Wednesday, October 31, 2012
23 thousand cricket revolution
-As with nearly everything that is done on this foggy brogg the following can be taken either of two ways. Also I will indicate the subject of the post at least three or four times as experience dictates this is necessary - the fault, such as it is, lies not with you or I but in the contrast of cognitive assumptions.
If you're familiar with the ninja concept this will not be too difficult to understand. Invisibility in that case lies not in the implantation of contrary thought waves, as in the case of the tibetan Format, but rather in the manipulation of the body into shapes and places we do not expect to find it it. Also there are certain breathing exercises that confound our assumptions of what is humanly possible.
Anyway this "missive" is both an historical observation of what we might call human contra- heirarchal
tendencies and a plea, or perhaps reminder that those who may seem to know things, and be self assured often run out of things to say. Artists may have funny habits, they may be weird - but at the end of the day they have something to say - and here's a little secret the weirdness is something we often cultivate, fully aware of how difficult it is to create in the face of the received wisdom of others.
We begin with Julius Caesar, who fought all the armies of northern europe only to come home and be slaughtered by his own people, including Brutus, whom some suggest was his own son. the thing there was he was taking the money stolen in his wars to become popular with the masses and the elites hated him for that so in the name of democracy they killed him. Funny huh? Then again he managed to start numerous wars on the pretext of defending the roman empire which was nonsense - he wanted their gold.
His killers on the other hand didn't need his gold - they had power and slaves both of which they had no interest of giving away.
If you're familiar with the ninja concept this will not be too difficult to understand. Invisibility in that case lies not in the implantation of contrary thought waves, as in the case of the tibetan Format, but rather in the manipulation of the body into shapes and places we do not expect to find it it. Also there are certain breathing exercises that confound our assumptions of what is humanly possible.
Anyway this "missive" is both an historical observation of what we might call human contra- heirarchal
tendencies and a plea, or perhaps reminder that those who may seem to know things, and be self assured often run out of things to say. Artists may have funny habits, they may be weird - but at the end of the day they have something to say - and here's a little secret the weirdness is something we often cultivate, fully aware of how difficult it is to create in the face of the received wisdom of others.
We begin with Julius Caesar, who fought all the armies of northern europe only to come home and be slaughtered by his own people, including Brutus, whom some suggest was his own son. the thing there was he was taking the money stolen in his wars to become popular with the masses and the elites hated him for that so in the name of democracy they killed him. Funny huh? Then again he managed to start numerous wars on the pretext of defending the roman empire which was nonsense - he wanted their gold.
His killers on the other hand didn't need his gold - they had power and slaves both of which they had no interest of giving away.
Twenty
Three thousand Cricket Revolution
The
story of the bloody assassination of Julius Caesar is well known to
all, especially schoolboys and devotees of the historical plays of
William Shakespeare. It’s pretty much taken for granted what
happened. There are one or two minor questions also though however.
Was Brutus, knife wielder and bloody butcher, perhaps unbeknownst to
himself the child of the erstwhile tyrant?
Regicide
– the cruel crime. Patricide –also a cruel crime.
But
life goes on doesn’t it? And in a few years we forget the horrors
that brought about the present day and learn to accept things as they
are, not as we would like them to be.
Basically
, for them what don’t know the background of the true events
concerning this story and are interested in politics here’s what
happened.
Ceasar
was becoming very popular with the masses of Rome because he was
spreading the wealth around. He was giving out money left and right.
Where did he get the money? It’s like this - nations go to war
because they want something. Japan and Germany wanted empires like
Great Britain and the result was World War Two.
To
justify their going to war nations claim they are only defending
their people from others who would make life harsh on them. That’s
what Ceasar did. He’d attack countries and cities so small that
they aren’t even remembered today and claim it was self defence.
Actually
Europe north of Italy had a lot of mines, and gold mines among them.
Julius took the gold he made from killing the northerners and bought
the love and affection of the people of Rome. It’s not exactly
rocket science, if you know what I mean.
The
old line wealthy Romans didn’t like this one bit. What was
happening ( and it hurts me to say this, but I must tell the truth)
is Julius Ceasar, like Ronald Reagan was doing an end run around the
political establishment.
