“One of my favorite poems from Lawrence Ferlinghetti–poet, publisher, and proprieter of the beloved CIty LIghts bookstore in San Francisco–who died yesterday at age 101.”
So, queridos, ¿Qué tal hoy? How’s your day going thus far? Now, I had just a couple of minutes, so I was responding to the post I put up on the pods that a city in Germany is using to help the homeless, and I was pondering the responses in the U.S. (illegal to give food to the homeless in some places…spikes on park benches to ensure no one sleeps on them…etc) and…as I am wont to do…the thoughts that encircle many of our days as we have spent the last how long in a dual pandemic of Covid and Fallacious Construct.
So here it is…my stream of consciousness for this morning. Soy Yo.
And We are all One – all of us needing to practice. xoxox
The reality appears to be that many places across the globe have done much forward thinking. In the U.S., there are so many folks with workable ideas, well-thought out.
Unfortunately, we – the U.S. citizens ( most) – do NOT value are artisans, our future thinkers (and btw, our future is NOW. This is action time.), our current thinkers – credible ones where their track record and actions now toward collectively practicing ONEness – the real kind, on-the-ground kind, is visible and interactive.
The crowd is loud…that swath of people who have spent their lives learning how to yell the loudest…be the bully…to make your Self heard…to be able to stand your ground…and yet choose to not hear other, rational, honest voices. So, I’m telling you this:
I. SEE. YOU. WE. HEAR. YOU. Most of us are there, have been there, or are about to be there where you are in some manner. Let’s look across at each other – y’know…horizontally? Laterally?
WE. ARE. NOT. EACH. OTHERS’. ENEMY. I’d really like you to get that. What freakin magic power do you think the everyday humans have on this ‘side’ that is the ‘opposite’ of you, somehow ‘out to get you or take your shit’ kind of people. For real?! We get our clock cleaned the same way you do. How come you can’t believe that? Is it because different spins are used for different people? C’mon, like, light up, pal, and listen up.
All the Big Players have been and are constantly creating stories – I called it creating/building constructs – like making a building with Lies for mortar. They use their underlings – and make no mistake – the guys on talk radio and TV – they ARE underlings. Otherwise (paying attention still?) just how do you think they could say the same thing at the same time on all the shows in exactly the same way? Just observing, y’know?
You keep lookin’ at me when I try to explain even half a Reality – the for real kind
what I keep – even now – after ALL the credible evidence of virtually ZERO ZILCH fraud – getting back from you and those CROOKED SEDITIOUS PLAYED-YOU-LIKE-A-FINE-GUITAR and for at least 8 years guys –
REGURGITATION of what they fed you! Man, that food really sticks to your ribs, eh?
And then…! You guys go and storm the freakin capitol, like – wow – just how finely they must have tuned you – the instrument of your own destruction they made you into and now take no credit for having done so. They disowned you like a borrowed red-headed stepchild – hard and fast – dropped you right on your pointed hatted head. Hello? Still listening? Did you know the 49ers bought an English Premier League Soccer team? (ah, still with me…)
Hear the rhythms of your own growing up
If you grew up rural, well BFD
If you grew up city, well BFD
Take those rhythms of the beauty, music, good times and bring them here
I’ll pick up an instrument and we share our music
Another group can wrench to the rhythm of an engine when she purrs
Or revs aggressively like a Cheetah with an extra set of lungs.
And then there’s recipes…I mean, do you see where I’m going with this? Honest-to-God? And am I pissed at you? Oh yeah. Let’s not get it twisted. I’m pissed because you refuse to even look at anything other than your proscribed media – all else is crap. Shit, guys, it’s like you were given, believe, and use a new Bible, for Christ’s sake! For Christ’s sake…ah, yeah. Sure.
So yeah, that’s it for this episode from the Could-possibly-be-full-of-shit-department-but-come-ready-to-debate-discuss-if-you-think-so.
Beginning won’t be easy for any of us. But, practice leaving your ego, your religion, and your biases at the door. No worries: no one wants to pick up your baggage. We all have our own and it can be very heavy.
Until next time
Just keep the little propagandapersusions in mind…
As the slow rolling friendly fascist coup
Goes into refinement stage…
Watch the Words…
See how they’re spun
Old meaning/New meaning
But not for those
Who desperately need
To believe the Newspeak
Anti fascists are Bad.
