cultural cataracts

your mind's eye is
clouded by
cultural cataracts that
keep it anesthetized to
politics of the
very worst. they
keep it blind so
it cannot see
that

this is not a democracy
if we do not democratize.

this is not a democracy; it's a
shitstorm of acts and lies.
of party politic
television commercials
that fear monger and hate
and behave inappropriately in
a way that's
so contrived.

clouded eyes
that disillusion. you
don't even care about
the greedy capitalist
exhibitionists standing in front of
you and your
children
exposing their gold and diamond
encrusted wangs that were
made possible by
consumers like you who
redeem the colonization and
exploitation of
indigenous tribes in Africa
that have no army or
representation to speak of.

no development only
the loss of farmlands their ancestors
tended to that
fed the tribes just fine before
they lost it and had
to start stealing
from the corporations that
moved in without asking.

cloudy tears
we will cry. cloudy
because we
will not understand why.
it will be unclear what
to cry at.
in short, it will be
synergistically induced by converging catastrophe and
hurt and
question. feelings of loss and
betrayal.

regret.

i can cry preemptively and clearly.
i can scream loudly.
angrily.

i will not feed or stimulate or
decorate your capitalist wang.

i refuse to pit my community against
itself; myself against my community.

take off your shell, your mask
of shallow objects that
create the image of someone
who has earned but
tell me you are nothing but a
somnambulant fool with
poor taste in
aesthetic and
no moral capacity
as a result
of some
unseeable detriment of
the self
likely rooted in a
learned perception
of entitlement
that your
poor p + m did not
know better than to
teach like
all the other commonplace
fools.

it is also dissonance

that hurts
the most.

frequencies out of
phase, like
careening cars hurdling
each others' parallel
in the finite
space of a
tunnel.

when the clash
of a peak hitting
the trough of its
equal, when
the hero arrives home safe
only to discover all
he loved before
he left had
gone after
he did.

when adversity wins
and reso
lution is
hard to
arr
ive
at.
you know it as
that swell
in your eyes. the
inability to speak
when you're
just
so overwhelmed.

it hurts.




it hurts.

and you know why
but cannot say and
can only
grimace as
you accept and
hope
and feel the
dissonance shake.

tremor.

irresolution.

it hurts and
you are reminded
that
you are a human being with
feelings and means
to
convey.

act and help
the hurt.

act and help the hurt.

realize its intention.

homo-objectus

i want to ask the teller
at chase bank if
he feels human where he stands.

what does he see
through that big thick
bullet proof plexi glass
poorly prescribed lens?

what can he feel there
inside the belly of the beast
disconnected and falsely protected
staring outward at
reality.

you are not a man.

i want to tell him.

not in a battle of the
cock inches,
¿quien es más macho?
kind of way.

you are self degrading.
the next evolution of man:

homo-objectus

disconnecting from the earth and
fellow beings.
growing distant from the shared energy.
freely sacrificing ones' utility
to the one of
undying intention to
hoard.

garble back to me what
you are told
to say in
these situations.

situations are temporary
problems that you call
situations because
you can make them go away.

because we cannot get to you.
you are too big for us.

where is your humanity?

you have been reduced to
a miraculous concoction of
carbon et al atoms and molecules and
treated like a simple, disposable
object.

you help hurt your people.

if . . .

this is not
love then
i am only
fucking an object.

i am only
emotionally responsive to
your skin; your flesh.

not your essence.

do you elect to be
a lifeless tree whose
moisture-less leaves
mean
nothing to me?

i object to such objectification.
objecti-fuckation.

take from me what
nutrition you need.

i will not resist because
i love.

take me through your
hardships of any sort.

i will not resist because
i love. and

give me nothing in return.

but love.

it is the universal wealth.

it is the language
i speak.
it is the feeling
i feel.

along with foolishness.

it is proximity

that hurts the
most.
to catch a
falling thing
only
to drop
it
again.
it did not
deserve
to be
caught
if
it was going
to break
itself
one way
or
another.

no.

you
did not
deserve to
hold it if
you
could not
hold
it well
enough.

i tried.

virtual death has no feeling

yesterday i deleted
my facebook profile and
didn't
Really feel
anything.

that's how much
i needed
it
all along.

that's how
well
my life
is
right now.

choosing

working many
stressing and ted
ious hours

soreness

in my back
grounded
to that
which is
all

i want to save
it

out of reach
is every neck i
want to
squeeze into
submission

every hand
i want to make
pick up
its
mess

every
apology yet
to be heard
is nothing
compared to
all

the
thoughts
we need

to
think together

would be a
grand thing

Afasau

afasaur today
iWood naght wave
i wude knot seh
a thing.

afasaur tday
id leave
yf i could
rather than
hav e
motions
to ree
mimbehr
&
feel
silly
all
again.

urthefool
for not
fixing your
self.

iMtha
fool
for
not seeing
You
soon
er.

really.

i'm fine.

