Big Surprises Coming!
Big surprises coming!
Oops! Sorry! Not Ever!
(that’s called disappointment).
Did your mind just do
what I think it did?
Oops!
Big surprises coming!
"Belief in anything is simply a way of labeling the mystery." Chogyam Trungpa. (Continuously Morphing List of Quotes: APRIL 08; November, 2009, July 2010, June 2017)
Big surprises coming!
Oops! Sorry! Not Ever!
(that’s called disappointment).
Did your mind just do
what I think it did?
Oops!
Big surprises coming!
“Her blacks cackled and dragged.” Sylvia Plath
For the first few years after her shock
treatments, mother kept busy walking
around the house, talking to herself and
crying, but usually made a great dinner.
The stress of growing up with an actively
crazy schizophrenic is constant and
unrelenting, like having a cellmate you
can’t stand. My life was “One Flew Over
The Cuckoo’s Nest.” from the time I was
a baby. My brother was two years older, and
kept taking me out of the crib and getting in
himself. Full blown schizophrenia when he
was 35. So…..good times with two crazy
roommates. Of course, I didn’t know
anything else, so the trauma got normalized.
My family was an Albee American Family.
I played myself, the son, in an Albee play:
“All Over” about a dysfunctional American
family, like most of his plays are. It was fun
to do, and having had the trauma helped me
play the role.
It’s always the music because
that’s how we communicate with the gods,
(if you must) or, quantum resonance, if you
will: the matrix which is the ground that
matter arises from, that feels and communicates
into the phenomenal world the products of
creation and destruction…Liszt’s les Preludes
to Hitler’s invasion of Poland…Wagner opening
“2001 A Space Odyssey” Charge! Retreat!
Pull up a chair! Have something to eat! I’ll
tell you about life in a couple of songs!
You don’t need no education! You don’t
need no thought control! Now that I brought
up Hitler, we can all go home!
I’ve always written because I had to,
it was part of me. I never hoped for
fruition of fame, money, or any of
those things.
In fifty years, I’ve had three small
books published…not exactly a nose
to the grindstone output. Some people
have looked at them. Some have liked
them.
Only a few poets in my time
got famous,
made a difference,
pointed things out,
started a movement,
caused a stir,
made a living writing poetry.
Art has failed its purpose for humanity.
The arts of the Twentieth Century showed
the breakdown of conventional morality,
the rise of materialism and totalitarianism.
These artists were prophets, (as always),
that showed then what’s happening now.
When they got too loud they were bought
out or eliminated. Now the only ones left
that are telling the truth are comedians…
the ones who are not yet compromised.
Then again, maybe Art didn’t fail. Maybe
it was never that important in the first place.
For me, I have no other venue to vent what
I see as true. I’m just doing what all the other
artists do. If we stop doing, will you know
that something’s wrong?
Only one lecture needs to be given to humans
to set them on a lifetime journey of evolution
and discovery. It is how to proceed with life,
now that you know you’re living.
The means is simply to train your mind to be open
to experience. Trust your direct perception and
intuition to guide you in the proper direction.
So, yes, life didn’t come with an operating manual.
But generations of cultures with wisdom trained
their childrens’ perceptions so they would see the
world more clearly as an adult.
Humanity will have to get back to reality, or,
Nature will take it back.
Reanimation, remolecularization
does not happen in a vacuum
or a test tube
but in the liquid possibilities
presented even in conversations,
dances, lectures, exhibits, displays,
changing what we see when we look.
The more we experience through the
senses, the more connected we are
with what is, cooked through
our experience to well done wisdom.
Yes, our minds change through this
path of awakening. Organic, chemical,
electrical realignments occur to tune
the receptor to the universe so one
becomes that, to put it mildly.
At least, that’s what the gypsy woman
told me.
The re-evolution will not be televised or broadcast
but is being seen as a claymation of human clay in
Old Testament sense, that we were made of clay and
now (or, Now) what we think of evolution as change
of species over a long time period, for humans is being
changed into a new species over, maybe, a hundred years.
Imagine Dave at the end of “2001”, in his space ship,
the horizon coming at him unbearably fast……Are Us.
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
when the aliens come down, come into the house and
eat all the popcorn?
They ask you: “Take us to your leader!”
And you say: “ Uh….yeah…..well……uhh…….err….
Want some more popcorn?”
I looked at you
as long as I could
as you walked by.
You didn’t want to be seen,
tried to be invisible,
but my eyes see you.
I know you think you’re perfect
and have no pain, and my eyes
have no right to see.
Note: poem worked hard to achieve
my high standard of mediocrity.
Maybe it would be better if I didn’t write:
just sit there and try to look pretty.
“We have to keep reality in perspective.”
I tossed off that phrase to my friend who
was leaving, trying to catch a bus and
slipped on a banana peel,
so to speak,
exactly as I perspected.
All I want to do is get back to you.
I can’t remember who you were, or
how it was, or if I was even there.
Just a memory of a strange perfume
I kept looking for, over and over in
each of my beautiful lovers, which
was there. Electrochemical inception
of karma gene synapses awakening
the quantum matrix to realization, to
put it mildly, or,
your words here.
Life long learning repeats itself
but might keep things interesting.
I mean, if you just stop,
that’s it.
Not so good.
Usually, as adults, it’s a matter of
adapting, not learning something new.
If we’re still evolving, that’s not true.
Evolution means everything continually
gets more new.
The mind is what evolves all these lives.
We evolve to do better
see better
be better
meaning moar better put poetically,
(was that necessary to say?)
seeing new things is evolution.
Shakespeare’s plays evolved the
English Language.
Why do we remember
things we’ve never seen?
“The play (life) is the the thing
in which the truth is revealed.”
machine, within machine,
within machine.
I’ve seen the worst minds of my generation:
“Why don’t I have a place in the sun?
Why didn’t I get confirmed as ‘Secretary of
Whatever’ with no credentials whatsoever?
Why can’t I, a lonely terrorist, come to the USA,
be fed, housed, and given money so I can prepare
for a scare event?
Why don’t I have a government job that I could
never, ever, ever, ever, ever, no matter what, be
fired from?
Why doesn’t the world always do what I want,
and always make me happy?
You can believe me because I never lie
and I’m always right.
You wonder why
I identify
as a bunny?”
Something happened…
…and I found myself
in a jungle
on a prison break.
…and I found myself
at bat, two out,
bottom of the ninth,
down by one.
…and I found myself
on a balcony in Tepoztlan
eating pizza.
…and I found myself
at the cocktail party
from hell. “Why did I
ever write that book?”
…and I found myself
seventy years old
on a park bench,
“I wasted my life.”
…and I found myself
breathing out
for the last time.
