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Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Wait for the Credits

I sorrowed my existence
I grieved for my being
All because I
Believed
There has to be
Something beyond
What I've seen
Because this world
Though beautiful
Is neither safe
Nor moral
Nor what it seems
Innocence has fallen
Becoming prey to danger
Kindness is missing
Hate and anger
War and crime
Famine and disease
Are common
Joy is the stranger
I can't make it better
All I can do
Is wait
For the credits


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

To The Depths of Hades Realms

We looked from a position above the pit.  To assess the world of fire, the realm of the dead, there was only one way, down.  The dead did not permanently suffer there, the dwelling was not an eternal situation.  It was a realm for the inbetween being, when not amongst the living, nor fully amongst the dead.

But that is not altogether a blessing.  We knew that there was no joy in this place.  No, Hades was a place to hold the dead prior to a sort of judgment.  After that, the winnowing would happen, and the evil would go further into the abyss, into Tartarus, or for the righteous, gods and heroes, to Elysium, the land where the tall grasses grew, swayed by the breeze, under a gently warm sun, in eternal summer. 

Life is not finite, nor is death.  Our existence is not linear, and we have little control over what the fates choose to place in our path.  Now,  we may not choose our path, as I told my friend Dante, but we can surely help the judge decide.  By every decision we make, we can do that.  Eternal desires beget eternal rewards, carnal desires beget carnal rewards.  I am not one of the gods.  Nor am I filled with knowledge of the truths the gods live by.  However, I do know, universal truths have to come from some eternal force or being, because they stand the test of time.  Some thing or being created in humans a desire to do what is right, and the desire to do what is wrong is perversity. 

"If I thought my answer were to one
who would ever return to the world,
this flame should stay without another movement; but since none
ever returned alive from this depth, if what I hear is true,
I answer thee without fear of infamy."  Dante Alighieri


We paid our great boatsman Charon for his services taking us further in to the realm.  The Styx and the Acheron form a circle round the region Hades calls his domain.  Charon ferries those who are bound for that place, if they have been sent properly, with coins upon their eyes.


We walked through the despair ridden place, it was worthy of a nightmare, more than one, even.  And do not mistake me, I do not intend to suggest that Hades is not evil, or fearsome.  He is darkness, and he is horror to countenance.  He loves to be flattered, he is vain but also, due respect for his prowess in battle.

And also, I'd like to make clear, the land of death is not without horror, pain, fear or loathing.  It is a decidedly horrible place.  People are placed in areas of the realm of Hades that matches their life's failing, and then until their judgment, they are "frozen" in place.  Every aspect of our life in flesh should remind us that we get one opportunity to learn the universal truths, because in death, the infinite choices and decisions to be moral or not, won't be there.

Finally Dante and I met the head honcho of Hades, and he scared us, quite a bit, but both of us decided, he really wasn't so bad.  He was more a bully than a cruel dictator.  So we kept walking.

Our journey took us to the pits of Tartarus.

 “There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell. ”― Edgar Allan Poe

“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”― Aldous Huxley

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”― Oscar Wilde


Sunday, January 25, 2015

My Body of Work


“Faith is an oasis in the heart which can never be reached by the caravan of thinking” Kahlil Gibran

Words of reason to the insane
Make no sense to them
But rather, they just hear noise
Reason becomes insanity
Arguments and debates
Become pointless
Sad it may be
It is best to accept
That there is nothing I can do
There are those
Who are filled with hate
There are those
Who desire my failure
They stoke their fires
Light their braziers
The wood burning
Creating heavy smoke
I am led to the platform
The ritual begins
First to shred
My outer raiments
Made to be nude
Before judgmental eyes
They rip my cloak
And strip me
Empty of my flesh
They try to make me invisible
Try to erase my being
Their acts empty me of breath
But whatever their intentions
My words are meant to invoke
To create hope
To bring truth 
My life is meant to be an example
They cannot remove my honor
They cannot steal my redemption
However they treat my body

“Just as the body cannot exist without blood, so the soul needs the matchless and pure strength of faith”  Mahatma Gandhi

