Listen to a reading of "After The Fugue": After the fugue state clears, after this whole shitshow has been shitshown, after the stuffed shirts have become unstuffed and the talking heads have found their bodies, after the Beltway brainchildren have turned back into terrestrial primates,
Wow. This is beautiful. The sensuous detail is amazing. And reminds me—what do you do before enlightenment? Chop wood, carry water. What do you do after enlightenment? Chop wood carry water. Life is good enough as it is. It is “I” that has to contribute to it.
O wow! I am so honored! Thank you Caitlin for the Like. I love your art, the consciousness behind it. And the “just enough” form breaking style you have. Thank you for all you share with us.
Thank you Caitlin, When friends tell me, we are killing the Earth with climate change, war, over population, I smile and say NO WE AREN'T! The Earth doesn't care if we survive, if we are gone the Earth will go on and return to it's none human state for an estimated 3.5 Billion more years : ) The Earth will tell us how to survive, will we listen : )
I’ve thought this too, that really we’re basically like the drunken father who says “If I can’t have you, NOONE can!” And kills his wife and children and burns down the house before shootings himself. Patriarchy is essentially suicidal. Gaia IS leading us out of that madness and Caitlin is one of her priestesses. Thank you Caitlin. Buddha bless, Ma bless, Gaia—lead on!
Close and enduring contact with the real world, as Caitlin and others disclose it here, is the antidote to the sterile, ugly and vacuous world presented by and striven for by illegitimate power since the beginning of civilization. They say a state of mindless and vicious struggle for power is "noble," and the only reality. We know it isn't.
Some of us know it isn’t. I had to go thru my own mindless and vicious struggle for power when I taught 7th grade in an incredibly damaged neighborhood school, diversity to the gills, no money for anything, being judged on how well I taught the “White Man’s Way” to kids who had absolutely no stake in that world: poor white trash, ghetto black kids, immigrants from Mexico and points south, who were routinely pulled out of school to babysit or work while the parents worked 2 and 3 ill-paying jobs, Hmong who couldn’t speak or write English, Thai and Vietnamese kids whose names I shamefully could hardly pronounce, Ukrainians. And only a few of them could stay in their seats due to a kind of PTSD that is visited on them by our horrifying culture. And they are all dumbed in a classroom of 30 to 33 practically elbow to elbow, and the teacher told to “bring them to benchmark” with nothing more than force of personality and will. I did it for 18 years, and while I was good at it the 1st 9 years, the 2nd 9 years was indeed a vicious power struggle as the administration got stupider, the kids got more PTSD and I got more tired. It was an utter tragedy. But the middle class got richer and happier and more greedy as the School Board shoveled more money into their schools and ignored the poor kids schools thereby creating a group of people ripe for T-rump, when he came along and now they wonder o my o my, why don’t those people behave themselves and obey the cops. Then the wouldn’t get shot. There are those who see us “returning to the land” as a solution but these Middies don’t belong in the Forest. They’ll just burn it down, like they did Paradise in NO Cal. And many poors are in the forest—making meth and target practicing on the Subaru’s of the yuppie recreational, back to nature, weekend hikers. As you say—there ain’t no place to hide from the real world. It’s here and now and boy howdy, is it mad!!!
A very sad story, a real glimpse at life as it is in the "foremost democracy" in the world: a house of cards built on quicksand. But don't blame yourself because you couldn't correctly pronounce foreign names, and couldn't deliver the best education: People understand if you show good faith and willingness to learn. I'm sure you helped many people as the best part of an otherwise corrupt, irrational, and inhuman system.
So Caitlin you think that after the fugue people will come to their senses and some kind of paradise will emerge? The Left has always been full of Pollyannas whether is it Marx or LBJ or FDR or Woodrow Wilson or Pol Pot and Mao Tse Tuong.
Yes, they know that if they only get control, the human race will be JUST FINE!
That bitch Mother Nature has been trying to kill me since the day I was born and she'll succeed in her mission pretty soon. Screw the Earth.
