Did you ever read Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut?
It’s a strange book. Partly about bombing Hamburg, partly satire, partly science fiction. In the most famous scene they watch a film. People come to a nuclear missile site, take down the missiles, move them to a factory, dismantle them and bury the metal and uranium deep in the ground so the missiles can never be made again. The exact opposite of what really happens.
The film is being shown backwards.
You could write a book with a vulgar title, Arse About Face Ways. The history of the world. That might be going too far.
There are times of tranquillity. Then the tanks roll in. My brother, now dead, who was realistic, said passive resistance, as practised by Ghandi, wouldn’t work against Nazis.
-What can you do?
Keep your head down.
Sic transit gloria mundi. Thus passes the glory of the world. Maybe a man on a white horse will save us. From ourselves.
I sing of man’s inhumanity to man,
is this God’s plan?
Perhaps he has one, I don’t know.
I know this is a holy show.
Perhaps unholy, better said.
Cheer up, cheer up, you could be dead.
To end on a joyful note,
the thrush has a golden throat.
Hear him sing, see children play,
Tomorrow is another day.
May all our sorrows go away.
When will love come to stay?
I live on, I live in hope.
Am I a fool, a dope?
Who cares, who cares, who cares for me?
Who cares for others?
Wait and see.
When will we from ourselves be free?
The best, the best is yet to be.
Do it now, do it today.
Bring on, bring on a happy day.
Each in your own way.
I say goodbye, goodbye for now.
I do my best, anyhow.
I waited, listened, no one spoke.
I do now.
Enjoy a joke.
8th March 2016