It
all come down to who makes the decisions and that all comes down to
who has the power. Having thought and contemplated these realities
for a while now I kinda no longer think about whether it’s the man
or the circumstances that can be pointed to as historical
determinants. When the times demand they call forth a man, or
puppet and this Ceasar, or Napolean, turns away from what is often a
quite nice life, to become the big boss man.
In
the case of the assassination of Ceasar the conspirators we may
suggest over did things. But off hand, what else were they to do? It
was said that Ceasar was named in half the divorce cases in Rome so
the guy was more then a little out of control, maybe.
Did
it work? Did the assassination of the big swinging dick make tings
good? I dunno. It’s not my problem. History tells us what
happened. Ceasars nephew, Augustus, eventually took over.
Before
that the crowd, which had lost it’s big time sugar daddy had to be
made pissed off. Shakespear imagined what happened , I imagine.
He has Mark Anthony deliver a funeral oration where Anthony, or
Antonius, I suppose, actually, pretends at first to buy into the
killers motivation. He says that they were honorable men.
There
are certain unwritten rules of assassination, especially of
assassination of leaders. Number one is it has to be done in public.
It’s can’t be done at night. The murder is in effect a coup de
tat, or change of head of state. When Alexanders father Philip was
killed it was in front of hundreds of people.
In
the mob hits of today if you are a nobody you just disappear, but
if you are a capo, or whatever, the killing is supposed to be done in
public, often at restaurants , after a good meal, for instance.
The
fact that several prominent Romans were all there to stick in the
knife is also proof of their goodwill. They did not hide but sought
to express the will of the people. As it happens the will of the
people is sometimes debatable. And Anthony goes on in two directions
at one.
He
keeps saying how wonderful Ceasar was and then Brutus kills him but
Brutus was nevertheless an honorable man. I tell you it don’t make
no sense, but the crowd gets the picture. Brutus is soon a very
unpopular man.
About
two thousand years after the events I just described to you I’m,
hanging out with My friend Joe L. He’s a year older then me and I
look up to him in many things with the major exception that I think
Phil Spector is God, and he’s fond of Dave Van Ronk.
We’re
artists. We were also bohemians, or as much as we could be in high
school while still living with the parents. As well we have some
ideas that have not stood the test of time all that well. This was in
the days of Steppenwolf, the book and Siddhartha and the whole notion
that one could become “enlightened”.
(To
flash forward somewhat, I clung to the investigation of these heroes,
if only because those around me seemed so pathetic in comparison but
I must confess, after these many years and many travels around the
globe that the reality is both more and less then what it first
seems to be. What we have are words and words alone could never
describe the true experience. What is perhaps interesting is the
words are all created quite logically and go back to original
origins.
Ergo
“El Sid” is the the commander, the majestic one. Arthur is the
king, specifically the wounded king and the term itself, which we
associate most often with the king Arthur stories, and be traced to
the Egyptian “Osirus”.
One
other thing, or aspect of the duality is we may associate “seekers”
with naked guys sitting in the dust but once you travel further down
that motioneless path youn come upon the rider, resplendent in silks
and furs who’s very presence is incense and who voice rivals the
tiny bells that herald entrance to the divine realm,)
Suffice
to say, sitting on streetcorners, watching cars go by, Joe and I had
no idea of the fruition of self knowledge. Basically I thought
enlightenment would help me out to get better grades. Especially I
thought if I could see into the cosmic river where all things from
the beginning of time continue to exist it seemed likely to be of
advantage in taking a history test.
Joe
didn’t look at things like that. To him enlightenment was Adam and
Eve, naked in the garden, sitting and sporting neath a waterfall. All
I knew was if, for instance, my parents had ever been naked together
neath a waterfall, it sure wasn’t anything they’d want to talk
about.
Then
came the fateful day. It was a day like anyone and little did I
suspect that when I closed my eyes to sleep that evening I would be a
forever changed person. I can’t begin to remember what we were
talking about when the inspiration struck.
“What
if”, said Joe, ”What if all the idiots and the people we think of
as hopelessly lost in the material world are actually the
enlightened ones and we who seek the truth of truth are the deluded
ones?”
