Sweet

 

During the previous two presidential elections, the local Democratic headquarters was across the street from me, and I have to tell you the morning after the election was a pretty mournful moment. In 2004 they didn’t even come in that day to start moving out because they were just too depressed – we’d given it our maximum effort, won Michigan, but it didn’t seem to make a difference because of a single state, Ohio, and a few votes that may or may not have been stolen and/or suppressed. It’s probably a good thing that the HQ moved a few streets west where it is today because the parking is so much better there (a lot fewer tickets, I’m sure) but, damn, I sure would have liked to see the faces over there right now. They probably have silly grins on them like mine.

The narrative the media has settled on for the moment is, wow, an African American has achieved the presidency, ain’t this really the country of opportunity. Don’t get me wrong, it a beautiful thing, but it won’t heal our racial problems in a stroke and it turns out the whole question wasn’t such a big deal after all, either for or against Obama. My eighty year old aunt, a staunch Democrat was for Hillary because she didn’t believe a black man could ever be elected. To me, a fifty year old, it seemed obvious race would be a major factor, both negative with the Bradley effect and positive with new, enthusiastic black voters. To my fifteen and seventeen year old kids however it was no big deal. This 21st century, although still riddled with racial inequality, is also graced with a color blind generation.

You can tell how nervous I was yesterday by looking at the blog, and I think we all were. At around eight I was still anxious — the electoral map looked a lot like 2004 – I mean taking Pennsylvania was a given for me. It wasn’t until Ohio went blue that the skies turned blue, too. Ohio! The gremlin of 2004, the place where McCain and Palin had been making so much noise fell into the Obama basket with very swift ripeness. Although it wasn’t declared until after Obama won, to see the other great bone of contention, Florida, go for Obama too was extremely satisfying. By that point it was clear that this wasn’t a squeaker or a stolen election but a serious beat down, dwarfing the tiny victories Bush took as a mandate for his imperial, king sized disaster of a presidency.

But this wasn’t just the end of the Bush fiasco, it sounded to me like the death knell of the Republican divisiveness, the culture war replaying of the 60’s tune that the right has been reprising since Reagan. They tried all the old riffs about socialism, lack of patriotism, effete snobs, etc, but this time only the deep south was dancing. I guess we’re all real Americans again.

And what about the Republicans? Are they going to give up on their cherished Lee Atwater/Karl Rove legacy of slander, swift boating and baloney? Does Elizabeth Dole’s loss despite the most reprehensible ad of the season mean they’ll turn their back on such base tactics? Will their insistence the last eight years that any disagreement with executive policy shows a lack of respect for the presidency and therefore America itself remain constant even with a Democrat in the White House? Will Darth Vader turn his back on the dark side of the force? In other words, don’t bet on it. The culture of hate, fear and loathing that has been so lovingly cultivated by the conservatives isn’t going to fade away in the face of a fragile little thing like hope. John McCain gave the best speech I’ve ever heard from him when he conceded, but the ugly booing and shouting and the gargoyle leer of Palin as she strutted the stage like a first runner up rather than a rejected loser are what we have to expect from the right in the future. My prediction – a Sarah Palin/Joe the Plumber ticket in 2012. Now that’s a concession speech I’d love to hear.

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A Historic Day

 

It’s not every day that you can wake up and say this is a day that for good or ill will live in history.

The pen scratch has been made, the oval filled, the line drawn, so to speak. And to me the line you draw when voting for Obama is the border line between hope and hatred, between reasoned judgement and mindless prejudice. We have such a chance in this country to erase the ugly defacement that the Republican Bush years (and it’s seemed like a century) have scrawled on our flag and the constitution. We have a chance to stop this endless war on all other countries and the planet itself. During the campaign Obama has shown himself to be an eminently reasonable, honorable and logical leader who never stooped to the Rovian tactics McCain was only too quick to embrace. The McCain campaign has tried every slur possible – radical, Muslim, terrorist, at last scraping the bottom of the barrel to trot out their stale postwar staple socialist, communist being presently out of the pale even for them. McCain and Palin have consistently claimed that, contrary to stated facts, Obama’s tax plan would raise taxes for everybody, while Obama has held off saying that McCain would, in all likelihood given his bellicose nature and philosophy, embroil this nation in another war. In the biggest decision a candidate has to make, choosing a running mate, Obama selected a seasoned vet who will help him govern while McCain was bullied by his handlers into nominating a publicity stunt who is unfit to lead. It’s very telling that the candidate who was insisting on the importance of experience went for someone with hardly any experience at all.