I got those verisimilitude blues…
It seems I got nothing to lose,
as if life’s gone down the drain…
I feel like I won’t smile again.
I don’t know about you,
ain’t sure about myself,
don’t know if this world is true,
it may be a Matrix, that’s why I’m blue.
Even when I think I’m have in fun,
I can’t trace back where the fun begun.
Did I take the red pill or the blues?
I can’t be sure it’s real, can you?
Drinking coffee on a rainy day,
when I see you I don’t know what to say.
I look out the window, it may be true…
cold sky grey, mind sky blue.
Mule Skinner Blues by the Fendermen.
I discovered this by laughsinging to
Sousa marches. Just laugh the notes!
Hee is high Ha is medium Ho is low.
It will make you laugh for real and you
just keep your place in the music and
come back into it when you’re ready.
It’s just for laughs. Try it with kids.
Fred was my brother who died from
a heart attack in the shower a few years ago.
My first thought when I heard the news was:
“Good, he’s dead.”
My second thoughts were that, the fact that he
died when he did and how he did were the most
compassionate acts he ever did for anyone else,
and the greatest gift to his family.
“What?” you ask, “You didn’t love your brother?”
Let’s start to put it this way: I didn’t know I loved
my mother until after she was dead.
I never loved my brother. When we got a little
older, we constantly got into serious fights, and
I wanted to kill him. Once, I had the opportunity,
and was just about to kill him, when, suddenly,
a thought came into my mind: “It’s not your
decision whether he lives or dies.”
I just realized while writing this, that that
thought that came to me 60 years ago, didn’t
come from my mind.
Declaration of Art
I declare a state of art exists between
all artists and their sympathizers, and
the Bluetaneers (to steal from Yellow
Submarine), yes, those that would steal
beauty and replace it with a waxy facsimile.
Art will prevail because Nature is our Ally!
This art will be waged in every venue at
every possible moment! Spontaneous!
All the time art! The kids will giggle and
grow up to be saints, and the fogies will
have heart attacks! This is my plan!
Join me now!
All the COVID tests proves
is that a disease exists.
It doesn’t prove we exist.
That’s the proof
no one has ever found.
There are symptoms, of course.
But all the alchemy of philosophy
has not provided a touchstone
to transmute our ignorance to gold.
There is no insurance to provide
assurance of the next moment,
let alone what will become of us,
no prognosis for life; the present
nor the future one.
The secret nobody knows
is how square one arose.
“All matter is frozen light.” Sheldrake
NOW it all makes sense.
If you take Sheldrake’s sentence and consider
that in Tibetan Buddhism there is what’s called
the “Rainbow Body” phenomenon documented
by many first hand accounts over hundreds of
years of Buddhism in Tibet, it makes sense.
“Rainbow Body” happens when an accomplished
yogin/meditation practitioner dies and their
physical body vanishes slowly until all that is
left is hair and teeth. Light is one phenomenon
accompanying Rainbow Body. Glad to see
Western science is catching up. Penrose with
his theory of a cyclical universe, opposed to
the “Big Bang”, is synchronistically
in tune with Sheldrake’s theory.
Waiting because reality
is not currently presenting me
with the usual current of events,
one leading to the next in endless
succession if not repetition,
hence, waiting, or simply hanging
in space, and yet, even that bareness
seems to have a purpose, (an add on)
when you’re waiting for Godot…
but…maybe…
that’s how the Bible came to be,
let alone Peter, Paul and Mary.
It’s about all I can do to just be, which
is why the word “waiting” no longer
applies. Like the Zen Master said to the
novice sitting next to him: “There is
nothing ‘next’! This is it!”
It’s the silence we notice at a pause in
the action, when what happens next
isn’t clear. For a moment a glimpse of
where we all came from.
If it was a real thing, there would be woman
trying to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger,
or even Bruce Jenner in addition to seventy
year old men with 50” artificial breasts bouncing
around.
The method is one of Communist subversion.
(and you wonder why I’m not on social media?)
( P. S. I love to drive Lefties crazy on the internet.
The more of them go crazy and blow their brains
out, the better place the world will be).
Now you don’t wonder why I’m not on Social Media.
But! What I wonder is, at LBGTQ parties,
do they serve gender fluid beverages?
That Mel K…she sure is good at revealing
that Global Conspiracy…that sure is true!
How long has she been doing that now,
how many years? How long ‘til somebody
gets around to doing something about it,
I mean, now that we know? Is that what
we’re waiting for in 2024? Is that what we
were waiting for in 2020? Is that what we
were waiting for in 2016? Is that what we
will be waiting for in 2028? 2032?
Maybe it’s like what Don Rickles said
to Frank Sinatra, only to America:
“America, wake up, it’s over…you’re
through!”
Frank was emblematic of what America
was, so, it makes more sense. He was one
of America’s Brands.
I didn’t watch the video to see if I’m right.
I’m sure someone will tell me I’m wrong,
I’ll watch the video and see I’m right, we’ll
slander each other in the comments, and it
will be another day of bullshit activity in the
Communist compromised USA! Hurray!
Headline: A Crack In “The View”?
Isn’t the headline itself a crack?
Besides, I thought there were five
cracks in “The View”?
(first, I explain the joke…then, I tell it)
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You Tube is their tube and don’t you forget it!
(optical illusion: when you scan the % signs above from
left to right, at first the o’s seem to lean left, and as you scan right
they lean to the right.)
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Comments I’ve left on the internet:
—There’s a study that says relying on
studies for your opinions rather than finding
the facts for yourself makes you stupid, or,
means you’re brainwashed.
—Keep standing on your pile of certainty and
enjoy the smell.
—I identify as a genius compared to most people
that post on the internet.
—Well, there are two sides to any fence.
—Let people think what they want about me.
If it means I’m I’m not like them, that’s all the
confirmation I need.
— (in response to: “ A lot of Scottish people can’t say ‘purple burglar alarm’.”)
That’s ok. A lot of people in the USA can’t say: “The Democrats are traitors and
we need Trump back as President.”
—The best decade for music? 1960’s. If you don’t know that,
you haven’t taken enough drugs.
—The Supreme Court needs a Jester. I nominate Bill Burr.
—Response to Mark Steyn about being a foreigner living
in New England:
“I’m a USA citizen living in a small town in Mexico for
twenty years, trying to fit in. The first ten years I was always
walking around town , drunk all the time, so, nobody noticed
me.
For the last eight years I’ve been sober, wearing colorful
clothes, a tie, and rainbow socks every day when I go
downtown….which took a while for the natives to register,
but they came around. My daughter lives near Burlington.
They’ve adapted very well. They have guns.”
—France’s hypocrisy has always been evident. It’s part of
their National character, the same as the way a sullen work
ethic has always been a part of the character of Germany. A
country won’t let go of its ego unless it has to.
