From My Heart

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April is not the cruelest month. December is. As we struggle with our lives while watching paid actors snuggle on the couch and unwrap expensive gifts on television, a sense of anger and cynicism envelopes me. And yet....

From W. H. Auden's poem September 1, 1939

....what mad Najinksy wrote

About Diaghilev

Is true of the normal heart,

For the error bred in the bone

Of each woman and each man

Craves what it cannot have,

Not universal love

But to be loved alone.

......Hunger allows no choice

To the citizen or the police.

We must love one another or die.

Defenseless under the night

Our world in stupor lies,

Yet, dotted everywhere,

Ironic points of light

Flash out wherever the Just

Exchange their messages;

May I, composed like them

Of Eros and of dust,

Beleaguered by the same

Negation and despair,

Show an affirming flame.

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In spite of it all, I believe that people are good at heart....to quote Anne Frank. And I won't even add, "and we all know what happened to her."

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And my heart is with you this Season, as you cope with your own demons and joys.