I hadn't heard any news today, so when I went to watch the Tonys — the first time I've watched live TV in years — and they started by dedicating the show to the victims in Orlando, I was like "What happened?" Then I found out.
I'm horrified and in shock, of course. Maybe the thing I'm most feeling right now is dread for the sound and fury we're about to be subject to once again — as we are every time a lunatic shoots enough people — and the inaction that will once again follow.
I've been writing this during the commercials — one advantage of live TV, I suppose. So I'd just typed "inaction" above when I paused to go back to watching. And watched and listen as Lin-Manuel Miranda accepted the Tony for Best Original Score. He wrote a sonnet for his acceptance speech, and in it spoke powerfully to today's events. He brought tears to my eyes, and I'm sure millions more. And once more helped me stave off despair.
With apologies for any transcription errors — I just had to share it:
My wife's the reason anything gets done —
she nudges me towards promise by degrees.
She is a perfect symphony of one;
our son is her most beautiful reprise.
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
until they're finished songs and start to play.
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
that nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
we live through times when hate and fear seem stronger.
We rise and fall, and light from dying embers —
rememberances that hope and love last longer,
and love is love is love is love is love
is love is love is love — cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessa's symphony; Eliza tells her story.
Now fill the world with music love and pride.