Let's Get It On!

So August 24, the eclipse has taken place and so far world disaster hasn't leapt forward yet, just that overall world disaster schlepping onward ….  or is it the world phenomenon of Love Wins and a multitude of effortless sweethearts overwhelm —  the brief surge of neo nazism… but let's be frank. Nazism Shmatzism this crap isn't going anywhere these young fools of America, are mostly lost American fools, not far removed from me …  Who's your Daddy? Remember that saying …. How long did it take you to separate yourself from your parents perspective of life? 

  I mean it. Can we all acknowledge that the inherited perspective of our parents is pretty powerful and some of us take a little longer than others in finding out that despite everything we hold near and dear that sometimes we must stretch our necks out there and say….  say what? …. say… maybe I'll look at the world with fresh eyes? 

  I love the defenders of America on the Right and the Left and even more so if they were the defenders of the Ecological Systems of North America or the Planet, but that is a distant dream as everyone wants  'everything now' and yes we are all caught up in our own compromises.  Do you really feel the need to always buy 'the upgrade'…. don't you ever want to just say take your s*** and shove it ... to the purveyors of the New. Isn't that a position that may not be either Left or Right.

  So if there was some ‘Alt Right Asshole’ gathering and then we would have the Alt Left Assholes.. we ain't gonna let them get away with 'Hate' .. those Fuckers Ill get my baseball bat and defend multiculturalism to the end… Beautiful. It's so good to finally have a world where we can just flat out go to War again. Let's kick Ass!! 

  Enough of that. i mean it come on people.. Dig this (as they used to say back in the 60's.. Dig this…) The number one enemy continues to be ourselves.. as Pogo eternally reminds us of. The young or even old fools can be redeemed, quit giving into self-righteous fear…. oh oh oh Fascism! Wake up Humans the crap that went down in the Obama administration was terrible .. go back to sleep. the Frog is waking up kicking …. Doubling the population in your lifetime seems inevitable but it is not pretty and you should wake up! from France to Sweden to Germany to America your local communities matter. The fabric of your communities matter. A world of incessant growth… of the Human Population is a disaster. A people who promote the incessant growth of the Human Population are blind, you might think Oh.. there is plenty of room look at all that space on the Great Plains… on behalf of Sitting Bull and the Bison and every person who has some love of Nature in America say no! 

  Let's rethink this. .  I think that within 3 generations we can pass the word across the Planet and the Children rewarded and loved for not bringing more Children into the world and we will be on our way to a Sustainable Planet with a People from every corner of the Globe who are the new Indigenous People and would not think about abandoning the homes of there ancestors for the promise of more wealth…  but are empowered to make there homes in Oaxaca, Ireland, Kenya or some remote Island in the South Pacific the greatest place on the Planet and the people of the US are with you a 100 Percent . .. and heck yes lets travel on 'Green Trails' ... and we are ready to flip the Corporate Greed and Control of the Planet around 100 Percent and 'Let's Get it On' as Someone Once Said!

Zombie ... Redux

   I'll try this chapter over again..

 
 On waking from a Zombie Nightmare-----

   A lid to a frying pan fell off a chair, a desk, a dresser… the clang reverberated through my ears/my mind as it hit the floor. It was about 2AM. I had been asleep up until just a minute before. The dull Clang matched my brainwaves ..somehow this Clong!, I guess the lid had landed on some piece of clothing or newspapering... as I lay pondering the dream, life, why did it seem so real…? the dream.. ? and then, as I lay in bed. Clong! I swear I hadn't moved or disturbed it.

