Monday, November 9, 2009

PROFOUND COMMENTS, QUICKLY JOTTED NOTES, AND SUGGESTED TITLES FOR FUTURE GREAT WORKS - or - WHAT IS IT YOU WOULD TEACH?



Lusting after the very things that oppress us
“Seeing through the world”
Consensual Reality
Culture Trance
Creative loafing and the “Sub-Genius”
The originary custom of primal peoples – nomadic, non-hierarchical tribes of humble
paragons whose continued, hard-scrabble existence is their teaching
Consciousness structures – discover the writings of Jean Gebser, Julian Jaynes – or
forever grovel about in your Platonic cave, Gumby
Shamanism, Hallucinogens, and the Re-Assessing of Reality <= check it out
Democracy in Our Republic – It had its faults in the Beginning but it was a shining
example none-the-less; Now: Where It Go?
The Shift from an Agricultural Society to One Owned and Managed by Industrialist-
Capitalists, Shifting into a Hydra-Headed Despot-Class of Service Provider
Technophiles Who Shipped Customer Service and the Making-of-Things Overseas
Corporatocracy (or Corpocracy)
- look for ways to substantiate, publicize, and make more transparent the deleterious
effects corporate capitalism has on the home front and on global democracy
American Empire: The Imperial Presidency, Corruption and Ignorance at Home –
Militarism Abroad
Food production has become environmentally unfriendly food processing <= for-profit
only; I heard there’s real food at farmer’s markets (heard fake thunder at Safeway?)
How Propaganda Works: Mainstream Corporate Media vs. Bloggers-of-Suspect-Facts,
but who cares just as long as the middle and lower classes keep bickering amongst
themselves in their tiresome, pundit-two-step, dualist, trance-dance
Mega-corporations own the foundations, institutes and think-tanks that churn out the so-called experts. These experts are then regularly trotted out on news shows to inform the citizenry via their corporately-infused, corporately-inspired, corporately-funded expertise.
And Whitehead’s merely well-informed man says to himself “I see through the eyes of my corporate pusher. I am well-informed man.” And all is well…NOT!
Religion’s gods vs. secular atheists’ no-god – Is there another choice?
From materialism, to spiritual materialism, to a meaninglessness of the term “spirituality”
“I watched that preacher on TV and – doggone it – I’m not mistaking emotionalism for
spirituality…am I?”
Hatha yoga is just mindful stretching or an age-old way of body-tuning –
And calisthenics are good for you!
Self-Righteous, Transcender Meditation Communities
Fluffy New Age Descender Mugs
Hip-Hop Anything = The Ignorant Class Parading its Fashionless, No-Talent Ghetto
Stupidity in-yo’-face, Jackass
Contemplatives-in-Action – The Jesuitical Factor => Still Relevant? Do the Masons and
the Jesuits still “Run the World”?
Exploring new global strategies for improving both emancipatory and regulatory human
systems that can and must be developed to more equitably serve the needs of the
planet so as to avoid replays of past, empire-driven policies and actions.
Global Governance: how best to reconfigure state sovereignty (e.g., via disaggregated
sovereignty)
Would-be success stories are apathetic, ambivalent – made into failures and dropouts
simply because they are organization-phobes and aren’t fast-talking talkers
Join the O.4B. (Order of the Bewildered, Befuddled, Betwixt and Between)
Hear ye, Hear Ye: The Useless and Worthless Club has merged with the Apathetic Club
The demise of the Authentic; the Real done got up and…it’s gone
What? Short-sighted money-lovers and hypocrites represent us?
If you listen objectively, commercials tell us how dumb we are – and the stuff they try to sell is utter crap, leaving us with the inescapable conclusion that we are nothing but willinglly programmed, crap-hounds, and yet
Why are we, in so many ways, still living in the 19 th Century?
Paradoxically (perhaps) I ask: "Do we lament the lost craft of the classicist, all the while clamoring for a shift in consciousness, thankful for cultural creatives?”

Hey, Joe, where you goin' with that cell phone in yore hand?
High fructose corn syrup came into being in 1980.
Today, all American soda pop is sweetened with it.
In fact, it's everywhere in the food now - bread, jam, etc.
Ah the days of real sugar in my strawberry Nehi sodie-pop!
Alas, real food has become a rare delicacy here...
Agribusiness/factory farm food processors get rich.
We get sick - and fat.
Pharmaceutical companies fund and twist scientific studies,
Then dictate health policy (or the lack thereof).
Media is overwhelmingly controlled
By a handful of corporations,
As is almost everything else.