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Desire and Tease

A joyous party of nymphs were playing in the woods
Loudly amongst their own, they were gleeful and without sorrows
Nymphs are playful, and beautiful, it is in their nature
A satyr happened upon the scene
After watching he lustfully called to them
As is in a Satyr's being
The nymphs ran towards him
He hoped to satisfy his hunger, his growing ardor
They were confusing him though
Making him wonder at their motives.
Were they now willing?
If so, why did they giggle
Move when he tried to touch them
Why were they calling to their sisters to come
When they didn't need more
None had done anything yet
The satyr felt great confusion
As well as lust
Growing anger
Frustration
Wonder
Pathetic desire
Eventually the moment ended
With screaming by the satyr
And then the nymphs were gone
He was left with a rise in his loins
But with no satisfaction
The satyr walked a lonely walk
Deeper into the woods
Alone
With his passionate lust
Burning


Nymphs and Satyr (French: Nymphes et un satyre) is a painting, oil on canvas, created by artist William-Adolphe Bouguereau in 1873.

William-Adolphe Bouguereau

French, 1825–1905

Nymphs and Satyr

1873
Oil on canvas
102 1/2 x 72 in. (260.4 x 182.9 cm) Frame: 122 1/8 x 90 3/4 x 7 in. (310.2 x 230.5 x 17.8 cm)

Acquired by Sterling and Francine Clark, 1942
1955.658

ON VIEW

- See more at: http://www.clarkart.edu/Collection/6158#sthash.pD1EENcK.dpuf
Three nymphs playfully drag a Satyr into a woodland pond, while a fourth calls to her companions in the distance. Satyrs—half-man, half-goat—were reputedly unable to swim. Bouguereau exhibited this painting, accompanied by a verse from the Latin poem that inspired it, at the 1873 Paris Salon. Its vaguely classical subject provided an ideal opportunity to demonstrate his skill painting the female nude from multiple viewpoints. An American collector immediately bought the work, which eventually ended up on display in the bar of New York City’s Hoffman House, where Sterling Clark first encountered it. - See more at: http://www.clarkart.edu/Collection/6158#sthash.KuVDPhWh.dpuf
Three nymphs playfully drag a Satyr into a woodland pond, while a fourth calls to her companions in the distance. Satyrs—half-man, half-goat—were reputedly unable to swim. Bouguereau exhibited this painting, accompanied by a verse from the Latin poem that inspired it, at the 1873 Paris Salon. Its vaguely classical subject provided an ideal opportunity to demonstrate his skill painting the female nude from multiple viewpoints. An American collector immediately bought the work, which eventually ended up on display in the bar of New York City’s Hoffman House, where Sterling Clark first encountered it. - See more at: http://www.clarkart.edu/Collection/6158#sthash.KuVDPhWh.dpuf

Monday, January 19, 2015

The Last Samurai of Japan

Mishima Yukio

  • What transforms this world is — knowledge. Do you see what I mean? Nothing else can change anything in this world. Knowledge alone is capable of transforming the world, while at the same time leaving it exactly as it is. When you look at the world with knowledge, you realize that things are unchangeable and at the same time are constantly being transformed. You may ask what good it does us. Let's put it this way — human beings possess the weapon of knowledge in order to make life bearable. For animals such things aren't necessary. Animals don't need knowledge or anything of the sort to make life bearable. But human beings do need something, and with knowledge they can make the very intolerableness of life a weapon, though at the same time that intolerableness is not reduced in the slightest. That's all there is to it. 
    • The Temple of the Golden Pavilion (1959)



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  • I want to make a poem of my life.
    • As quoted by Mishima's biographer, Henry Scott-Stokes in the documentary Yukio Mishima : Samurai Writer (1985)


    Sun and Steel (1968)


    In its essence, any art that relies on words makes use of their ability to eat away — of their corrosive function — just as etching depends on the corrosive power of nitric acid.

Friday, January 9, 2015

Being Less Full of Shit


The Battle Creek Sanitarium was run for people not just the terminal, nor for the mentally ill, but for average people to become healthy, by using new, and holistic means. Use of repeated enemas, scientific diets, and various means to control one's sex drive, including married people were designed to create a means for the patients to overcome their own weakness and become healthier than before they were sick. The head of the sanitarium was a doctor of medicine, John Harvey Kellogg believed the human body would mend its own wounds, become healthy, and would live far beyond the typical lifespan of the day.  And he demonstrated that by dying at the old age of 91 years old.

Many people of his era did seek his medical attentions, and some believed themselves to have been cured, or made healthier by his work.  Whether it was his work or simply getting rest is not my place to suggest, but it would probably be good to be made to be less full of shit, better rested, and more vigorous from exercise.