Even though the Nation State
Anti fascists are Bad.
The fools with the white Walmart polyester no iron guaranteed to hold its cone-shape through 57 washings
See colored Boogeymen
Of millions of shades.
ANTIFA is Bad
KKK is just many nice guys
Around a Tree.
Yes, yes, my erudite, used-to-be-Rock n Roll, Country, R&B, Soul, Doo-Wop, Surfing, you name it…Individuations of the End-of-WWII Celebration – you could call it, home coming…
…yesterday, we were better.
We loved more – liked more even; gave the other guy a break; cut each other some slack.
…yesterday, we were better.
We were better during those years
That Vietnam tore our loved ones from our lives
At the behest of Powermongers’ wet dreams.
Their old armchairs have worn out
Thanks to so many Fake Patriot ventures.
GM Lies for Breakfast
Fast Food Frankenfood for Lunch and sometimes dinner.
Lies sprinkled like Jimmies across the top of our Ice Cream existences.
And we loved them; still do.
It’s so much better to eat what tastes good
Than what’s good for you
Good for all of us.
The Collective instinct has all but been bred out of us. Listen to the Decades:
Then the 60s…the 70s…we did better.
We made mistakes…but we did things together to make things better.
We stood up. Yes, yes. Brave. Passionate. We had leaders then.
Seems they had to die. The Truth is not allowed to be dug out
Many of us can chronicle our lives by the Music
Across the decades we sang…
And then we stopped.
So we – some of us – turned on Fox News
helps to have an entity to validate our Fears
Give us things and folks to blame
And drop kick us Jesus through the goalposts of Life.
Now, just take it easy.
I know all the stories and narratives and the good we do.
I also know what we’ve been and done
How we’ve changed every decade we’ve lived through
Working together – collectively – oooh, bad word.
Judgment has become just the trendiest thing
Separation the ‘In Thing’ –
especially if they’re those ‘Others.’
Now, ‘Separation’ is in large part achieved.
‘Social Distancing’ is now not only okay
But an Order.
So what happens now,
my Baby Boomer colleagues?
Will – can – we
change another Decade
For the Good?
For the movement
Through the Paradigm Shift?
Will we stand up
Drop the Fear
And pick up Change?
We have to, you know.
And when the evening yields to night
we have two choices:
Pre-serve the Planet – for us, our kids, grandkids
Continue the way it is
Lies upon Lies
Pollution upon pollution
Watch the Words!!!
It’s Time. We know what to do.
I’ve not heard of David Swanson before, so I’ll be doing ever more research (because it’s part of who I am – yes, yes 🙂 – and shall get back to you in due time. Please, feel free to do your own and offer your reasoned (psst: reasoned) opinion.
“Someday, George, there’ll be a Fascist global society run by the corporations and the Oligarchs, with the severely religious as both their watchdogs and their propaganda pulpits. Then, we’ll both be right: We shall see that all take place in the created reality between Distraction and Force.” (imagined conversation between Huxley and Orwell – coulda happened…)
And a fine Tuesday morning to you from here on the porch. It’s been raining quite a bit these last weeks, and when it does, it’s hard to imagine something like water becoming a scarce commodity – and a commodity is how most corporations involved in the taking of our water see this precious and life-sustaining resource. Reading the CEO of Nestle (amongst others) state that water is not a God-given right for humans, but instead, a commodity to be, in his calcified mind and hardened heart, privatized, monetized, and used for profit, I just have to shake my head and wonder at what point he decided the rest of us weren’t human enough to deserve water. Currently, the corporations dealing in buying up water are doing just that. In Nestle’s case, they rape California waters on a regular basis, and corporations will buy and drain the waters in villages across the globe, leaving the local residents just poop out of luck. Somehow, now, that just doesn’t seem right…or even close to human, doing that. I call it Profit-at-any-Cost.
Nevertheless, what I observe – and have over the years – and, as a kid growing up in a big city, is that the only place we really see water is out of the tap; or the fire hydrant, where having the wrench that opened the hydrant in the summer meant a/you were the most popular adult in the street; b/no one told the cops who had the wrench; c/and, as an adult, you could make the best dang spray for the neighborhood kids by pushing your butt back against the open hydrant. But, unless a water main broke, most of us – or I imagine you – ever thought about water and its complexities.
