It's Too Hot for Whining Nuts

I really wanted to write a post on Phil Gramm’s ridiculous, condescending commentary about the American public’s gullibility and "whining" about the economy, as well as John McCain’s hysterically funny response. I also wanted to lay out some questions about Jesse Jackson's stake in maintaining the baby boomer culture wars, as exemplified in his comments about Barack Obama. Alas, today's a rush, and it's too hot to sit at the computer in my stuffy office. So for now:

“Heat” by H. D. (Hilda Doolittle)

O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air--
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.