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designed to initiate a global paradigm shift towards a world where racism, poverty
and war will be a thing of the past.

Month: March 2012

advice to newlyweds

Question…

“What do you think matters most in marriage?”

Answer…

“A short memory.”

Little boxes

Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky tacky. Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one. And they’re all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
Thoughts and impressions are arriving in packages that are way too small today. I need a bigger picture. I put on my Merrells and find the shortest path up to Franceschi. I start on residential streets because the canyon would be too tortuous today. I pass by stately homes and funky California cottages. I concentrate on loosening the suspension joints in my hips ..and experience a more cushiony ride. The street gives way to a woodsy trail bordered by pine, oak and eucalyptus. Feels spongy. I reach the top of Franceschi where I get a panoramic view of the coast ..from Rincon to Gaviota ..then out to sea where white clouds are beginning to roll over the tops of the islands. South of me the fog has already breached the coastline and filled Sycamore Canyon. I inhale .. like a wave crashing ..and exhale .. washing away the debris. No quarrels or nagging doubts here. Like water seeking it’s own level ..I listen to the narrative in my head expand to fill the space available ..both inside and out. Calm and undisturbed. I throw the packaging material over the edge and watch it sail away.

Little Boxes by losttimeblues

Nascent Scream


There is
a nascent scream
forming
in my throat
its
origin runs deep
within
the labrynth of
my
psyche,
embedded
in the fabric of
my
persona,
beneath
the scaffolding that
supports
the beating of my heart
intermingled
with my breath.
I’ve endured
for far too long
the
pathetic nature of the
human
condition,
the
endless stream of senseless violence
that
circumnavigates the globe,
pointless
murders based on
an
infrastructure of crazed logic
embellished
with religious beliefs
that
tolerate no answer except the
ridiculous
ones purported to come out of
the mouth
of psychotic deities,
untimely
deaths of men, women children,
victims
of ludicrous struggles for power
wrought
by nations that seek nothing but plunder
disguised
as self-righterousness.
I’ve
lived through too many wars,
too
numerous to detail,
too
horrid to contemplate,
too
stupid to be believable,
wars that
have grinded bodies
to dust,
buried
alive thousands too
weak to
resist,
wars that
have wasted entire cities,
turned
civilization to rubble,
sent
mothers and their children
to
screaming deaths,
wars that
sacrificed reason and intellect
to the
desire for oblivion and ruin,
wars that
have murdered hope and
offered
free license to despair,
wars that
thwart human progress and
consign
many to an early grave,
wars that
unwind the clock of the future,
launching
history into the
darkness
of the dreaded past.
I’ve
grown weary of the
endless
streams of nonsense that
fill the
bandwidth of the present with
tidal
waves of petty thoughts and
nearly useless
information.
I’ve come
to tire of the
misuse of
language,
vocal
chords no longer the
gateways
to our minds,
words
strung together haphazardly in
nonsensical
arrays,
communication
no longer a tool for
exploration
of self and other,
all has
become insufferable vanity.
There is
this nascent scream
lodged
within the signature of my
innermost
self,
brief
sojourn of life so delicate and
wondrous,
turned
into a shadow play
filled
with circus and
steeped
in illusion.
Reality
has become sidelined,
the
trumpets sound,
the noise
deafening,
humanity
herded into
a vast
and perplexing hall of mirrors
where all
protest is muted and
within
the blazing lights of a
multitude
of artificial suns,
what is
essentially black and dismal
seems
somehow golden,
young and
agile children
armed
with baskets
filled
with a bounty of ornaments
disperse
wondrous arrays of color
without
substance,
fill the
domed enclosure
shrouded
from the incessant darkness
with idle
and cheerful songs.
Dread has
become enshrouded by apathy,
fear by
pitiful amusement,
architects
of the future
have
crafted a world
impossible
for humanity to endure.
This
nascent scream
nesting
within my belly
is an
incipient cry of anguish
over all
the needless suffering
carried
by so many for
no
acceptable reason,
for all
the mindless insanity.

Anti anxiety

The complaint I most frequently hear from former pot smokers of my generation (those who came-of-age during the 60’s and 70’s) ..is that smoking marijuana makes them feel nervous. Some describe it as so intense, it borders on paranoia. Consequently they quit and never came back. In the day, little was known about cultivating for the psychoactive effects of marijuana.

The times they are a’ changing. A new breed of cultivator has revolutionized the field. They can grow sophisticated varietals with a range of psychoactive properties. “The THC component is the same ..it is the mixture of other elements that play a vital role in changing the psychoactive effect.” Two decades ago, most marijuana smokers bought whatever their dealer had. It was illegal even for research purposes. Consequently nothing was known about marijuana other than its THC content.

One of these newly found elements is a compound called Cannabidoil or CBD. It’s responsible for the calming and pain relieving effects found in medicinal marijuana. Takes the buzz off THC so to speak. CBD is also helpful in treating a range of problems, including arthritis, the side effects of chemotherapy, asthma, sleep disorders and post-traumatic stress disorder [ link ]. CBD is measured in grams. Your local dispensary should carry varieties containing different amounts of CBD .. 0.35 grams being considered ‘good’.

what’s your message ?

This is the back of my Ford F-150 pickup…

and this is my message to the world…

What’s your message?

roof of the world

the art of peace

The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.

“The Way of the Warrior has been misunderstood. It is not a means to kill and destroy others. Those who seek to compete and better one another are making a terrible mistake. To smash, injure, or destroy is the worst thing a human being can do. The real Way of a Warrior is to prevent such slaughter – it is the Art of Peace, the power of love.” Morihei Ueshiba.

