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here, we have no need for mirrors;
we are not the introspectors -
only those with fault need bother.
we change the rules, make others follow.
May 22nd, 2008
Posted in poetry
Tagged with blame, double standards, fault, foreign policy, introspection, terrorism, united states, war on terror
Truer words my friend,
Thank you. It’s high praise indeed when you surface to compliment my minor poetry ;)
I was thinking about this one for weeks, which betrays how little I’ve accomplished in that time. But I wanted to reflect what I’ve been feeling about the conservative brand of political correctness that tries to shame anyone who attaches even a shred of self-awareness to U.S. foreign policy.
Oddly, though, I only started to feel comfortable with this one after I started thinking of how it applied to my personal dealings. Maybe that’s fitting.
Charity, and all the rest of it, begin at home. I think it IS fitting.
Someone (famous, I think) once said that when you’re handed a gift, you are also handed a whip. The whip is for self-flagellation only.
I’ve always liked that. I find that I get lost most easily when I focus solely on improving people and things that aren’t me ;)
I like the whole piece and the discussion which flows from it. To me, “we are not the introspectors” is very strong.
I’m with Qazse. I especially like the introspectors line too.
I’m also sensing a bit of a Bible lesson, about plucking beams out of your own eye before whining about the splinter in someone else’s? I like that one (and this one).
PJ – exactly. I like that story, too.
Qazse – thanks. That line was kind of the jumping off point for the poem – it only took me a few days to settle on a word (“introspectors”) that apparently doesn’t exist.
Sometimes I just can’t believe that we, as a society, get off on being so blind to our own mannerisms and faults. Even when those mannerisms are pointed out and obvious, we don’t counter by changing anything about ourselves, but rather by attacking the observers as traitors to our delusions. Odd. And sad.
Odd and sad is an understatement.