Saturday, October 12, 2024

Poem: Pebble

 

Pebble

 

to blare from its minor perch,

to sing with the blaze of

an asteroid leaving outer space,

 

it craves to be heard

and laments the exile

of its admixture.

 

it scolds the quirk of its own honest substance 

with a gall so derided 

it is obsolete in the cities of gravel.

 

it has so much to say.

every fleck on tegument

could be a crease sporting lips.

 

but who will notice

such a cloistered hideaway,

where a nova masquerades as a glint?

 

 


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10/13/24 ... mods to make this mod sound more about the danger of honesty 

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Poem: Under the Gun

 

Under the Gun

 

an occasional ant

upgrades the course of the colony’s chores,

lucky to avoid the pluck of a spider.

 

the ant clutches the podium

riding a dice roll that somehow slips

dismemberment by righteous mandibles.

 

once daft and deviant, malign and rampant,

the previous pariah basks in accolades,

inscribed now as a hero in the pheromone codes.

 

atop its servile scurriers,

and the corpse-husks of hated failures,

the new leader legislates,

 

godly over those who are similar, superior even,

except the babble of time

didn’t call their names.

 

 

 

 

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10/14 mods


plays on, "there is nothing new under the sun"

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Poem: Kettle

 

 

Kettle 

 

my february-cold face sinks

toward a coil under kettle and water,

a serpent of warm orange

deviantly hot-blooded,

whose industrial mettle

plays young to the cataract stare

of windows glazed by frost.

 

the kettle casts a spell,

encouraged by my quest,

of little emissaries of air

which launch ocular as they plunge upward

toward my fevered gaze.

 

first a few then streams then a

kettleful of eyes which mushroom

in the effervesce, each one

of them a momentarily ogle

devoid of anything at all

except perhaps a hint of innocence.

 

such is the bubble-boil brouhaha,

a frenzied figleaf of drama,

sandwiched between clones

of drywall and ancient pale-lime paint and

those wizened panes of icy squares.

 

on and on

the replenish of little dots

rises in sways of columns,

tucked in their bell-curve of glass.

collectively a specter,

they condense into a blurry patina of steam,

concealing the weave of  tears

on my flushed face.

 

 



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Slyia Plath inspired 

Sunday, October 6, 2024

The Monster Netanyahu (WaPo article)

The Washington Post has had the guts to publish what the monster Netanyahu has done:


https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/interactive/2024/gaza-reconstruction-rebuild-process-plans/


And, yes, Hamas is wicked and evil, too, it should be disbanded.  But Netanyahu is the one who has carried out his dark vision of ethinic cleansing and, as well, genocide, in Gaza.


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Saturday, October 5, 2024

Poem: Downtown Rush

 

Downtown Rush

 

conformity, conformity,

shirt-button pips on dominos.

 

one stray truth could topple

the whole busy sidewalk of oxfords.

 

urbanites, faces full of micro-knots,

stretch into spurs of a bobbing fence:

 

we are pedestrian cattle, after all,

roped and herded

by our own internal wires.

 

i try to be lazy

in the bustle of twill and leather.

 

i dare, for just a moment,

to dangle in the stressed crosscurrents,

a jostled marionette.

 

a single human being

curls at the foot of a dumpster.

 

is such the price of wisdom?  

 

is it acuity

to become a bipedal piece of trash,

slovenly and unseen,

crumpled and unkempt?

 

the vagabond-guru.

it comes easy, a pill

to sugarcoat perambulatory denial.

 

and yet, it is true,


even a moment out of step

and one's feet become a nuisance,

wayward in this greedy lattice.

 

 

 



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10/6 ... mods 






NYC circa 1996

Thursday, October 3, 2024

Poem: Doors

 

Doors

 

we weren’t meant

to tango vivid with ghosts,

the gone should not outflesh the day,

nostalgia never never dreamed

to be so concrete.

 

for how fragile we were then,

were we not; and not to witness

is what magnifies this togetherness,

we who once begged to immerse in bliss

and yet now are far less

than a glimpse of that which

was never meant to be.

 

this past of ours

holds much more than canvas or sculpture,

and reaches out as if singing

so many songs without answers

behind the doors.

 

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Tuesday, October 1, 2024

USA Media abandons Gaza to doom

 Mainstream US media is completely ignoring Gaza now and the genocidal conditions inflicted on them by Israel:


Analysts have identified Israel’s military campaign in Gaza as one of the deadliest and most destructive in recent history. Large areas of Gaza, including critical infrastructure, have been bombed to the ground, with about 63 percent of the total structures in the Gaza Strip estimated to be destroyed, damaged, or possibly damaged. According to the UN Development Programme (UNDP), even if a five-fold increase in construction materials were allowed into Gaza, it would take until 2040 to rebuild completely destroyed housing units. But it could take “approximately 80 years” if reconstruction were to follow the same pattern as after previous escalations.