  Awakened and chilled to the bones from a nightmare.. where I was the last man on Earth fighting like Hell, cajoling, begging, arguing, dream state, at  a beach after the waves had repeatedly swept through my cabin/tent and I was on the shore and people kept arriving at the beach and don't eat it… 'Don't eat that shit!' it was me trying to tell the People, they wouldn't listen they behaved like they were already zombies. They reached down and grabbed something it looked alive they ate… then there eyes glazed and they were gone. Don't do it! Don't I can't remember as the dream's images begin to evaporate. My fellow worker Eli --- I can depend on Eli.. reached for a bigger fish he grasped it in two hands it was actually small. I couldn't stop him. I looked around. I couldn't stop anyone. I wanted to turn away maybe if I could shoot the food first and reveal the the alien green crud it it is actually made of.. people would stop… people might join me… they might save themselves, it was hopeless.. the only one left was going to be me.. what good is me alone. Life was coming to an end.

  I lay in bed. I breathed through the intensity of the Fear that had swept my emotions in dream state, now awake, sort of…. Clong!

  I turned on a light. I paused for a moment to look at the lid on the floor. Why did the lid fall? Why did my dream happen? … at so near the same time. What If I am the Zombie what if everyone else knows the truth and I have convinced myself of an alien plot to turn the people towards a slavery ...... , that just might be the construct of a Free Mind… with too much imagination.

  At my chaotic desk i turn on my old Mac Book that I bought last year again trying to maintain some connectivity to humankind.. at least what is called connectivity. (what is called humankind) I have no internet connection in my cabin.

  First I picked up my acoustic guitar, my beat up Spanish style made in Mexico guitar who once before had survived a frying pan lid falling on it in this same 11x7 cabin. My woodshed. My Cave in the hills. My Mexican Guitar … Find some thing to play.. make up a song of 'Resistance' I thought… The guitar was out of tune… my tuners battery was almost gone.. The strings tightened up but.. 'Use your ears you lazy musician' I said and gradually tuned it, got it -- struck three chords DGA …

  But I wanted to grasp that dream and the Clang before it faded away and so opened up the MacBook and started typing.

  Meanwhile right next to me on the desk is the issue of Nation magazine, front page story 'Zombie Ideology' It was given to me by my landlord, he made some comment as he handed me the magazine… he thought I might be interested in 'Zombie Ideology'  I think I have had the article by my bedside for almost a week. Why have I dragged my feet reading it. 'Zombie Ideology'

  The article begins like this… 'The Global tide of Populism, right and left is sweeping neoliberal ideology inexorably into it's grave, and none too soon. The neoliberal agenda pushes globalized markets, the entrepreneurial individual, and states that use technocratic means to pave the way for maximum market efficiency.'

   I wish it would sweep it away.

   Earlier today i leaned over the wall and listened to friends in a band called 'Koolerator' on the patio at Peri's Bar. On the way home… (My ears are weakened by bad listening habits and getting old… Can't stand in front of a band's Amplifiers like I used too .. though Darren's Sunday show at the Paper Mill had me for a good long set..) 'I hear you have been banned from Fairfax?' a friend asks me. Not true just being me… haven't been banned yet.

  Try harder Guy keep speaking your inner thoughts in your inner guide to Liberty and see who wants to ban you.

  In the meantime ..... I am a zombie again today. Consciousness is everything.
Inner thoughts what inner thoughts? Where is the rhythm and joy?

Who is responsible?

http://www.latimes.com/nation/la-na-charlottesville-witnesses-20170815-story.html


If you claim to be for understanding, harmony, the unity of races etc....
Isn't their a high bar you should set for yourself. There is an Alt Left -- though just passionate young idiots convinced that they serve the greater good, and probably inner fascists who just really want an excuse to beat, kill and otherwise destroy 'evil' as it exists in other humans.  Mirrors of the Opposition.

The lives of Martin Luther King and Ghandi is the standard of behaviour in confronting 'evil'.

Yes Trump could have more forcefully said Nazi's and White Supremacists are completely irrelevant
to this country that supposedly wants to be Great Again. Yes the counter demonstrators share responsibility.

.. your Reverences and Worships

August 10, 2017

So… your Reverences and Worships, it is a fine hour to be fast asleep and not quite so --- to feel an urge, a responsibility to tap tap on a keyboard telling a little story --- that will likely entertain no one..  but as an alternative to the notion of riding naked on my bicycle the mile and a half down to the Inkwell and jumping … or even chicken style… wading in, scared of every inch of wonderful cold Marin mountain water …. allright,l hill water then. hill water. To relieve this tension of existence.

