I gotta leave this here for now. There's so much STUFF I have in drafts I'm daunted by my own daunt.
The Universal Citizen is the Cosmic Ideal. I will identify the Primary Component of this Human by stealing from Buddhism's Bodhisattva Essence, that of Compassion.
I find it savagely brutal that Compassion must be Taught. Compassion "goes against" all Human Pre-History. We are Animals after all, it is only Compassion that elevates us to Human Status.
Consider........
Rock Steady........Steady as We go....
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Conned Text
The Problems with the American Democratic Party are multifarious and manifold. They are, however, NOT Complex. Since America is DIVERSE in Ethnicities you might think that it's only NATURAL for Modern Americans to be condemned to a perpetual Identity Crisis. I aint buyin' it. I have repeatedly and sometimes vehemently argued that We are "of One Blood", indeed, that Mother Earth is the Great Mother of ALL of Us. Every Earth Planetarian bleeds RED. Our Human Form IZ our "Shared Commonality". The Problem should NOT be one of Identity but rather One of Eternity. What SHOULD our COSMIC Goals entail ? How do our Cosmic Idealizations reach the Streets and Gutters of Kitchen Table Venues ? How does the Cosmic become manifested as Earth Material ?
EVERY Human Being wants to Live in Peace and awaken in Prosperity. THIS is the Shit that is NAURAL to Planetary Existence.
ALL of US want Food, Water, Shelter, Electricity and most recently, Medical Considerations. We OWE this Shit to OURSELVES. We can't live NOW without THEM.
All the Other Shit, the Wars, the Unemployment, the Hatred, Bigotry, Corruption and Elitism, to identify but a few, are OBSTRUCTIONS to Peace and Viable Prosperity.
ANY "Path Forward" MUST confront these Obstructions with the EXPRESSED INTENT to REMOVE them.
THIS Shit is what the Americans MUST scrutinize.
Some One has gotta "Go First" and "Lead the Way". THIS is where America USE-TA be GREAT.
EVERY Human Being wants to Live in Peace and awaken in Prosperity. THIS is the Shit that is NAURAL to Planetary Existence.
ALL of US want Food, Water, Shelter, Electricity and most recently, Medical Considerations. We OWE this Shit to OURSELVES. We can't live NOW without THEM.
All the Other Shit, the Wars, the Unemployment, the Hatred, Bigotry, Corruption and Elitism, to identify but a few, are OBSTRUCTIONS to Peace and Viable Prosperity.
ANY "Path Forward" MUST confront these Obstructions with the EXPRESSED INTENT to REMOVE them.
THIS Shit is what the Americans MUST scrutinize.
Some One has gotta "Go First" and "Lead the Way". THIS is where America USE-TA be GREAT.
...2 tents...
My greatest adversity is locating Context, a Context that can support an investigatory scaffolding or frame-work. Writing shit that can get from Mind to Screen aint as EZ as tapping these keys. Political Context SHOULD lend itself for Social Scrutiny but since I am a Volcano, RAGE and FURY dominate my Sublimations, so much so, that even I think that my "Stuff" is challengingly grotesque. Magma has ONE Essence, you know what it is.
Still, I'm driven by Ambition and Desire ~~~ not good for a Zen Swordsman. I have a Bodhisattva Idealism that fills me with "Less than" Emotionality. Problem with that is I am also a Zen Swordsman who is possessed by Samurai Intellectual Fidelity. Arrogance begets Contempt, of This I suffer, and I suffer GREATLY.
I have confessed of losing my Primary Point ---that's the One that keeps you CENTERED on Self. Every morning my Meditations unleash and set free Demon Stephens who permeate THROUGH the shields and walls of Other Dimension Strata.
I WISH I could condemn them as mere "Personas", "Masks" of Ego --but I can't. These "Stephens" get control of my Psyche and further their agenda by writing shit that is well beyond my pathetic control. THIS is why I take NO Responsibility for my "work". It aint "me" and IS "me" at the exact same time.
A guy complained to his "Shrink"
"Doc" he wearied, "Some times I feel like a wig-wam, sometimes I feel like a teepee"
The Doc nodded convincingly,
"THAT'S your problem---you're two tents".