It
was at this point we parted company. He got a goofy look on his face
and kept repeating, “You know, you know, what if swimming pools are
like, you know, the abode of the Gods?” More such rubbish poured
from his mouth and mind. I smiled and seemed to go go along with this
heresy but inside I was not moved.
“Only
through the relinquishement of all desire can the transubstantion of
the soul into unity with the god head be achieved” In this I was
firm
Another
friend had dedicated years to owning a GTO and claimed to find true
bliss merely by crusing the local streets but event in such chariots
I would not be swayed from the pathless path.
But
Joe did have a point. The people with the houses and families and
jobs and such did seem comparatively happy –even if they were
zombie idiots. I had to acquiesce. I had to admit that the straights
might be on to something, but still maintained whatever it was, I
wanted no part of it.
Joe
was a nice guy and I didn’t want to dissolude him. In my imaginary
wallet however was the imaginary all totem. It was the opposite of a
get out of jail card.
Death.
Mark
Twin once said something that had to surprise a few. He said Adam did
at least one good thing. He brought death into the world.
Long
long ago. Purposes unfulfilled causes unaffected futility – you
name it.
So,
let’s talk about face book. Let’s talk about online community.
Let’s talk about death.
Humm,
which of the preceeding three sentances is out of place?
Look
. if you have nothing of consequence to say I don’t fault you –
at least you are decent and honest enough to admit it to yourself.
It’s
like this. Church going, hardworking, folk are nice enough but they
tend to forget they are human and what is worse, they tend to forget
that others are human. It’s easy to be a tight assed hypocrite and
never get in trouble. And never have to reach out to anyone.
Why
does the devil have the best toons? Because the Devil is one of us.
I
learned this very slowly and very painfully, coming as I do from the
heart of suburbia, where lying is not only considered good sport,
but a moral achievement and those unable to lie well are spat upon,
kicked and left to lie in the gutter.
Don’t
forget the egotists motto - “Do as I say and not as I do”
Mankind will always fall for the wicked because the wicked tell them
what to do and they themselves are incapable of independent thought.
Consider
the scientific method, which simply put say you seek to disprove your
idea before someone else does. In cleanland the reply to that
suggestion would be
“Why
would you wanna do that? Don’t you want to put your best foot
forward?”
In
other words you can do no wrong until someone catches you and even
then there’s a fifty percent chance they will be willing to listen
to a little reasonable bribe.
The
store never says “Item will break one week after warrantee
expires” and should a salesman mention it they’d soon be out of
a job.
That’s
why it pays to be enlightened, to some degree or another, when you’re
in the creative business – because then you don’t care what
people think.
Actually
the idea just occurred to me but it’s a little like being a cop.
The average person may do a little blow every now and then, and screw
his neighbors wife, every now and then, hell the average cop is
liable to have the same faults but we always feel uncomfortable
sitting around telling stories when theres a cop there – especially
if the story is an ongoing one.
Who
was that court painter? Went deaf? Goya .
Here
he lived and worked around the Spanish royal court when times were
tough. One can imagine the princesses saying “Make it look like me,
only prettier.”
On
the pickup circuit that can be done.
Praise
and worship are endless
Thursday
nights are endless as is Television
Taxes
are eternal
Life
is finite
You
can bullshit your boss but you can’t bullshit a blank page.
Then
again…
It
is said by story tellers that every child, prior to birth is given
the choice of either a short glorious life or a long uneventful one.
Ceasar was not a lead from the front take charge kind of general in
the mode of Achilles or Alexander. He was a Roman, meaning his
advantage was always in technological superiority.
Even
there one could suggest that the true Roman advantage came not from
technological innovation, but from the ability to appropriate what it
wanted and needed from others. Ultimately this stems from a complex
language which in turn stems from people associating with one
another. We covered this already in regards to Mckenna’s theory of
the origins of language being in communal orgies which predated the
existence of cities by many thousands of years.
Ceasar,
who did not live a long life, was murdered by those who wished to
live long lives, even uneventful lives. They did not wish to be
disturbed. There’s an interesting point that Russell highlights.
In
the bible it says that fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom,
as if to be a thorn in the believers side, Bertrand says that the
conquering of fear is the beginning of wisdom. I would not dare to
choose which is correct.
