#the bern

BERNIE RAISED OVER 4 MILLION DOLLARS WITHIN 12 HOURS OF ANNOUNCING HIS PRESIDENTIAL BID

WE GOT THIS GUYS LET’S GET THIS SHIT DONE

Among the excesses of a perfect spring day, of ferns, allées, of buds and birds, of distinct and individual flowers, and herds in hygienic hats, there

comes a roar too close to ignore but too distant to decipher. It is the chorus of young and fretful Brooklynites for Bernie.

It reminds me of the sound ballparks used to make when approached from city streets in certain kinds of weather: you could hear the crowd before you saw the place and from the crowd

you knew the score. Today, Bernie is winning. Might botany’s fragile pastels tremble at that shape of sound or is the wind contributing to political pressure on the vernal home?

The man has not a chance of being nominated. But on a such a day as this anything is possible. The noises are the vocal equivalents of show time at Yellowstone or

roller coaster panic, a rhythmic swell beneath a soloist of sorts as practiced in the Masses of medieval chant; it goes from roar to whisper, always in acclimation.

What the natural world thinks of Bernie is irrelevant; it has other fish to fry. Like ancient carp ascending with open fish lips from depths of the oriental garden pool

for bread and selfies. If the collision of two massive stars—each thirty times the size of our sun—changes the distance between a pair of mirrors in Huntsville, Alabama four one-thousandths of the diameter of a proton