Blog # 63…November 2016
November, that cruelest of months, seemed to ramp up with
vehemence last week in spite of sunny, eat-out- on- patios weather . The election result – what will happen to the
environment scares the crap out of me - while it’s far from the end of the story,
mustn’t make us think this is the new normal.
We were still shocked and mourning Leonard Cohen’s death as
we listened to his voice delivering In
Flanders Fields on Remembrance Day. Then Sting performed at the Bataclan on
the first anniversary of the murders there and elsewhere in Paris.
So many ways that art and artists bring us some consolation
that we’re not alone either in individual or collective despair. The current Syrian art at the Aga Khan Museum
doesn’t make us forget the horrors of Aleppo but it does put us in communion
with the culture and, I hope helps us and some of the newcomers feel less
alone.
We watched Hillary’s avatar Kate McKinnon singing Hallelujah
on Saturday night with an eerie feeling of counterpoint and coincidence, ends
and beginnings. As she said at the end,
“I’m not giving up and neither should you.”
I hope the brightness of last night’s Super Moon brings in some
light…the crack seems pretty wide right now.
