I was going to prattle on about: Why does the writer write? For whom? Where does the writer work? When does the writer writes and from what environment? And then meander on over to …
Who is the reader? What does the
reader want to read? What genre does the reader prefer…
PISH POSH.
And before I join the Bag of
Wind Club currently like those ensconced at the
White House let’s zero in on Success: of the writer; of Humanity…
The Establishment is now sneaking in the term: Climate Adjustment, caving in finally to the reality of planetary climate change. But how 'bout we ask the Floridians experiencing 185 miles an
hour one after another. Have a chat with them about "adjusting.”
Climate change in all of its
brutal manifestations is here to stay and ‘for good.’
We need to change the way we
design our buildings anticipating these drastic changes to these seasonable
onslaughts.
Start with the writer in that
setting and give him a microphone to broadcast to the widest possible
readership; using every means and device at hand to deploy into this fray. The
crisis is calling us out. All businesses must respond as sponsors of this
movement to forward the writings of these thoughtful people. The sponsors have
a critical role to play in boosting these intellectuals and their work.
These morally driven
businesspeople need to take off their greed masks; rewrite the fundamentals of
capitalism. Inform; broadcast, pitch and deliver their message of the extreme
importance of feeding and sheltering our fellow human beings.
There is no space left for
intellectual ruminating. No room left on pinheads for dancing angels. (lost
count a long time ago.)
That’s why my heart is is finally
beating with purpose and my quiver bleeding ink.
The modern, informed writes to protect his readership. At a sustained 185 mile an hour windbag is a
force of God. With puffy cheeks and
orange hair.
Walt Disney and His Gang
The documentary I saw on the boob
the other day took an inordinate amount of time and space cutting him down for
what the writers thought was a childish and candy-assed approach to creating
his own Utopia.
It seemed obvious to me
that Walt was just trying to bring more joy into our world – a world full of
colour and children’s laughter; play-rides; Donald Ducks; and Goofies; Mickey
Mouse and the rest of his playful gang. and such. Even while dying from lung
cancer from an excess of smoking and riding along too many Malboro Men, his
last words to his employees: “Keep up the good work, fellas.” Well, Walt, that works for me. So does your
optimism. And that’s what you and your vision was all about: Optimism.
Those Passengers on the Other Two
Planes
And courage. Like the kind we
don’t hear enough about as demonstrated by the passengers of those other two
planes who managed to storm the cockpits and force those hijacked planes down
(assuring their own deaths) - one to
crash into a field in Pennsylvania and the other just piercing on the outskirts
of the Pentagon.
Courage and Optimism at work
setting the example of successful humanity.