On the oldies stations, I keep hoping (in vain) to hear
I Had Too Much To Dream Last Night by the Electric Prunes
But I only get The Doobie Brothers and Jimmy Buffet.
Republican government is a veneer
- no democracy -
Elections are just about money and favors owed.
Oil is King -
Economic hit men in all corners of the globe;
Militarism's run rampant,
Over 800 US bases in every corner of the globe
US Empire seems about to crash
- the Mayan calendar ends in 2012 -
But the beat goes on...
That's what I want to continue researching and teaching.
I'll title my course:
The Hissing of the Corporate Demon and the Plight of the Cultural Mutant.

THE PLIGHT OF THE CULTURAL MUTANT



The cultural mutant somehow missed out on being or becoming a part of the neo-American dream: the techno-modernist vision, the triumphalist society, a person capable of easily identifying with the vapid, false consciousness of the age.  Society revels in its self-referent, solipsistic definition of success: its self-absorbed, materialist consensual reality and a culture trance run amok that lulls ill-informed citizenry into complacency via rampant consumerism and an out-of-control commodity fetishism.  The cultural mutant bemoans the decline of the authentic and agitates against the cultural Marxist, self-hating white liberal podunks whose politically correct rhetoric gets thrown in one’s face.

While this society smugly congratulates itself on its legacy of being the champion of liberty and freedom around the world, the cultural mutant recoils in horror at such hypocrisy, seeing instead a USA, Inc. that has exploited peoples, their resources, and the environment – either directly or through client surrogates – wherever it can.  It’s no shining “city upon a hill” – far from it!

In short, the cultural mutant does not buy into this bullshit, counterfeit society.

 
The Federal Reserve is in the business of counterfeiting money.

The mainstream media is in the business of counterfeiting news.

The pharmaceutical industry is in the business of counterfeiting medicine (Biopracy! They are stealing molecules from nature then counterfeiting their own patented variations.)

The medical schools are in the business of counterfeiting medical degrees. (When a doctor graduates from medical school, he still knows virtually nothing about nutrition.)

Doctors are in the business of counterfeiting false medical authority.

The mega-sized food corporations are in the business of counterfeiting food. (Processed cheese food product, anyone?)

The global consumer product companies are in the business of manufacturing counterfeit consumer products such as “baby oil” (which is really a petroleum product).

Social networks like Facebook are in the business of counterfeiting friends. (Please LIKE this article, okay?)

Cookie-cutter home builders are in the business of constructing counterfeit homes out of plywood, styrofoam and sheetrock… many these homes will not be standing in just 20 years.

Local city councils are in the business of counterfeiting power. (Obey or be punished!)

Public schools are in the business of counterfeiting school diplomas. (Huh? What? Who needs to learn how to write, anyway?)

The Pentagon is in the business of counterfeiting war. (Don’t have a war to fight? Bomb the World Trade Center and blame it on someone!)

Mainstream historians are in the business of counterfeiting history. (Everything you were taught about history in public school is a lie…)

The globalist banksters are in the business of counterfeiting debt. (You thought it was money, didn’t ya? But it’s really just debt.)
                                                                 Mike Adams, Natural News  9/2/11

Still, the cultural mutant has a sensitive side. The alienation and separation that typifies a dissociated society sears all the more into the souls of those who must abide and cannot escape this dystopian utopia.

The extreme sadness about
What goes on in the world
While everyone around me
Prances about in the silly
Dalliances of everyday life
Makes me seem like a saint.
But I am not pure
Just aching raw in my heart,
Unable to 'have fun,' enjoy
Get serious
Be ambitious
Just bobbing about -
With one more credential,
Or another skill set
Yet wasting away in
A killing-time zone
Seemingly ill-suited to any
Normative endeavor
(Secular or whatever)
Unable to meditate much
I contemplate the nothingness
Of endless outer space
And it feels like
A waiting-room life -
Of waiting
To live free or die
Mummified
A cantankerous old coot
Who could never get along
Who loved the world too much
Who was never understood
And couldn't understand
How others
Are so
Comfortable here.

Ah, but this cultural mutant author exhorts one and all – “don’t take no guff and keep your sense of humor at all costs!”:

“Awaken, oh human beans! Be Not Content. Do not despair. Arise! Walk tall, immortal souls!”

THE CRYING SOUL OF DREAMING EYE



(presented by The Sovereign Union of the Spiritual Self)

The extreme sadness
Of what goes on in the world
While everyone around me
Prances about In the silly dalliances of everyday life
Makes me seem like a saint.
But I am not pure
Just aching raw in my heart,
Unable to 'have fun,' enjoy
Get serious
Be ambitious
Just bobbing about -
With one more credential,
Or another skill set
Yet wasting away in
A killing-time zone
Seemingly ill-suited to any
Normative endeavor
(Secular or whatever)
Unable to meditate much
I contemplate the nothingness
Of endless outer space
And it feels like
My waiting-room life -
Only waiting To live free
Or die Mummified
A cantankerous old coot
Who could never get along
Who loved the world too much
Who was never understood
And couldn't understand
How others
Are so
Comfortable here.