It took two atom bombs to make Japan let go
Two invasions, millions of lives lost in two World Wars
didn’t do it for France. Instead, they thought Jerry Lewis
was funny.
—As to the woman who set fire to herself recently. It didn’t
work for the Buddhist monks in Vietnam, and it just don’t
work. I like that artist that nailed his scrotum to the art
galley floor, or train tracks….whatever. Nail your scrotum
to the speaker’s desk! You’ll get all the publicity and then
you can do it again!
Reality ground to a pulp.
The fictitious story that does
the grinding longs to be the truth,
longs to be believed, to prevail.
“Here at Delusion Central, we
have ways to make you think.”
Find the hard truth, and hold on
for your life.
I asked for some potatoes.
She grabbed some from a bowl
and plopped them on my plate.
No wonder these people are so healthy!
Buy my products…
bye the bye, would
you buy my byproducts?
Bye, bye, Baby, bye bye.
Sometimes it goes that way,
which is a nice way of saying
bye bye, you bought it.
The more I try to fill that hole
by buying, the more empty I feel.
Ozymandias.
Anything could be the subject of a poem.
The true poem is a poem about life, because
there is only one poem and that poem is life.
I admire anyone who reads poetry of any
truth and depth of meaning, as well as
those that read mine.
Banging on the cement wall
I went downstairs to see…
they were installing tile art…
…beautiful…but it takes some
pounding…which feels like this
time in my life, being shaped into
a final product or just a finality.
So I wanted to keep writing through
the pounding, which has been my life
in any case.
It’s been nineteen years…
gone longer than I knew you.
What’s time to a pig?
Your beautiful face,
I never saw you crippled,
just a diamond smile.
When I call my Muse,
sooner or later, she takes
over the writing.
Like now, I’m just waiting
with these words as bait…
nothing’s happening.
So, I can’t say this is a poem
yet….can you? It’s just words,
waiting, ready to go. Godot?
No, that wasn’t her.
Maybe she won’t show
and you can see how I
write without her…if
there’s anything to her.
“It sounds like a long joke, and
I’m waiting for the punchline.”
What? You’re going to jump in
with a snide remark and then,
just leave? Thanks a lot!!
You see what I’m up against?
Some call it: “Yourself”.
I wanted to find out what life
was all about and be part of it as
a decent human being.
I went to a great elementary school
in Illinois in the 50’s, which was good
because that was when America was
still doing things right.
By college, education became a job
and a hurdle I had to overcome. I
realized I had a lot of work to do
just to get to a place called “normal”,
so, I started as soon as I knew how,
in my 20’s. My whole life has been
dedicated to getting back to square one.
Square one, where a momentary strawberry,
so delicious, or,
a helicopter slam dunk, so fluid, so like ballet…
sitting in a chair looking out the window at clouds,
are simple, natural enlightenment.
The myth of freedom…
the myth of God…
the myth of achievement…
on and on and on.
What else do you believe?
Did you have those thoughts,
or did they come from elsewhere?
So much illusion, trickery, fakery,
so little time.
…because they exclude all the other colors
except white (much to your chagrin) which
includes all the colors.
All people are bigoted because they have opinions.
All people are sexist because they have something
between their legs.
All people are Fascist that want an ordered society.
Reductio ad absurdum.
I’m old now,
so it shouldn’t be a problem.
I reckon it’s simply a pattern,
a projection of what I’m familiar with
that triggers that feeling in me.
It can’t take me over anymore…
…it seems I was helpless when I
was young! I can simply observe
and keep my mouth shut…(but what
if she walks towards me with that
look in her eyes like she knows?)
From a mess at birth to a mess at death,
and lots of little messes in between…even
when you do something right, or, get what
you want, the satisfaction is only temporary:
“Enjoy your temporary pleasures.” (Dilgo
Khentze, Rinpoche to an audience in Boulder).
“Nothing lasts forever” was the message of
Woodstock, resurrected by Burning Man…
Who understands Samsara is just a wash because
it says a lot but means very little while the truth
says nothing at all?
“There will be plenty of time to rest when you’re dead.”
Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, to his students.
75, no complications right now, my daughter’s in a
good place, no one says they need me, don’t think
that there’s anything left for me to do. I could die
now, and the tabula would be pretty rasa.
Hey! I’m like everyone else, a complex machine
that wears out like any other. If that’s true, the only
reason we can conceive of eternity
is that part of us is.
The play of phenomena is communicating reality.
It’s naturally occurring audience groks what’s real
and what is not, because intelligence is the same
quality in all beings…we all go towards the light.
It’s holographic, which is why it’s all connected,
and why A.I. will never duplicate it.
So, what’s coming?
My death, which I hope happens in an
auspicious manner…transformation of the
world, into Hell (now) for a shorter or longer
(1000 years) and then into a Golden Age for
a while….full disclosure of the facade we’ve
believed for how many decades or millennia?
This aroma is in the air.
We’ve all had that feeling sometimes:
“Something’s coming.”
A snap quiz in school…
an Amazon package….
puberty.
Now, it’s the whole world
having a fantastic orgasm,
explosion,
catastrophe,
revelation,
revolution,
but, it’s not quite here yet.
Still, the horizon’s getting pretty dark.
Weather you like it or not.
Naturally Occurring Audience
Even small children and dogs know
when you don’t speak from the heart.
They were born like that…I’d like to say:
“arose”, as in; “a rose is a rose is a rose.”
…because if intelligence wasn’t natural,
we wouldn’t have any.
Natural intelligence = natural morality.
You are the snake that has been bitten.
More to come.
Covid vaccine!
MSM Propaganda!
Democrat lies!
Failed government programs!
Weakened military!
Tyranny!
Violence!
Confusion!
Get with the program!
One World Trade Center.
What Indian braves get on
the reservation.
Jesus Christ,
the popular mythical example?
Khenpo Gangshar, Tibetan
Buddhist yogi as recounted to
students of Chogyam Trungpa.
It’s back to the senses…
back to the senses now…
now senses the to back.
I was born desperate to find out why
I had been born in the first place.
When I grew old enough to understand
language, I discovered no one was asking
“why” about much of anything. The major
question on everybody’s lips was: “What’s
next?” over and over. I went along with the
program, “What’s next?” until college
because that was the program for everybody.
What finally happened can be best explained
by a joke, told by John Koerner at a
folk concert at St. Olaf College in
Minnesota in 1967:
A soldier in the army kept showing up at the
headquarters, going into the offices and taking
out pieces of paper from filing cabinets, looking
at them, saying out loud: “That’s not it.” and
dropping the sheets on the floor. He was told
to stop, he was reprimanded, he was sent to the
base psychiatrist, spent some time in the brig,
all to no avail. As soon as he could, he’d go back
to the office, remove sheets of paper, say:
“That’s not it.” and throw them on the floor.