It’s also really pathetic when a party’s plan for victory rides on people NOT voting and the hope that people will vote for your candidate because they are too racist to vote for Obama, apathy and racism being two qualities the Republicans want to encourage in the American character.

And what’s the Republican response going to be should McCain lose? Looks like it’s shaping up as the standard fascist response to defeat — the stab in the back theory. In this case the treacherous blow is supposed to be inflicted by the "media," which somehow showed a liberal bias while reporting the news. Of course the most biased television operation in the history of the media, Fox propaganda, has been trumpeting the party line and nothing but for years, but never mind that, because the conservative temperament is allergic to any kind of contradiction, even if it’s reality itself that disagrees. Get used to the sneering, hate filled visage of Sarah Palin, folks, because that’s going to be the face of the Republican party for some time to come.

But, of course, my comments don’t mean a damn thing and my vote hardly does either. I knew Bush was a dangerous fraud eight years ago, but the electorate had to be beaten over the head with proof before finally coming around to see it. The vast herd that doesn’t like to think about much has been relentlessly manipulated by experts in direct marketing if not governing, and when that fails the Republicans have no qualms about lying, cheating and stealing to achieve power. Maybe it’s a good thing that we’re all so nervous about this election being stolen too, because that makes us all so determined to go out and vote and to guard our votes and to get really mad this time if we’re fooled again.

But in the end all I can really do is to hope that sometime in the near future there’s a United States Government that considers every citizen to be a real American, that doesn’t equate dissent with treason and isn’t controlled by religious wackos. Can that really be too much to hope for? I guess we’ll find out…..

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Crime Beat: Ypsilanti Trick Or Treat

 

Miffed customer wrecks store display

A drunken customer dissatisfied with a return policy damaged a display at an Ypsilanti Township Halloween specialty store, police said.

The man entered the Spirit Halloween at 2375 Ellsworth Road on Wednesday at about 4:30 p.m. to return a costume without a receipt, Washtenaw County Sheriff’s Cmdr. Dave Egeler said.

When the employee refused, the man knocked a Halloween display by the doorway to the ground and broke it, causing roughly $100 damage, Egeler said. He also damaged a fog machine.

The man appeared to be intoxicated and was with two small children, the clerk said.

The investigation is ongoing.

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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You Can’t Be a Haint If You Ain’t

 

I know I’m not the only one who likes to read ghost stories this time of year. I usually stick to what I consider the classics – M. R. James, E. F. Benson, Oliver Onions, etc., from the Victorian/Edwardian golden age. I love Arthur Machen, but begin to have mixed feelings about his spawn H. P. Lovecraft and absolutely detest Stephen King and his fellow contemporary horrorists. Like a lot of contemporary culture there’s no ambiguity there, no subtlety, no style, no SOUL – just a lot of fake shock and awe special effects and computer generated monsters (Lovecraft’s creatures always struck me more like Godzilla style guys in rubber suits).

I don’t know why the Victorian/Edwardian era seems so right for ghost stories. Maybe it’s just that it was a period trying to crawl to modernity with the specters of the past grasping at its ankles, or the last time readers could believe that spooks plausibly existed. There’s a curious relationship between the Decadent movement and ghost stories, with Oscar Wilde’s classic Picture of Dorian Gray being exhibit A. Freud wrote of the uncanny, and the genre is certainly powered by the unconscious, sexual repression and repressed memory. I learned from a Wilde biography that Benson was a friend of his, a fellow "Uranian," but one who was not at all comfortable with his sexual orientation. I couldn’t help but think of that as I recently read through a marvelous collection of Benson’s horror stories, many of which featured a malevolent creature he describes as follows: "On the ground there lay a monstrous thing, half slug, half worm. There was no head to it; it ended in a blunt point with an orifice. In color it was grey, covered with sparse black hairs…" Hmmmmmm….. I guess sometimes a cigar is NOT a cigar. My favorite story of his is called "The Face," which features neither worms, slugs nor caterpillars, but is a masterful weaving of dreams, foreboding and the siren call of the open grave.

