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LAUGHTER ON THE STREET

October 14

LAUGHTER ON THE STREET

They call her Stranger
Not because she is one
She’s well known hereabouts

Stranger

Because

She’d tell a joke and end it
with “there’s no line to punch”
and burst out laughing

Because

She’d start a story and in no time
she’d announce “to be continued”
and burst out laughing

Because

She’d issue commands general like
only to shout “At ease! At ease!”
and burst out laughing

Because

She’d make loud purring sounds
taunting the guys to “Pet me! Pet me!”
and burst out laughing

Curious

I sidled up to her
calling out, “Hi Stranger”
and burst out laughing

Curious

You calling me Stranger mister?
what do they call you?
and she burst out laughing

Curious

“Stranger Still,” I said
smiling as best I could
and burst out laughing

Curious

She laughed and laughed
our eyes meeting there
both laughing and laughing

(to be continued)

To be honest…

October 1

To be honest...

I’d rather be

in another time

a different place

somewhere else

than here and now

as things have become

 

Artificial intelligence

machine learning

deep learning

they cannot do this

Facebook, Twitter,

Instagram, Pinterest

and all the rest

cannot do this for me

 

This is why I’m eager only

for sleep and the dream’s

transportational realities

reconnecting me nightly

with the soul’s geographies

soul’s time explorations

gifting not with empty hope

but with new eyes, new ears

and curiosity for the new day

 

From Dream Poems

The Writing on the Wall

September 24

The Writing on the Wall

 

The writing was on the wall

Yes, it was. Indeed it was, I recall

No denying that at all

You saw it, right, you saw

It was there for all to see

Yes it was, yes it was

 

But that was before, I know

Before the Great Replacement

The mandated Law of Erasure

From the new and only holy father

The leader erased the horrible truth

Replaced now with new truths

The language of the newest freedoms

 

What is this latter-day lexicon?

 

Free the CO2, free the methane,

Free the toxins, poisons, pathogens

Free the hate, prejudice, lies, injustice

Free intolerance in all its forms

Free ignorance in all its geographies

Free money to flow to just the few

Free now from compassion, empathy

And best of all, free now from love

Free now to revel unrestrained

In the arms of power and to glory there

To make America great again.

 

Mene, mene, tekel, parsin

Erased now. But the invisible hand

May yet write again on another wall

Keep a lookout, eyes wide open

Watch your dreams.

A Change of Pace…

September 9

The beginning of an essay on my father...

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING SILLY

A Reverie

I LEARNED THE IMPORTANCE of being silly from my father. His sense of humor was infectious and my earliest memories are colored by an aura of laughter. He could turn anything into jest. I remember endless times in which my stomach would ache and tears would flow from laughter I could not stop. When he chased me down to admonish or punish me in some way, my collie dog, Blackie, would get between us and let out rapid-fire threatening growls at my father until we all ended up rolling on the floor with sides splitting, punishment forgotten—or, perhaps, humor as punishment was lesson enough.
It was the forties and times were simpler. Our first TV, a 1950 Packard-Bell, came with a record-making machine. As fascinating as the TV was in the beginning, and what I remember most is wrestling—Wild Red Berry and Gorgeous George and my grandmother throwing her shoe at the new TV because Red was doing bad things to Gorgeous—what occupied us most was the recording machine. My father set up regular Sunday “broadcasts” duly recorded on those 45-rpm sized vinyl disks. He would announce at the beginning that this was “station FART operating on 10,000 kilosquawts.” Everyone in the family became a reporter and we tried to outdo one another in good old Scot’s scatological “funning,” as we called it. I remember when we would all be laughing hysterically, Blackie would go running in circles, adding to the mirth, but the cats, all silver Persians which we raised for sale, remained untouched and aloof as is the pride of cats.
The dinner table was an arena for food games. My favorite was tossing peas into my sister’s gaping and eager mouth. When my father would make scrambled eggs with squirrel brains, he’d wear a coonskin cap while frying up (he’d been a short-order cooked when he escaped the hills of West Virginia and came to California) and would pose us puzzles to see if we were getting smarter as a result of such fare.

CONSUMERBORG – 2

September 6

CONSUMERBORG – 2

Is, then, resistance futile?

