Monthly Archives: November 2002

Twilight at Pontchartrain

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

Against the horizon, the line of the sea
rolled off in the mist into eternity;
and the seabirds and pelicans etched against the sky
cast their dark gentle shadows on my love and I.

At the edge of the world, with no more land in sight,
we watched as the water fell into the night;
and held hands, in love, as a seagull took flight,
its echoing cry filling us with delight

as the lap of the waves on the shore at our feet
stroked the soft, lulling rhythm of the earth’s heartbeat.
Then we smiled at each other, and rose from our seat
and returned to the world feeling fresh and complete.

To visit the ocean, or any great shore
is to understand beauty, and nature, and more;
and each time is different than each one before,
a unique expression of life to explore.

There at the lake shore, the last light of day
slipped down in a lavender, purple cascade,
leaving the clouds streaked with pinks, blue and gray
as my love and I watched them wander away.

30 NOV 2002

for Sondra

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The Enemy is NOT Terrorism

According to the Department of Defense, and its newly formed arm the Information Awareness Office:

The most serious asymmetric threat facing the United States is terrorism, a threat characterized by collections of people loosely organized in shadowy networks that are difficult to identify and define. IAO plans to develop technology that will allow understanding of the intent of these networks, their plans, and potentially define opportunities for disrupting or eliminating the threats. To effectively and efficiently carry this out, we must promote sharing, collaborating and reasoning to convert nebulous data to knowledge and actionable options.

However, whatever exactly an “asymmetric threat” is, I am relatively sure that it is NOT terrorism. The number one threat to capitalism may be terrorism; the number one threat to democracy is ignorance.

That ignorance is what keeps us from attacking the real terrorists – those that use the constitution as toilet paper to cover their asses, those that use the threat of an “unseen” enemy to trivialize the right to privacy; that leverage their jingoistic propaganda machine against free-thinking, indepedent peoples to force them into supporting right-wing, totalitarian legislation; that insist that information is power while steadily depriving our educational system of any element of teaching that asks students to do their own research, find their own answers, seek their own truth, follow their own bliss.

The worst of it is that based on the voting patterns in this country, we do NOT give a damn. That only proves even more clearly that the enemy is ignorance, not terrorism.

George Bernard Shaw once quipped that “democracy is the only form of government under which revolution is against the law.” Why? Because, theoretically, in a true democracy, where each person has a voice AND EXERCISES IT, you are ultimately revolting against yourself. The power structure that you put in place, that is you. Obviously, if in a democracy no more than 50% of the people who have the right to vote do so, then ultimately only those people who are concerned enough about their agenda will get out and vote. In America right now, it appears that those people are the Right Wing, Conservative Class. The left, the Democratic party, the concerned liberal front — they don’t need a qualified candidate or candidates in order to staunch the tide of Fascism. What they need is voters. Fuck the platform, whatever it may be. With the weak support shown the Democrats in this last election (in New Orleans, because it was RAINING, the voter turn-out was low …), it doesn’t matter WHAT their platform is, it will not succeed.

My personal belief is this:

Until the recent increase in home-schooling (and that is another whole topic altogether), we as a nation make an exception for mandatory public education only in cases of religious objection. I think we should make participation in the government mandatory on that same basis. If you don’t vote, you don’t get public assistance. You don’t get social security. You don’t get free legal defense. You don’t get road repair. And so on. It is, after all, a democracy. It is a government OF the people, BY the people, FOR the people. If you’re not interested in being part of the OF and BY, then you don’t get the FOR. So it’s a lot of hassle. So it takes up some time. So your vote doesn’t count. Well, MAKE IT COUNT. Use it. Or lose it. The bottom line is that you’re going to lose it one way or another at this rate. The suede-denim secret police are just around the corner. The conveniences you demand are about to become mandatory.

One more thing. People want better schools. Better roads. More cops. More whatever. And at the same time, they’re always complaining about higher taxes. The Republicans want to create a huge Homeland Security Department, increase defense spending, improve our intelligence infrastructure. Well, those things cost money. And that money comes from ONE place – TAXES. You can’t have it both ways. I can’t believe that there is NO politician that is honest enough to flat out admit it. NO TAXES = NO SERVICES.