However, as happens when some people get a hold of some small nugget of truth that others have not found, he took his truth and began to expound on it and tangentially created many theories about the human race that were not true, did not improve health, would harm people if allowed to happen, and were at best racially flawed, and at worst paternalistically racist.  His foundation Racial Betterment Foundation called for racial segregation, anti-racial mixing, anti-immigration of non-whites and more.  But to be honest, Kellogg did have foster children who were black who benefited from his parenting and providence.  He was wealthy.


Altogether it would be easy to call John Harvey Kellogg a wingnut, but perhaps for all we know being less full of shit, literally, is the key to happiness.








Monday, January 5, 2015

I am just one person.

The Evil of Perversity by Jean Delville
"We have exiled beauty; the Greeks took up arms for her."   Albert Camus

The evil of perversity is true, and it is truly in ways beyond measure.

In the case of love, for instance, humans are perverse.  People abandon lovers and spouses, in some crude form of the game musical chairs, not for any particular issue in the relationship, but for ennui and the lack of effort and interest.  They long for the freedom to try and find another person so that they might feel, again, the rush of a new relationship, and love and lust.  It doesn't matter the good points of the person left behind, what matters is the feelings and excitement found in the pursuit, the capture and the celebration of the conquest.

We treat nature not as our mother or provider, but as ours to exploit.  Our world's mechanical, jaded, and cynical modernity takes nature, destroys it, so that things can be used, perhaps even just once, thrown out, placed in a plastic bag, to be buried, in the earth, where it is sealed and won't decay, for hundreds of years.  We dig great holes in the earth, fill them, push the piles around, crush them with bulldozers, and finally cover that layer with lime, and start another layer.

We seem to view the world as being endless in its providence.  Humanity exists at a level of consumption that exceeds the ability of the earth to support it.  This isn't referring solely to food, but, if humans are all to eat meat as with much of the Western diet, the earth could not sustain the needs.  It has been predicted that in 20 years the oceans fisheries will collapse from over fishing. But let's say we are talking about the present, not the future.  The problem in the present isn't nearly as bad as it could be, thanks to the great strides forward in the green revolution in the 1960s and 1970s.  However nearly 28% of all food harvested, meat, grains, vegetables, fruits, and more, are lost due to spoilage and waste.  People die in numbers that are obscene, every day upon the earth, and humans have the ability to prevent much of it.  And they don't.

We have found a way to create energy that seems to be without cost... Modern humans have conquered the atom, and use the energy it generates, so that we might watch television, write on our computers, and power our lamps, washing machines, dryers, and vacuum cleaners. The great atom produces power for us, and all it leaves behind is radiated water that we place in casks of concrete.  We'll never have to worry about them again, we will just bury them at sea, or in some deep pit, next to a ground water table.  Chernobyl Nuclear plant had a grave disaster, and the land it contaminated is still poisonous.  Chernobyl was only stopped from complete destruction by the sacrifice of many people who gave their lives to fight the fires and stop the event from going further ...

And we have begun to see the cycle of wars over resources that never end.  There are wars that continue in the name of some great cause like justice or retribution for a wrong committed.  And to paraphrase A Fiddler on the Roof, "Eye for an Eye, Tooth for Tooth, leaves us all Eyeless and Toothless."  I believe in justice, and fairness, but I can't see our way through what we are doing.

Global warming and climate change are debated.  Do I believe in them?  I believe things are happening, whether from human intervention or not, they are very powerful in their destructive force.  I have no idea how we can prevent them if they are natural, and if they are caused by human hands, I think it might just be that a natural event was hastened.  Therefore, we are still in bad straits, regardless of the cause.

And now, instead of teaching our children the harsh lessons of life, to guide them in their future, we tell children that they are special, every single one of them.  But then we prevent   them from competition.  That is, we have them run in races where everyone wins, and there are no losers.  We do not tell them they are wrong, we tell them they are not quite right.  We tell them you can do anything, in a world that is growingly harder to achieve in, without skills that require a student to have abilities and talents that only come to the forefront by competition and test.  Not testing with paper and pencil, but by challenge, and life lessons and skills. 

I believe in love, kindness, and hope.  I pray for my friends, family, government and the world.  I believe in a world of people doing more than tsk tsking and complaining, but I am one person.  I am just one person.