BOTH AND/ EITHER OR



How hypnotic the Cartesian worldview -
And yet the sequence just goes away
When the epistemological shift
To both/and reality
Is made and done.
The office clerk of either/or
Derides the shamanic trace -
Experiencing perceptual reality
We manage to keep
Cartesian splits alive, intact
In intellect.
But the whole job
Of making the epistemological shift
Within the shamanic experience -
Of being stuck on the spiritual path
By trying to negotiate some
Non-existent transition
In spiritual development -
Is only perceived to be there
Because
Cartesian models
Cause them to think about
The spiriual realm that way.
They haven't realized
The issue is more semantic than real.

RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME



Do your legs feel funny after
Driving a long distance?
Are your thoughts rushing along - so that
YOU CAN'T SLEEP?
Are you on
“Pins and needles”?
Do you have difficulty meditating?
Finding that "Stillpoint"?
Well,
Maybe you should watch TV
For a while...
But...do you get up and wander around
during commercials?
You know what it is?
You know what it is -
You know you have Restless Leg Syndrome
That's it!
Like the man said -
Restless Leg Syndrome.
It must be, as suggested.
Yes, you got it,
You got RLS
For sure, no doubt!
The symptoms fit.
In fact,
I get up during commercials.
To go repeatedly to...
The refrigerator door -
Or the bathroom -
Those legs of mine
Are restless -
And so am I!
I CAN'T SLEEP!
It's your legs, stupid!
I have it -
Restless Leg Syndrome.

CUT FUNDING & IMPEACH



You're an equal arm of government
Holding the People's purse strings.
The People overwhelmingly know
A fraud
When they see it.
This so-called War -
Only a neo-liberal cover
For a neo-con con game
Of positioning military assets
Permanently
To secure the petro-dollar,
To assure uninterrupted access
To oil,
By oil interests
For oil interests,
Is brought to you by global plutocrats.
Cut them off,
Oh Legislators! - Cut Funding.
We say, "No more -
No more corpocracy
Misadventures.
Impeach Bush-Cheney, Inc."
And when the funding stops
No one is in peril,
No one is un"patriotic"
The chicken-hawk war machine
Cannot and will not
Let our soldiers dangle -
Helplessly -
Instead, they will be forced
To bring them back.
WHY DOES NO ONE
SAY IT LIKE THAT?
Because, plainly, though complex,
IT IS AS SIMPLE AS THAT.
Let the Blackwater (neo-East India Company)
Stay - but stay on the corpocracy's dime.
It's their war anyway -
Let those scoundrels stay
In their last refuge.
But not Bush-Cheney, Inc.
Cut them off! Now!
Cut them down
From their unItary perch!
Cut them
From the public purse!
Let them run from
Their own fear campaign,
Worldwide torture chambers,
"Patriot" Act enforcement -
As they dangle like the bully-boy
Cretins
That they are.
Cutting funding
Cuts off those misbegottens
From The People,
We The People,
Yes,
WE - The REAL People.

PERSIAN CONVERSION



In a UN pool reflecting
A sneery-faced Bush
Is seen his Persian version
A little tyrant clod:
Almost equally twisted
Ahmedinejad.

IBN AL'ARABI'S GOD – FOUND



Turn, turn, turn,
Love –
God found In a young girl's face,
And quite especially In those lythe young
Faces
Of 60s hippy chicks
Turn, turn
Turn onward.

SYMPTOM BEARER



Familial self-loathing
Within
Pattern-causing
Button-pushing,
And out vented
Malevolently offensive
Sophomorically insulting
Hurt-words.
Spewing,
Hurling
Into a kerfuffle –
A garboil
Of complementary
Schismogenesis –
Façades sheltering
Pain
Crumbled.
Formed in anger,
Thoughtless cruelty
Presided and
Poison arrows
Flitted.
A family barometer
Paused a bit
At the abyss,
Then headlongingly plunged
Short-breathed,
Dour-dingled Into the way
Down yonder.
And in the macro
Social
Bigland
Map-o-things
An entity sighed –
A symptom bearer
Recoups,
Slowly regrouping,
Resetting the set
And setting.
A sorrow-born
Apologetics ensues.
Again retrying,
Again and again.

GUMPETY RUMPETY JACKETY



Methinks, m'lad,
That somber thoughts
O' Kabba-Harris-tweed 'l dee er dumb
In jewy dancing monochord 'n' turgid prose all
Mannerly, hmm -
'Tis but
Ton up yer lip
Und froggy sheet
Makes me taciturn
Pages in dour needa
Me drink! me drink!
Umphalos phalousy
Frumpnik
Das da seemy
Side a things
No ifs, ands er butts
If you iz, if you R
Er if'n you ain't
Duel-dancin' in da
Verby bushiage
Ya gonna frotage
Swarthy breathages
O' Harris – etterlin,
Ya be sussed In a horse bin, agin!

