“There's more beauty in truth, even if
it is dreadful beauty.” -- Steinbeck, East of Eden
I know I'm setting the bar unreasonably high, preceding anything I write by a Steinbeck quote in the Blog title, but I love his work so much. He is an author who confronts honesty with compassion. There are few more valuable gifts a writer can give his readers. I am thankful for the tears he brought forth when I was riding the "L" in
I'm not the first to have been inspired by Steinbeck, obviously, but I do hope to join the company of those who take his inspiration and work to draw out compassion and beauty out of "truth" (as best as we can use such a word to describe the human experience) in a world where we are all so similar. Similar in that we all have control over our potential gifts and shortcomings. We may (or thou mayest for the other Steinbeck fans reading this) all decide who we are, whether we are happy, and whom we help (hopefully we are included on our own list, but not exclusively). It takes faith to allow for the dreadful beauty of things to show, but it negates the need for perfection. And, that, that is the most liberating loss I have ever suffered.
"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." -- Steinbeck, East of
* Not the glossed over truth of FB, email, stop and chats, or IM. Although I've always been really bad at sanding the edges even there, so this could be a really bad idea ;-).
Springsteen and Morello take their inspiration.....
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin'
back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over
the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the
bridge
Shelter line stretchin' 'round the
corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the
Southwest
No home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where
it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire
light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom
Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his
sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a
drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first
and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the
underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised
land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in
your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight
Where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire
light
Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's
a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby
cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood
and hatred in the air
Look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a
place to stand
Or decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be
free
Look in their eyes Mom you'll see
me."
Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where
it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire
light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad