Wednesday, October 19, 2016

campaign as performance art (and vice versa)

"First time I heard rock and roll on the radio, I felt it was pretty similar to the country music which I had been listening to."

~~  Bob Dylan


"Donald Trump's Call to Monitor Polls Raises Fears of Intimidation"
------------------------ headline in October 19th New York Times

Article written by Trip Gabriel -------------------  [excerpt] ------------------------ Warning darkly of a stolen election, Donald Trump has called on supporters to turn out in droves on Election Day to monitor polling places, telling them they need to be vigilant against widespread voter fraud and a rigged outcome.

...His language has stirred increasing fears of intimidation of minorities inside polling places...or outside, where they could face illegal electioneering.

But as Trump casts doubt on the integrity of the presidential election, there are no signs of a wave of Trump poll watchers building.  Like much else about his campaign, his call to "get everybody to go out and watch" the polls seem to be a Potemkin effort, with little or no organization behind it. ... ------------------------ [end - excerpt] --------------------

Reader Comment, from
"I'm no fan of DJT but I was curious what a Trump poll-watcher would be asked to do.  So I signed up online.  Never heard back, though I was asked to donate."


Lately when writing, there's a topic to concentrate on and contemplate, and then another topic seems to want to bump the other topic off the "stage" and take over, to be written about.  A "Mash-Up."  A "Domino Theory"...

Or maybe it's like a two-way radio, when you have it on "Scan" -- whichever channel talked most recently interrupts and talks over the channel you were already listening to -- similarly, new topics keep "walking on" the last topic I was trying to type about.

Writing about Jackie Kennedy's "Camelot" interview -- then Bob Dylan is awarded Nobel Prize for Literature...Camelot is temporarily bumped.  It's a blizzard of events and thoughts.

Topics that keep getting moved over -- tomorrow, intend to take three of them:


Sugar and the Free Market; and

Quality of Congress.


Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins
The hour that the ship comes in

Oh the sea will split
And the ships will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking

Then the tide will sound
And the waves will pound
And the morning will be breaking

The fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls, they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken

For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat -- drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'

But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharoah's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered

---------------------- "When The Ship Comes In" -- Bob Dylan


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