of sudden pointless death candles, and mourning. 


The shot above I took years ago of our Harbor one morning.
That sky looks like a Viking Funeral.
This for all the innocent dead this town insists on racking up.

2 comments:

  1. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time."

    Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5

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