Woodstock, CT: Spring.

weeps, cringes, shakes. It’s wrong, simply wrong, what’s going

answer. The answers will come, if they come, when they come, to you, to others, but don’t fill in the emptiness of the protest with positive suggestions before their time. First, protest! I don’t know what should be done about most of the major political dilemmas, but my gut (my soul, my heart, my skin, my eyes)

Hillman, J. (2006). City and soul. Putnam, CT: Spring.

“revolution.” By revolution he means: “turning over. Not development or unfolding, but turning over the system that has made you go into analysis to begin with—the system being government by minority and conspiracy, official secrets, national security, corporate power, et cetera”

When we put ourselves “in a position where [we] are having to imagine how to do new things. That is revolution” (p. 218).

realize . . . [that] society if dysfunctional. The political process is dysfunctional. And we have to work on cures that are beyond my cure. That’s revolution” (Hillman, 1992, pp. 218-219).

don’t know how to do the right thing. I don’t even know what’s right. I have no answer. But I sure smell something wrong with the government . . .

eat is not right, where the air I breathe is not right, where the architecture in which I spend my time assaults me, the lighting and the chairs and the smells and the plastic are not right. Where the words I hear on TV and are printed in the newspaper are lies, where the people who are in charge of things are not right because they are hypocritica