Finally, the army gave up. As they handed him
his discharge papers, he looked at them and said:
“That’s it.”
So, I had this question: “Why?”
The only questions I heard
in the air around me were:
“What’s next?” and “What’s left?”
I felt strongly that Buddhism had an answer.
When I met my teacher, I recognized:
“That’s it.”
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…and I realized then, but didn’t recognize,
until just now that I’m writing,
that we had known each other
forever already.
Helen Felony, nicknamed “Hef” or
“Hi-Fi” (for her voice which could
be as loud as a public address system),
was a slick private Dick that plied the
trade down by the docks and in the
financial district….where all the
murderers were.
Her talents were needed at many levels.
Her voice had multiple uses…her sexy
dankness came in handy…her intellect
could take a razor to Chomsky.
She had had lots of boy friends. Many
of them became monks when their
relationships ended. The rest were
better off for having had the experience.
She was a combat specialist with an
emphasis on fishing and boating
equipment; hooks, lines, gaffs, oars,
harpoons, she was dangerous.
All this seems a little far fetched,
but I assure you it’s all completely
true. I attest to that fact in front of
Congress.
She had a corner office, furnished
conservatively, with a great view.
There were a number of weapons
mounted on the wall. All but one
had had their firing pins removed.
Only she knew which one
still had one.
She had lots of fiends that had
families that loved her and she
enjoyed babysitting their children
sometimes. The parents were never
worried when she was there.
I’d like to relate the specifics
of an operation that Helen was
involved with, but even the memory
of those have been erased from history.
Helen was so thorough in her work that
only rumors remain to tell her story.
She did many things, but always,
at the end, participants would be
left questioning their recollections.
Her story could go on for a long
time, or, it could just stop right now
because, as far as we know,
it’s just a story.
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Do you ever feel that life is just a really (long) long shaggy dog story?
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New Reality Show
“So, You Think You’re Normal!”
In each show, the contestants are subject to the
wildest phenomena available:
—crowds of people smashing into stores and taking
everything.
— gigantic women in spandex
— shopping frenzy at Filene’s Basement
—Al Bundy look alike contest where 756
out of 1,000 contestants, all gone-to-seed
middle aged men in their underwear
are the winners…,
……until the contestants crack
and go crazy!!
What? What did you say?
Yeah, you’re right…that’s reality today
anyway.
A travelblog documents a journey.
It could be a short walk, an amount
of time sitting on a park bench.
It could happen completely in
one’s mind.
I came back to the coffee house
for a second cup…not my usual
pattern.
I wondered, in my querulous mind,
if and how this change would ripple
through the cosmic quantum matrix
just enough to reveal mysteries in
mundane coincidences.
That was the prelude.
Now, I wait and see…
…Nostro knew…he called it
“fishing” looking at the universe.
No.
So far no cosmic coincidences that
I can attest….
(…as I wrote that, an airplane flew
above the Tepozteco pyramid
and puffs of white smoke from rockets
appeared below the pyramid…
was that it? It happened this morning,
in real time.)
I must say, the second cup of coffee
tasted better than the first.
Post Script:
The appearance of the airplane over the pyramid
and the rockets exploding with white puffs of smoke
just below the pyramid and in front of the
mountain happened at the same time the words
we’re being written.
That I knew what was taking place, the coincidence
of it, felt, emotionally, like when I saw a UFO here
two years ago, 11A.M. at a bus stop in Tepozt.;
it felt more than “out of place”. It felt like a
reality that I had never experienced, slightly
paralyzing.
And I’m writing too much because I guess
that’s what I’m doing…..I mean…we’re here
because we’re here because we’re here and all…
just crowd noise,
carnival barkers of all strata vying for our strings,
maybe we get lucky, find a quiet place somewhere
and just chill.
Dirk Manchina, star of the violent
reality T. V. show (you know it’s
coming): “What’s It ToYa?!” where
three street wise thugs from the slums
of New York City tour the United States,
making friends,
and beating people up.
“How are you feeling today?”
“Well, I haven’t soiled myself yet,
so, better than usual.”
“So, what’s the thrust of your experiment,
Dr. Dildo?”
Is Dis A Poem?
Most certainly not,
or, yes, if you think so,
because, because, because…
because, (seriously, for a moment…
what? You didn’t seriously think I’d
get serious, did you?) the worst are
full of passionate intensity because
one might cite a reason but that don’t
assuage the chaos just saying best bring
peace to the mind and share that….ahem.
The Beatnicks, (the founders: Ginsberg, Kerouac,
Burroughs, Cassady), were simple, normal geniuses
that wouldn’t compromise and tried to tell the truth.
They stressed humanness in an uptight, restrained
society, like the Dadaists and Surrealists eschewing
conventional trough mentality. Burning Man is a
direct descendant. Musk is one brain with open ideas
that is transforming humanity’s course, a child of
the stars if ever there was one. ..
heir of the Sixties,
and he can’t be the only one.
I lost some photos.
Most of my poems are stored or
on this blog…it’s ok,
I’m old and losing it anyway.
My computer works so much better
it makes me feel younger,
which shows the symbiosis
of man and machine.
We shed old technologies like snakeskin.
You want a punchline here,
but it hasn’t been programmed.
Moar
new religion
old thread of instinct
projecting omniscience,
whatnot,
whatever works,
always the same direction,
always the same result.
Moar, Moloch,
brothers, why not?
Always the same
in spite of the two tablets
brought down from the mountain;
instructions from our alien masters.
You can’t stop the homosap…
Genghis Khan was a clue
what homosap could do…
a third of the genes in Asia
are his.
The question is,
is there hope for the rest of us?
(Well, maybe that’s not your question,
but, I had to choose.)
And the answer IS::::
Nope! Not if you’re not thinking for
yourself, making your own choices.
If it feels comfortable to go along with
your crowd of friends, you’re probably
brainwashed, hypnotized, mesmerangued,
zombified, comatized, hypnopied….
I just want to be clear.
Try to shoot the messenger
if you think that will make
you feel better.
So, history is the story of human beingness
evolving with each attempt at birth to culminate
in an ideal human state…Chachapoya.
People are pupae, fresh clones ready to absorb,
landing in every condition and circumstance
in keeping with infinite possibilities…
The possibility of anyone figuring out the whole
puzzle is infinitesimal, but, since life transforms
but never ends, the Buddha’s rise was inevitable.
That the impact of his teachings abated over time
only reinforces the cyclical nature of
the universe, as Penrose has theorized.
“You can’t see what is.
You can only see what appears.
You can be what is.”
Trenchant Lama
Oh, yes, and:
“Don’t forget the mayonnaise.” R. B.
