For the past seven years I have spent three to four weeks during late July and early August in
Originally it was to attend Actionweek,
an annual ten-day Poetry Therapy and writing intensive, as part of my training
to become a Poetry Therapist. Other writers and Poetry Therapists came from Manhattan Canada, Mexico
and Japan as well as from New York City and State and other parts of the . Over
the years they have become close and dear friends. I keep their specifics in
mind whenever anyone makes a sweeping generalisation about Americans, for what
is meaningful and memorable is in the detail. USA
Tomorrow they will vote for their president. I have a good idea who they will all be voting for, however disappointed they might be about Barack Obama’s first term in office. I know, too, how excited they were when he was first elected. That resonates painfully - I remember my own profound relief and optimism on that night back in 1997 when New Labour won the general Election.
I always laughed at my politically cynical mother who used to say that if they put a sheep up as the Labour candidate in the
I was talking with a friend a few days ago about The Great Famine of Mao's China and the Arab Spring. She felt that having enough to eat under a tyrant was worth the relinquishing of personal freedom. I begged to differ.
So my thoughts about tomorrow’s election lead me to this - I must, a bit like my mother did, keep faith with the democratic process and at the same time learn to stomach the inevitable disappointments.