It’s ink in water, black and pouring from aside
a silver whale, maliciously harpooned.
White butterflies now flutter from the wound
and now, unbearably, its brother whale

is speared, and now it faces much the same
annihilation. Ghosts are flying out
in coveys, death is riot, death and dust
repudiating immortality.

(He is a coward killer even though
a suicide. It is a coward’s way,
to kill the innocent believing it
delivers murderers to paradise.)

It seemed like water but it’s really sky
and halos ring and decorate the day.


Done the first anniversary, 9/11/02

In China, business people have no assurance that the contracts they sign will be enforced. Even the ones with all the requisite chops. So they try to do deals that rise and fall on their own merits, and will not need enforcement. They place little stock in the possibility of recovery if the contract is breached.

This sounds like a tough place to do business, and it is. It is one reason why the invocation of relationships - guanxi - is constant, and a cliché, but not entirely misplaced.

For years Westerners thought guanxi meant knowing the right government officials so the deal could be greased through. But this is only a part, and one which is increasingly less important. What really matters is the ability to trust. If you have dealt with someone for 20 years who has always been trustworthy, there is reason to believe he or she will be trustworthy again.

You cannot substitute a Rolex and a few rounds of banquets for those 20 years. I am not convinced you can substitute anything. So people who wish to make their business future in China have to be ready for the long, long haul.

If I wanted to succeed in China I would put in place a cadre for their own Long March. They can be non-Chinese (although fluent, sooner or later, in Mandarin) or Chinese. The main requirement is that they be incorruptible. They should be prepared to work on small deals for years while they develop the relationships that will one day pay off.

In Bali are craftsmen who gather up bits
of the world overseas for fashioning windchimes
with pipes, wood and string.
On my porch hangs a Santa with wings, over chimes,
below these a totem,
the sun and the moon, back to back.

He flies into thunderstorms, and probably wonders
why his life is consigned to do battle with
Midwestern weather. The smile is engraved.
So far from home, he is lashed to the porch,
to challenge the sadness of everyday life.

The breeze comes up, and there he goes.
On Santa, on Santa.
Chime on into the night.

An erudite college roommate emails a pretty good point, nicely contrapuntal to my comment yesterday about democracy.

Between musing on the Islamic situation, and re-reading European history, I'm thinking that the greatest concept ever created by Western Civilization is the separation of church and state. Maybe more than democracy.

Election Day. I voted for my usual odd collection of Republicans, Democrats, and Libertarians. One cool surprise was a referendum calling for a new state Constitutional Convention. I voted for it, and I love the idea. We could all attend in powdered wigs.

The polling place was full, but not mobbed, a very civil group. The election workers looked to be either too young to vote, or way past 80. The voters were a wonderful collection of crotchety old ladies, moms with kids in the booth, mid-level women in those skin-tight cycling pants, guys in sweats.

I am always startled at first by the notion that each one of those people has a vote which carries exactly the same weight as mine. Then I multiply it out in my mind, seeing thousands and thousands and millions and millions of people, each of them with a brain and dreams and loved ones and pet peeves and secrets. Then, I always think, this is what makes democracy so effing great. It’s kind of a miracle. It always knocks me out.

One of the things that identifies my dying breed - liberal Republicans - is our belief in acting intelligently on the international stage. Generally the Bush administration does much better at this than the current press would admit. But there is a recent piece in the NYT that just makes me burn. Evidently the Administration is ready to attack a population-control treaty in an attempt to pander to the anti-abortion right in this county. This is wrong, and the Bush people should be careful. I could round up a whole room of people who would otherwise give money to his next campaign, but will re-think their support because of this issue.

The ancients are dancing around the room today, a rainy Sunday. First, a wonderful quote, Sullivan quoting Hitchens quoting Orwell quoting Milton: "the known rules of ancient liberty." Looking up the sonnet, there are other great lines:

That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood,
And still revolt when truth would set them free.
Licence they mean when they cry liberty...

Second, a notion from the fringe that indicates there were sophisticated people long before Mesopotamia. Really ancient.