America’s descent into fascism was well augured, though not much spoken about in 2002. Now, the reality is upon us, and it cannot be said which way the country will turn. A heavy mass favors it, but they were always with us. For me, as I wrote before, these are no times for an artist. Presently, instead of on personal affairs, our thoughts and attentions must be devoted to the public crisis, as Adam Kirsch early on predicted.
The duration of this moment may outlast my remaining life. With climate catastrophe thrown into the mix, the destruction may be permanent, and irrevocable. If, in this case, fortune favors the meek, and a period of relative abatement comes, I will again devote myself to the proddings of the muse (all other factors being favorable), when I can. But now is not the time.