The flow of time, observations & logic

Two years ago, I was listening to the physical complaints of someone dear to me & urged them to go to the hospital because I felt a blood clot was going to kill them. A few days ago I urged someone else dear to me to go to the hospital (I accompanied them) because my Dr told me that they might die of a stroke, within the hour. The simple observations I made in both cases happened to be correct. Both of these people are alive. I am posting this, because individuals save other peoples lives, everyday. Often, the individuals people save, are complete strangers. There is a personal code of ethics which is activated & consistent in these individuals & their acts which is incredibly superior to the superficial & one dimensional 'morality' which is destroying our planet. I am fascinated by the fact that observation, logical thought: its constructive applicability, & mutual respect are common occurrences in situations that could become highly volatile. Our self respect, as an isolated trait of ones character, is taken for granted. Life saving is common. Quite common.. What is not so common is a personal & consistent maturity that is necessary to achieve a sense of self-respect & what obviously follows self-respect is the potential for mutual respect. Who in your life is observant enough to treat you with the respect necessary to save your life? Who deserves your mutual respect? How does one achieve mutual respect? Can you treat strangers with mutual respect? Are we only meant to drive others to self destruction with the banality of our hysteria & our own self-obsession? Is it imperative that we use our narcissistic obsessions to drive others, our species & other species to suicide? Or could there be other uses for our species, such as mutual respect & the consistent application of trial & error, laws & logic? What does it really- mean to treat others with respect? Why is self respect important? How do we treat others, even our 'enemies' when we have self respect? & why does this matter, not only to us, but most importantly to other species & the planet. Why does respect for the planet & other species matter? Why does this matter as to how we utilize our time & energy & who we spend our time with? http://ubumexico.centro.org.mx/sound/12/12_12.Aram_Saroyan_Crickets.mp3

It's prime to understand & respect ingenuity. Jelly is no exception. http://www.studiojelly.com/ An energizing honor- to be included in (any) work by Jelly Helm. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4uTGFRKkr8

OUR PLANET IS NOT AN ENEMY.




Pour le sang trop nombreux et la pierre a le même poids. Il ya des anges qui n'ont pas de sang.

WILDERNESS

"This is a heart that knows its way in a wilderness of desires."

-

NO BUT'S.

Being extraordinary is as simple as doing the right thing.

Peter Orlovsky - R.I.P - July 8, 1933- May 30, 2010

FRIST POEM

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.
A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
I grow a beard in one day.
I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
talk to me.
I empty the garbage on the tabol.
I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
I use the typewritter as my pillow.
A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
Bums give all their money to me.
All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
bacon.
My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
blue beards.
My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
bullet.
I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
of life
All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
fresh butts.
My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
look up at my window and see nobody.
So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears
then I do?"
Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
my gay jubilation.

Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris
SECOND POEM

Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick
the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.
But frist of all wipe my glasses and drink the water
to clean the smelly mouth.
A nock on the door, a cat walks in, behind her the Zoo's baby
elephant demanding fresh pancakes-I cant stand these
hallucinations aney more.
Time for another cigerette and then let the curtains rise, then I
knowtice the dirt makes a road to the garbage pan
No ice box so a dried up grapefruit.
Is there any one saintly thing I can do to my room, paint it pink
maybe or instal an elevator from the bed to the floor,
maybe take a bath on the bed?
Whats the use of liveing if I cant make paradise in my own
room-land?
For this drop of time upon my eyes
like the endurance of a red star on a cigerate
makes me feel life splits faster than sissors.
I know if I could shave myself the bugs around my face would
disappear forever.
The holes in my shues are only temporary, I understand that.
My rug is dirty but whose that isent?
There comes a time in life when everybody must take a piss in
the sink -here let me paint the window black for a minute.
Thro a plate & brake it out of naughtiness-or maybe just
innocently accidentally drop it wile walking around the
tabol.
Before the mirror I look like a sahara desert gost,
or on the bed I resemble a crying mummey hollaring for air,
or on the tabol I feel like Napoleon.
But now for the main task of the day - wash my underwear -
two months abused - what would the ants say about that?
How can I wash my clothes - why I'd, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did
that.
No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor
its more creative to paint it then clean it up.
As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in
a lunchenette.
My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me
around the globe.
Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly
makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of
flowers.

