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He would be the black star, whisking away in the night. It is through art that we interpret the world around us and ideas of what else lurks beyond our understanding. He let art become his very life right down to the persona, crafted yet so wholly true. Perhaps that is the very definition of a shaman, one who can take different forms to be a medium between the real and what cannot be comprehended. I get off at the Üsküdar stop, where I walk to a cafe and sit.

The shaman is a messenger, is a rebel, is an ageless wonder whose existence is as transitory as it is permanent. To share a time with his earthly life is to be unwittingly crafted and inspired by his existence. I just wanted to point to this NYRB essay on the late writer Tony Judt.

This poetry packet includes poems for coping & discussing post-election, put together by Editor Janice Lee. That includes meditating, going for a hike, eating well, taking care of your mental and physical health needs, and hugging kittens & puppies.

Also, for some of us, there is a real an actual feat of losing access to certain services and rights in January. Fire all pundits, predictors, pollsters and anyone else in the media who had a narrative they wouldn’t let go of and refused to listen to or acknowledge what was really going on. Any Democratic member of Congress who didn’t wake up this morning ready to fight, resist and obstruct in the way Republicans did against President Obama every day for eight full years must step out of the way and let those of us who know the score lead the way in stopping the meanness and the madness that’s about to begin. Everyone must stop saying they are “stunned” and “shocked.” What you mean to say is that you were in a bubble and weren’t paying attention to your fellow Americans and their despair. He is both a creature and a creation of the media and the media will never own that. You must say this sentence to everyone you meet today: “HILLARY CLINTON WON THE POPULAR VOTE! If you woke up this morning thinking you live in an effed-up country, you don’t.

☐ Get the hug-of-approval from Jamie Iredell – photo proof necessary (aka social media photo upload).

Had he lived, he would certainly be one of the essential essayists working today. Two entries will be randomly selected based on the sheer diversity of the selection.: Michael J Seidlinger, coping, whiskey, scotch, Sidebrow Books, smiles, Two Dollar Radio, CCM-Entropy, Poor Claudia, Eraserhead Press, Lazy Fascist Press, Insert Blanc Press, easter, Open Letter Books, Les Figues press, Siglio, Phoneme Media, The Account, Noemi Press, Unnamed Press, Spring Gun Press, Black Ocean, Fence, Canarium Books, Letter Machine Editions, Action Books.

We had decades with our shaman, his words echoing in all corners, sliding in and out of our consciousness. The drawings on the cave wall become the written word, become the song, the painting, the film. I travel to the First Hill of Istanbul and begin to descend toward the mouth of the Golden Horn.

His words were prayers and salutations and his final prophecies revealed his end. The shaman has no need and every need for these mediums. I exit the tramvay at Sirkeci on the side of the hill, where I transfer to the Marmaray, a new subway line that goes underneath the mouth of the Bosporus and connects the European side of the city to the Asian side.

☐ Capture Sean Doyle on audio/video telling you an anecdote or story.

Post it to social media, tag CCM, Michael J Seidlinger, and Michael Copeland.

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