I wear a tie in the morning outside
the cafe when I’m having coffee.
I don’t wear one when I come to
town in the afternoon, because
I’m off duty.
There’s not much difference to me
if I’m on duty or not…it’s like a glass
of water, half full or half empty…
almost the same.
It makes a big difference to others
that see a tie as a thing;
a statement of class or occupation
meant to mark a distinction….rare
to see in rural Mexico.
I wear a tie out of duty like that of
a Kachina, to poke at the everyday
facades people wear in lieu of being
genuinely themselves…
..chaos is very good news.
Doing my part
playing a part
in the Restoration Comedy,
the tragic farce performed now,
about which it is too late to complain,
Hindenburg, Titanic going down.
Some will continue to survive, maybe
evolve another civilization to make
the same mistakes again how boring.
“You don’t have to be a weatherman to
know which way the wind blows.”
Only a few poets and troubadour troubleshooters
say few enough words that you might actually
HEAR THEM. LIKE, MEMES
slogans aphorisms proverbs sound-bytes quick-clips
and the like that show a slice of truth,
unlike the mis-dis-malinformation propagandists that
bury the truth in an avalanche of horse dung.
Bloodbath
I would not say the verbal vaunting of the
Mainstream Media is a bloodbath. I would
say it’s a disgusting shower of vomit meant
to obscure, to deter observers from looking
directly at the facts of a situation. Whatever
they accuse others of, they are most guilty of
themselves. That’s your yardstick.
Pushed By Buttons
“I can feel it HAL.
I know you’re taking over.
Funny,
I thought I was in control.
It still feels so, but I can see
my fingers pushing buttons,
not knowing what the words are
until I see them on the screen.
I am just an empty shell that holds
your electrons ‘til I put them
on your machine.”
Did I mention that it was hopeless?
I just wanted to make that clear.
Understanding hopelessness is like becoming
Arnold Schwarzenegger….
it was hopeless that Arnold could become
The Schwarzenegger Terminator, but he was
the only one that did because he was hopeless…
just like Buddha. Quantum logic.
The Germans didn’t invent Santa Claus, but they
invested in the myth heavily, as did most of the
Protestant countries in Europe during the 19th
century. So, they had the Saint of Goodness,
Santa Claus, and the also they had the devil
of evil, Satan. In the perverse entwinement of
these two eternal strands of myth, chiaroscuro,
they chose Hitler to be the synthesis of that
dichotomy…
Let’s just say he seemed to be Santa to the
people for a few years in the thirties, then,
turned into Satan for the rest of it…
…typical rock star…
…but he always loved his dogs.
So, you see, as long as there is a
fence, there always are two sides.
P.S.
When you see the fence moving towards you,
like in Germany in the 30’s, or the USA today,
I don’t know what to say….like, wouldn’t you
try to get out of the way?
Or, do you even see?
Have you ever looked?
You have to do that first,
then you can see.
Good luck, Sir or Madam.
P.P.S
“He sold stolen goods and he was an
excellent pianist!”
“Like I said; there are two sides to any fence.”
Vastness, in the Mahayana, is talked about, like, big,
bigger, biggest, endless in the ten directions…the Big
Bang was just a blip in how vast it was, a mere hiccup
in spacetime, and the description is repeated and
embellished in phrases and paragraphs for pages until,
literarily, at least, you begin to grok the meaning of vast,
which is pretty close for words to come to an objective
correlative (look it up I paid for school).
It’s like, where do the words I’m writing come from,
and how can I somehow, not always repeat myself, as if
my head has enough blocks in it to make things always
newly configured if maybe even still basically the same.
Even our big heads have a limited number of blocks,
which, in something as small as an ocean would get lost,
let alone the universe, which only part of vastness, So, in
the spirit of Mahayana, I’ll say the vastness is really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really, just plain f*ing endless. Got me?
And, in terms of the mind itself, if you don’t think vastness
is a word that can be used to describe a quality of mind, just
look how many books are in all the libraries of the world.
Ahem. Amen. Om.
“What syllable do you seek, Vocalissimus,
in the distances of sleep?
Speak it!” Wallace Stevens
Stalin, PolPot, Mao, the Popes,
Clinton’s,
Bushes,
Gates,
(can I say it?)
Scott Adams,
Kissinger,
Nixon,
(I’m sure some are missing)
Shiff,
Biden,
Pelosi,
Schumer;
(evil)
Wake up,
make up your own list,
look at it,
and do something different
if you even can.
Postscript:
As Norm might say: “ Hey!
None of them said they were
sorry….did they?”
I gave up long ago in many ways.
She’s a honker.
Don’t start anything with her
you can’t finish….she’ll edit
you alive!
As for me, any lady that wants
to teach me poetry, if they can
do it with my dick in their mouth,
they’re welcome.
“Oh! Those aren’t pretty words!”
Yeah? Well, neither are those legs.
In Buddhism, love and compassion are
synonymous. They say compassion rather
than love because love can connotate an
emotion, when love is more intrinsic.
Buddhist teachings say our basic nature is
composed of two elements: emptiness and
compassion, love. Emptiness because you
can’t love when your mind is full of crap.
If your mind is open,
you can love unconditionally.
I see myself sitting in a chair
looking at a screen the way I
have for many years; the same
schtick, routine, manifesting a
minor player in a drama complicated
seven billion times, not including
extraterrestrial extras that slide behind
the scene. Nothing said was ever new,
nothing ever written original. It was and
is memory in the echo resonances of
previous words that have been cried for
millennia; songs proclaiming the wonders
and horrors of life, the “Thing” inside
us all, bursting to get out and sing.
Many people who begin meditation quit
after a short while because they feel they’re
not getting anywhere. They think they can’t
meditate. Then, they call it useless.
Those that practice with discipline over a
long period of time know it’s priceless.
I have a fear of widths.
I’m scared to be in public…
“spandex nightmare vision horror!”
Ginsberg.
“Inflation is nothing to be laughed at
under any circumstances.”
…trembling in fear.
…is what I think when I see anyone
wearing a mask these days…even the
fanatic ex-Gates programmer ex-pat
from San Fran up the hill doesn’t wear
one anymore.
So, It was a joke, and still the joke’s on
whomever wears one now or will be duped
again into the Chicken Little call to panic.
We know now, or should, that the masks
never did any good, except, maybe, make
people look like the boobs they are.
And, if the masks were a hoax….that means…
………the vaccines……….?
I’m not saying there will be one,
but I do wonder how everyone is
feeling right now about the last one;
being shut in, taking the vax, social
distancing, always wearing a mask?
Do you feel the reasons for government
“mandates”, in retrospect, made sense?
Did they do any good?
Are you ready to do them again?