Dec. 27th, 1957, Paris
My Bed is Covered Yellow

My bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
all the lost dreams laid on you
Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked
or can be fucked
Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you
Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done
Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs-
how strong you are
Oh bed, only for man & not for animals
yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights?
Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built
Oh yellow bed all the news of the world
lay on you at one time or another

1957, Paris
Snail Poem

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
of rain dribble thru this layer
down to the roots that will tickle my ear.
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
in sound curve or
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
trickle in my ear -
no choise but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisey
turned.
Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor
between weel & track.
So kitten string & ball, jumpe over this mound so
gently & cutely
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiousely
on its way.

1958 NYC







- PETER ORLOVSKY

WOMAN DEPICTED AS SERPENT

OUROBOROS -

Antiheroine -



Future of the Universe and Possible Death -

THOSE IRRITATING WHITE MESSIAH FABLE FLICKS NEED TO BE STOPPED!

"It’s a pretty serviceable formula. Once a director selects the White Messiah fable, he or she doesn’t have to waste time explaining the plot because everybody knows roughly what’s going to happen.

The formula also gives movies a little socially conscious allure. Audiences like it because it is so environmentally sensitive. Academy Award voters like it because it is so multiculturally aware.

Critics like it because the formula inevitably involves the loincloth-clad good guys sticking it to the military-industrial complex."





IN WHAT IS ALWAYS FAR MORE IMPORTANT RECENT NEWS:
Evidence of Ancient Amazon Civilization Uncovered




"The discovery of the ruins of an ancient civilization in the upper Amazon basin overturns previously held beliefs that the area had always been uninhabited."

PS. WE HAVE BEEN 'AT WAR' FOR 9 FUCKING YEARS, THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!
THOSE IRRITATING WHITE MESSIAH FABLE FLICKS NEED TO BE STOPPED!!!


Вы можете съесть ваши руки и выжить, чтобы сказать рассказ? Должны быть много историй, но увы, ничто, чтобы сказать рассказ.. Не ешьте ваши руки!!!

A.M.D

"THE MOST POWERFUL FORCES OF HUMAN LIFE ARE NON - RATIONAL, NOT IRRATIONAL , BUT NON- RATIONAL"

Author WARNS of pageantry's perils -

Chris Hedges, who wrote 'Empire of Illusion,' examines America's
identity crisis in an age of consumerism and spectacle.

By Brad Buchholz
AMERICAN-STATESMAN STAFF
Saturday, December 05, 2009

Chris Hedges sees, in America, a nation that has lost its way. He sees
a country that places prosperity above principle, celebrity above
substance, spectacle above nuance and introspection. He sees a "timid,
cowed, confused" populace disconnected from language, governed by
consumerism, ambivalent toward the common good, enamored by an
American myth that has no basis in the American reality.

"We are a culture that has been denied, or has passively given up, the
linguistic and intellectual tools to cope with complexity, to separate
illlusion from reality," Hedges writes in his new book, "Empire of
Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle." "We have
traded the printed word for the gleaming image. Public rhetoric is
designed to be comprehensible to a ten-year-old child or an adult with
a sixth-grade reading level.

"Most of us speak at this level, are entertained and think at this
level. We have transformed our culture into a vast replica of
Pinocchio's Pleasure Island, where boys were lured with the promise of
no school and endless fun. They were all, however, turned into donkeys
— a symbol, in Italian culture, of ignorance and stupidity."

Hedges paints a bleak picture in this book — all the more sobering
when one considers that this Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist has
spent decades covering violence and war around the globe, in Africa
and the Balkans, South America and the Middle East. He states,
plainly, that the age of American eminence is over. Our standard of
living is going to drop. Our consumptive tendencies are going to
change. Yet the biggest problem, as Hedges sees it, is American denial
— an eagerness to cling to the good-times, anything-we-want illusion,
"the the dark message of corporatism," at the expense of this perilous
end-of-empire reality.

For all his years in journalism, Hedges has never been hesitant to
step outside the lines and draw conclusions in a pointedly
"progressive" point of view. He lost his job at The New York Times, in
fact, for speaking out against the war in the months before the
U.S.-led invasion of Iraq in 2003. Nationalism and myth were at the
heart of his breakout book, "War is the Force that Gives Us Meaning,"
which was a finalist of the National Book Critics Circle award for
non-fiction in 2002.

The son of a Presbyterian minister, Hedges attended divinity school
before embarking on a career in journalism. An avowed socialist, he
claims to have voted for Dennis Kucinich in the Democratic
presidential primary of 2008 and Independent candidate Ralph Nader in
the election. He does not associate the word "hope" with the word
"Obama." He does not own a television. As a gesture of protest, he
once wrote he would not pay federal income taxes in the event of a
U.S. invasion of Iran.