The humanitarian situation in Gaza remains abysmal. At a recent press conference, UNICEF Director of Child Nutrition and Development Victor Aguayo estimated that “over 50,000 children suffer from acute malnutrition and need immediate treatment”, before warning of the ongoing risk of famine.


(UN Security Council)

https://www.securitycouncilreport.org/monthly-forecast/2024-10/the-middle-east-including-the-palestinian-question-17.php


2.2 million people in Gaza have been subjected to genocidal conditions by Israel's violence, which at best means a grey area, between genocide and atrocious war crimes that don't quite reach that status.  Now they are going to be forgotten as the war goes into Iran (my prediction).  

The US Empire, supplying weapons and now military support for the expanding Israeli aggression--Gaza, West Bank, Lebanon, soon Iran--is showing its Evil side.  

Genocide is what the US empire inflicted on the Native American people in North American in the 17th-19th centuries, and it whitewashed that over (perverse pun intended)  Apparently it will do the same with the genocide in Gaza, gaslighting it into the non-existence of mainstream-media silence.

I cry out to the gods, why did you create a world where might-makes-right, the force of Evil, always seems to win?  And why put us in this position, where might-makes-right, the force of Evil, will damn us all, very soon, it seems, to the fires of WW3?  

I love my country for the progress it has made.  And I hate it just as much for its global wicked cruelties.

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Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Essay: The Wall of Masculinity and War

 

The Wall of Masculinity and War

 

Marathon runners sometimes confront what is referred to as “the wall,” a pivotal moment when  the brain says there is no way to keep moving.  The metaphor is meant to convey a formidable psychological barrier, and yet it is one that can be transcended to complete the 42 kilometer race.  

In the course of human history, our society currently faces an analogous wall of its own, one that we must break through, for it is essential for our survival.  Success will require a movement of great courage and perseverance.  Failure, however, means the likelihood that civilization will end, a terminal finale that occurs in mere hours, once it is initiated.  In a swift launch-code of judgement, twelve thousand years of human striving and development will say good-bye in a nuclear flash.

The challenge can be framed this way:  will we continue to accommodate--to saber-rattle and invite--the scourge of war?   Or will we break through a longstanding wall of immaturity to advance our collective consciousness beyond the dominance of might-makes-right?  To be blunt:  will we avoid the annhilative force of World War 3 and the ‘mutual assured destruction’ it inflicts on the globe and, in brave retort, instead propel our mental health beyond the wall, achieving a new way of being:  a practice where the method is reason and the goal shifts beyond greed and paranoia to the highest of virtues, that is, the Good.

To answer the above questions in the affirmative is to confront a corollary question, one that concerns how we define masculinity.  Will we continue to abide narcissistic dictators, who rule nations through force and demagogic fear?  Shall we bow down, literally, to the tyranny of  wounded ego, of nihilism?

Readers who have made it this far might be shaking their heads and muttering about hopeless idealism.   It is indeed an immense task to motivate people to consider that the gender norm of masculinity can be rewritten to eschew, rather than reward, violence and aggression.  It seems impossible even though the solution is quite doable in the sense that the adaptive potential of the human mind is vast.

At the risk of redundancy, let me state that the wall we face is mental, not physical.  What stands in our way of evolving gender norms is an obduracy of bias, a dogma stuck in its claim that men simply cannot change.  According to this canard, ‘boys will be boys,’ ‘war is war,’  and violence is inevitable because males bear an intractable curse.

Such a view is resignation.  It dams us to warfare and doom with the surety of a tragic self-fulfilling prophecy.  Despite the infinite negative cost--the slay of civilization itself--the common belief is that men are, in large part, immutably evil. 

I would like to ask all men:  Is this how we want to be seen?  Is this what we are?

No matter how many times that arguments based on ‘human nature’; on the specious precept that ‘it has always been this way,’ are shown to be flawed and false;  no matter how many times they have been exposed as mainstays of brutal control, the decrees of cruel kings who conquered logic to foster long eras of oppression, we humans cling to the blinkered belief that we are consigned to destroy ourselves.

There is a chance that such gross ignorance will not win.  In the last few hundred years, and with accelerating pace, we have started to overcome patriarchy and its rhetorical bludgeons, not just in theory but through actual example and practice.  In science, if you falsify a hypothesis through irrefutable evidence, the hypothesis is wrong.  In critical thinking, if you demonstrate a logical contradiction in a conclusion, the conclusion is dismissed.  And that is what democratic movements have done.

Equality is today a professed standard, one we have not reached in full, and yet significant progress has been made.  Many countries embrace universal suffrage and civil rights.  Slavery is illegal.  The legalization and predominant acceptance of gay marriage occurred in the United States in 2015.  If Kamala Harris wins the US election in November, the USA with have its first woman, Black and Southern Indian president.

If the appeal to ‘human nature’ is a fallacious red herring, what prevents us from discarding the crippling, ancient trope of the violence-driven male?