As for birds...bluejays are mean nasty birds. When our town was evacuated during the Kincade Fire, the crows took over the streets. Crows are smart, but their cawing sound is hard on the ears.
Thank you, that is very kind of you. I spent quite awhile blaming myself, both at night after work and then for several years after I retired, until the universe sent me the perfect mentor with a great practice for helping me learn to let go. That’s really where I learned forgiveness, staring with myself then extending out to others. It’s an amazing experience, quite “enlightening”. It even works well for me in politics. Otherwise, I get so mad I’m inarticulate! 😁😵💫🤪. Keep commenting here. I like what you contribute. And say a prayer for teachers. And nurses. And social workers. And Lady cops. Etc. 🤗🥰
Wow. This is beautiful. The sensuous detail is amazing. And reminds me—what do you do before enlightenment? Chop wood, carry water. What do you do after enlightenment? Chop wood carry water. Life is good enough as it is. It is “I” that has to contribute to it.
O wow! I am so honored! Thank you Caitlin for the Like. I love your art, the consciousness behind it. And the “just enough” form breaking style you have. Thank you for all you share with us.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high
Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say
[Chorus]
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
...
...
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say
[Chorus]
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more, no
~KANSAS
Plenty breeds Pride; Pride, Enuy, Enuy, Warre, Warre, Pouerty,
Pouerty, Humble Care. Humility breeds Peace, and Peace breeds Plenty;
Thus round this world doth rowle alternately.
~ The World’s Whirlegigge
Robert Hayman
Governor of Newfound-Land
Anno Domini : 1631
Our new world is already emerging. The comet destroying the corporate dinosaurs is us!
You should share more poems they're beautiful.
Thank you Caitlin, When friends tell me, we are killing the Earth with climate change, war, over population, I smile and say NO WE AREN'T! The Earth doesn't care if we survive, if we are gone the Earth will go on and return to it's none human state for an estimated 3.5 Billion more years : ) The Earth will tell us how to survive, will we listen : )
I’ve thought this too, that really we’re basically like the drunken father who says “If I can’t have you, NOONE can!” And kills his wife and children and burns down the house before shootings himself. Patriarchy is essentially suicidal. Gaia IS leading us out of that madness and Caitlin is one of her priestesses. Thank you Caitlin. Buddha bless, Ma bless, Gaia—lead on!
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Close and enduring contact with the real world, as Caitlin and others disclose it here, is the antidote to the sterile, ugly and vacuous world presented by and striven for by illegitimate power since the beginning of civilization. They say a state of mindless and vicious struggle for power is "noble," and the only reality. We know it isn't.
Some of us know it isn’t. I had to go thru my own mindless and vicious struggle for power when I taught 7th grade in an incredibly damaged neighborhood school, diversity to the gills, no money for anything, being judged on how well I taught the “White Man’s Way” to kids who had absolutely no stake in that world: poor white trash, ghetto black kids, immigrants from Mexico and points south, who were routinely pulled out of school to babysit or work while the parents worked 2 and 3 ill-paying jobs, Hmong who couldn’t speak or write English, Thai and Vietnamese kids whose names I shamefully could hardly pronounce, Ukrainians. And only a few of them could stay in their seats due to a kind of PTSD that is visited on them by our horrifying culture. And they are all dumbed in a classroom of 30 to 33 practically elbow to elbow, and the teacher told to “bring them to benchmark” with nothing more than force of personality and will. I did it for 18 years, and while I was good at it the 1st 9 years, the 2nd 9 years was indeed a vicious power struggle as the administration got stupider, the kids got more PTSD and I got more tired. It was an utter tragedy. But the middle class got richer and happier and more greedy as the School Board shoveled more money into their schools and ignored the poor kids schools thereby creating a group of people ripe for T-rump, when he came along and now they wonder o my o my, why don’t those people behave themselves and obey the cops. Then the wouldn’t get shot. There are those who see us “returning to the land” as a solution but these Middies don’t belong in the Forest. They’ll just burn it down, like they did Paradise in NO Cal. And many poors are in the forest—making meth and target practicing on the Subaru’s of the yuppie recreational, back to nature, weekend hikers. As you say—there ain’t no place to hide from the real world. It’s here and now and boy howdy, is it mad!!!