SUPERMARKET TOUR



Frosty-Os piled high
Next to corn syrup sodas
Mayonnaisey spreads
Boxes of instant cakes –
I ply the aisles
Vacantly eyeing all
The dead foods
With shiny labels
Stocked on shelves
Neatly, neatly.
Attention shoppers!
Before you/you see
Food products trucked
(with fumes) from
Factory farms and
Industrial strength
Processing plants.
Check the ingredients
Unpronounceable
Gunk-stuff-clogging
Chemosthemy
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
And the produce –
Genetically selected
To stay unbruised
For a long shelf life
Or whatnot…for profits
Grown in long rows
(and now how neatly stacked)
Row after row – degraded
By the very process that
Produced such mock-ups.
And abused animal meats
Again, packaged
Neatly, neatly
I see –
Cadaver slices
From once-upon-a-time
Units of life denied
Who suffered cruelty
To slake the taste buds of
Civilization’s minions,
And I proceed to check-out
To join the other
Restive-yet-servile
Symptom-bearers
Of artificial food
Dysfunction.

WHOSE EYE ATOP THE PYRAMID?



Whose eye atop the pyramid,
Thirteen layers high,
Gazes into Infinite space
On pedestal dated 1776?
An Eye of Providence
Approving these undertakings,
Of a new sacred order?
Whose one-eyed eagle,
Thirteen stars above
Thirteen arrows gathered
And olive leaves hanging,
Is splayed behind a shield of
Thirteen stripes –
Those colonies of yore
Now gone, absorbed?
Whose note is this,
This Federal Reserve,
A thing not federal
But in private hands, and
A central bank without
Reserves, cobbled
From a cabal of
Regional banksters?
Whose eye indeed
Looks down from
Atop a hierarchy of
Executive arms that
Serve a parallel master –
Annuit Coeptis/
E Pluribus Unum
Each phrase,
13 letters long?
Whose eye atop the pyramid,
Never letting loose
A tear, stares
Eternally as a
Three-sided halo capstone?
Why it’s the combined evil eye
Of three hundred men –
300 doomed Committeemen.

BY THIS SOVEREIGN UNION - PATRIOT MYTHOLOGY




We People are
Born with initial cap
Names.
But each is
Sold to the STATE
For 9,000 crummy dollars
Via paper issued by The NW BANKNOTE CO. which
Then gets filed at the US CHAMBER OF COMMERCE.
We become We the PEOPLE,
With an initial future value Of 1,000,000 crumbs apiece,
Each attached to
A nine-digit number.
Now enslaved to our
Straw man identities,
Our names in all caps,
We flounder on
Through a “life”
Dispossessed.
Our food
Our schools
Our media –
All designed artifice
Keeping us from
Knowing Ourselves.
The banks – a fraud
The courts – a fraud
Government – bankrupt,
Dissolved in all but NAME,
For
We the WAGE SLAVES,
Are CONTRACTUAL SERFS.
And yet, one day we awaken
To Our Real Selves.
We follow the fiat of our
Bankrupt NATION –
We issue
Our own indemnity and off-set bonds –
And send them to the
US TREASURY
We say: half $300 million in your
Coffers, less the price of
Releasing ME from my bondage!
And so it goes…thus it is Ordered
By this Sovereign Union.

ENGLISH - DOGGEREL LANGUAGE



I take it you already know
of tough and bough and cough and dough.
Others may stumble, but not you,
On hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
To learn of less familiar traps.

Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead-it's said like bed, not bead.
For goodness sake, don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat.
They rhyme with suite and straight and debt.

A moth is not a moth in mother,
Nor both in bother, broth in brother,
And here is not a match for there,
Nor dear and fear for pear and bear.
And then there's dose and rose and lose
Just look them up--and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward.
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come I've hardly made a start.

A dreadful language? Man alive,
I'd mastered it when I was five!

ANOTHER DAY HAS PASSED




Bereft of institutional legitimacy
And convinced that everything is rigged
He-who-left-no-mark
Retreated to his hermit's shack
Creatively loafing another day away
And longing for something to do.
Ah, to have a purpose, a goal,
To focus on accomplishing something!
Yet even the resistance seems rigged.
He thought of Vladimir Megre's Ringing Cedars series,
John Coleman's Committee of 300 book,
A People's History of the United States: 1492 - Present by Howard Zinn
And he could only weep, glad that he had no kids
No one to answer to -
Only a wife who thought him a foolish man.
Something will change
Some new something is coming.
But what?
Can love survive a set-up world?
He sat in his ringside seat, wondering,
Down. Another day has passed.
Thanks be to God