Roman Polanski

I had to think about if for a minute, just to remember who he is, I had him confused with Jackson Pollack. . . 

Can you tell I don't follow the rich & famous? Rule number one in being cool in my book.

Thankfully I don't hold others to it, after all, they cant help that they choose to expose themselves to media, film and hype. Although I do remember in retrospect seeing his films and liking them. I love that this came up, it's a rich topic to sound off on all my inane personal positions which if I'm lucky, you will find contradictory, paradoxical, thought provoking and yes, totally irrelevant.

 

First of all, this arrest stinks! I mean why him, why now. . .  Your telling me for thirty years the French have resisted all U.S. attempts to prosecute this case? There was no time in thirty years the French needed a favor from us with extradition? I don't think so.

 

American & global corruption, media spin and distracting the public from the loss of the North Polar ice pack, the inalienable right of Iran to Nuclear Weapons (for defensive purposes of course, like Israel) and the rest of  world governments. God Obama's hypocrisy about a nuclear weapon free world is unbelievable!

Why do we get so scared at other people having weapons like ours? ? ? Could it come down to Empire and Greed and Oppression no, what could I be thinking, we are the GOOD guys right, freedom, equality, free trade in plutonium etc. . .

 

What's up with Switzerland! ? ? I mean the man lives there part time, owns a house and now all of a sudden they decide to arrest them at the behest of the US on a thirty year old warrant? Remember these are the guys who helped the Nazis even after the fall or the Third Reich, meanwhile supplying the guards for the Pope, another hate monger. . . Gota love them, there as conflicted and screwed up as the rest of us. If it weren't for Carl Jung I'd say write off the country to the Germans and the French. But I love Carl more than Jo Campbell. . . If it weren't for him Psychology would be truly fucked instead of just about as useful as any other new age approach.

 

Now onto the my spin of the facts. He's a rapist and child molester. Fact. OK and rich and famous and not going to do any time. Fact. His victim has forgiven him, so at this point all that is to be gained is allot of grandstanding by the some Judges and Prosecutors, who apparently, violated there own rules. . . this is a good laugh.

 

All my opinions about his childhood, his parents and Sharon Tate are really beside the point. This is just some weird trip of the US judicial system and its obscene obsession with punishment, fear mongering and oppression of poor minorities than justice, fairness or truth. If we were interested in that we'd be prosecuting corporations and not people. The fact that Roman was arrested is just another note in the lousy symphony as the ship of world "civilization" sinks. The band plays on. . .

ZPG

I've been reflecting on not having children recently. I've been generally happy with the situation most of my life with a few periods of intoxication with the idea. It only happens in the first few months of a new relationship, and then it's a consistent fantasy that brings pleasure. Yet a few months or years later I find myself both relieved and grateful I'm apparently shooting blanks.

 

Some of my best friends are parents, breeder is somewhat pejorative, yet it's clear that while busy and engaged with activity, they are often far less available for reflection and free time than myself.

 

Yet for me the issue that decided the issue was not happiness but reason. Or what passed for it when I was a child. When I was an adolescent in the early 70's I became acutely aware of the diminishing open space on the planet & concurrent death to every other species on the planet, which I actually feel responsible for and deeply connected with.

As well as increasing pollution and strife for economic resources. All of these issues were (and remain) directly tied to population growth. I had never heard of Gandhi at the time but knew that this was one thing I could do to make the world better, not replicate. I think the decisions we make when young are often far more reflective of our souls desire and purpose (if such a thing exists), than the decisions, free or forced upon us, as adults.

 

So for me, the issue as a nascent environmentalist was clear doesn't replicate. I have never found any argument that diminishes the environmental degradation that population growth entails. This also begs the question of why economic models are always based on growth. Could we not model a society and economy based on sustainability rather than lust for material objects and transitory experiences?  I don't know, I'm not doing so well in that department myself (lust and transitory experiences) I crave pastry and chocolate and caffeine lately, still appreciate beauty and quiet and attention. I don't think this is bad per say, what I think is it's interesting and useful to consider the costs and implications of our desires and if and how desire affects choice (again, if such a thing exists).

