Tuesday, January 14, 2025

Poem: Rambler

 

 

Rambler

 

near a rose in a hydra,

i watch the long naked

azure odalisque of the sky

and wondered

at the thinness of the human ‘us’:

our cramped lives sandwiched

between spheres and fossils,

our cities never to reach

the height of dinosaurs

over their millions of long years

of rise and recline.

 

and yet when the Earth dies

it will be from our thinness.

how we prowl among the atoms

like dangerous specks.

we hold the cards

too big for our brief hands,

and don’t worry about the rosebushes

and azure odalisques,

and the rest so beautiful,

like our children,

while we bet them all

on a sliver of a green table

supported by tiny strings

which we tug to herd and control

and do our best to puppet the universe.

 

 

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Monday, January 13, 2025

Poem: Without Mocking

 Without Mocking


a violent wall stares

at the failure of my body to move.

no communication.  a crushed essence

the opposite of wings.


i place a palm on the wall’s faceless mask,

and recognize how i fled and hid.

not only from my heart’s poisoned love

but from its hurt conflagration.

 

i understand this consignment

to a random braille of irrevelant

physics in tiny bumps of plaster and paint.

this alphabet designed to hide and lie.

 

i understand  

 

that i was once strong and numb,

as muscular as the grey wall.  as impregnable. 

before shame broke the mirage and judged--

 

judged with an expression

which mocks without mocking,

like this wall.

 

yes,

i earned this fate from my lack.

 

i should have swooned, instead,

in the aftermath of deceptions.

i should have preened

under the bright lights.

 

i should have survived.

 

 

 

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Saturday, January 11, 2025

Poem: United

 

United

 

clothed

by the misery of the poor,

our minds false and small,

one half lying to the other,

we smile

 

and go

 

to the big fat stores,

where we care more

about saving a dollar

than the fate of the poor,

 

the world,

 

give us liberty

which means let us be fooled,

give us freedom

to send our soldiers

to take your freedom away.

 

 

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Thursday, January 9, 2025

Poem: Leader

 Leader

 

boys cheer

till their necks blush to the words

of a great white man

who burrows into the dark

to extract their reddest essence.

 

the cave that is the speech

of that bottomless mouth

plucks all those jugulars

to throb and swell

with hate ripe enough to reap

 

until

 

it is cast down

on the shame of mothers

when they mourn the loss

of a fly-speckled son

turned into another corpse of war.

 

a brag of fireworks like gunshots

accompanies the golden plane

of the great white man

as the wings drag the sunset along,

adding its fresh blood to the pile.

 

 

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Inspired by the work of Denis Johnson

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Poem: Comforter

 

Comforter

 

this paradox of marvels

flirts with the sculpt of my fingers,

 

cowls and cloaks

in a cuddle of oblong ghosts,

 

or the warmth of tongue-savored vanilla

as it melts away,

 

or weaves of humpbacks and dolphins

swimming from a churn of tourists,

 

or the throne

of cumulus-plump, Elysium-worthy pelts,

on which i soar

 

toward the rolls of a much desired

deliquesce of sleep.

 

would this comforter 

wrap me entire in its orchestra,

 

waists of cellos and violins

alert with cylinders and cymbals

 

to the flare-lip of fate's

most blissful horn?

 

i can see it now, almost,

 

hips of kettle drums and bassoons

on waves of harps and flutes,

 

rapture’s most fantastical music,

passionate of metamorphosis,

 

till dawn.

 

 

 

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1/13/25 ... "fantastical" replaces "fantastic"

1/7/25 mods




Sunday, January 5, 2025

Poem: Brooding

 

Brooding

 

the blank page swallows me

into its unfortunate underbelly,

tangling me

in the plaintive maze of its teats.

how to free the mind

from the violence of the creative milk?

now it’s all about sex

and the struggle for warm,

young tastes, among

the corridors of blue ink

which precisely line the white road

to god.


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1/8/25 ... "maze" replaces "zugzwang" ...

Saturday, January 4, 2025

Poem: White Xmas

 

White Xmas

 

the plow-shoved streets

boast wounds

from the tramp of boots,

scabs of dirty snow

left by angels

in a world of broken feathers

fallen too far down to look up

and see heaven’s dome.