Walt Disney was a fierce advocate of the idea that the best means for controlling the masses was not through ideology, political machinations, or use of force, but through the capitalistic and creative use of entertainment. Disney was always concerned about the “long-term.” For this reason, he knew that his project required a way to influence generations to come. That meant starting with children. And that meant providing families with “wholesome” entertainment. There was precious little in Los Angeles in the 40s and 50s that could serve this function. Out of this desire, Disneyland was born and opened in the summer of 1955. From the beginning, Disney developed the idea of a three-dimensional immersive experience that would build on the attractions of Disney films. Since opening day, nearly one billion visitors have been entertained, the most successful venture of this type in history. Children of each succeeding generation want to go to Disneyland.[1]

These entertainment effects are now ubiquitous through the impact of film, Internet, television, smartphones, media in various forms, and all the other devices to which we have become tethered through a miasma of desire. This is the state envisioned by Walt Disney: “control through entertainment.” Beneath this seeming valorization of choice, we are witnessing and becoming ever more willing victims of the commodification of desire. A significant cost of this is the loss of connection to the interior and especially to the deeper purpose of dreams. This is crucial because, as I have argued many times, the dream is one source of experience that is fundamentally subversive to this enterprise of controlling the public mind.

For this reason, the dream has become an object of focus by the “unseen mechanism,” in a deliberate effort to bring the dream under the control of “the small number of persons” Bernays refers to. In contemporary parlance, this small number of persons is referred to as “the 1%” and identified as the very few who control the vast majority of wealth. It is well to keep in mind that the desire for wealth in itself is not what drives this mechanism; it is the desire for what such wealth makes possible: control and power.

Is, then, resistance futile?

One of the great 20th century philosophers, Theodore Adorno, focused his mind on what was “wrong” with what Bernays and Disney had engendered. He articulated the idea that what people did in their spare time was crucial to the preservation of democracy and freedom. This was the time to reflect and think and consider issues deeply, to expose oneself to values, to recruit the necessary energies to work against the “captured mind,” the consumerist mind, the mind captured by entertainment. It was out of his concern for what was happening that he described Walt Disney as the “most dangerous man in America. His insights remain bittersweet, not only because of their veracity but because they have fallen on a deaf and blind public.

Is, then, resistance futile?

One thing to notice is that becoming a Consumerborg is not something forced or coerced. Nearly everyone is participating in this process willfully, even joyfully. This is a significant triumph of Bernays’ and Disney’s legacy. Look at your tee shirts. You have become unpaid advertisers for some brand of whatever type. You have even paid to host such ads on your person. This is an incredible accomplishment of those “pulling the wires.” Most everyone is eager to participate and anticipating with desire the “next” thing to come along.

One might conclude there is no resistance at all.

No one will pay for a dream. I like this. The dream itself is not easily commodified. I like this as well. Sure, we can pay good money to others to seek out the meaning of the dream, but in this, the dream falls under the sway not only of money but what money is becoming. The increasing valorization of money should be clear to all. God may be dead, as Nietzsche claimed, but money is not. Money is alive and well and proliferating madly while concentrating intensely (that is how the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer).

Money has become the god. This god’s church is everywhere. This god’s parishioners include everyone. This god’s only commandment is “Thou shall want (desire); thou shall buy (pay up).” All else follows from this singularity of our condition.

Dreams, like stories, come freely and can be given freely. In this, there is a deep secret. To give freely to one another can be expressed in a singular word: community. Money does not make for community, but for exclusion, or a desperate desire for inclusion. But not community. Dreams and stories and their fictive purpose—that is the secret we need now because out of this secret may come what we need to save ourselves from what seems like an ever-increasing likelihood of a sad end.

Do not let yourselves be entertained to inaction. Tell a story. Write a poem and give it to a stranger. Ask the beggar on the street if she’s had a dream and give her one in return. Try it.

More on resistance through the dream in the next post.

[1] I was at the preview opening of Disneyland on July 17, 1955. Me and my teenage friends, like a lot of other kids that day, entered the park by climbing over a fence that led us to the interior façade of “The Matterhorn” a decidedly unattractive structure of timbers and trash and rubble. That struck me in a very deep way, though at that time I had no particular conceptual understanding of what seeing the “false” interior of the mountain meant.

CONSUMERBORG

September 3

Consumerborg is my term for the exponentially increasing robotization of the consumer. This process is directed by an alliance of corporate, government, and technological entities. Some activities of these entities are visible and transparent, but most are not. The consumer is induced to become a willing participant in this process through various machinations all designed to direct consumer desire toward obvious as well as subtle and hidden aims. This process is at work in all forms of political and economic structures and is most certainly the realized dream of Edward Bernays, double nephew of Sigmund Freud, and the father of advertising, the progenitor of “PR” and the developer of the U. S. government’s early intelligence activities. He laid out the purpose of his efforts as follows:

The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society … Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country… In almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking, we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons… who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind.

