Headlines
Can you hear the clamor? Do you notice that noise?
[From 06.12.2025]
The headlines are getting strange. They’re getting weird. The news is going haywire. It’s stopped making sense.
Your sandwich is ready. The Dutch government has collapsed. People are developing complex emotional relationships with online intelligences. The pope is from America. He’s from Chicago. His grandparents are Creole. They lived in New Orleans. No one talks about it.
A window-sized device taps the air for safe drinking water. It doesn’t need energy. It can produce a drink anywhere — even Death Valley, California — but it doesn’t make the news.
At the vinyl cafe, we’re sipping potable grass. They’re playing jazz in the corner with an upright bass and a marimba. It sounds like water falling from many-sized faucets.
On my radio, The Dollar Bin plays Piaf and Presley and Kerouac with Steve Allen. They’re beating poetry across airwaves of time. The greats are only worth a dollar? I don’t understand how inflation works. It’s all anyone wants to talk about.
The headlines are giving me facelines and smoothing my brainlines. Blurp blurp… Gurgle gurgle… Jazz… Pop.
Protestors rage against the machine. While their machine calls out fascists, the president calls out the national guard. The governer tries to revolt. The courts fall silent. Crowds scream and immigrants across america hide their beautiful faces from the light.
Board members of the Fulbright Scholarship resign amid political meddling. Denmark approves US military bases on Danish soil amid tensions over Greenland. The Hampton Inn becomes the unexpected gold standard in midscale travel. Plastic is in the air.
The marimba falls asleep. The bass does a lullaby. The high hats tremor to a close. So that’s the end of that.
Good night. See ya later, kids. Go ahead and dream now. There’s gotta be something simpler out there than in all this racket.
“water falling from many sized faucets” 👏🏻love