Last month, three days after the Fort Hood tragedy, Hedges spoke at
St. Andrews Presbyterian church in a program moderated by University
of Texas journalism professor and peace activist Robert Jensen. Fort
Hood didn't come up in the conversation, or the question-and-answer
session that followed. But these topics, from "Empire of Illusion,"
did:

American Illusion

"You strive toward a dream; you live within an illusion. And societies
that cannot distinguish between illusion and reality die. If you look
at the twilight periods of all great empires – Roman, Ottoman,
Austro-Hungarian — there is, in those final moments, not only a deep
moral degeneration but an inability to distinguish what is real from
fantasy."

"During the election between McCain and Obama, we were waging two
wars, pre-emptive wars that under post Nurmberg laws are defined as
criminal wars of aggression. We were running offshore penal colonies
where we openly tortured individuals stripped of all rights. We had
suspended habeas corpus. We had engaged in warrant-less wiretapping
and eavesdropping on tens of millions of Americans . ... And yet we
spoke of ourselves as the greatest democracy on Earth – and that as
the embodiment of the highest values, we had a right to deliver it to
others by force."



American Values

"We talk about (the importance of) American culture. (But in truth):
American culture was destroyed after World War I, with the rise of
Madison Avenue and the implanting of mass corporate culture which
sought to instill new values into the American consciousness. Instead
of the values of thrift, communitarianism, modesty (and)
self-sacrifice, we developed, courtesy of the advertising industry,
this cult of self — this deep narcissism and hedonism that
disconnected us from others and gave us mass corporate culture.

"So it's not American culture that we embrace for the moment. It's not
American culture we export. It's corporate culture. And I think that
altered situations will force us back into a moral system that defies
the dark ethic of corporatism. And hopefully reconnects us to those
values within our past that I think were brought us closer to
fostering the building of common good.

'Vocational America'

"Education in the United States has become vocational. ... Many of the
state universities, community colleges and online for-profit
universities — that are growing faster than any other university
sentiment — have no use for the Humanities, literature, history,
philosophy, classics, art. Why? Because the Humanities ask the kind of
broad questions of meaning that those systems that prize above all
else vocational workers do not want to ask.

"The problem with our vocational system is that it measures and
rewards a very narrow kind of intelligence, a kind of analytical
intelligence to create legions of systems managers — people who have a
drone-like ability to work for very long hours, and (have) a kind of
penchant or capacity for manipulation, but don't know how to question
assumptions or structures."

'The Liberal Church'

"I come out of a liberal church. The liberal church has failed us, and
they've failed us on two levels. (First), they have defined
spirituality as 'How is it with me,' which is a form of narcissism.
Martin Luther King preached a great sermon called, 'Jesus didn't come
to bring us peace of mind.' And secondly, they have failed us because
they did not stand up to the Christian right. The Christian right is a
mass movement, I think the most dangerous mass movement in American
history — and they are Christian heretics.

"They have acculturated the Christian Gospel with the worst aspects of
American imperialism and American Capitalism. Jesus did not come to
give us a Cadillac and to make us rich and to bless arm fragmentation
bombs being dropped all over the Middle East. It was an utter
perversion of the message of the Gospel. And because the liberal
church lacked the fortitude and the spine to renounce this movement —
leaving it to repugnant figures like Christopher Hitchens or Sam
Harris ... at a time when the culture so desperately needs a moral
voice, the church sadly to me has become in many ways morally
irrelevant.

Capitalism

"Capitalism is probably ingrained in human nature. But there are
different kinds of capitalism. The kind of penny capitalism that I saw
at the farmer's market in the town I grew up in is not a dangerous
form of capitalism ... but corporate capitalism is something else.
Corporate Capitalism is cannibalizing the nation.

"Karl Polanyi in 1944 wrote a brilliant work called 'The Great
Transformation' in which he talked about the inevitable
totalitarianism and wars and breakdown that was caused by a system
that permitted unregulated capitalists to flourish. When everything
becomes a commodity, including human labor, when the natural world
becomes a commodity that is valued only by its capacity to generate
profit, then you commit collective suicide, because you exhaust human
beings and human resources, you deplete them, until they die. And
that's precisely what's happening. Look at the oil and natural gas
industry, the coal industry, our permanent war economy. ..."






Capitalism and Celebrity

"The ethic of celebrity culture ... is the ethic of unfettered
capitalism. What are the values promoted on reality television
programs like "Survivor"? A capacity for manipulation. Building false
friendships (with) those you betray. A destruction of real community
and solidarity. Basically: the traits of psychopaths. And what do you
get in return? Fleeting fame and money.