Bird On The Wire

Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

-Leonard Cohen

since i think you read, and may well understand

would you, would you?
could you undue?
dismiss your pride?
what say?

do you, do you?
know what hurt you?
deny my side?
a say?

did you, did you?
take them with you?
tears i cried?
for days?

fix it, fix it.
ignore conscience.

your pride

is in

the way.

How To Create Cognitive Dissonance

My favorite media resources readily available for consumption that will make your conscience hurt.

Documentary Film
- Earthlings
- A Crude Awakening
- Food, Inc.
- FLOW
- The Devil Came on Horseback
- Life or Debt [I would hope there are better, more recent films about debt peonage though]

Non-Fiction
- The Shock Doctrine - Naomi Klein
- First As Tragedy, Then As Farce - Slavoj Žižek
- The Long Emergency - James Howard Kunstler
- Man's Search For Meaning - Viktor Frankl
- Black Boy - Richard Wright
- Radical Evolution - Joel Garreau

Fiction
- Ishmael - Daniel Quinn
- The Road - Cormac McCarthy
- Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

Top Documentary Films [dot] com

Amazing. This website is amazing. An enormous collection of fantastic contemporary documentary films, free. I am a huge advocate of free information and sharing, and this is just the kind of niche site that makes my day. Check this out, and use it. http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/

Sparklehorse - Revenge

I made a Tumblr page to post this song by Sparklehorse. I got hooked on it bad.

The Secret Life of Chaos Theory

This is a fascinating documentary on the history and significance of Chaos Theory from the BBC that is a must see for anyone. Complex information is well delivered and the images are gorgeous. Watch all six parts:

Me At Fifteen

These are some lyrics I wrote when I was fifteen that I came upon the other day while looking through my old writings. I find it somewhat reassuring to see that at a time when I knew considerably less than I know now, I was already well aware of a lot. My poetic voice at fifteen is extremely facetious. I am only slightly more mature now. Hah. Here it is as written in my notebook and I am pretty sure I used this as lyrics in a hardcore band I sang for later on called Dick Tracy. [Yes I did and the song is called "Camo Shorts," hah!]

27 July 2004

humanity has reached a new level
we set our own bar higher with each day to come
modern times require modern solutions, modern medicines, modern miracles
lowering the death rate
increasing productivity
a world that revolves around supply and demand
will demand all that can be supplied
delete the illness, plague and suffering
delete murders, delete defects
all will survive, the sick are revived
no one will cry in this world that is blind
harvest our own exponential problems with exponential growth
saving our lives is but an endeavor
only bringing the end upon us faster
the human race is a sponge to the earth
that is a withering puddle
live for this day and age before we need to


p.s. Here are lyrics written about six months later (still fifteen) that were definitely used in a Dick Tracy song called "Computers Growing Vegetables" that can be heard here: http://www.myspace.com/dicktracy. I remember writing this about a high profile news story of a women in a coma who's family would not let her husband 'pull the plug' on her after she had been asleep for some number of years. This is my take on that:

29 March 2005

computers can grow vegetables, is that what they say?
how can you stare down at that motionless, lifeless body?
sure they may be in a world of fantasy, but suppose it is a nightmare
a mouth, latched tight, and out of commission for years running
arms tired of doing all the chewing
don’t turn out the lights, you might turn out the lungs
Bill will haunt you forever more, or at least the rest of your life
I don’t care if its red and says not to touch
you should listen to those who truly know the case
knew might be a better tense because no one is coming back
you are not kidding anyone now
you need to let go of terminal and hold onto subsequent

Sixth Sense Projection Technology

If you are like me, then you find it strangely fascinating and disturbing when developments in technology can still blow you away. This video is showcasing what I have no doubt in my mind will become the future of all we know, if we make it there.