And another thing. You know what REALLY pisses me off? So-called “Christian” “family-value” candidates who run mud-slinging campaigns. THEY ARE TOTAL HYPOCRITES. Because their ads don’t tell you the truth. They violate a serious commandment – thou shalt not bear false witness. So they are NOT Christians. Period. They are liars, and their campaigns prove that they HATE the American people. Hate them? Yes, because they are flat-out telling you, the voters, that they think you are STUPID enough to buy this crap. And you know what? For the most part, they are right.

Which again, proves my point. Terrorism is not the enemy. Ignorance is the enemy.

One last item. This description from the IAO blurb above “…collections of people loosely organized in shadowy networks that are difficult to identify and define…” sounds familiar. Who does it sound like? The American people. Particularly those that don’t stand for something, and as a result, fall for anything.

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First Harvest

As the seeds that sacrifice themselves
to change and so to grow,
we give ourselves unto the Mother
trusting we will sow:

our roots, the thoughts that keep us mindful;
stalks, the paths we roam;
leaves and fruits, the faith we nurture;
seeds, our coming home.

Bless the harvest, and the reaping
at this time of year;
give to us your strength of purpose,
let our words ring clear.

Bless us with your endless bounty
of and from the earth;
and as we are also seedlings
teach us of our worth.

Each seed and leaf and fruit and flower
dies so we may live;
so when it is our time for harvest,
let us likewise give:

our time, the measure of the seasons;
our minds, the gifts we share;
our hearts, the love we give each other;
souls, the journey there.

Bless the harvest, and the reaping;
thanks we give to thee.
Take from us this sense of longing;
let us simply be.

Bless us through embracing union
with and for the earth,
for we are the future’s seeds
awaiting its rebirth.

Bless the fruits of this first harvest,
freely shared and grown;
and may we, in growing onward,
give back of our own.

01 AUG 2001

I don’t know how the original pilgrims did it, but I am on a pilgrimage of my own. In our house, this is how one pagan gives thanks. This is a poem I wrote for First Harvest last year, and I like to think of it at every Harvest celebration.

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A Sidebar to my NEA post …

More from Henry Miller, Obscenity and the Law of Reflection:

The chances are that during this transition period of global wars, lasting perhaps a century or two, art will become less and less important. A world torn by indescribable upheavals, a world preoccupied with social and political transformations, will have less time and energy to spare for the creation and appreciation of works of art. The politician, the soldier, the industrialist, the technician, all those in short who cater to immediate needs, to creature comforts, to transitory and illusory passions and prejudices, will take precedence over the artist. The most poetic inventions will be those capable of serving the most destructive ends. Poetry itself will be expressed in terms of block-busters and lethal gases. The obscene will find expression in the most unthinkable techniques of self-destruction which the inventive genius of man will be forced to adopt. The revolt and disgust which the prophetic spirits in the realm of art have inspired, through their vision of a world in the making, will find justification in the years to come as these dreams are acted out.

And to think, his books were banned in this country for the longest time. I do not wonder why.

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More thoughts on war and peace

From Henry Miller, Obscenity and the Law of Reflection:

As civilization progresses it becomes more and more apparent that war is the greatest release which life offers to the ordinary man. Here he can let go to his heart’s content for here crime no longer has any meaning. Guilt is abolished when the whole planet swims in blood. The lulls of peacetime seem only to permit him to sink deeper into the bogs of the sadistic-masochistic complex which has fastened itself into the heart of our civilized life like a cancer. Fear, guilt and murder – these constitute the real triumvirate which rules our lives. What is obscene then? The whole fabric of our life as we know it today. To speak only of what is indecent, foul, lewd, filthy, disgusting, etc., in connection with sex, is to deny ourselves the luxury of the great gamut of revulsion-repulsion which modern life puts at our service. Every department of life is vitiated and corroded with what is so unthinkingly labeled “obscene.” One wonders if perhaps the insane could not invent a more fitting, more inclusive term for the polluting elements of life which we create and shun and never identify with our behavior. We think of the insane as inhabiting a world completely divorced from reality, but our own everyday behavior , whether in war or peace, bears all the ear-marks of insanity. “I have said,” writes a well-known psychologist, “that this is a mad world; that man is most of the time mad; and I believe that in a way, what we call morality is merely a form of madness, which happens to be a working adaptation to existing circumstances.”