Interestingly enough the one contemporary ghost writer I’m enthusiastic about, Susan Hill, sets her stories in the Edwardian era. I first heard about her from a rather eccentric customer from Hawaii who loved ghost stories and would send me multi-page, capitol lettered missives written in pencil detailing the books he was looking for. He also wanted a movie called The Woman in Black, which he said was the scariest he’d ever seen, and so naturally when I found him a DVD I got one for myself, too. He wasn’t kidding, either, because The Woman in Black is a masterful, subtle masterpiece of mounting terror that’s far more disquieting than a thousand Saw’s. What my customer didn’t know was that it was from a long running play which was adapted from a book of the same name by Hill which is just as well done. It’s still available and I highly recommend both book and movie to those seeking seasonal thrills, and in fact I’m going to make my daughter and her friends watch it at the teen Halloween party that’s taken the place of trick or treating. This season also saw the publication by the Overlook Press of a charming miniature hardback of her latest ghost novella The Man in the Picture, another chilling effort worthy of the golden age and perfect for treating a like minded friend. Usually I mistrust historical fiction, but Hill is able to replicate the diction and mind set of an Edwardian in a eerily convincing manner that delivers her work from the perils of pastiche. Fortunately for my Halloween reading another customer brought in an English edition of an earlier out of print title of Hill’s called The Mist in the Mirror which I’m halfway through and is building up the chills in her usual masterful manner.

At work I’ve been working my way through The Virago Book of Victorian Ghost Stories. As the title suggests they’re all by women, with many lesser known gems, including works by faves like Mary Elizabeth Braddon, Vernon Lee and Violet Hunt. After a while it’s hard to find stuff in anthologies that you haven’t already read in other anthologies, but this one has some fresh material in it, not to mention a great cover with Rossetti’s Proserpine. Too bad you can’t get it in the U.S. any more, but there are copies around.

In the end I guess the song The Headless Horseman from Disney’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow probably sums it up best – "You can’t be a haint if you ain’t kind of crazed, I guess you’d say…"

 

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House of the Dead

 

My friend Karl from the antiques store called me up to ask me if I was interested in looking at some books in a house he was going to do an estate sale for. I’m always interested in estate sales, even thought I find that many people have accumulated a shockingly small amount of books over a lifetime. That was not true in this lady’s case, and in fact she’d accumulated a vast amount of almost everything, jammed into a fairly small house. It was really disconcerting to just step in there, with piles of stuff everywhere, most of it out and out garbage – dozens of broken coffee pots, bags of matches, bottle tops and clothe pins, indexed T.V. Guides and newspaper television supplement back to the sixties. She’d been a librarian and when her library computerized, she’d even kept all the thousands of old catalog cards. And then I found out they’d already been cleaning the place out for FIVE DAYS! When they first came in the door they could barely get in and found it largely impassible because of all the clutter.

Houses do reflect their owners and often you can feel the presence of a long time inhabitant even when they’re no longer around. Let’s just say the vibe I got was of extreme craziness – that kind of hoarding behavior is, after all, a form of mental illness, and one I have a propensity for. As Karl’s wife said it really made you want to go home and throw out a bunch of stuff.

The former occupant was no dummy however, and behind, around and on top of things were books, some of them puzzlingly obscure, many in gothic German, and a lot of mysteries and science fiction. I got some O.K. contemporary stock on the first floor, but it wasn’t until I reached the cramped shelves in the basement – almost impossible to get to without stepping on something that crunched beneath – that I found the gold. There were several shelves full of vintage 40’s and 50’s paperbacks, mostly in pretty good shape, and with some highly prized authors like Frederic Brown, Cornell Woolrich and Rex Stout, editions like Dell Map Backs, Gold Medals early Avons, and other cool stuff.

In the spirit of the season I grabbed for myslef a lovely little edition of Oliver Onions’s classic ghost story collection Widdershins, which she’d evidently lifted from the Flint Public Library in 1930, but despite the bounty I felt a little unsatisfied. Almost everyone, even (or maybe especially?) a little old lady who lives alone, is in possession of something sleazy and I don’t consider any book finding expedition complete until I’ve found an example, but I was despairing of discovering anything worse than pulpy until I found among the paperback Merit Book # 540 Vegas Wenches. As you can see, the cover is beyond classic and the back cover copy even more so. The only copy on ABE goes for $50, but I couldn’t give this baby up. I guess some book dealer will have to find it in a junk filled corner of my basement after I’m dead…

 

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Quote Bag: Sophia

 

Sophia is God’s body, the matter of Divinity, permeated with the beginning of divine unity.

