
What form does your protest take? I strive to see things as they are and keep going, keep looking-- in an "Anyway, nevertheless, even so" kind of way. It is like this: If this is the best we can do as a species over time, we should be ashamed. And, if this is not the best we can do as a species over time, we should be ashamed. And disgusted. And humiliated. Etc. At the very idea that this is it-- that "this is all there is"! The very idea! Who couldn't look at the human scene and fail to see how it could be better in 10,000 ways? At any point in time! We have settled for less than we are capable of! We have failed, even, to live in protest! The least we can do is acknowledged the situation as it is, and live in protest! Ashamed! Humiliated! Etc.! We have created the arts as compensation, as distraction, as amens as atonement for our failure to do better/more-- as if to say, "Here's this..." We have created the arts in protest. As witness! Anyway! Nevertheless! Even so! And the arts become balm, solace, consolation... We produced The Blues! Etc.! What form does your art take? There is your protest! There is your offering! There is your witness! At least, there is that! Of that, we can be proud! Carry on! Carry on!
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I go to the female blues of the 1920s—if that isn’t protest, I don’t know what is!
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Preach, Jim, Preach!!
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