 

lords, journeymen, wretches

relegated and designated,

surly prancers, comets, vixens and cupids

as liable to moods

as the cold-warm, Fahrenheit-fickle sun.

 

watch them strain and falter

under snowflake-reins of diamond and grit,

maybe glimpse the Great Hobo,

the subway his sleigh now,

as he ho-ho-ho’s for the happy child

born under a privileged star.

 

 

 

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Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Essay: The Power of Ideas and Projection, for Evil or Good


Ideas, Projection, Evil and Good

 

The human brain, feeble in its grasp, struggles to comprehend the vast change soon to steer the direction of the planet Earth, afflicting all animals and ecosystems, including that dominant greedy species, the human being.  An historic tsunami has launched, its origin point one of the most cataclysmic days of recorded time, 11/5.  On that day, Donald Trump attained the office of the Presidency of the United States.  The cultish obedience of his core followers, tens of millions of citizens, will propel him to claim total power for himself.  He is likely to succeed, given the lessons of history concerning the social infection that is fascism.  Anyone who stands in the way will be terrorized by his core followers, who at this point are similar to Hitler’s Brownshirts (Sturmabteilung), their violence abetted by laws that make it legal for citizens to own military-grade assault rifles like the AR-15.

 

Below I offer two angles from which to consider this grim transformation of the course of fate.  The second angle elaborates on the first.

 

Part One:  The Power of Ideas

 

Our starting point is the sheer power of simple ideas.

 

Consider an example from the past, the Curse of Ham.  This simple idea fueled great evil for centuries:

 

For almost 500 years, priests taught their flocks that a Hebrew prophet had condemned millions of Africans to slavery because they were descended from Ham’s son Canaan. The curse of Ham thus formed the core religious justification for the trans-Atlantic slave trade.

https://theconversation.com/the-curse-of-ham-how-people-of-faith-used-a-story-in-genesis-to-justify-slavery-225212

 

The Curse of Ham did not on its own secure the legalization of  slavery.  But it was a crucial member of a set of ideas related to race and racism.  Note that, very obviously, the Curse of Ham is a cruel, irrational, faith-based idea.  Note, as well, that its lack of rationality or morality didn’t matter at all.  Why?  Because human rationality is easy shut down by cultures of ignorance, that is, cultures that support a rich upper class which not only benefits from general ignorance, but ferociously and actively fosters it. 


If there is a God above, that God created a universe where cruel, irrational, brutal ideas, a mentality of evil, can take over and drive a cattle call of stampeding multitudes, who bring ruin on themselves and others.  Their seduction by darkness changes the nature of society with slaughterous permanence. 


Some claim that divine punishment occurs after death, in some preternatural realm beyond our reckoning.  “There’ll be pie in the sky when you die.”  And yet there is zero scientific evidence for such empyrean justice.  The universe in which we dwell, though, is analogous to a purgatory:  a place where either evil or good can reign, depending on our own choices, a place where we consign ourselves to a living hell, or lift ourselves to cultivate a decent, happy society.  Whatever the outcome, it is leveraged by the collective state of the masses, who can be influenced to trample and stampede, or to behave in accordance with moral laws of fairness and equality. 

 

Some Inoculants

In our universe, where the gods have abandoned us to our own stupidity, knowledge is the best inoculant against the spread of hellish social systems.  But the people in power who benefit from ignorance--for instance, by proclaiming the Curse of Ham to be the divinely ordained truth--do everything they can to prevent the spread of knowledge. 

 

Another way to protect society from hellish social systems is to develop ways to identify demagogic psychopaths, such as Donald Trump, who rise to power as dictators.  But this would require teaching the discipline of psychology to young students, starting at least in high school, probably earlier.  And yet an enlightened curriculum would require that local school board officials be rational, instead of dogmatic in service to politicians who benefit from ignorance.


There is solid basis behind Mark Twain’s quip, “In the first place, God made idiots. That was for practice. Then he made school boards.”


And so, despite potential inoculants to ignorance and folly, various Catch-22s hold us hostage in cultures designed to be unfair and cruel.