Two core factors come into play, delineated by the disciplines of psychology and sociology:  (a) up to this day, who gets sovereign power has always been determined by patriarchy, (b) every new generation of children has been taught by those who have been sanctioned by patriarchy.

The problem, then, in simplest terms, is an entrenched system of mind control that includes highly efficient techniques for extending its tentacles into the future.

A correlative factor is (c) the ponderous weight of tradition.  People get nostalgic about the past and seek to maintain their traditional culture.  This tendency facilitates patriarchy’s remarkable status as a glaring injustice that has managed to saddle humanity ever since the founding of ancient Sumer.

What patriarchy requires is an ignorance vortex, a system that never allows society to advance beyond the domination of aggressive males.  This acculturation seeks to dumb-down, not liberate, the mind.  An ignorance vortex is very good at preventing ethical progress.  It limits knowledge and maintains division and bias.  The indoctrination starts in infancy and carries on from there, steeping every developmental stage of a human life in messages, both conscious and subconscious, flowing from all institutions of society.

The benefits of escaping this darkness are vast for women, men and nonbinary persons.  There is a clinical name for the debilitating condition that the majority of men suffer from worldwide:  normative male alexithymia, an inability to face what one is feeling, let alone express it in words. 

For thousands of years, boys and men have been trained to lose something very special.  As Ruth Whippman writes in a recent op-ed:

“All the old deficiencies and blind spots of male socialization are still in circulation — the same mass failure to teach boys relational skills and emotional intelligence, the same rigid masculinity norms and social prohibitions that push them away from intimacy and emotionality … Under patriarchy, boys and men get everything, except the thing that’s most worth having: human connection.”

 https://www.nytimes.com/2024/06/05/opinion/boys-parenting-loneliness.html

 

Such deficiencies give boys and men insecure egos prone to irrational confrontation, as well as the tendency to fall in line under a ‘strongman’ leader.  I put ‘strongman’ in quotes because such leaders are not strong; they are exceedingly insecure and parasitic on the vibrancy of a country.  A current example is Putin, whose ego-driven invasion of Ukraine could end civilization. 

Take a moment to grasp this:  END CIVILIZATION. 

The survival of humanity comes down to whether we can dethrone such leaders and defuse our tendency to bow before them.  Can we psychologically mature?  Many individuals already have, often through personal therapy.  Advanced emotional skills are real and teachable; and yet emotionally secure people are not what a social system of control based on insecurity wants.

Emotional skills and new levels of ethical awareness are starting to spread to the general populace.  A critical steppingstone was the 19th Amendment, giving women the right to vote in 1920.  Today, younger generations of males are beginning to reject the straitjacket of traditional masculinity.  The progressive impetus, however, is in a race with a backlash from the only form of government the world has ever known. 

I like to label this as MMRP for might-makes-right and patriarchy, two critical norms inculcated into most males.  Using an acronym underscores an imposed condition, one we can escape.   Another acronym is RBDE:  reason-based democratic equality.

Either we will end the 12,000 year curse of MMRP or it will end us. The technologies we possess are near godlike, and will not bring happiness in the hands of malignant narcissists like Putin or Trump.  If Trump wins the US Presidential election in November, it will tilt the whole world into fascism.  Insecure male egos will, as they have so many times in the past, saber-rattle and go to war.

As we develop powerful technology to shape reality and world--nuclear, AI, robotic, genetic, nanite--we gain the ability to approach heaven or invocate hell.  Healthy honesty or enslaving fear await our focus.  Which will it be? 



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Saturday, September 21, 2024

Poem: Late Awake

 

Late Awake

 

the night had my eyes.

it thought back.

shadows in mazes of

sorceries of what i hated

and lived in mist

cried into my face--

quested but nebulous

and touching me almost

here and there,

some nuzzle of feelers

inside a cloak of moths.

i was surely asleep

where nothing was dead,

ideals lured by the Id

and cannibalized in a cave,

jawbones of angels there,

too many guilts,

holes of taboos,

too much lack of wish-

fulfilled truth,

a speech that some audience

waited for my forgetful

self to say, loops of

déjà vu and failure,

sustenance, maybe,

a semblance of

a figment of presence,

but no power.

 

 

 

 

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10/5/24 ... removed a word

Friday, September 20, 2024

Poem: Artificial

 

Artificial

 

deep in the orifice of some unseen machine,

invisible chords dangle from the sky.

is this the blood and pulse of the future,

every household

connected by veins of electricity to its breast?

every roomy lobe

drawn to dreams within  hidden hardware?

 

an ivy a trellis a noose

no axe can chop and yet every muscle obeys.

all life hostage to sparks, a leapfrog 

of sockets, circuits, airwaves and prongs.  

 

no embryos in the code’s uteri,

and even death might not be safe.

could crypts be seized, coffins hacked

to own the laugh of Buddha,

wear the thorns of Jesus,

upbraid the witches of Wicca?

 

no one has any idea,

while so many necks crawl and crawl,

where this hydra is going.




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