Friday, July 4, 2014
A premise
I realize that I have allowed the anger and abuse experienced as a child to turn into self abuse. To become excuses to not be alive & rational, (at least is that not our razion de et tare?). My greatest fault is that I have lived my life doing so very little to move myself with compassion and more importantly to me, the world, away from the consumption of way too much shit. OK maybe that is an "ego" trip, to have such a goal for a life.
Yet realisically, based on growing population. As well as literately blind greed and capitalist avarice. Which has not even had the grace to uplift the species, But in shear hubris, the 1% seems to be incapable or disinterested in compassion or moral equality: except as empty words.
Do you recall the old SF stories (now likely movies) about “evil” people (always someone else?) development and release of bio-weapons, or aggression? Obviously this is not an answer; because death imposed, rather than life given freely, will never make meaningful social and humanitarian change. I mean, Christ. We we are not dying for “their sins, but our own. . . More on this later. . .
Sin of course is simply a word meaning mistake, and life for me, has mostly been a mistake of inaction. And worse, of greed, and hubris. I do not "enjoy" recommending it at all, but there has to be a huge culling of the human capacity for environmental destruction, for both our moral and emotional "spiritual" growth. Not to mention our species survival in balance to "the garden" we have been lovingly given. Or rudely invaded, it's not a "closed"perspective.
I don’t know that any real discussion is had over the social and moral value of consumer commodities and even simple human impact on the planet’s bio-sphere, except by folks like Derrik Jensen, who get no respect or fraction of the audience they deserve.
We as a species seem to be incapable or morally unwilling, to consider our place in the planet, (remember, were 3 miles deep in a gaseous atmosphere) much less the Universe, not as “bold explorers” or even as mere proto-sentient beings. Slowly beaming aware of our own hyper violent natures, irrational behavior and lack or stewardship. Or "Constitutionally incapable to be honest" about what violence, manufacturing and capital truly imply.
I don’t think it’s unusual anymore (as it was in the ’60’s) to argue that we have no more right to a “manifest destiny” as Americans to the world Than humans have a right too manipulate or destroy more than a small 20% ? of the sustainable biosphere. If one is mature, I believe that is proven in restraint. Peace is the way.
Yet realisically, based on growing population. As well as literately blind greed and capitalist avarice. Which has not even had the grace to uplift the species, But in shear hubris, the 1% seems to be incapable or disinterested in compassion or moral equality: except as empty words.
Do you recall the old SF stories (now likely movies) about “evil” people (always someone else?) development and release of bio-weapons, or aggression? Obviously this is not an answer; because death imposed, rather than life given freely, will never make meaningful social and humanitarian change. I mean, Christ. We we are not dying for “their sins, but our own. . . More on this later. . .
Sin of course is simply a word meaning mistake, and life for me, has mostly been a mistake of inaction. And worse, of greed, and hubris. I do not "enjoy" recommending it at all, but there has to be a huge culling of the human capacity for environmental destruction, for both our moral and emotional "spiritual" growth. Not to mention our species survival in balance to "the garden" we have been lovingly given. Or rudely invaded, it's not a "closed"perspective.
I don’t know that any real discussion is had over the social and moral value of consumer commodities and even simple human impact on the planet’s bio-sphere, except by folks like Derrik Jensen, who get no respect or fraction of the audience they deserve.
We as a species seem to be incapable or morally unwilling, to consider our place in the planet, (remember, were 3 miles deep in a gaseous atmosphere) much less the Universe, not as “bold explorers” or even as mere proto-sentient beings. Slowly beaming aware of our own hyper violent natures, irrational behavior and lack or stewardship. Or "Constitutionally incapable to be honest" about what violence, manufacturing and capital truly imply.
I don’t think it’s unusual anymore (as it was in the ’60’s) to argue that we have no more right to a “manifest destiny” as Americans to the world Than humans have a right too manipulate or destroy more than a small 20% ? of the sustainable biosphere. If one is mature, I believe that is proven in restraint. Peace is the way.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Some strange movement: 2006
Up late, I rise reluctantly, groggy and a bit
grumpy. The depressive extremes of yesterday’s
emotions still echoing through me. I wish for a different
emotions still echoing through me. I wish for a different
experience, fearing to repeat the recent past.
Often "my" sufferings seem so personal,
objectionable,
objectionable,
some inane reason.
Or lack thereof.
The habits of shame, depression and despair
Or lack thereof.
The habits of shame, depression and despair
so believable, so much more poingent than
any pleasure.
Pleasure, that often seems, impersonal.
Pleasure, that often seems, impersonal.
not unlike the belief of truth, bliss and joy that
Juxtapose my emergent awareness of existence.
I seek or gravitate toward the “good” all the while
Contrasting my suffering against the whole of humanity
All of my experiences feel so personal or conversely distant
This dialectic of seeking attention & approval,
Juxtapose my emergent awareness of existence.
I seek or gravitate toward the “good” all the while
Contrasting my suffering against the whole of humanity
All of my experiences feel so personal or conversely distant
This dialectic of seeking attention & approval,
or
not giving a fuck at all
From those I know & love or those
From those I know & love or those
or the greater majority of those I don’t.
It seems
It seems
I mirror the world
albeit imperfectly.
Requiem 4/2008
Love brought us together
Anger and pain
the catalytic stretching in the mix
the catalytic stretching in the mix
We are not alone in separate journeys
This path is holy
others
and shadows come and stay
others
and shadows come and stay
Sleep safe and wake in peace,
you are free canim
And from as close as affar,
I whisper prayers of blessing
Love on the evening breeze.
And from as close as affar,
I whisper prayers of blessing
Love on the evening breeze.
I love I.T. (from 2009)
I fucking love the irony of computers & black websites so obscure that the government funds them and still has no idea they exist. . .
running black op's so strange, they occasionally do some good
Most of the time just torturing innocent people
like we do ourselves, and those we love
so much we cannot believe what we do
And still we say "I love you"
The same word in birth & suicide.
So it struck me how much i use my computer to connect
my last 5 relationships came via the internet
women i would have married, except for their intelligence
why i continue in this folly of imagination
defies my own. Paradox of choice.
running black op's so strange, they occasionally do some good
Most of the time just torturing innocent people
like we do ourselves, and those we love
so much we cannot believe what we do
And still we say "I love you"
The same word in birth & suicide.
So it struck me how much i use my computer to connect
my last 5 relationships came via the internet
women i would have married, except for their intelligence
why i continue in this folly of imagination
defies my own. Paradox of choice.
2009
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