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Politics for Poets

Poets might like to shun politics, like a guy who goes and skips on jury duty. Lawyers don't usually want poets on the jury anyway one might say to justify it.

Better to say nothing than to sound stupid.

Maybe the poet sees the subjective as worshipped idol? He/she sees the craven slavish adherence to trite rituals of decorum and politieness, meanwhile the big fleece goes on. The poet can see it like that. But the poet ought to also see such a 'vision' of the buerocracy is but yet another story-board fantasy. Can be chosen or not chosen to present to an audience. Audience might be correct to approach such content with jeering and derision. Let's see what the effect is?

There is a school of presentation journalism that utilizes shock piece video to stir up contriversy. This is a way to get attention from the press. But now a days there really isn't any press left, is there. Except for idiots like me, right? OK, there may not be so much press but there is a lot of blog. Here we are, world, blogging till the midnight hour!

Journalism will morph into a solitary craft. Poet bloggers who aren't insane (all of the time). UM.. gotta get this right. Don't like this voice transfer software so much sometimes. One of the demons was hogging up all of the process time on my system so I uninstalled it.

What was I rattling on about? Integrity of independant blogs? Poet idiot bloggrs? Presentation (shock) journalism. Oh ya. OK, here is what I think of that: who cares. Why should you care? If you don't feel the same way about trite and shocking tittlating journalism than I do then what does it matter to me or to you? Maybe this is just a blog generated by a computer progam and that tehre really isn't any dude named Willicker here at dude-central, anonymous blog-snot-spot (at the edge of reality where the sides of it are tumbling down into a breeching river ripping away the falacies that you call your world.

What would I be able to do? Break the hypnotic spell of ages that has put the clamp down on you? I want to do that for myself first and I'm not sure if I've succeeded. Because if I dont' get it write I don't know what the heck will happen then. It isn't a good thing to throw away your world on false ideas. There are some solid things in life if you just settle down long enough to feel what they are. We are not just aimless and buffetted by plots and in intreuges from foreign fuss. We have a future that is ours and they have a future that is theres. If we imagine or delude that others try to fuss and fiddle with us (for their exclusive benefit) then we'd better be sure that we really know what we are talking about.

So, as a general rule, when presented with what seems to be a paranoid delusinal conspiracy theory most folks will decide to say "No. I'm not buying it."

The hypnotized insists that his 'vision' of the curruption of these imagined enemies is complete. See how he imagines the enemy. He makes up the crime. It is something that makes him feel uncomfortable. OK, we don't mind the discomfort because he's validating our own feelings of inadequacy. OH, ya, this hate. It is so . . . heated. and bad. And I've been so good. Rot like that. Not cool at all. But this is where some people go with the curruption of others. I can use this person's sickness for fun and profit. He loves me so I will use him. Does anyone really do this? If they do is it ever a conscious act?

It is a crippled world view to imagine a world, and live in it, where all people are always so broken that everything they do and say is just the response of deep rooted fears and inside pain that has 'hypnotized' them into a submissive view. While it may be true that this is the explanation for a lot of what happens in twisted relationships to imagine that the worst case is always the case is, in fact, just imagining. Yes, when you are an observant fellow, you can find the worst case. You can see it in everyone around you, how they live down to their lowest urges. But it isn't constant. Is it really? Is the world really that dark? Are people really that broken?

Or . . . are we being hypnotized to feel a discontent for the behaviors of the ordinary? The voice of truth will speak to you in your own silence and tell you the real truth if you can learn how to stop and listen. That is the promise. Does this, in fact, happen. Yes. However do we expect that constant access will occur. The answer is, unfortunately, no. Most people if they tap into it will then tap right back out. it will scare them.

My solution is to keep believing that people will find these truths on their own. And they will become adult in the way that the interact with each other. Just because I fail at some of it doesn't mean that I can't succeed later. It's like potty training. It takes some folks longer. Broken? Fixed? Neither? Living? Winning? What does any of that even mean?

~ OK Now.

April 26, 2011

The Susquahanna River, Pennsylvania from
last fall.


  The wind
    seemed cold then
  but it was just how I felt
      by what he had said.

  The lake
     had spray on it.
  Rainbows just above the waves.
      Mosquitos all blown away.

   Wordbomb
      revelations
            using concern for the troubles
              of a beloved friend
      like a weapon
  inducing the big sad
      just to feel less broken yourself.

  Turn around, turn around this boat.
     I can not cross the great water with you.
     Bring me back to the bay.



     from Poems 189