"Well, that is the ethic of Wall Street. That is what allowed the
titans of large corporations to fleece their shareholders, people who
had put month by month small sums aside for their retirement, for
their college, destroy these institutions like Lehman Brothers, and
then like Richard Fuld did, walk away with a severance package of $45
million. The ethic of celebrity culture is the ethic of Wall Street.
And the crisis that faces the country at its core is not so much an
economic crisis or a political crisis as it is a moral crisis.

The Bankruptcy of Liberalism

"I fear more the bankruptcy of liberalism than I do the fanaticism of
the right. ... I think the book for our times is probably
Dostoyevsky's "Notes from the Underground," (1864) in which he writes
about a defeated dreamer, who becomes a cynic at a time when
liberalism is bankrupt and who descends into a state of moral nihilism
... which understood precisely where his country was going."

The Failure of Democrats

"Those of us who care about the working class in this country – and
much of my own family comes from the working class — should have
walked out on the Democratic party in 1994 when they passed NAFTA.
That thrust a knife in the back of the working class in this country –
followed by Clinton's so-called welfare reform, followed by a
Democratic party that quite consciously did the bidding of
corporations to receive (campaign) money. That was the intent. So by
the 1990s, the Democratic party had parity with the Republicans in
terms of corporate donations — and of course now they get more.

"The bankruptcy of American liberalism is that it continued to speak
against war, continued to speak on behalf of the working class,
continued to support constitutional rights, and yet backed the party
(the Democratic party) that betrayed all of these values. This wasn't
lost on the working class. The anger of the working class toward
liberals in this country is not misplaced, because liberals continue
with that type of hypocrisy. They continue to espouse values and yet
support political parties that tear down those values. And that's very
dangerous. . . .

"The progressive movements in this country rely on the working class
to propel our democracy forward. (But) our working class has been
decimated. It doesn't exist any more, because there are no jobs, no
meaningful jobs. And so that rage and frustration which you're already
seeing leaping up around the fringes of society — and of course
America is a very violent nation, that undercurrent of violence runs
very deep — is presaging, I fear, a backwash. But a right wing
backwash. And that is largely because the liberal class in this
country became gutless."

Health Care

"Any discussion of health care in this country should begin with the
factual acknowledgment that the for-profit health care industry is a
problem and must be destroyed. This is an industry that's not only
responsible last year for the deaths of 20,000 Americans who could not
get proper health care, medical coverage. But it (is) legally allowed
(to) hold sick children hostage while parents bankrupt themselves to
try to save their sons and daughters. This is a system, in theological
terms, of death.

"Our for-profit health care system makes money off of death, the same
way our arms merchants make money off of death. And the inability
within our country to face this reality, the inability in a
corporatized media to even have this discussion is, I think, evidence
of the power of the corporate state, which drives debate, which
permits institutions that are morally bankrupt to have a seat at the
table. And that is symptomatic of a society in deep decay."

Violence

"When you push a populace to violence, you unleash a poison that
infects everyone. I don't believe in the term "A Just War." ... And
the longer we continue to speak to those in the Middle East through
the language of violence, the more we empower those who are only
capable of speaking back to us in the language of violence. When you
look at 9/11: huge explosions and death above the city skyline,
nihilistic violence as a message. Where did they learn that from? From
(Secretary of Defense Robert) McNamara of '65, when he justified the
bombing of North Vietnam, which left hundred of thousands of
Vietnamese dead, (in the name of) delivering a message to Hanoi.

The perpetrators of 9/11 simply learned to speak the language we taught
them. ... You cannot promote a virtue through force. ... You cannot
implant democracy through force. Because once you use force, you speak
in a language in which the very concept of human rights is an
absurdity."

Faith

"I'm a Christian Agnostic — which means, and I think that's probably
biblically accurate, that I know nothing, and I believe I can know
nothing, about God.

"God is a human concept. God has been given by various theological
systems – our own and others – numerous attributes, some of which are
morally repugnant. But the reality of the transcendent is something
that artists and religious thinkers — who of course in early history
were fused into one — have struggled to document.

"Marcel Proust wrote that the real news of our lives never appears in
a newspaper. The most powerful forces of human life are non-rational –
not irrational, but non-rational: Grief, love, beauty, search for
meaning, struggle with our own mortality. You can't empirically
measure these forces. The Buddhists say you can memorize as many
sutras as you want, it will never make you wise. If you're not in
touch with these forces – and Paul Woodruff wrote a great book about
this, 'Reverence' – you're not a complete human being."