 

A Simple Formula

 

In general, ideas affect behaviors, which in turn affect the world.  A handy heuristic:

 

I > B > W

 

Power is another element, because you need power to impose your beliefs:

 

P > I > B > W

 

Let’s employ the above formula.  The vast power of the USA, with the strongest economy and military in the world, can be mobilized to impose certain beliefs.  Those beliefs will be those of the dictator.  And they will include core concepts of fascism:  a Master Race; Superiority of the Male over Female; and the Call of Conquest.  Vini Vidi Vici.


Given the bully fist of the United States, which can be held up to the face of other countries with aggressive clout, fascism is soon to stagger and immiserate the entire world. 


Donald Trump is our messiah now.  Ecce Homo!

 

Part Two:  Through a Dark Mirror

 

However, fascism is not merely an idea, any more than Donald Trump is a rational actor.  Fascism is a mental sickness, a crippling social dysfunction.  This closely intertwines with the psychiatric disorders that Mr. Trump suffers, namely, narcissism and psychopathy [1]. 

 

The tsunami of Darkness about to hit the world, then, is not so much about ideas as it is about a disordered mind getting to do whatever it wants wherever it wants.  In other words, the world will become a dark mirror of Donald Trump, someone who is infinitely insecure and infinitely ugly.  Someone who perpetually hides from his own bottomless self-doubt by doing whatever it takes. 


In the field of psychology, projection is often understood as blaming others for what you yourself inflict or suffer.  It can, though, also be understood as a reshaping of the environment.  If you have enough power, you can mold the world to the interior of your mind.  


Unfortunately, it is easier to spread fear and loathing than it is to spread love.  The reason is that it is easier to beat others into submission than to build healthy bonds.  To quote Milton in Paradise Lost, "To create is better than created to destroy."  


To destroy, all it takes is weapons.  And the USA has plenty of those.

 

Similar To Domestic Abuse

 

Consider the psychology of a domestic violence perpetrator.  This abuser controls his partner and children through many kinds of force and mental manipulation.  He terrorizes them with insidious strategies and tactics, and so gains full control to shape the home.  The home comes to reflect the broken, atrocious, disgusting mental state of the abuser’s psyche.  It is a place of fear, of brutal force, of total control, and of loyalty tests that require accepting lies as truth.   It is a home where a single insecure man obsesses on every detail of his partner’s behavior, always working to maintain and increase his power over her and the children.  

 

Donald Trump will remake the United States in ways akin to the domestic-violence abuser.   Now, some people might object to the use of “evil” to describe a domestic violence perpetrator.  But such a perpetrator is a ruthless, brutal coward, who takes advantages of emotional connections to the people he is supposed to love the most and, instead of loving them, terrorizs them with methodical and precise calculation.  He destroys his victims' self-esteem and keeps them in perpetual fear.  He beats them with objects, and with his fists, but this is only part of the greater insidious manipulation [2].

 

To shatter any resistance from a victim, the perpetrator threatens to kill the children and the family pets.  This cruelty goes on and on, day after day.  Endless surveillance and menace. Always--always--the threat of force. 


The word “gaslighting” comes from a loyalty test that a fictional domestic abuser inflicted on his partner.  The light on a wall-mounted lamp might be shining bright; but if the abuser says it is turned off, the victim knows full well that they better convince him that they believe it is turned off as well.  The victim knows that they will be scrutinized, all the time, every inch of their body language, for any perceived deception and, as well, to ensure fully obedience, body and soul. 

 

Here is part of a description of what life was like under the dictatorship of Al-Assad in Syria, who was recently forced to flee the country, after 20+ years of methodical, calculated control:

 

At school, I learned that if you wanted to get anywhere, you had to be part of the informant system that Syrians have lived with for decades. If you handed in your list of names of your classmates who spoke badly about the teacher, you’d be made head of your class. Everyone thought everyone else was reporting them.

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/12/11/opinion/al-assad-syria.html

 

This is a plausible future under the cultish dictatorship of Donald Trump.  Total surveillance.  Total control.  Including the minds of every child.  Trump’s evil will be far worse than that of a domestic abuser, because he has the power to kill or jail people, en masse, and get away with it. 

 

For instance, the genocide in Gaza, for which the USA is supplying the weapons, will accelerate.