Just thoughts

I think of people I love, that inspire me and I cry. I want so badly to be of service to people, to share something of beauty or value and I fail to imagine how that might look. Sometimes I think that is the primary failure, the loss of ability or courage to dream of a better world. It is so easy to be nihilistic, fatalistic and depressed. It is a challenge to be and express the love and joy that is the truth of this embodiment of life called “me”. And then, in a moment it all shifts. There is a seeing, that while other expressions are beautiful and perfect, so is my own. And in judging and criticizing myself, I create and continue a pattern that is not the love that I am. So perhaps, I can just be who I am, breathe, love and enjoy. May we all do so.

Friday, September 11, 2009

The dead rest uneasy
While flames cover the earth
“Small Wars” good 4 busines$
Insanity at it’s worst. How to see
Ourselves in everything & nothing-
ness too. All the violence in the world
Imperfectly reflected human residue.

Your always know sweet baby,
that i long to come home to you
Something always sought and never found
Or found and lost in every moments time
This bliss in every moment
And weeping with it too
Cries of souls like murder
Are those of birthing too?

I’d like to think when I die
With a smile upon my face
All those love and lost
Home inside of “me”

Old Musing

Traffic reminds me of the sea.

The cry of the gulls,

Reminded of origins

return to visit

the water

piscine movement

and knowing,

the silence of being.

 

 

as you read this,

Could you

Just a little bit,

for no reason

something beautiful

is around you,

that stirs your gratitude

just for fun,

Enjoy

 

Feb 1, 2006 9:58 pm 1732 Views

It is clear that at some level I am almost always looking for love and approval especially from those close to me. As I am looking outside myself for "you" (or another) to give me something I want, (approval, love, etc.) I am compromised in my ability to be honest with you (remember, I'm looking for love here.) I am rather likely to treat you very carefully so I can get what I think I "want". If this is going on in both people unseen, it will be very difficult to sustain the relating in the face of this tension between getting what we want and being honest with ourselves about what we feel and want in that moment atempting to "get". At a very deep level I suggest that no one else can make me happy, at best I can find people who are happy and hang out with them, but if I'm feeding off their happiness it will be a short time until I see that they are not quite making me happy in the way I want. A friend once pointed out that when I say, "I love you" to someone what I am really saying might also be expressed as "I'm happy and I think it has something to do with you". The converse would be "I hate you" to be interpreted as "I'm unhappy and I think it has something to do with you" This is definitely a minority opinion. However it does allow us the opportunity glimpse what is possible with a very small shift of focus, that my happiness in this moment is largely determined by whether or not I am contracted into my sympathetic nervous system or utilizing my capacity to enjoy the moment, which happens when I relax, enjoy, and appreciate the beauty that is. This is difficult if we do not remember that we have been raised and live in a global energetic field contraction of and suffering . . . Ultimately people will be far likelier to relax, love & enjoy when I do, and that relaxation happens when we see that contracting serves us not at all. If we believe that tensing up will help, when will we stop?

 

 

Feb 1, 2006 2:00 pm 1613 Views

This Longing, it Does not stop It changes every moment And returns like the tide Rising, falling, in it's own beautiful music like the moon. Shedding light Revealing beauty As I circle, shedding knowing Longing for the emptiness In that rhythm. 6/03/2005

 

The Shoreline

Jan 30, 2006 4:31 pm 1584 Views

I have always been afraid of the sea As a child I nearly drowned any number of times Not that I have ever stayed away From that luminal space Between the shoreline and the sea Where things appear to chase me, or run away I can either meet or retreat, from my life What is there now, will never be the same And what was then is gone forever Not to hurt or please me again Except through the mirror of memory. We are all there, between the tides rising and falling Letting no one we love leave this shore of being Except to travel away to the dry land of conviction Or deep into surrender. WCW June 7th 2005

 

 