That is not the ranting of some kooky conspiracy theorist, but the truth-telling of an insider, the man largely responsible for the marriage of psychology, corporate power, and political deception. Such truth-telling has since been forbidden in the service of even greater hiding of the “wires” being pulled to control the public mind.

One of the primary aims of robotization of the consumer is economic. For all economies, the basic necessity is money flow. In the U.S., for example, more than 70% of the economy is dependent on consumer spending. When the consumer’s ability to spend is diminished, the economic emphasis shifts to consumer borrowing in order to finance spending. Spending and debt creation are the primary areas of focus for the robotization of the consumer.

In this process, it is essential to recognize that everything is becoming commodified and subject to this robotic monetization. This means that not just products and services, that everyone is familiar with, but with time and attention and persons as well. All entities are utilizing advancements in automation, artificial intelligence, and other technological dimensions (some known, some not) to facilitate an ever-greater degree of consumer tethering to the intentions and control of what Bernays referred to as those pulling the “hidden wires.”

The term “borg” is derived from “cyborg” which itself was derived from a combination of “cybernetic” and “organism.” Borg is best known from its appearance as the name for an alien race in Startrek, a race of cybernetic organisms intent on controlled robotization of humans. The term’s use in popular culture refers to any process toward which “resistance is futile,” the mantra of the Borgs.

What is anathema to the controllers of the hidden wires is any ineriority that cannot be mined and tethered to “the web.” Our interiority (thoughts, feelings, dreams, access to depth) is at ever greater risk and the external gravitational pull on our interiority is immense. Do not underestimate the risk.

Is, then, resistance futile?

I’ll address this in the next blog post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

How NOW to attend to things that matter most?

September 2

 

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TO SLEEP, TO DREAM…

September 1

As outer screens capture more and more of our time and attention. we lose more and more connection to our inner screens, our deeper screens, and dream screens most of all. Few will realize this as the most costly loss or even recognize this as a fatal flaw in our ever enveloping web of technology. Here is a useful reflection on what we need to do...fall in love with sleep again.

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When wakefulness is seen as the main event, no wonder so many have trouble sleeping. Can we rekindle the joy of slumber?

The Conversation

August 20

Yesterday, a colleague sent me a fictive piece in response to my final Ragnarök dream and poem (search the blog for the dream and poem). Last night I had a dream that was very responsive to the piece I had received. In this dream, the setting was like a Lewis Carrol illustration. A caterpillar and a cockroach were dining in an elegant restaurant and were there for an important conversation on, according to the dream, "The True Meaning of Cli Mate Change." The breaking of the word climate into cli and mate was particularly clear. The whole situation reminded me of the film, My Dinner with Andre. In view of my work on the "fictive purpose of dreams," one of the things I am doing with this dream is to work with it in a fictive way. This opens the possibility of working with the issues of "climate change" in a way that I have not done yet. Where this will lead, I do not know, until I do it, but here is the first paragraph of what I have done so far.

The Conversation

Caterpillar and Roach were dining as usual at Cafe Infesta. The maître d?, whose name was Alonzo, bowed gracefully at the pair if such can be said of a grasshopper. The Cafe Infesta did not offer menus, but customers were served individual offerings following a brief interview by Alonzo. Alonzo’s questions were “off the wall” one might say. Caterpillar had been asked, “How many pins can dance on a sunflower?” “Nine,” Caterpillar had answered, mustering as much authority as a caterpillar might. “Ah then, it’s Scubalicious Number 7 for you this evening.” Turning to Roach, Alonzo inquired, “What can a brace never embrace?” “The hearkening angel,” Roach replied, not missing a beat. “For you then, my six-legged friend, I’ll ask Chef Andrade to prepare Tripilisticous in Octopus Ink. As for the wine, something to surprise you: a 1947 Mystica Gewürztraminer. As for dessert, Chef Andrade is in the midst of inventing a celebratory perfection that will be the talk of the town. And now, gentlemen I will leave you to your conversation on “The True Meaning of Cli Mate Change.”

 

The Flight from Truth

August 18

One of the most prescient philosophers of our time nailed the nature of what we are now confronting in1988: "Democracy cannot live without the truth. It commits suicide if invaded by falsehood." Jean-Francois Revel's writings are like an immunity boost against the flood of lies and deceit that is washing over us more and more. Think of his work as a life preserver.