Sunday Morning Subtle But Obvious Organized Self Abuse Swim Club

I have a lot of memories, I seem to not be able to shut up the monkey mind, I over analyze. I now get to do all that while learning to type.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Dale

The house is all lamp lit and warmed up with fire.
The new started furnace hums funny smells through the vents.
Mother and Mean-maw at the table slapping cards down,
obscure two handed games most friends can’t seem to learn.
She feels all the sticky marks, how the brush of wet wind
took up dried saliva, sweat and the seed,
gelled it to gesso, every stroke smeared her body,
changing her childhood, painting on a new face.
The heat and light press uncomfortable eyes and lungs
after walking through late fall, cold, dark, sodden mists.

Walls and windows are stretching, tilting off into shadows
at the edges her inability to focus or tell.
That this new her is pushing, spreading out from her center,
stomping her out to make her over again.
Around her, all around her, spins the drone of his voice chant
“ A woman now, woman now, awomanow now”.
Watch from so very far, while Mean-maw bitches up and down
about telephones, curfews and what are the rules?
That school busses are due, that things are to be done
in mornings that are never guaranteed anymore.

She can’t remain rooted, hunkered and hunching
cracking voice comes from somewhere shaped around lies.
The eye of the Mother stopped, shocking at strangeness',
introduced to the distances, then forgot they had met.
Subsequent receiving of foodstuff is the symbol
that agreeing and apologies are the safest of rituals.
With something sustaining finally filling her
the strong work of chewing releases some strain.
What’s left is familiar, the voices of women wash
over chattering, clattering, silver in sinks.

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Friday, May 25, 2007

Showbiz

AM earworm: Something In The Air - Thunderclap Newman
No big shock as this is our cover du jour for our upcoming show, yep I said upcoming show. Despite the fact that I decided at my last attempt at a small soiree that I apparently can never plan anything ever or I will end up with a 103 fever. (Similar to my HS graduation when I ended up in surgery 3 days later), we have actually scheduled a something. Noon, July 7th at the Liberty Plaza Park opening for Mr. Largebeat. (Southwest corner of Division & Liberty St.’s here in lovely downtown Ann Arbor.) Other than the trepidation about weather I love out door shows. I can smoke at will, very little boozy factor, little doinksters can come and they always dance, it’s just good stuff.
So ya’ll come down cuz as usual it’s a rare, rare spectacle.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Damn Essay

AM earworm (You’ve Got To) Hide Your Love Away - Lennon & McCartney

It wasn’t really my intention to get up this early. Given, the cats were doing the usual 6:14 am, exploratory, breakfast bid for attention. I can usually growl, turn over, cover my head and get another hour though. But the brain engine started revving. The volume on the earworm went up. And I had to pee.
Upon returning to bed people were long and loudly laughing outside my window and I thought to myself “who laughs like that at 6:15 in the morning? They must be trippin’ or something.” Then I wanted to get up, to spy on the laughers, to see if they were tweaked. I hope not cuz they were pushing a baby carriage begging the question “where in the world are you taking your baby at 6:16 in the morning anyway?” Maybe to church.

Now I’m up. The cats are fed and Little ghee has performed the obligatory breakfast dance. My own stomach starts growling warningly and the roommate clogged the sink so dishes wait in a pile for his return from work to fix his screwup.

And that brings us to the subject that is on my mind of late. Lying. Why do people so casually do it? I, myself, cannot escape culpability on this. I admit I am a fan of the sin of omission if it’s going to prevent a big problem. BUT (and it’s a biggish but) that is usually a deliberate, planned maneuver to avoid hurting someone's feelings or putting them on the defensive. After spending many years purging myself of the lying factor (apparently there’s a gene for it in my family or something), I became what some friends and coworkers called “ the queen of no tact”. It is a fact that rabid, ruthless, truth telling is most unwelcome in our society. It is however interesting to note that several of the people who shamed me most often and most enthusiastically about my brutal truthing were in the final analysis found to be avid and compulsive liars themselves. I adopted a “shut my mouth” policy. Not overtly lying, but very frequently not telling my whole truths either.

I used to attribute much of it to astrology. There is an actual link in my view. A lot of water in your chart just seems to make truth a fluid substance. Try living with a lot of un-evolved Pisces if you don’t believe that. Try a quintuple Pisces if you want a most blatant example.

Now we add the idea that it is frequently attributable to “authoritarian” parents. If draconian punishments were administered the children lie instead of taking personal responsibility. This is something I’m going to be watching for in my lying studies in future. I think there is potentially a good deal of validity to this theorem.
For an example, I offer my observation of 2 brothers I know who lie in the same ways (casually, frequently and often easily detected and/or disproved) about the same kinds of things ( usually attempting to make themselves look better, cooler, smarter than they are and avoiding taking personal responsibility for their fuckups whether minute or large). Since I know their parents and have had the opportunity to hear many stories about their childhoods I feel that there certainly could be a correlation. The father is a bit of a raging ass.