Then, in school, I took classes on Water. I learned about rivers and river systems; water wars (for instance, the ongoing one involving Georgia, Florida, and Alabama), or the one known a bit more widely, all the issues with Water in Southern California and the Southwest. After even more classes on the topic, my thinking about Water began to be clearer…and more worrying in a way. Now, as Droughts become more frequent, and I sadly watch what is happening in Australia, where the Big Drought has been going on for years, and the nation-state doesn’t seem to have addressed the issue much – and certainly not listened to indigenous wisdoms, I realize that here in the United States, most of us have no clue.
No clue, you might say? You know all about water, yes? Are you aware of how many underground aquifers are going dry? What the difference is between water underground that is nearer the surface as opposed to deep aquifers? Have you noticed, if you live in a big city, how so much of the underground systems are crumbling? Of course, most of us know – at least, peripherally – places like Flint, Michigan. There are many more than just Flint, believe me. What I think, is that most of us don’t even think about any of it, as long as our water comes out of the tap. Those like myself, who are on a well, have different issues to keep track of. But, even with wells, most of us – as long as the well pumps and the water comes – don’t give it too much of a thought, at least around these parts.
So, I thought I’d take this week to, just maybe, think about water in our lives, how it is around your neck of the woods, eh? How’s your water? What is it (well, city water, etc.)? I’d sure be interested. Since all water is local, each of us might have a story to share. In the meantime, I’m headed to the kitchen to heat up some water in my kettle and make another cup of coffee. Join me? Water is a fascinating conversation, I assure you. Until then, from the porch, I bid you a mellow day.
An excerpt…take a moment and read the whole piece…it’s powerful and poignant and gentle and strong.
By 1967, King had become the country’s most prominent opponent of the Vietnam War, and a staunch critic of overall U.S. foreign policy, which he deemed militaristic. In his “Beyond Vietnam” speech delivered at New York’s Riverside Church on April 4, 1967 — a year to the day before he was murdered — King called the United States “the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today.”
Time magazine called the speech “demagogic slander that sounded like a script for Radio Hanoi,” and the Washington Post declared that King had “diminished his usefulness to his cause, his country, his people.”
By Rev. Martin Luther King
4 April 1967
Speech delivered by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., on April 4, 1967, at a meeting of Clergy and Laity Concerned at Riverside Church in New York City
I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight because my conscience leaves me no other choice. I join with you in this meeting because I am in deepest agreement with the aims and work of the organization which has brought us together: Clergy and Laymen Concerned about Vietnam. The recent statement of your executive committee are the sentiments of my own heart and I found myself in full accord when I read its opening lines: “A time comes when silence is betrayal.” That time has come for us in relation to Vietnam.
The truth of these words is beyond doubt but the mission to which they call us is a most difficult one. Even when pressed by the demands of inner truth, men do not easily assume the task of opposing their government’s policy, especially in time of war. Nor does the human spirit move without great difficulty against all the apathy of conformist thought within one’s own bosom and in the surrounding world. Moreover when the issues at hand seem as perplexed as they often do in the case of this dreadful conflict we are always on the verge of being mesmerized by uncertainty; but we must move on.
Some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak. We must speak with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak. And we must rejoice as well, for surely this is the first time in our nation’s history that a significant number of its religious leaders have chosen to move beyond the prophesying of smooth patriotism to the high grounds of a firm dissent based upon the mandates of conscience and the reading of history. Perhaps a new spirit is rising among us. If it is, let us trace its movement well and pray that our own inner being may be sensitive to its guidance, for we are deeply in need of a new way beyond the darkness that seems so close around us.
Over the past two years, as I have moved to break the betrayal of my own silences and to speak from the burnings of my own heart, as I have called for radical departures from the destruction of Vietnam, many persons have questioned me about the wisdom of my path. At the heart of their concerns this query has often loomed large and loud: Why are you speaking about war, Dr. King? Why are you joining the voices of dissent? Peace and civil rights don’t mix, they say. Aren’t you hurting the cause of your people, they ask? And when I hear them, though I often understand the source of their concern, I am nevertheless greatly saddened, for such questions mean that the inquirers have not really known me, my commitment or my calling. Indeed, their questions suggest that they do not know the world in which they live.