A very sad story, a real glimpse at life as it is in the "foremost democracy" in the world: a house of cards built on quicksand. But don't blame yourself because you couldn't correctly pronounce foreign names, and couldn't deliver the best education: People understand if you show good faith and willingness to learn. I'm sure you helped many people as the best part of an otherwise corrupt, irrational, and inhuman system.
It should say dumped in the classroom, not dumbed. They weren’t dumb by any stretch of the imagination.
The Reckoning
——————-
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
The ticket of all the Indians and Japs and Nazis I killed
In the backyards of my boyhood.
The ticket of the church service on the day
JFK had his head blown open and
Was sainted on the spot.
The ticket of Kent State
And
The ticket of Jonestown
And
The ticket of Nine Eleven.
The ticket of the National Debt you
Tell me I personally owe.
The ticket of the innocence you said I lost
That you never had any claim to
In the first place.
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
The ticket of the holy materialism;
Coin, Scratch, Moolah, Franklins, Hamiltons and G’s
The Big Greed.
The tickets of addiction
Cigarettes and credit and alcohol, television,
Advertising, the stuff I
Never needed. O yeah,
You hooked me alright, America.
The Presidential tickets,
The tickets of the Bosses
And the Bankers and the CEO’s
All, all of them.
The tickets to the ones I love and loved and
The Worlds I love and loved, those tickets you
Gave me in return for putting all hope and dreams
Behind your counter.
America
I am redeeming all my tickets you hold
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
America, you lied. And I was too dumb
And too young to know you didn’t own my soul,
And accepted the tickets in trust of your
Promise that of course I could redeem them
Someday.
America, you lied
And you still lie,
Only bigger, more arrogant.
America
I have redeemed all my tickets you held
In your Pawnshop of my soul.
Your glass cases stand open and barren
Your locks are broken
Your shelves are empty
Your counters are bare
Your wage-slaves are quitting
The weeds are shattering your blacktop
Even the Crows avoid your bones
——————-
© Salskov Iversen 2012
Beautiful.....meanwhile, I will drink tequila from a Godzilla cup.
So Caitlin you think that after the fugue people will come to their senses and some kind of paradise will emerge? The Left has always been full of Pollyannas whether is it Marx or LBJ or FDR or Woodrow Wilson or Pol Pot and Mao Tse Tuong.
Yes, they know that if they only get control, the human race will be JUST FINE!
It's not gonna happen.
The enemy is us. Evil resides in all of US.
Tie your tubes and testicles. End the madness.
We are all the bad guys and the good guys.
Timmy—Well, good for you. Enjoy your ulcer.
LOL! I think you are the one with the ulcer. I don't give a shit about this planet or the walking talking apes.
That bitch Mother Nature has been trying to kill me since the day I was born and she'll succeed in her mission pretty soon. Screw the Earth.
As for birds...bluejays are mean nasty birds. When our town was evacuated during the Kincade Fire, the crows took over the streets. Crows are smart, but their cawing sound is hard on the ears.
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Thank you, that is very kind of you. I spent quite awhile blaming myself, both at night after work and then for several years after I retired, until the universe sent me the perfect mentor with a great practice for helping me learn to let go. That’s really where I learned forgiveness, staring with myself then extending out to others. It’s an amazing experience, quite “enlightening”. It even works well for me in politics. Otherwise, I get so mad I’m inarticulate! 😁😵💫🤪. Keep commenting here. I like what you contribute. And say a prayer for teachers. And nurses. And social workers. And Lady cops. Etc. 🤗🥰
Jean Wyman; Forgiveness is God's job, not mine. I'll forgive people their debts, but not their trespasses.
Please don't take this as throwing shade on your work, because it's always the best that drive me to revisit the music that has moved me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfF0x8e38Kg