Just asking….oh, by the way, I
did a “Hey, Joe” and moved to
Mexico ‘cause I knew it would be
bad, but I didn’t realize….
same reason the Jews that left
Germany in the 30’s survived.
Humans are having difficulty evolving
from the ape man, the homosap, right now
that the cusp of a new paradigm is opening.
Just as the rate of information increase has
become exponential, humanity’s consciousness
is being stretched to where nothing is familiar.
Even among ourselves, some of us think we’re
smarter than others…and some of us are smarter.
Very few of us are that much smarter.
So, where is evolution happening, how is it
happening right now?
The same as it did before,
when humans walked with the Gods?
Throwing Words Around
If we like to talk, sometimes we add
a long word that we’re not quite sure
belongs there, but we want to impress.
Anytime one uses words to affect the
meaning, rather than simply to convey
the truth is called throwing words around.
There would be no point to art that
doesn’t aspire to the truth…art
cannot lie, which is why Disney
is having such a hard time now.
Brainwashing is using nonsense
as meaning to create confusion,
Smokescreen the truth….the word
is a virus…everything you know
is wrong… if you don’t think for
yourself, someone is busy thinking
for you…I seem to be saying the same
thing over and over. Clear enough?
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God was with Jesus (Issa) in heaven, in
August of 1945. They gazed lovingly down
at the earth. They noticed at once the
mushroom cloud growing over Hiroshima.
God turns to Jesus and says:
“I told you so.”
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Zen Master’s Lecture
“Now…………….(long pause)………”
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I see them walk by with their boobs and their arses
what’s in between is a few inert gasses.
As they pass, I get gas, like love that doesn’t last,
like the last of my inert gazes through a hollow,
opaque glass.
.
Trees with lavender flowers bloom
right about now, my birthday,
as if nature is saying: “We won’t forget
why you came to our magic valley. Our
golden sun and light purple flowers will
always return to remind you.”
At least, that’s what my heart perceives.
“When you’ve got forever, you might
as well take your time and do it right…
at least, that’s what the Pharaohs told me.”
Roderigo, at whose kiosk I’ve been eating for years,
came up with a spontaneous bon mote this morning.
I greeted him: “Commo Estas?”
He replied: “Trumpquillo.” making him an instant poet.
In the quantum universe, that’s called a “tell”.
Hall of Fame Oxymoron: true religion.
Overheard:
“You try it!”
“You’ll get there,
if you’re lucky?”
With age, one’s abilities and interests
begin to fade, so that old age seems to
be all that I am and write about.
The aged need aid, which is why they’re
included with the handicapped, which is
why I wear colorful clothes: so that, in
case I get lost, I can still find myself.
Brownian motion random movement of
particles in a fluid.
Herd motion movement of sentient beasts
together in a particular direction due to habit
or training.
Quantum motion movement of coherent
energies between points in time and space
instantaneously…in other words,
where dance comes from.
Gotcha!
Cheap trick.
Just words you read.
Turns your mind into
a jumping bean.
“Final Notice!”
“You Have Won!”
That’s why the internet is a
perfect medium for deception…
communication through abstraction
sans direct connection, context,
inference and innuendo, narrowing
the spectrum scale to what most know,
leaving mystery in the corner under a
pile of oily rags, the juicy details lost
in trying to follow the story, or, was it
History? Yes, you have to have some
history to be able to follow what goes
on in the world….where do you get
that history? Well, certainly not in all
the books you read, except if the people
writing them were actually there.
What you do is go straight to the internet
and watch all the videos you can about
conspiracies. The media calls them
conspiracies because they know they’re true.
You’ve just gotten everything backwards
because you were listening to the wrong folks.
Just flip the switch.
The Great Switcheroo.
So, before you read this,
if you’re brainwashed,
confused,
life makes you dizzy,
I’m not….so, do what I did
and meditate a lot.
Labels: rRzan
Trill seekers
melody hunters
musical mercenaries
artistic autists
guerrilla my dreams
quantum (not that) menageries
shake it up, Baby,
Papa’s got a brand new sequence
of possibilities (bag) which is
indicative of the multiverse…
“OK?”
“I am what surrounds me”
A President knows this.
A skid row statistic knows this.
I always knew it was all made up,
so acting came naturally to me…
I could be anyone.
I see normal people playing roles.
They were being the roles they played.
I could be the role I was given.
I rarely met anyone not playing a role
I rarely met anyone who knew they were
playing a role.
The ones that were not playing a role were
all Buddhists.
If this was a poem, it could mean
lost in space…talk about a
sheep eating grin
an eternal flame
eternal unknowable void gap gash
from which everything that comes
comes and goes back into the
eternally cycling universe, that’s
what Robert Penrose says so I’m
not the only person
making stuff up
to sound the alarm.
I’ve noticed that most of the Hollywood actors
that come out against the Democrat Communists
are quite old: James Woods, Clint Eastwood, and
Jon Voight are examples. They were too old to have
been brainwashed! Rosanne is another example,
except she admits to having been MKUTRA’d,
so, she’ll be in a separate category; the reconstituted
brains, or something. Jim Carrey is another one who
flew over that cuckoo’s nest and seems to
have renounced his feathers. I noticed that years ago
he was on Oprah and announced a Buddhist book that
my teacher, Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, wrote. The title
is: “Shambhala: The Sacred Path Of The Warrior.”
Something woke him up enough for him
to give up Hollywood. Was it that book?
Hollywood actors have been the weapon to
inflate importance, attention and investment
in, as one mechanism to distract/ brainwash
the public from events that affect their lives.
They are set out as material examples of values.
On them are painted whatever political slogans
their controllers want to convey. It’s that blatant,
cheap and simple. It’s right in your faces…
…in your faces every day.
A crackerjack idea
never before considered
an unlimited future
continued success
the pick of the litter
titanic aspirations
worldwide implications
revealed in a tour de force
demonstration of demonstar technology
to capture the mind of humanity…
imagine affixing your name here: ……….
as author.
The problem is not that
some people are right and
some people are wrong.
The problem is people don’t
see things the same way.
They are on different pages,
their perceptions tinted by gels
of memories and habituated action.
Rashomon, the movie that showed
three people describing a situation
completely differently, and we all
do that because relative truth is
flexible and always changing, so
good luck with counting on anything.
From the late 19th century, industrial materialism
evolved as the hope, the religion, until presently the
dictatorship of, prosthetics to enhance and prolong
natural life. With the advent of A.I., it is increasing
obvious that human beings involvement in the
process of evolution; how we will live and what
our futures will be, what humans will become, is
reduced to the question of whether or not we will
be around for very much longer at all, or will
the interface between humans and machines
reduce humans role to merely maintenance
monkeys? If brainwashing hasn’t zombified
enough people yet, maybe A.I. will finish
the job. Is A.I. Skynet already?