Still, I'm driven by Ambition and Desire ~~~ not good for a Zen Swordsman. I have a Bodhisattva Idealism that fills me with "Less than" Emotionality. Problem with that is I am also a Zen Swordsman who is possessed by Samurai Intellectual Fidelity. Arrogance begets Contempt, of This I suffer, and I suffer GREATLY.
I have confessed of losing my Primary Point ---that's the One that keeps you CENTERED on Self. Every morning my Meditations unleash and set free Demon Stephens who permeate THROUGH the shields and walls of Other Dimension Strata.
I WISH I could condemn them as mere "Personas", "Masks" of Ego --but I can't. These "Stephens" get control of my Psyche and further their agenda by writing shit that is well beyond my pathetic control. THIS is why I take NO Responsibility for my "work". It aint "me" and IS "me" at the exact same time.
A guy complained to his "Shrink"
"Doc" he wearied, "Some times I feel like a wig-wam, sometimes I feel like a teepee"
The Doc nodded convincingly,
"THAT'S your problem---you're two tents".
Steve DeSilva ~~ A-Bility-Goat
I promised the Universal Intelligence I would conduit Its Information when the Weather issued "Lock Down" MANDATORY Conformity. ALL of Us KNOW about Promises, how you can make them KNOWING that their NON-Fulfillment is just a Cosmic Excuse away. It's like the Promise you make in BLISTERING HEAT, I'm gonna make certain I get out the Chains, Jacks and Hoist to Move Rock this Winter. Well, it's This Winter and the Chains, Jacks and Hoist are SECURELY lodged in NO-FUCKING-WAY. "Promises Made" ~~ Promises Waylaid.
I've been experiencing some Near Death Anxiety. It seems as if My Time In This Life has been shortened to way beyond Abbreviated. It's Geriatric Senility gone Irrational, technically, "it" can't get any better. Thing is, when I got BLUDGEONED by the Universe I also got HIT with the Exigency of URGENCY ~~ but where I figured to undergo a "Grand-Ma Moses" Creative Inundation, I experienced, in its stead, a particular HORROR of In-ability, the one where I question my own "talent", the One where Suspicion finds rancorous paralysis as ITS Homeo-Stasis. I can't get anything OUT so not only do I have IN-Ability I don't even have OUT-Ability.
I'm a hillbilly of A-Bility. I'm a bility goat.
I've been experiencing some Near Death Anxiety. It seems as if My Time In This Life has been shortened to way beyond Abbreviated. It's Geriatric Senility gone Irrational, technically, "it" can't get any better. Thing is, when I got BLUDGEONED by the Universe I also got HIT with the Exigency of URGENCY ~~ but where I figured to undergo a "Grand-Ma Moses" Creative Inundation, I experienced, in its stead, a particular HORROR of In-ability, the one where I question my own "talent", the One where Suspicion finds rancorous paralysis as ITS Homeo-Stasis. I can't get anything OUT so not only do I have IN-Ability I don't even have OUT-Ability.
I'm a hillbilly of A-Bility. I'm a bility goat.
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
...the craven misbegotten...
Aint gonna be no Street Gang named The Craven Misbegotten. Those of me who ARE a member may as well don a Message Tee that has printed on its Front, "Make Love Not War" and on its Back "Kick Me". I'm just sayin'.
The Final Thing, the one where I deposited the Lyric, "It's been a long time comin' / Gonna be a long time gone", refers to the "Pax Romana" the TW O HUNDRED Years of PEACE, that is now evaporative whiff from the Anus of Recorded Misery.
It's so goddamn fucking INTERESTING that trump ALREADY HAS HIS FUCKING "WALL". It divides America like the BERLIN WALL, but here I can vision NO Demolition, no Sledge-Hammer of Universal DECENCY, no VICTORY over POLITICAL INSANITY.
THIS is why I train myself to Battered and Broken EVERY Work-Out Period, WHY I don't sleep beyond 5 hours every night except when I'm sick.
We can't Give Up.
We can't Tap Out.