As
I often say, “You pays your ticket, you takes the ride.”
Translation: “You cannot have it both ways, You cannot serve both
the Lord and Satan at the same time.”
I’ve
got to be careful. Twain it is said went from St Petersburg (heaven)
to Aussville ( Ass ville) in the course of a lifetime observing
human behavior. Personally I wish to put in a good word for the
human race. (The fact that I hope them to someday pay me a very large
stipend for kissing their asses has *nothing* to do with this.)
Humans
are… Well they are often clean. They dream and want to make a
better world for their children. Umm, that’s enough, don’t want
to get carried away.
Let
me put what I am trying to say in yet another way. We are in
conversation with the world. To do this, to have this conversation we
exchange information about our selves with the world. That is how it
is done. If there’s any other method I do not know of it.
Yet
the one who wishes to live a long life must, as we have said, pay for
his or her longevity. They have upon their hearts a sign that says
“Do not disturb.” In other words – “Go away.” Maybe
there’s something good on TV – who knows?
Such
persons, which account for the vast majority of human kind, suffice
to say have little to say.
They
have taken the notion of fear of the Lord, who is if anything made
manifest in other people, deep into their tiny little hearts. It’s
not a big deal. I suggest two aspirin and call me in the morning if
the pain is still there.
There
is however a certain case where exceptional measures must be taken.
As the Japanese say the nail that stands out is hammered in, and so
too the person of exceptional ability, of beauty, of an open heart,
has got to be carefull because they make everyone else look like the
miserable little creeps they are in comparison.
And
if there’s one thing miserable creeps know it is that they like
being in control of things. They have a right to it, after all they
sacrifice joy, love and quite often their own families for the
privilege of occupying a throne.
We
also can look at things in terms of dragons. To restate what we
already spoken of, dragon, or water/fire lizards are symbols of
primordial forces, of the power of nature to get what she wants.
Among
the killers of Caesar there may have well been a few aggrieved would
be suitors of women who might otherwise become lovers of the tyrant.
By killing Caesar they eliminated a potential sexual rival. That’s
the dragon at work.
Shamens
know all about dragons. Eskimo shamens have been known to kill not
only their mother in law and father and law but the rest of their
brides immediate family – just to show who’s boss. Sound
familiar?
The
thing with dragons is often they accumulate vast stores of gold and
jewels which, to protect from thieves, they sleep upon. It is not a
comfortable bed. Some, like billionaires, give the stuff away, but
most don’t and die there.
The
key thing is that every person has some amount of natural energy
even if only enough to stay alive and what we do with it is up to
us.
I
do warn the reader again however that just because they have an open
heart and good intentions doesn’t mean others feel the same way.
People rarely take knives and plunge them into the hearts of others.
But they don’t always have to. Sometimes the thought is enough.
I
don’t know whatever happened to Joe. We lost touch as soon as we
went to different colleges. He was a com-padre. In other words while
he was willing to admit the possibility of life in suburbia he didn’t
go so far as to claim there was any evidence of it.
My
feeling and observations are not the ones you get from TV. TV tells a
different story of people who never hide in their homes. One last
story from the anthropologists field study book.
It
is not unusual, in fact it is the norm, to find in otherwise
illiterate tribes there is a basic repository of legends and tales of
they who have gone before. What brings a smile to the face of the
intrepid explorer is one can often tell what the story will say by
who tells it.
So
in a tribe which has many tales of wise old men we discover that the
primary tale tellers are in fact, the older men.
Guess what? Even today in a fancy society like the US there's old men with power and money and they still don't want to give it away!
As ALF would say "Oh deys clebber basards dey is" Dey git the wimmens and dey marry up a few and get the chllum an play foosball Ho ho hoho what poontang for the chosen of god......"
Guys
like Joe were few and far between, no that I think of it. I knew
other artists and especially musicians, but Joe understood the
language of art. He understood that a picture was more then a picture
– that it was about something.
As
such a picture was more then a memory. Maybe a memory is more then a
memory.
It’s
been a rough ride, rougher then I could have imagined. I knew it
would be tough but I never realized how much I would be hated by
people for the simple crime of outshining them.
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