Poem for the ocean	Jan 26, 2006 1:16 pm 1690 Views
I am lost out at sea, far beyond the horizon The shore a distant memory being carried along not even trying to swim, i make feeble movements of surrender and resistance that make absolutely no difference yet bring unsought grace to life

 

 

I am That	Jan 26, 2006 1:11 pm 1642 Views
I am not this wanting I am not even this pain I am somewhere else Deeper, Meaning full Free These Habits of desire are not living They are a habitual dying of choice To surrender to what is Or suffer, endlessly Continually Wanting 15 April 2005

 

 

Back in my fathers house	Jan 21, 2006 2:29 pm 1778 Views
I saw the mess in the basement Was being cleaned Repairs were being made You must start there In the blood and the mud To seek anew the foundations laid Beneath every thing The essence there, is plain to see Surrounding us everywhere Behind the gun, held to our head, Is an amazing place There's no one there, and nothing else Can ever begin to compare So it's up to you. WCW 11/23/2005

 

 

Musings on baggage (from last june)

Jan 21, 2006 2:29 pm 1889 Views

i think about the past and what i thought I did want that now gives me nothing but pain: so so bittersweet, the loss of all the beautiful young women who loved, that left all the beautiful young women who loved, that i left these endless drama's of heartbreak such a beautiful story but so wearying to the soul. my limited vocabulary has failed me again More confusion than truth this dazed walking around in the dark

 

 

117 words on Mr. Cohen

Jan 20, 2006 10:30 pm 2194 Views

If I had "a secret life" I would die, because I could not keep it secret from you. Still I know where I find my pleasure, and I know what it will hold No mater where I find my self going, of course I return to the bank On bogie street that hold the mortgage on my soul. I gaze through the window confused, have I not been here before The buzzer to enter, the guard at the door I know I was robbed here a long time ago. I walk by quickly trying not to remember With who and for what and how there It all came to me this morning My father really did care.

 

 

No choice	Jan 20, 2006 8:02 pm 885 Views
But to love Any option leaves us smaller And the world darker Wanting this light To see the path That is before me 20/1/2006

 

 

Limits? Jan 20, 2006 8:38 am 761 Views I am here do not ask more of me I am all that I can be No striving for any greater love Or happiness will bring us A better experience I cannot be the answer I am only the question Like narcissus looking for my reflections I find no answer, only peace From prosecution and my heirs. Wanting is pure hell Only solace found in surrender Calling from emptiness Recalling the price of separation This merging breaks my heart To empty again, only to find Fruition in the filling once more. 19/1/2006 Edit Post   Hide Post 1 comment

Torture Jan 19, 2006 6:18 pm 735 Views I cannot tell you what pattern drives This pain, into my heart, again and again I do know, whatever love I found Was always there, is now there. And will remain. So Why? do I return to this Missing the last object, the focus of my desire That is unavailable. Now, I am left only this wandering. Lost in being, then returning, to peace. April 27th 2005 Edit Post   Hide Post 0 Comments

Foreign object Jan 19, 2006 9:23 am 1002 Views This sliver is it in my throat, or my heart? or are there two wounds like gifts separate yet complimentary, or is this mantra in my throat, the only obstruction blocking attempts at true speech "I don't want to hurt you" an old memory from childhood buried in the rubble of trauma whispering out of the tears I am left wondering who was being addressed? WCW 1/19/2006 Edit Post   Hide Post 1 comment

Fire Jan 13, 2006 9:40 pm 759 Views To burn, the flame must be fed, Give it all your wanting, every single desire All the fucked up, held back, never satisfied, Absolute hungering for love. All the fear of abandonment: Be alone with this burning All else falling aside, crumbling like towers in the flames Shiva Dancing in your heart of your homeland Burning everything you tried to keep safe, hold dear, protect. Feed it the love you have. The love you wanted Every tear, every orgasm, every last piece of shit All of it and more, nothing held back Or else spend your life in this fire, until you become old, and careful with fuel, Nurturing this small, precious flame. Every last dream of succor No one, nothing held back even this last small wanting. . . Burning Being: Annihilated Edit Post   Hide Post 0 Comments