 I am writing away….

 So believe it or not this night I got an early start to getting some sleep, because,  my tired brain said enough and I have to get up at 7 AM tomorrow .. However I do not remember if I slumbered or not because my flip phone is my alarm clock various buzzes kept going off .. in annoying fashion. Which is a good reminder to not send off texts in the evening unless you want people to respond at what seems to them a reasonable hour.

 So at 11:38 PM on August 9, I looked at the flip phone again… to see what day it was. About 5 minutes before I had opened up again my beautiful soft cover novel that is taking forever to read. 'Tristram Shandy' the first volumes published way way back in England sometime around 1760, I could feel that arggh!! --- tension building of brain activity (bzzzttt !)… Don't go anywhere yet. Here comes the story…

 This book, Tristram Shandy, is like an annoying but wonderful Ice Cream Cone … it never disappears … but here, read this…

  Chapter 17 Volume 5 page 306….  the chapter begins thusly…

~~~~ 'Twas nothing, ----- I did not lose two drops of blood by it ---- 'twas not worth calling in a surgeon, had he lived next door to us-----thousands suffer by choice what I did by accident,. Dr. Slop made ten times more of it than there was occasion: some men rise by the art of hanging great weights upon small wires, and I am this day (August the 10th 1761) paying part of the price of this man's imagination. ~~~~

 Zounds!! August 10…. What day is today? The author had placed that date in parenthesis August 10, 1761...

 

 You know this was the first time I recall the author, Laurence Sterne including any dates of any event in his very peculiar novel that I think almost rises to the level of Moses or Mahomet -- for at least a portion of the novel.

…. here at the desk, The Pen in an actual Inkwell is preferable to these damn computers as I look down and see that a sentence I just wrote has disappeared … but this is close to what I said a minute ago….  

  I rolled over and consulted my phone and found out it was August 9, 2017 but that was a couple of minutes ago  and now August 10 2017 has arrived… and getting damn late for me to think that anyone else has any interest in a silly coincidence. Exactly 256 years later! Hah! Make of that what you will and for sure Tristram's Dad would know it's significance.. for if you do some math you can plainly see that 4…. 4 ! ,  65 and 3/4 year old men have lived since that time. Yes 4 and Is it possible that I (65 and 3/4 of age give or take) that I and Tristram have experienced some strange coincidental convergence .. or that even if not I certainly am the 4th ..

 

     but the author continued...

    ~~ O 'twould provoke a stone, to see how things are carried on in this

world ~~~~

  The chambermaid had left no ********* under the bed: Cannot you contrive, Master, quoth Susannah, lifting up the sash with one hand, as she spoke, and helping me into the window seat with the other,----- cannot you manage, my dear for a single time to **** *** ** *** ******?

  I was 5 years old. ----- Susannah did not consider that nothing was well hung in our family, so slap came the sash like lightening upon us: Nothing is left,----- cried Susannah-----nothing is left----- for me, but to run to my country.-----

  My Uncle Toby's house was a much kinder sanctuary so Susannah

fled to it. ~~~~~

  

   It's now 2:12 AM should I continue --- knowing two trips to Santa Rosa must be completed up and back and up and back before I get to finally go to work a 5/3/4 hour shift at Safeway, Safeway, That Dickensian mass of Venality, Villainy and a Whole Lotta Love, truly, where I still work. A 5 3/4 hour shift means the good company can get by with giving you only one 10 minute break instead of the 2 equipped by law for a 6 hour shift.

  Let's jump forward and skip a few chapters to Chapter XXVI  … 26. The author is just finally getting around to the end of his digressions …

   ~~~~  Fifty thousand pannier loads of devlls----(not of Archbishop of Benevento's, ----- I mean of Rabelais's devils), with their tails chopped off by their rumps, could not have made so diabolical a scream of it as I did ---- when the accident befell me: it summoned up my mother instantly into the nursery, ----- so that Susannah had but just time to make her escape down the backstairs, as my mother came up the fore.~~~

 Jezus Christmas Guy!  Go to sleep! No circumcisions for you tonight.. Praise the Lord!