 

The Good News

 

I’m going to end on a positive note, which, I know, is a shocking turnaround.  The good news is that enlightened ideas can drive the world, too.  Likewise, a virtuous mind can project health and harmony.  The idea of human rights follows the heuristic above:  rights affect behaviors, which alter the world.    The world has changed, for the better, quite a bit in the last few hundred years.  Our ethics technology climbed to levels never before seen. 

 

Tragically, however, we have taken a sad turn into a Lord of the Flies scenario.  Those in power, such as Trump, are as immature as 14-year-old boys who find themselves able to do whatever they want, with no adults around to stop them.

 

We’re in a dark place.  But don’t stop trying.  When you act out of Good, you are doing something special and rare, and it will affect the collective human consciousness more than you know. 


The way to counter Evil is Good.  The simplest little act can be resplendent with ethical light.  Send your message up to the universe.  Maybe you will even shock the gods, who seem to have abandoned us.


If we act as ants, we are ants to the gods.  This statement came to me in a dream.

 

And yet, ponder this:  what happens if we do not act as ants?

 

 

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Footnotes

(1)  The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump, Brandy X. Lee, Editor

"In THE DANGEROUS CASE OF DONALD TRUMP, twenty-seven psychiatrists, psychologists, and other mental health experts argue that, in Mr. Trump’s case, their moral and civic “duty to warn” America supersedes professional neutrality. They then explore Trump’s symptoms and potentially relevant diagnoses to find a complex, if also dangerously mad, man."

(2) Domestic violence occurs frequently without actual physical violence.  However, it is absolutely still fully abuse.  'Words hit hard as a fist.'  They shred self-esteem and perception of reality.  A great movie to watch on this, which just came out on Netflix, is Alice, Darling.


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Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Poem: Physicist

 

Physicist

 

sixteen,

i solved a puzzle of wonder

which haunted seminars,

 

yes

 

such a seminal burst

of mental bliss,

but the pistons seized,

 

god took my edge,

lack of oil,

froze the cortex,

 

shut me down

into a one-way

disposable sign. 

 

i pointed the way once,

at a crucial juncture,

now half under

 

a stampede

of competing younger feet--

just a laureled fragment,

 

a figment of quark,

a ghost in the aether,

waiting to die.

 

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New Years Eve.  I can't find an urge to celebrate.  The citizens of America have proven themselves as selfish and willfully stupid as those who supported Hitler and Mussolini, leading to World War II.  They have embraced ignorance in the name of the superiority of their nation, their ethnic identity and the superiority of a violent form of machismo over any other gender expression.  Women will suffer.  LGBTQ people will suffer.   People of Color will suffer   And animals and environments will suffer.  And, ultimately we will all suffer, probably from a civ-fatal World War III.  But even if we avoid that armageddon, we will have to live with the choice of Evil; for that is what the US citizen has done, chosen Evil over the path toward a higher ethics technology.  The Evil of the Narcissistic who proclaims himself a god and acts with no morality at all, except might-makes-right, "I will do whatever I want and I will mock the need for me to provide any rational justification."  


Now, with immature psychopathic males in charge of the world, we will not have the maturity to wield the godlike weapons we have:  nuclear weapons, AI, biological and nanotech weapons, and so on.  The future is to be led by "ethical infants" as General Bradley called us, with our fingers on multiple red buttons, any of which can commence general doom.  

Rather than celebrate the 'new year' for one day on a fictional calendar, I wil celebrate every single day, one after the other, immersing in the here and now.  Savor the moment, embrace it, love it.  For it could be gone or slide very far down in an instant.  Savor the beautiful side of the miracle of life, while you can.  That is my wish for you.  For us.  And let us not die petty and bitter.

Saturday, December 28, 2024

Poem: Ocean Waves

 

Ocean Waves

 

each crest urgent,

reaching up

from the brute below,

 

and yet they cannot break

the churning froth-ribbed

fence.

 

as long as the sea has hackles,

the force march 

of snarls and savage rants 


toils on--


spanning the days,

the moods,

below the mountainous continents,

 

only to die,

tasting the hem of freedom

with a whispery lisp.

 


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The cruelty of this planet, this universe, is as unreckonable as its beauty and gifts.  Those that dare to face this will suffer.  And perhaps benefit.