The thought of Sophia was always present in Christianity; more than that, it existed even before Christianity.

– Vladimir Solovyov

 

Solovyov taught the existence of an aspect of the Trinity known as Hagia Sophia, or Divine Wisdom. He conceived of this mystical "absolute unity" of the Trinity as a female being. Her role in the cosmos is both to cause the appearance of all that is not divine, and to effect the reintegration of all in God. Man encounters the opposition between God and what lies outside Him in the difference between the sexes. Through union with woman by means of love, therefore, and through striving for the union of mankind, man participates in Divine Wisdom’s reintegration of the world in God.

– Vladimir E. Alexandrov

 

This aspect of Solovyov’s world outlook had a profound influence on the subsequent generation of poets such as the gifted Blok, Biely, and certain others, who expound in their poetry themes for the most part of an erotic-gnostic character concerning the feminine principle.

An intermediary is needed, a boundary between the Nothing of the Creator and the multiplicity of the cosmos. This boundary between the Creator and creation, between God and the world, is Sophia. Sophia is the divine Idea, the object of God’s love: the love of love.

The created world, then, is none other than the creaturely Sophia, a principle of relative being, in process of becoming.

– Sergei Bulgakov

 

According to Solovyov, Sophia is the companion of God. As such she is the image of the perfect woman-soul. Because God would share his joy with every human, Sophia’s image is accessible to every human being. The eternal woman-soul, a living, spiritual entity herself, carries out the divine will by reflecting her image in mortals. Each person loves an ideal of the other world. In life each individual loves that , essentially human, being who might best reflect Sophia’s image as each individual intuitively conceives it.

– Oleg Maslenikov

 

You are the emblazoned one! Do you know this? Every person has several raisons d’etre. They are both themselves, a symbol and a prototype. I do not need to know you as a person because I have got to know you better as a symbol.

– Andrey Biely

 

It is the figure that has haunted him his whole life, his angel, his familiar, transfixed at last. A puff of wind has blown away the mist, and revealed this goddess, as stately as an elm, as subtle as a Gothic Virgin.

– Sir Kenneth Clark

 

The idea of Wisdom, Sophia, becomes in the Gnosis a female spirit capable of being seen in a vision.

– E. H. Gombrich

 

If the Trinity was in its essence Unity, the Mother alone could represent whatever was not Unity; whatever was irregular, exceptional, outlawed; and this was the whole human race.

– Henry Adams

 

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After W. Collins

 

After W. Collins

 

O solemn Eve

Nymph reserved

Maid composed

Draw back

Your cloudy skirts

Dispel their

Gradual dusty veil

Let me rove

Your wild

And heathy scene

Your genial love

And pensive pleasures

Sweet

 

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For Greg Who Set Himself On Fire in Eberwhite Woods

 

For Greg

Who Set Himself on Fire in Eberwhite Woods

 

Gone

In a blaze of glory

 

Still

Owing me ten bucks

 

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Crime Beat: Ape Suits, Shoes on Roofs and Automatic Flushers

 

Wanted man dons ape suit, gets police attention

An Altoona man who went to buy cigarettes in a gorilla suit to win a bet with his girlfriend is now being accused of receiving stolen property.

Altoona police say they noticed 20-year-old Brian Hoover walking down the city’s Sixth Avenue just after midnight yesterday dressed as an ape. Police say when they stopped Mr. Hoover, they discovered he was wanted for receiving stolen property.

Police say Mr. Hoover told them he had gone to the convenience store in disguise because his girlfriend had bet him he wouldn’t do it. Mr. Hoover has been charged with receiving stolen property. He was released on bond.

 

Man injured in fall from roof

A 23-year-old Canton Township man was injured after falling from the roof of a fraternity house while trying to help a friend find his shoes, Ann Arbor police said.

 

Automatic flushers stolen at EMU

All of the automatic flushers in all of the male restrooms at Strong Hall on the eastern Michigan University campus were reportedly stolen early Tuesday.

Campus police said custodians discovered the thefts at about 7:30 a.m. Tuesday. The thieves unbolted the flushers to steal them.

Police said they have no suspects.

 

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