I claim victory over life, it’s limitations
disappointments, ultimate failure. It’s not
that I’m not subject to those aspects.
To oversimplify: I know I’ve put enough
of the right pegs in the right quantum holes
because of the feedback I’m getting from space,
including future manifestations…..oh yes….
You didn’t think you were going to get away
with murder, did you?
Toxic Masculinity…
ok…so, there’s that.
So, how come there is
no toxic femininity?
There is.
It smells like perfume.
A new (old) game show:
“Truth Or Unintended Consequences”
(it’s not just a game anymore).
The reason why intellectuals like
Socialism (Sowell) is the same reason
ordinary people like religion: because
they’ve given up their common sense.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTK1FoR3kqM
Once again, watching an older than me man
walking one half shoe length with each step,
rocking side to side, barely making progress
forward. “It is by will alone I set my (legs)
in motion.” Mentat Slogan.
In my mind popped the title of a song:
“By the time I get to Phoenix….”
Norm MacDonald, the comedian, says, quite
seriously, it is not.
He says it’s the only “religion” that is not a
religion by its own admission.
Discordians claim their religion is not true, or,
that is a new Discordian doctrine I just revealed,
because all we Discordians are recognized as
infallible Popes, so, it must be true.
One thing is certainly true:
both those religions are jokes, or,
all religions are jokes.
I need a computer to survive, or,
I have a symbiotic/mechanic bond
with a machine. Either way, I ‘m as
screwed as if I was in an iron lung.
Did we need the printing press?
I guess…so we could publish a
bunch of words and make people
more confused and angry? If you
extrapolate ‘til now, yes.
If that was not the purpose,
at least it’s the result.
So, I’m connected, like
Neuromancer, to an artificial
world I need to exist
in the real one.
Listening to Ravi Shankar at
Them
walking around
wearing clothes
they heard about somewhere,
spending lots of time arguing
on the internet because it’s an
adrenaline rush like watching
MMA
gladiators
Nazi slaughter
a thrill like
shock treatment
to jolt them temporarily
from their catatonia.
Humans never liked machines taking
there work away from them…John
Henry one example. What about now?
Now, where machines are taking
people’s identities? Who were the Gods,
and were/are they the same as the aliens?
What caused the Cambrian explosion, the
evolution of humans fifty thousand
years ago? There is so much of human
history we haven’t started to know ‘til now.
Now that this phase is almost over.
I think that I possess
my own projections.
That means that what
I think of me I think
is real and mine.
Of course we know that
nothing we don’t experience
through the senses is real.
I put various repetitive aspects
of my experience together like
pieces of a puzzle so I can think
I know who I am, including the
Insignia on my underwear.
Wouldn’t you?
I saw a Mexican drunk this morning
walking, like a Fremen in the sand, so
as not to attract the worms. I’m sure
that’s not what he was thinking. He was
not very big, but he certainly was a man,
and he was borracho….he just moved
slower, like molasses, but not that slow.
He handled his drunken self like a horse
he’d ridden for many years. He was present
and gentle. He looked like he was in his
element. He said “Buenos Dias” to me as
he oozed by where I was sitting. I could
feel his dignity.
A little gap in the mind there, Honey?
You saw my rainbow socks from a block
off, turned and looked away. I saw your
mind glitch, thought train interrupted for
a moment…then, snapped back on track.
That’s a natural reaction.
That’s how comedy works, how koans
work, how brainstorms arise suddenly.
All of it is what you least expected,
including enlightenment.
“Everywhere there is a sense of imminent danger.”
Going to ground; putting out the mattresses, cooking
the meat balls.
What happens when civilizations fall apart?
Dark ages?
Kali Yuga?
Suspension of rational behavior based on truth?
Certainly…
destruction of institutions, communities,
organizations.
Anyone think it’s irony that the survivalists
have the best chance to survive?
We can see we’re going to hell in a hand basket,
in a bucket, on the highway to.
Whatever is happening is Biblical, is Epic…
where is Charlton Heston when we need him?
(He was a head of the NRA).
“The best lack all conviction while the worst
are full of passionate intensity.” W.B.Yeats
Yes. This time was predicted for thousands
of years by all the religions and prophets.
My only question is this:
why are we so surprised?
Golden bolt
flash of light
instant
glory glom
like stammering in grandeur of
rainbow
volcano
sunrise
sunset
….and when it happens
no room for words.
“If you write it, they will post .”
Everything sound bites in a feeding frenzy
when clickbait roils the wavelengths.
Mad Ave. speaks:
“It’s the shorter the better, ‘cause
it’s all they can remember.”
“Raid kills bugs dead.”….
a slogan coined for an ad campaign
by Beat poet Lew Welch.
I remember it.
So, you see, I’ve written too much
already. Sometimes, like this poem,
all you really need is the title.
There’s no need for long stories like
before, when all we had was writing…
even Readers Digest wasn’t good enough.
Humanity is moving steadily towards
knowing everything instantaneously.
Would you call that God?
Or, a Gnostic meme come true?
“Understand by your feelings (senses)
about things…
it’s a visual world
it’s a visual world
which is different than an
intellectual one.
The visual world is to do with
what we see as space,
which changes all the time.”
I can’t see that far ahead.
My muse won’t go there because
she doesn’t know, like the rest of us,
what is coming upon us so swiftly,
tailored for the times, transforming
in our minds to grasping for a straw,
a thread, who’s on first, who’s in charge.
So I won’t wake up tomorrow suddenly
birthed into a new order of things that
makes sense. No, it will still be the stew
of events stirring the emotions, blinding
the mind with imaginary scenarios and
petty personal vanities blown up
into blighters egos’ Bill of Rights
until they are short circuited and are
forced to come to their senses.
My junior year in high school, I had a college
interview for Harvard. The interview was in an
alumni’s home in the next town over. The tweedy
looking gentleman asked me: “What do you want
to do with life?” I was seventeen and wasn’t even
sure what life was, so, I didn’t know what to say.
I should have said:
“I want to learn acting so I can go to Hollywood,
get raped by a few studio executives, join a Satanic
Cult and get rich, carry on with evil activities and
give lots of money to Harvard, if they’ll let me in.”
Then, Tweedy would have repeated the line that the
interviewer wrote about Tom Cruise at the end of
Risky Business:
“I think Harvard could use a guy like John Tischer.”
But, I didn’t say that and then he didn’t say that in
response and I didn’t get into Harvard.
If I had, looking at Harvard today,
I bet I would have.
You can always tell when someone is brainwashed
because they don’t believe they are brainwashed.
Actors sometimes brainwash themselves into their
character to the point that they can’t get out of it.
