It took some time for Dear Leader’s anointing speech to resolve into context, as one might be forgiven how words at this juncture are actually tone-setting rather than writ on sand, but this consequence did eventually reveal itself, showing the incumbent being little different than the candidate.
Only addressing his electoral base, Dear Leader made very little concession to reconciliation and the monologue careened towards the ahistorical. Those not already in his constituency were given little solace. All those former presidents and present wardens of government that shared the dais with the speaker were not just put on notice but moreover denounced and disparaged as failures that led to his elevation and mandate. Only addressing the audience assembled before him, there was no message of unity or sacrifice that credits those thinking differently or those who sacrificed before. What do you think? Read those speeches of resounding significance from Lincoln and Kennedy and the Roosevelts where the quotable lines come from—even those intermediaries or under-studies acknowledged who came before. Surely any reign without milieu cannot be judged favourably by history, which is I think another bugbear tossed out there for one’s consideration and trepidation.
Sunday, 22 January 2017
with malice towards none
fare-zone or metro-link
catagories: ๐ก, ๐ผ, ๐, ๐บ️, transportation
stop, collaborate and listen
I enjoyed reading about these rather timeless tunes that were sampled from elsewhere from Mental Floss.
Though most I think know that the anthems of the US are not original in their scoring and reflect a kind of awkward musical appropriation, I had never known that the carol “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,” or in Charles Wesley’s first composition Hark! how all the welkins (heavens) ring, glory to the King of kings, was set to the tune of the popular Gutenberg cantata (der Festgesang) by Felix Mendelssohn that celebrated the four hundredth anniversary of the printing-press, that’s a fitting bombastic torch-song tribute to the printed word, first performed in 1840. The carol’s lyrics were adapted to the tune fifteen years later as part of a Christmas medley.
catagories: ๐ฉ๐ช, ๐ฌ๐ง, ๐ถ, holidays and observances
degenerate art
Predictably, Trump announces that his administration will eliminate the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA), the National Endowment for the Humanities (NEH) and privatise the Corporation for Public Broadcasting—not because they are particular budgetary drain nor rarefied plaything of the elite but rather because he does not care for them, which is also what he believes his supporters want to hear.
Of course these assaults against government support for the arts are perennial and these institutions have withstood the likes of far more savvy opponents, but we could sure us some help. The financial support is not about dictating taste or indoctrinating the young—which ironically is more amicable to tyrants than the virtues of citizenship and critical thought that they espouse and are charged with exposing people to. As bad as things are and with art under threat, I don’t think that even this regime could compel Elmo and Grover to don their Gestapo uniforms and disappear Mister Johnson in the night. Support your local station and chapter (those smaller museums and expositions that the NEA and the NEH make possible) and spread the word.