Another factor I believe I detect a link with, is substance abuse. The most apparently upright citizen will easily lie if this issue is present. That one becomes a chicken and egg conundrum though. Did the self esteem problem that needs to be bolstered by lying occur before or after the substance issue?

And here’s one I really hate. I have been outright instructed to and expected to lie, by various bosses. This idea that lying is being built into business models really, really, bugs me. Force me to lie and eventually I’ll find a way to quit.

If I catch someone in one or two minor lies I can possibly, probably, mostly, overlook it . The circumstances, how comfortable or glib they seem to feel about it is a real tell. I try to accept people for the face that they want me to see. But I watch and frankly I’m judgmental. If the public face varies too much from the real face I stop trusting altogether.

Those are generally white and grey lies. My true horror is the black lie. Buddhism says this is pretending to have spiritual accomplishments you don’t. This can screw up peoples karma for millennia. Probably just not a good idea. I have seen many painful examples of this. My friend who committed suicide after the Rajneesh scandal destroyed what he believed in. Another who now hates Buddhism after following a false guru destroyed his family. Those are just a couple examples, I’ve seen a lot more. Obsessed as I am with cults and false prophets this is a big issue for me. The idea of one person throwing a huge monkey wrench into another’s spiritual growth for fun, profit and power is very alien and abhorrent.

I also think that lying for fun, profit and power about things like WMD’s or Jews, the Rom, and homosexuals being a problem or whether your industry is destroying the environment and your workers lives and health, which results in the death of anywhere from one to millions of human beings is pretty much the black lie as well. If I believed in Satan I would think it was downright Satanic. As it is I have to try to accept that those are just extreme examples of complete ignorance of the nature of reality and that the people committing such atrocities actually, truly, believe that this will somehow bring them happiness. It’s a hard pill to swallow but it is one of the only ways to try to retain compassion for them in their stupid, ignorant, destructive, negative, foolish, shortsighted, wickedness.

Which brings me to my question. By accepting all the little lies are we totally laying the foundation for the really big ones?

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Saturday, May 19, 2007

TEA U.S.A.

“They bring you water
it may even be hot
but boiling it isn’t.
So tea you have not.”
Ginger Baker (with) The Masters of Reality
Sunrise On The Sufferbus

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Lists

Apparently I have switched my focus from writing to reading. However I’ve got to get back in the saddle as I have three major writing projects on the summer burner. I have really enjoyed the several weeks of reading a novel a day though. Nothing like being sick for an excuse to just lay around munching down the mind candy. Lot’s of John MacDonald and children’s books, but I never finished The Prince which is a day overdue now.

I’m back to thinking about Blake, Tolstoy and Swedenborg, their manias and visions and am hoping to squooze in some more research on TLE now that I’m thinking about it again. But my list of summer tasks grows each day and I’m not making much counter strikes on the scratching the finished ones off as of yet.

I am back on the blood sugar efforts as well as having got myself down to one black tea bag a day and no chocolate for a couple weeks now. I’ve also gotten the smokes back down to 18 per day. Having trouble getting beyond that yet. Been sounding very Sylvia Simon lately.

First order of business is triune: Get the hole in my stomach healed, get ready for a big garage sale beginning of June and get the Elder program up to par.
In between all of that I have to try to get going on finding some money for school next year as well as get admitted somewhere. Those are the big ticket items.
The rest is the perpetual house chores and I’m hoping to garden.
Now that I don’t have to do crap like writing 12 page papers, I hope to get more of this sort of writing done as well as I’ve set myself a goal of 20 new songs over the summer. I have 2 half written so far.

All right, that’s a start. I'll get back to you with something profound when I get it put together. I’d say I’m getting stronger everyday but I see where that gets me.....

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Am Earworm

Solid Gold Brass - Sweet.
I know why, I listened to Desolation Boulevard last week. But it was funny I had to look it up again because even though my brain kept singing “solid gold brass etc.....” over and over I kept thinking “that can’t be right, it doesn’t even make any sense”. I had apparently forgotten that - it’s Rock n Roll, it is not required to make any sense at all.
But the other question is; why is it so frequently one of my least favourite songs on an album? “Sweet FA” (which I have ranted about before) being the least favourite, at least lyrically. The favourite being “The Six-Teens”.

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Wednesday, May 09, 2007

whew!

Yes well that’s what I get for feeling strong. I’m now weak as a kitten. Almost 6 days of massive infection and high fevers. With a gruesome, extremely gory and fairly epic “healing crisis” last night. And now I’m feeling much better thanks.