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Jesse Helms.

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Why the NEA has to cut Art

The National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) recently revised its guidelines for supporting American artists with financial subsidies; as a result, there is no future grant money earmarked for visual artists of any kind, individual or institutional, while funding remains available for historical projects, musical and dramatic works, and the like.

This leads one to wonder – isn’t ART an integral part of the National Endowment for the Arts?

While I believe that in fact is true, I also can appreciate several reasons why the NEA was forced to make this change.

First, the majority of the controversy in recent years concerning the NEA has arisen from its selected recipients in the visual arts. Mapplethorpe, the “Piss Christ”, and so on have left a bad taste in the mouth of most “conservative, God-fearing” would-be patrons of the arts (they are, of course, the would-be patrons of the arts because the patrons of the arts have ALWAYS been the wealthy, conservative establishment – they are they only ones who can truly afford to be). The focus of a lot of “back to the basics”, “family values” groups has been to gloat over and righteously point out the failings of the NEA to exercise good taste in its selection process for visual art. This doesn’t happen quite so much with symphonies. They are not so blatantly political, nor are they as likely to be politicized. Visual art, after all, at least since Warhol, has been brought down to the level of public consumerism; not so with orchestral works, or even to a lesser extent, with plays – simply because they are still somewhat elitist enjoyments and divertisements.

Second, of all the arts, visual art is art of the individidual. No medium ever failed Socialism quite so completely as painting or sculpture has done – because Fine Art ultimately glorifies the individual. No GREAT work of art was ever created by committee, and clearly, not all individuals are capable of creating these works. While this is also true of plays, symphonies, etc., the different is that visual art is also intended to be experienced individually. Unlike a new ballet, where the audience is gathered together en masse, darkened in a room together, and given a collective sense-embalming, visual art must be considered one-on-one, painting-to-viewer. Further, unlike a play, which can be reproduced numerous times using different unknown cast each time (therefore, availing itself of the collective talent pool), or a book, which can be reprinted without losing any of its inherent individuality, a painting or sculpture loses its uniqueness and value if copied or multiplied. The basic problem, from a marketing standpoint, with the visual arts is that many of them cannot successfully be mass-produced. They MUST be individually acquired to be appreciated. An additional problem is that although art has historically been used by many political and religious machines to sell something, it ultimately is not the best tool for convincing multitudes of people to think alike. Unlike a song, poem or lines from a text, it cannot effectively be quoted in the third person. Therein lies its danger to the perpetuation of a dumbed-down, collectively brainwashed, equality of ideas but inequality of persons agenda (BTW, we used to have in this country an agenda that stated that all people are equal, but some ideas are better than others; we now seem to believe that all ideas have equal merit, but some people are just better than others).

Third, but probably a corollary to point one, the NEA cannot intelligently select “great” art to sponsor because we as a society are not particularly interested in either creating it, or defining what we think it is. Each year, the funding for Fine Arts in our public schools is less and less. We have become a culture that is focused on the technology of creation without embracing the reasons why that creation is necessary. The emphasis on a “return to the basics”, of reading, writing and arithematic (ostensibly because we have ‘fallen behind’ and ‘can not compete’ with other nations who are also trying to follow the greed-is-good, capitalist world-view we taught them) has deprived our country of the one thing, the only thing, that can guarantee that our culture will, at minimum, survive, and at best, evolve – the Arts. This is less the case with music and writing – after all, while only 10% of Americans read books on a daily basis, there still is a great market for music – and the plethora of now “pop” classical musicians – Andre Rieu, Yo-Yo Ma, Pavarotti, Charlotte Church, etc. even helps those who are interested in NEA money. People still plunk down a lot of money to see “Cats” – so there is money in the theater, too. Granted, we’re not really getting any “new” Shakepeares or Mozarts, but maybe we as a culture don’t deserve them.