Here Jan 12, 2006 6:29 pm 724 Views I stand again in this place Where nothing moves, no vision or stir of breath within Nyx's realm Without: bodies, sensations, a furry, the fire of motion Blind to what I see and denying what is before me at what speed does violence move in the heart ? how quick the defensive patterns response? who sacrifices to Ares in the green fields outside the city whose fine white stallions slaughtered with Krishna's Oxen ? in this fog of war that pervades the land. 1/12/2006 Edit Post   Hide Post 0 Comments

For better or worse, my own. Jan 12, 2006 10:55 am Mood: melancholy, 715 Views Betrayal in a novelty only once The ashes of bonfires mark the passage of my life burnt bridges, rain soaked pylons fairy circles on another shore no longer touching yet sympathetically connected loving words cannot change the past attention determines experience focus is crucial how awake, each moment can I be ? the deliverance I crave can only be found in this moment how quickly do I abandon myself? Edit Post   Hide Post 0 Comments

process Jan 11, 2006 11:59 am 828 Views Until you can earn your way Clean your den Every week/ Between the shifts Of those that care for you Clean the den of your heart Of what stain you may have laid to rest there Edit Post   Hide Post 2 Comments

three dots to many Jan 8, 2006 2:51 pm 634 Views Love is the voice at the door love is the sea rolling into your soul love is the moment not asking for anything more Uhh . . . Does size matter ? Yeah, uh hum, let's see it helps, but its the energy. . . You are so good at saying so little and then nothing at all nothing about you is quite innocent Edit Post   Hide Post 0 Comments

christmas lovers Jan 4, 2006 9:17 am 647 Views Christmas lovers I miss something often here with me I am artfully confusing sex and love are such different things. yet we do them both naked. I am not what i do, or even what i am essence beyond knowing i flounder in this storm of sensation occluded by thought and re action wishing only to lie there touching you 12/25/2005

 

 

christmass museing Jan 4, 2006 9:09 am 32 Views washing dishes in the kitchen I think of children in the world I want it to be safe & peaceful Something my home rarely was. i was to live something different than the story i used, to know, to use. if you really know what i mean. so there's my meandering heart singing out to me at the window to the earth, the sky and the tree. I want to speak so clearly of meaning That can only be found in the moment that continues a song held unbroken through every soul whether base or high we come round again to this moment the sun setting on the year nigh What we call forth into being this year could well be the last many see I ask that we all tread lightly its only one boat in the sea. WCW 12/24/2005   0 Comments This post is hidden. Edit post to unhide it.  Click to permanently delete.

words Jan 3, 2006 5:05 pm 596 Views A meditation for the Earth Body of star-ash, given form through water and desire Fired transformation, of old ancestral stories Moving through deep water darkly in to the light and shadows of the shallows, Quickened in movement and birthed in slow contraction after long gestation. This cosmos, this world, our bodies and our children Hold our deaths within their hearts To feel oneself as separate from the mother is Hubris Thought is a gift from the father with clear responsibility To return, deepen and embrace this re-late-ing To my family, my cousins, my ancestors is the re-membering of maturity. I may hold my body as a gift from Tumpallo My Intellect a function of Tingan, with A clear connection of the earth: community and abundance. Is it any wonder that I feel alone when I forget or deny this, Is it any wonder the bliss I am when I surrender too it's embrace? Give and it shall be given to you is an old adage. Our attention and intention are our most precious Gifts to share with the rapidly changing dream For they shape and hold, what is to come. Awareness imbedded in contextual space-time This dance partner of "now" is a beautiful chimera Quickening our breath into this body, time, & place So much is dying at our species hands Our species like a mindless virus the mother /father has birthed To destroy or make ready the earth / her-our body For a another beginning, awareness, peace That begins now, long ago, in a moment. 11/15/2005 Edit Post   Hide Post

 

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Truth or fiction?

 

 

Gravitating toward position

There is a knowing of truth

Patiently, the blacksmith

Hammers the blade

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