We’re a week into the Russian invasion of Ukraine. Thousands are dead, tens of thousands of homes are damaged or destroyed. And Vladimir Putin—getting wiggier by the hour—is upping the warfare stakes.
I fancy something from a requiem mass. Like Fauré’s “Pie Jesu”.
There are many versions of this out there, but I feel like the
purity of Kathleen Battle’s voice is what we need.
I mentioned yesterday that I sometimes walk on a local golf course, and that it’s one of the very few places left in the People’s Republic where you have open space.
This is especially important at those moments where we’re transitioning from night to morning. Viz:
I have to say that—given the whackdoodle world
we’re living in—having access to this is a huge comfort to me.
For some reason, I dunno, I seem to need to get away from my screen more than ever. And I'm actively looking for things that don't relate to the worst that humans can do. So I try to walk a lot, even if it's just in short spurts.
One of the recent wind storms brought down a lot of tree limbs and branches. One benefit of this was that a downed pine limb brought to my attention this cone formation at the end of the branches.
Just gorgeous.
Last week on my supermarket run, somehow this package of gigantic blueberries hopped into my cart. I have to say that they weren’t as uniformly juicy as I’d have liked—bigger is clearly not necessarily better—but they looked pretty in a wine glass.
When I bought my big-assed dinosaur-sized camera last year, I promised to donate my old SLR to a young photographer, and last week I finally got the lens/body cap I needed to make the transfer. Before I handed it over, however, I cleared the memory card of all the photos still on it.
Here’s a sample:
My study of “Old Onion before Composting”
“Champagne and Candlelight”
“Weird Blind Pattern”
“Flowers from a Friend”
And blow me if there wasn’t this shot of trees:
I immediately thought, “That looks like Paris.” And, when I checked the metadata, indeed it was.
Hope the kid has as much fun with that camera as I did.
Speaking as someone who grew up with the daily body count from the Vietnam War on the six o’clock news, I have to say that “seeing” the Russian invasion of Ukraine is slightly surreal.
I think it’s mostly the juxtaposition between Ukrainians carrying
on with their lives in some cases alongside Russian tanks. Because the
artillery bombardments and missile and air strikes—well, we’ve been seeing
those in Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria and other places for a decade. But in Ukraine—it’s
like you do your grocery shopping and then tell the Russkies to piss up a rope as you walk out the door.
And, of course, it’s all captured on your mobile phone and posted
to SoMe.
There’s a level of fearlessness and naked courage that informs
these videos, running the gamut from soldiers to your ordinary civilians.
Here a few examples of what I mean.
Border guards stationed on Ziiminyi Island in the Black Sea were
ordered by the captain of a Russian warship to surrender or be killed. The
reply was right in line with that of Anthony McAuliffe at Bastogne in the previous
world war (look it up, children):
Early reports indicated that in the ensuing air and shipboard
attacks, all the border guards had been killed. As of this writing, however, there
are some hopes that they’ve been taken prisoner.
Then we have a kind of Tiananmen Square moment:
And then there was this guy driving down some road and finding a
broken-down convoy. (Russians are literally running out of fuel; people—wars are
won on logistics. Lack of fuel for the tanks was one of the things that doomed
the Battle of the Bulge; see above about McAuliffe.)
It reminds me of Seamus Heaney’s “Requiem
for the Croppies”. In the case of the Croppy Boys of 1798, the barley in
their pockets was their ration, not a curse from a defiant enemy. But—given the
supply issues the Russians seem to be experiencing—these soldiers might be
grateful for any nutrients.
This invasion is an international crime, cooked up by an autocrat
who appears to be unstable and entirely capable of ratcheting up the conflict
to the nuke stage. Additionally, he has a cyber arsenal that carries
considerable bang for the buck, and it can damage the entire world. We are all
in danger.
So, on this Gratitude Monday as we all face the consequences of
Putin’s glory-hounding at the expense of his neighbors, I’m choosing to be
grateful for the strength and resilience of the Ukrainian people, the badassery
of Ukraine’s leadership and the general attitude of everyone there that
Russians can fuck all the way the hell off.
Oddly, I’m also grateful for the non-combat use of economic
sanctions by most of the rest of the world (seize the yachts, properties,
aircraft, limos and financial assets of Putin and all his oligarchs; see how
they like having their kids home from Swiss and English boarding schools and
all their mistresses’ credit cards shut down) that will make life very
difficult for the rogue nation.
I am also in complete awe of the thousands of Russians who have
taken to the streets throughout the country to protest the war. Ditto the people of Putin's puppet state, Belarus. They are
literally risking their lives to tell Putin to get stuffed. These people have
brass ones.
And I’m grateful for the efforts of people around the world to
support Ukraine however they can. (Looking at those hundreds of Romanians at
the Ukraine border with bags of food, cartons of water and boxes of supplies to
keep their neighbors fed, hydrated and able to diaper their babies. I’ve also
donated to World Central Kitchen, which is on
the Polish border, feeding Ukrainian refugees.)
In the midst of an event highlighting the greatest evil people can
do, we are suffused with examples of the best, as well. For that, I give
thanks.