Zombies

    On waking from a Zombie Nightmare-----

   A lid to a frying pan fell off a chair, a desk, a dresser… the clang reverberated through my ears/my mind as it hit the floor. It was about 2AM. I had been asleep up until just a minute before. The dull Clang matched my brainwaves ..somehow this Clong!, I guess the lid had landed on some piece of clothing or newspapering... as I lay pondering the dream, life, why did it seem so real…? the dream.. ? and then, as I lay in bed. Clong! I swear I hadn't moved or disturbed it.

  Awakened and chilled to the bones from a nightmare.. where I was the last man on Earth fighting like Hell, cajoling, begging, arguing, dream state, at  a beach after the waves had repeatedly swept through my cabin/tent and I was on the shore and people kept arriving at the beach and don't eat it… 'Don't eat that shit!' it was me trying to tell the People, they wouldn't listen they behaved like they were already zombies. They reached down and grabbed something it looked alive they ate… then there eyes glazed and they were gone. Don't do it! Don't I can't remember as the dream's images begin to evaporate. My fellow worker Eli --- I can depend on Eli.. reached for a bigger fish he grasped it in two hands it was actually small. I couldn't stop him. I looked around. I couldn't stop anyone. I wanted to turn away maybe if I could shoot the food first and reveal the the alien green crud it it is actually made of.. people would stop… people might join me… they might save themselves, it was hopeless.. the only one left was going to be me.. what good is me alone. Life was coming to an end.

  I lay in bed. I breathed through the intensity of the Fear that had swept my emotions in dream state, now awake, sort of…. Clong!

  I turned on a light. I paused for a moment to look at the lid on the floor. Why did the lid fall? Why did my dream happen? … at so near the same time. What If I am the Zombie what if everyone else knows the truth and I have convinced myself of an alien plot to turn the people towards a slavery ...... , that just might be the construct of a Free Mind… with too much imagination.

  At my chaotic desk i turn on my old Mac Book that I bought last year again trying to maintain some connectivity to humankind.. at least what is called connectivity. (what is called humankind) I have no internet connection in my cabin.

  First I picked up my acoustic guitar, my beat up Spanish style made in Mexico guitar who once before had survived a frying pan lid falling on it in this same 11x7 cabin. My woodshed. My Cave in the hills. My Mexican Guitar … Find some thing to play.. make up a song of 'Resistance' I thought… The guitar was out of tune… my tuners battery was almost gone.. The strings tightened up but.. 'Use your ears you lazy musician' I said and gradually tuned it, got it -- struck three chords DGA …

  But I wanted to grasp that dream and the Clang before it faded away and so opened up the MacBook and started typing.

  Meanwhile right next to me on the desk is the issue of Nation magazine front page story 'Zombie Ideology' It was given to me by my landlord, he made some comment as he handed me the magazine… he thought I might be interested in 'Zombie Ideology'  I think I have had the article by my bedside for almost a week. Why have I dragged my feet reading it. 'Zombie Ideology'

  The article begins like this… 'The Global tide of Populism, right and left is sweeping neoliberal ideology inexorably into it's grave, and none too soon. The neoliberal agenda pushes globalized markets, the entrepreneurial individual, and states that use technocratic means to pave the way for maximum market efficiency.'

   I wish it would sweep it away.

   Earlier today i leaned over the wall and listened to friends in a band called 'Koolerator' on the patio at Peri's Bar. On the way home… (My ears are weakened by bad listening habits and getting old… Can't stand in front of a band's Amplifiers like I used too .. though Darren's Sunday show at the Paper Mill had me for a good long set..) 'I hear you have been banned from Fairfax?' a friend asks me. Not true just being me… haven't been banned yet.

