Today I'm listening to soulful Elizabethan music and feeling all nostalgically melancholic. The Elizabethans lived so intensely, very close to the most elemental matters of life and death and so many of them great poets and musicians, merchants, philosophers, explorers, politicians, even. They were fatalistic while being hyper-aware of the ecstasies of existence, knew that now was when to live in the short span of time allotted to them. They feared death "To sleep, perhaps to dream..." because so many of them were awful sinners. But at least from the vantage of far away in the future, such a beautiful time.
I am fascinated by the lives of the royals of that long ago era and can only reflect sadly on the mediocrity of their successors. That is the curse of the middle class, much as we cling to the security a middle class existence seems to offer. The Royals now act out the superficial aspects of middle class existence, with Queen Elizabeth II representing the banalities forced on her: the little hats and suits, the neat sensible shoes, the handbag: philanthropy, family values, the whole gagging hypocrisy of those rich people pretending to be just like you and me.
Which brings us to Trump. Doesn't everything? He can't even manage to put up a good front. Looks like he's going to be out of our faces soon. Alas, there is no greatness here, just humiliation and aggravation. The goobers can't even muster up the energy to go shoot up a bunch of people but are just crying out for health care from the depths of their Lazi-Boys!
Well, that's about as serious as I can manage to be today. I AM feeling better!