On the other hand, there is not much that can be done to salvage the arts of painting and sculpture from a plebian standpoint. Public funding for the arts has always been a double-edged sword to begin with – it’s for those who aren’t good enough to get a REAL sponsor, some might say. And unless you’re dealing with Monets, Van Goghs, Rembrandts, you’re not talking about a lot of money, anyway. The general public thinks the grand masters are over-priced – as a result, they certainly don’t believe someone they’ve never heard of is worth $1000 a canvas. In the vernacular of those who think the cinema isn’t worth it either, they’ll “wait until it comes out on video.” If your art makes it to prints, reprints, posters, etc., you’ll see some return on your investment.

Fourth, and finally, artists exist and create to show humanity, culture and society the possibilities of becoming. It is a medium that is intended to foster the process of evolution, rather than stagnation. As a result, probably the “best” and “finest” art comes about in cultures that believe that their evolution is not finished yet. Michaelangelo’s David doesn’t show the human form as it is – it shows it as it could be. The culture that currently exists almost world-wide is not interested in evolution; for the most part, we as a species believe that we are the end of the food chain, that when mankind appeared, the world of the creation (whether biologically or theologically) was finished. We have not always thought this way, but our thinking has become more and more rigid in this respect over the past century or so. We have become convinced that such a thing as “prehistory” exists; and we are constantly trying to distance ourselves from the “history” that we claim is our very foundation. The distillation of our “inner core”, so essential to the vision of the artist, is becoming quite an ugly and deprived thing. And although it may be true that the vanity of hope is the religion of the young, there aren’t a lot of hopeful signs that we are as a culture interested in perpetuating any hope in our future generations. As a result, the role of the artist in society, this society in particular, has become atrophied. We don’t want to know where we could be going, and so we go nowhere.

The bottom line with art appreciation (which is the problem with the NEA, in a nutshell) is EDUCATION. We aren’t teaching kids (or their parents, for that matter) that visual art is important. At least, visual art that you can’t create with a computer. As a result, there isn’t much the NEA can do – they can’t pick art for us. Nor can they tell us what we should think is great art – because in our current cultural backwash, praise of the mediocre has made most genius irrelevant. Why should we believe the NEA, when it comes to defining art? We don’t have much reason to trust them. And after all, it is OUR money.

So I think the NEA did the only thing it COULD do. Back out of the art business.

Which I think requires that they change their name to NEMAMA:

National Endowment for the More Acceptable and Marketable Arts

That’s my two cents. If you don’t want it, give it back. I’d like to put a Rembrandt on lay-away so in 20 years I can prove that there actually were artists that were worth endowing at SOME point in human history.

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The Bard Blues

Earlier this year, someone approached with the notion that being a bard was a relatively simple undertaking; of course, I took a small bit of umbrage to that idea, and responded with the following poem:

Who is a bard, who asks, who claims
Such title, such a sorrowed fame?
There are poets, minstrels, clowns
And more that covet bardic crowns,

They’ll study years and not begin
To grasp that song that cries within.
A Bard, why who would want the right
To spend too few a restful night

When chronicle the times he must,
And trace mankind from dust to dust?
The glory, what is that to thee,
When one imprisoned means none free?

The secret language of the bard,
Oft covers pain and life lived hard,
For royal poets all are gone –
We’ve lost the schools, the tools, the songs;

As minstrel singers take the stage,
And style, not substance, is the rage.
Who is a bard, who wants to be?
‘Tis not a role filled easily,

For few can stand to see in mirrors
Their faults beside their wasted years,
While wielding still the two-edged sword
Of pleasing crowd, and self, and lord.

A bard am I, are any here?
‘Tis not a calling, or career,
But endless years of toil and sweat
To write in words, lest all forget;

And still they do, for words will fail,
When there’s a life, who needs a tale?
A bard is more than line and verse,
More than a song for coin in purse –

But more a sacred touching stone,
And oft, for this, he dreams alone,
For passing between death and life
May lose him friend, or work, or wife

Who is a bard? A slave to those
That seek to know why words be chose,
And those who want a glimpse of light,
While they themselves are still in night;

For these, the bard must ply his wares
And speak the truth, tho’ no one cares.
The sacred silence we all find
In doubtful moments, kills the mind

And makes us wonder of the use
For shaping language into noose;
But still we write, because we must
Until we, like our words, are dust.

Summer 2002

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