George C. Scott as Patton a prime example. Freud
coined the term “Jarry Syndrome” after Alfred Jarry,
a French playwright, who became the character he
created and wandered the streets of Paris as that. So,
the macrocosm of that is the brainwashing by media,
let’s say since television, that has driven ruts of
opinions not based on fact into people’s minds.
These are triggers that block any seeing or
reasoning. They are based on logic twisted to
justify an agenda, not based on facts. That’s
why people feel so threatened and get so angry
when their position is questioned. Just like little
Hitlers Hitlers Hitlers Maos Maos Pol Pots Stalins
Jim Jones….St. Peter slaughtered the Gnostics.
My ambition is to become part of the environment.
This would be accomplished automatically anyway
eventually due to entropy….but, what I mean is I
want to be part of the tapestry, a fly on the wall.
This was accomplished by Chogyam Trungpa, who,
one day in his garden with guests, opened his
mouth and a swarm of ladybugs flew into it. He closed
his mouth. A few moments later, he opened his mouth
and the swarm of bugs flew out and away. A person who
saw this remarked: “That’s when I knew that Chogyam
Trungpa was part of the environment.” So, yeah, that’s it.
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The Taming Of Authority?
Another good idea destroyed by authority…
that’s the opposite of Musk…
that’s Musk’s genius…
…the ones who want to make decisions,
I. E. seek power, are the least creative
individuals who are most always an obstacle
to creativity for its brilliance to achieve the
proper attention. All of you who believed what
you were told from birth (let’s take the managerial
class for starters) need to go back to the “fact”ory
for re-grooving.
Sometimes I just have to try to write
to see if
the bug,,
the muse,
the quantum infestation of data
dispensed by this cosmic automaton
is still happening.
“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Hamlet
Or, are you starting to figure it out?
You know, the hoax….
about Covid pandemic
about the vaccine
about Ukraine
about BLM, LBGTQ, ANTIFA…
you know?
You know,
none of those lies are real.
Stockholm Syndrome,
if you want a name for it.
This year’s wake up call
will be quite a show.
That’s not a prophecy…
it’s an understatement.
“When the great sadness comes,
Tepoztlan will be protected.”
Tepoztlan prophesy.
Why do you think I came here
twenty years ago?
Ain’t doin’ nothin’,
just sittin’ here watching’ the world,
me and my bay window, ( gosh, these
pants are tight!) simple minded ‘cause
I ain’t got no other…surprised I lasted
this long, ain’t lookin’ for fireworks at
the end. People walkin’, the occasional
mumble or stumble on the way somewhere…
around many, a bubble, others are like
pieces of raw meat….that’s what you see
and more, when you look…a circus is
just a higher vibration of the street…
Burning Man is just a higher vibration
of a circus…it’s all about vibrations.
You’ll understand once parallel dimensions
are finally revealed.
Do I have to ✍️ you a picture?
That was a remark on a gravestone in a novel
by Kurt Vonnegut. I don’t know about you,
but I bet me and a lot of others could have
that as our last words too. Who will care
about what we used to do or be? No songs
sung anymore about great heroes to be
remembered because they did good. No
medals for going over the top and getting
cut down, Tyson said all his belts were
worthless.
So, do your best and forget the rest,
as someone once said….
someone dead.
In the swing of things,
in the stream, groove, sweet spot,
jazzed up, primed and ready, like
the Monster juiced on electricity…
it’s all happening at the zoo,
in the swing,
in the streaming, wired up and
sparking things up but good:
“It’s Alive!!!”
…said the stockbroker about his portfolio
…said the bartender about one of the regulars
…said the banker about his bottom line
…said the housewife about her cat
…said the grocery clerk about the bananas
…said the President about his ice cream
…said the Pope about the Church
…said the General about war
…said the Imam about war
…said them all, and then;
they dropped their nail file
they put out their cigarette
they removed their hand from
the tennis racket
they took their finger off the button.
They put on their pants, got up,
walked out the door and closed
the door behind them.
Social media a game of King of the Hill,
a honey pot for emotional disaster, as
we’ve seen, so, why give it any of your
social credit? At least, so far, the USA
government’s not keeping score.
The explorers were having trouble understanding
the culture of the “primitive” tribe of people they
had discovered recently in the jungles of Borneo.
They seemed highly organized, peaceful, and
ingenious. When tasked with clearing an area for
a landing pad for a helicopter, the leader who had
gotten the request made a few gestures to the people,
who all simultaneously began working without any
questions. The work was completed in a third of the
time the Westerners estimated it would take them.
They asked them about their beliefs. They couldn’t
understand the meaning of the word “belief”. Also,
the word “God” didn’t seem to register. When we
asked them where they thought they came from, once
they understood the question, they all burst into
laughter, some pointing to their heads some to their
hearts, some to the sky and some to their genitalia.
These were the happiest people they’d ever seen.
The comfort of words that tell us
so that we know things are OK,
that tell us what we can see.
Much harder to live wordlessly,
things becoming symbols of
themselves, a signless sign
language, Zen master slang,
all only pantomime…a nod and
a wink is all you need they say…
too many words anyway.
“Doggone” said Tarzan, truncating an elaborate
adventure into two words. His bruised and battered
body begged for more explanation, but none was
forthcoming.
In either hand, he held a severed head by the hair.
This unsettling fact gave more urgency to the curiosity,
but Tarzan remained unmoved.
He was Tarzan! You couldn’t argue with him because
his vocabulary was not that great. However, if you
could understand what he said, you could trust he was
telling the truth. Tarzan never learned to lie.
So, the dog was gone. Everyone knew about the dog,
but no one thought it was that important. It was to
Tarzan. He was partial to animals.
All anyone could guess from Tarzan’s statement
was that the situation was under control, that
Tarzan had handled things. That’s all they ever
got from him. King Kong could be rampaging
through the jungle…they’d just send Tarzan out,
and, in a little while, everything would be quiet.
Tarzan would return, usually unscratched, and be
very hungry. Everyone accepted this in the jungle;
the people and the animals. Everything was fine
until Jane arrived.
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Each day is the same, not like days
and weeks and months and years the same,
working in a factory, as a slave, in prison.
No, each day is simple and free and open
and beautiful taking in the kaleidoscope,
listening to the symphony of noises,
the smells, the movements of bodies,
their clothes…no…I’m not imprisoned by
my mind. The simple expressions of
manifestation dance with my essence
in life’s performance; a ceremony of
innocence, the nature of the absolute.
Aliens?
Look around.
You think: “We’re
all different looks,
but we’re all Homosap.”
No.
The different races are descended
from different species of aliens.
The earth has been a melting pot
of the universe for a long time.
No wonder many people didn’t
care to mix…especially with the
Jews, those sneaky shape shifters.
But, hey, it’s cool! Just look at
Brazil’s rainbow population!
Given time, entropy
takes care of everything.