In the light of such tragic misunderstandings, I deem it of signal importance to try to state clearly, and I trust concisely, why I believe that the path from Dexter Avenue Baptist Church — the church in Montgomery, Alabama, where I began my pastorate — leads clearly to this sanctuary tonight.
I come to this platform tonight to make a passionate plea to my beloved nation. (continued in the link)
Y’know, I think I’m going to think about having chickens. Yupp. Leaning toward it – but still in the Mentally Leaning stage. This repurposed chicken coop idea is a might fine looking piece of equipment made from an old swing set. Check it out.
From the Back Porch, Blues Vues. 🌹
Whether you have an old swing set laying around or know of a broken down set that will inevitably end up in a junk yard or landfill this is a great way to turn one man’s trash into another one’s treasure; all the while helping the environment and becoming more self-sustainable. Backyard (and frontyard) chicken enthusiasts as well as those who love repurposing will be tickled pink by the following project…
— Leer en realfarmacy.com/repurposed-swing-set-chicken-coop/
You can’t even sit out on the back porch, really, without thinking about Climate Change. Things are different. The weather is different. The temperature is higher or lower – extreme – wherever you might be. Here, in the Deepest South, it’s been warm – they say it’s the warmest July on record so far, in the warmest year. I know one thing: the bugs like it. Hell no, they love it. The tics, which have no regulation of their internal temperature that I know of, must be procreating like crazy in this nice, warm weather, because they’re all over.
All manner of bugs are proliferating. The scorpions – and I don’t know much about their mating habits or makeup – are finding their way into all manner of nook and cranny. (anyone know what a cranny is, by the way?) And, oh, the ants. It’s a yearly seasonal battle that has been getting just plain awful over the last few years. What the heck kind of power does that Queen Bee have, anyway!? I want to bottle it and sell it – and use it! She gets all those males and workers to do exactly what she decides she wants. They must have had a Queens’ meeting and decided that my house is a great party house. No matter if there’s food about or not, Lord, they just claim a free space and party. My Bug guy and I are on a first-name-come-for-coffee basis.
So, back to Climate Change. I actually like the term Climate Destabilization. Global Warming is a once-upon-a-time title, when we really didn’t know quite so much about what was happening…except the Biggies did. Exxon-Mobil knew. Big corporations dependent upon us not having a real clue as to the reality of Climate Change knew. But they couldn’t let us know; because they might have to change their dang profit-at-any-cost ways. I figure they’ve found another planet to live on already, so they can rape and pillage and plunder this planet at will because their progeny won’t be living here. They just keep on pushing the oil and smashing the possibilities of Solar, Air, and Wind….not quite enough profit in it, you see.
All that oil…petroleum…now we know we have to change our ways – get off the dang stuff. Okay, we might buy an electric car; or recycle plastic bottles (anyone ever consider buying glass, then repurposing, reusing it?) Hmmm…
So, here it comes; Friday’s question: How many things in your house and your life can you name that come from Oil/Petroleum? Whole or in part? Think about it. One? Thirty? Go outside and head to work. Then, when you’re done, it’s Friday. Go out and have a good time. Through which part of the day did you find you did not need to use or make use of a petroleum/oil-based thing.
It’s just one of the random thoughts you have when you’re rocking on the back porch, doing a favorite activity…thinking. I’d be interested in hearing from you, queridos. Thanks.
‘Til next time, I’ll be right here on the back porch waiting for you, with a beverage at the ready, and maybe we can chill and have a conversation.
Blues Vues Back Porch
Thunder rolling across the neighborwood
God’s bowling…my Gram used to tell me when I was little
As she held my hand tightly
Knowing it scared me.
There’s a different rhythm to rain and storms in the deep Summer South.
The kind of rain you can watch from the porch as you rock
Or make love to as the steam rises from the ground.
Heat hangs from the Willows and the Magnolias…plays through the Pines…
And the passion of the rain and thunder reminds us that Nature knows how to bring us a sensual afternoon.
BluesVues Back Porch