Even if it takes a fucking THOUSAND years we MUST "Carry On" because "Love is Coming to us all."
Bro Philip use to exhort, "Don't let the bastids get you down."
Consider....
Rock steady........steady as we go....
The Final Thing, the one where I deposited the Lyric, "It's been a long time comin' / Gonna be a long time gone", refers to the "Pax Romana" the TW O HUNDRED Years of PEACE, that is now evaporative whiff from the Anus of Recorded Misery.
It's so goddamn fucking INTERESTING that trump ALREADY HAS HIS FUCKING "WALL". It divides America like the BERLIN WALL, but here I can vision NO Demolition, no Sledge-Hammer of Universal DECENCY, no VICTORY over POLITICAL INSANITY.
THIS is why I train myself to Battered and Broken EVERY Work-Out Period, WHY I don't sleep beyond 5 hours every night except when I'm sick.
We can't Give Up.
We can't Tap Out.
Even if it takes a fucking THOUSAND years we MUST "Carry On" because "Love is Coming to us all."
Bro Philip use to exhort, "Don't let the bastids get you down."
Consider....
Rock steady........steady as we go....
"R.E.D."
I suppose I wanna get to a point where I DON'T hafta be Armed, where I DON'T hafta carry and sleep with Steel on or at my person. I WANNA be able to "let my guard down" but it seems that when I DO, when I allow myself the lewd indecency of Vulnerability, I get HAMMERED with the Truth of Planetary Existence, the One of the First Noble Truth, "All Existence entails Suffering".
We are at a Point of Earth Existence where we CANNOT allow our Selves to put down our Weapons of Self Protection. THAT is my morose Melancholy, the one that Phil Collins identifies in his Ballad of Forlorn, "Missed Again".
And here let me identify the Psychological Truth of Pallet Reclamation, the One where I use a hammer and pry bar to knock off and leverage what is valuable and useful. I am LITERALLY "hammering out" my Understanding of Retired Life. Isn't that the Phrase we use ? "Let's hammer this out" ? THAT'S what I am doing. Now "it" makes perfect sense.
We are at a Point of Earth Existence where we CANNOT allow our Selves to put down our Weapons of Self Protection. THAT is my morose Melancholy, the one that Phil Collins identifies in his Ballad of Forlorn, "Missed Again".
And here let me identify the Psychological Truth of Pallet Reclamation, the One where I use a hammer and pry bar to knock off and leverage what is valuable and useful. I am LITERALLY "hammering out" my Understanding of Retired Life. Isn't that the Phrase we use ? "Let's hammer this out" ? THAT'S what I am doing. Now "it" makes perfect sense.
Venez Wail Ya
That's where I was when I got inside to audit Nicole Wallace's "Dateline White House" (or some-such) 4 O'clock Class. I was all HIGH from being HIGH and what the fuck could possibly go 'worng' ? She delivered the usual Blither and Blather Intro but among the Political Dissonance was a rather SHARP Note on State Sec Pompeo's Clip Board. Written on a yellow legal pad page was "5,000 troops to Columbia". My High Heart got sucked out into the Void. I sat stunned. I thought ~~
It just won't fucking END.
There is this morbid obesity of Depression : "morbid" because of the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's "Helpless", and "obesity" because of the MASS of "Impossibility", the One that figures "It can't POSSIBLY get any WORSE". Piss-Poor thinking that fuels my, already, degenerative Bi-Polarity, the BAD "Pole", the One of Superior Negativity, the One that discharges Cruelty as Grotesque BEAUTY, the THAT One.
One word = Venezuela Nam.
Columbia was the Subterfuge.
It just won't fucking END.
There is this morbid obesity of Depression : "morbid" because of the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's "Helpless", and "obesity" because of the MASS of "Impossibility", the One that figures "It can't POSSIBLY get any WORSE". Piss-Poor thinking that fuels my, already, degenerative Bi-Polarity, the BAD "Pole", the One of Superior Negativity, the One that discharges Cruelty as Grotesque BEAUTY, the THAT One.
One word = Venezuela Nam.
Columbia was the Subterfuge.
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