Trayvon Martin


On his way from a convenience store with an ice tea and a bag of skittles, Trayvon Martin was headed to his fathers girlfriends apartment when George Zimmerman followed and questioned Trayvon, what happened next was an example of suspicion, fear and racism followed by the killing of Trayvon Martin, a 17 year old kid. (read more)

“ONE ART”

god and evil-lution

Okay,

you’ve all been wondering…

so here’s the answer…

…God created evolution…

everybody happy now?

Tears In Rain

“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.

Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.

I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhauser Gate.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Time to die.”

Dawn

Your face

In the morning

Lined by nothing but the sun
and that stubble that says “I worked for this
this life I have for you.”
Your eyes
Glinting like a river in the fall
Golden and deep
Promising a rich tomorrow
full of giggles and magical fingertips
Your heartbeat
Beneath chest plated with iron and love
Makes mine swell
And my eyes
Become an ocean
and the moon
is our purpose.


The Nightmare

The Nightmare

John Henry Fuseli 1781

“Fur”

Photograph of Diane Arbus by Allan Arbus
(a film test), c. 1949

Diane Arbus (March 14, 1923 – July 26, 1971) was an American photographer and writer noted for black-and-white square photographs of “deviant and marginal people (dwarfs, giants, transvestites, nudists, circus performers) or else of people whose normality seems ugly or surreal.” A friend said that Arbus said that she was “afraid… that she would be known simply as the photographer of freaks”; however, that term has been used repeatedly to describe her.

In 1972, a year after she committed suicide, Arbus became the first American photographer to have photographs displayed at the Venice Biennale. Millions of people viewed traveling exhibitions of her work in 1972-1979. In 2003-2006, Arbus and her work were the subjects of a another major traveling exhibition, Diane Arbus Revelations. In 2006, the motion picture Fur, starring Nicole Kidman as Arbus, presented a fictional version of her life story.

Although some of Arbus’s photographs have sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars at auction, Arbus’s work has provoked controversy; for example, Norman Mailer was quoted in 1971 as saying “Giving a camera to Diane Arbus is like putting a live grenade in the hands of a child.”

Arbus experienced “depressive episodes” during her life similar to those experienced by her mother, and the episodes may have been worsened by symptoms of hepatitis. Arbus wrote in 1968 “I go up and down a lot,” and her ex-husband noted that she had “violent changes of mood.” On July 26, 1971, while living at Westbeth Artists Community in New York City, Arbus took her own life by ingesting barbiturates and slashing her wrists with a razor. Marvin Israel found her body in the bathtub two days later; she was 48 years old.
(read more) (photographs) (movie trailer)

second class citizen

“The Female Eunuch”

Germaine Greer argues that scaring women is

“big business and hugely profitable.”

It is fear, she wrote, that “makes women comply

with schemes and policies that work against their interest”.

Sexism is indeed creating a second class citizen,

and fear works equally well on men,

don’t be a slave to either.

(art by John Holmes)

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Stanley Kubrick


Stanley Kubrick (July 26, 1928 – March 7, 1999) was an American film director, writer, producer, and photographer who lived in England during most of the last four decades of his career. Kubrick was noted for the scrupulous care with which he chose his subjects, his slow method of working, the variety of genres he worked in, his technical perfectionism, and his reclusiveness about his films and personal life. He maintained almost complete artistic control, making movies according to his own whims and time constraints, but with the rare advantage of big-studio financial support for all his endeavors.

Kubrick’s films are characterized by a formal visual style and meticulous attention to detail—his later films often have elements of surrealism and expressionism that eschews structured linear narrative. His films are repeatedly described as slow and methodical, and are often perceived as a reflection of his obsessive and perfectionist nature. A recurring theme in his films is man’s inhumanity to man. While often viewed as expressing an ironic pessimism, a few critics feel his films contain a cautious optimism when viewed more carefully.

The film that first brought him attention to many critics was Paths of Glory, the first of three films of his about the dehumanizing effects of war. Many of his films at first got a lukewarm reception, only to be years later acclaimed as masterpieces that had a seminal influence on many later generations of film-makers. Considered especially groundbreaking was 2001: A Space Odyssey noted for being both one of the most scientifically realistic and visually innovative science-fiction films ever made while maintaining an enigmatic non-linear storyline. He voluntarily withdrew his film A Clockwork Orange from England, after it was accused of inspiring copycat crimes which in turn resulted in threats against Kubrick’s family. His films were largely successful at the box-office, although Barry Lyndon performed poorly in the United States. Living authors Anthony Burgess and Stephen King were both unhappy with Kubrick’s adaptations of their novels A Clockwork Orange and The Shining respectively, and both authors were engaged with subsequent adaptations. All of Kubrick’s films from the mid-1950s to his death except for The Shining were nominated for Oscars, Golden Globes, or BAFTAs. Although he was nominated for an Academy Award as a screenwriter and director on several occasions, his only personal win was for the special effects in 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Even though all of his films, apart from the first two, were adapted from novels or short stories, his works have been described by Jason Ankeny and others as “original and visionary”. Although some critics, notably Andrew Sarris and Pauline Kael, frequently disparaged Kubrick’s work, Ankeny describes Kubrick as one of the most “universally acclaimed and influential directors of the postwar era” with a “standing unique among the filmmakers of his day.”

A Clockwork Orange

Three Lessons of Fukushima, One Year Later


As we approach on March 11 the one-year anniversary of the Fukushima nuclear disaster, it’s a good time to take heed of the lessons from that tragic event.

Lesson one: Governments lie.


Three Lessons of Fukushima, One Year Later | The Progressive


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