  Try harder Guy keep speaking your inner thoughts in your inner guide to Liberty and see who wants to ban you.

  In the meantime the ardent …. the ardent… I pause ---  and wait for the right wave of ardency … the true wave right from the heart where truth follows without effort. Don't wait Guy. 

.. On Navigation

 Sometimes a feeling of certain inability ... a complete void of personal Power to build affect anything a frozen ... a desire to simply fold into the flow of Life and not raise my hand to volunteer for anything to sink or float  with the stream in abject ignorance ... Why? How is it that some people accomplish so much and others.. well forget others. Me.

 Dizzy with ideas but incapable of the discipline to forge something knowing the Tenacity and singular Fire of Purpose dedicated to one idea .. necessary. As the forces of Civilization tug at me and demand Participation in the simplest matters... (maintaining a car for instance, taxes, money, rent, insurance, responsibility, family..) I need a Secretary. Wah Wah! Your'e giving me a Wah Wah!

  George Harrison's delightful comment on existence.

  What is the G.. O..  D.. factor? How do I accept? How do I take my sword and give the proper
swing at the Whirld. World. Is that the answer? The old 'Do Be Do Be Do..' of existence. Burn up your worries and don't waste another moment of Life. Hah! Rise into the daily flow paddle along where I will.. no I want to paddle to another world.. tired of the lack of the Alternative.

  It's a Vision thing people. What's the Vision Guy? Sustainable world, beautiful world.. 'Only God
Can Lead his People Back unto the Earth again' From Hamilton Camp's Quicksilver classic 'Pride of Man'. His People. Shocking ignorant song, imagine writing a song using both the word God and then His in connection ... obviously a misguided piece of 60's lyric.

  How do we even begin to live in a world where we respect our Environment as long as the Population Blossom of Humanity is not even 'acknowledged' as a .. as a.. as a .. What? A problem.
A challenge. A manifestation of Collective Blindness.. a Necessary phase of the flow of Civilization
in reaching a greater sense of Consciousness.

 The Vision is this I say.. wandering down a Path unfolding in it's Freshness of birth .. Yes We Can!
Live in a world of Life. Celebrate and awaken to a healing sense of Responsibility.. yes even 'response ability.' Cynicism Hah! Who cares?! wrap yourself around it protect my soul from Failure my own and the World's let me say Bleah everything Sucks and Me most of All!
  Phony tough guy! Look at the Millions of beautiful babies all over the earth coming into Life, and the Millions of gray hairs pondering this same Life approaching the next birth .. is this what I have left for the new ones.

  Life is one beautiful event ... We are all connected is not some hokey idiocy of the 60's it's the starting point or the basis of any actual understanding of Life on Earth. Later. I have to go to work now.

http://news.antiwar.com/2017/07/28/rand-paul-blocks-dod-authorization-until-september/

From today's NY Times: Many Republicans say the administration should not take any steps that would harm consumers.

Asked if the president should stop making the payments to insurers, Senator John Kennedy, Republican of Louisiana, said: “I don’t think anybody ought to do anything to hurt the American people. Obamacare is not working. It’s bad enough on its own. Until we can get the thing fixed, I think we have to try to maintain the status quo.”

  Me: We definitely need something new as more and more people are seeing we are screwed as long as the Medical Industrial Complex gets to preserve their
power. The actual real solution seems to me to be some kind of radical new sense of what Healthy means to an individual or a Civilization.

  It needs to start with a sense of personal sense of responsibility as to how we live our lives. Then transform that to our Communities, our 'zoom culture' of entitlement where someone else will come along to solve our problems. (Dammit! Why can't someone  'show me the way'  .. and I can relate ... just today thinking ... it is not easy Navigating through a lifetime but.. somehow we persevere or go with the flow or not..)

  I have this fantasy of a 'Service' like the Military. Only it's the Medical, it's the Health Service... ... ... hopefully we figure something out soon. Practical and Generous.