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Idiocracy is real and it’s going to kill me. #projectradiosilence

March 15, 2011 10 comments

I’ve been tempted. I’ve resisted the urge to just open the social networks and check in.
A small victory.
I imagine all the posts about being stuck in traffic or a grocery line and all the holier than thous professing just how much better they are than you. I imagine the wisecracks at Japan and about how they should of not built near water. I imagine there are a few true posters lamenting about being away from home or missing their families or being proud of their new puppy or their baby. I imagine my own same mundane smart assery, then I quit imagining. I come to my senses and turn away from the beast and let it continue to eat the masses. I’m not wanting to be digested so easily anymore. It seems the beast we’ve made thrives on poisonous things.

I just keep my mouth shut.

I’m burning down to ash and plan to smolder. When the fire comes back it will be anew. So far so good, one less tiny screen commanding me to jump into the fray.

I think we as a people have been dumbed down and numbed down. We think there’s an app for that, an app for everything. Somebody or something else will do it for me. Try this at the next big box store, pay in cash and watch the cashier struggle to count back change. Go through a drive through and order off the grid, take a number 1 and make it a number 2, a cheeseburger with no cheese, if you dare. Watch for the smoke from the attendant window as their gears grind to a nub. Too much stuff doing the thinking for us. All you have to do is look good and stay tuned in.

I’ve thought in the past and agreed with the premise that the new privacy is that you have none, under that model you need a light on the grid in order to stay off the grid. When that light goes out you stick out like an un-hammered nail. We know what happens to those. That said, seeing as how you “need” a light on, it’s wise to make yours burn in a different way. In the land of the blind as it were. In the land of the blind my neighbors won’t wave at me but will comment on a link I post. In the land of the blind your public facing side gets more cred than your soul. In the land of the blind you owe a like minded response or risk being judged accordingly. In the land of the blind your contribution to the link economy is worth more than a physical helping hand outstretched.

A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut

A cracking portrait
The fondling of trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But I’ll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn’t bother me
But it does

The small victories
The cankers and medallions
<<>>
They keep me thinking
That someday
I might beat you
But I’ll just keep my mouth shut

It shouldn’t bother me
But it does

IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM
RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WONT HEAR
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear

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Searching for the 100th Monkey

December 2, 2010 Leave a comment

 

I’ve had several battles to rid my life of monsters that I deem unworthy or monsters who were phantom masters pulling my strings. For a long time I bought into things, bought the right things, and followed right along getting in line like a good sheep. Lined up and freely offered veins for the vampires. The monsters kept me in the fence even though my mind was a rebel. This was done in trade for some sense of security. Some sense of you scratch my back I’ll scratch yours. A lot of times your back doesn’t get scratched. On those days you look for a gap in the fence, as the grass is greener. When you do crossover the fence under a flag of peace or surrender you come to see the same monster with a line of the willing, waiting. Go ahead, get in line. Top down control is working great so far. Right?

Call me a paranoid, call me a rebel, call me whatever. I recently caught a documentary about a guy named Michael Ruppert. In it he talks about the topic of peak oil. He talks about the link of that oil to nearly facet of everything we do today. He then goes into what happens after the peak. There’s a lot of charts and talk on prices but the root is that the current system is not sustainable. It will fail simply due to the fact that the fuel is finite. I’m no math wiz but I can see when it costs more to get your energy you have a problem. All that aside he made some great points on when it happens, what needs to happen to make sure “we” are ok. He put great emphasis on community on local resources. This is lacking in our globalized economy. His example was Cuba. Yes, Communist. Yes, poor. Starving, no. They don’t have big agri, they are encouraged to grow food on the rooftops. The globalized tiers ensure the top a stream of resources, remember those vampires? His other observation was that of the Titanic. On the sinking ship are 3 types of people. The panic freaks who are useless in a crisis, the ones who will build a lifeboat if you show them how, and the ones who go sit in the bar because it’s the fucking Titanic and it was unsinkable. Which group are you in? Seek out the lifeboat builders in your life.

Finally we get to the monkeys. He told a tale of some nuked islands back in the day. Scientists wanted to repopulate the wildlife and do their studies. They chose monkeys for this. In the back of my mind I suspect these monkeys are lab rats but I digress. Due to the radiation the scientists thought it would be helpful to teach the monkeys how to wash the food they found. They taught 2, those 2 taught a few more and so on. Time passes and groups of monkeys wash their food and some don’t. More time passes, the old teach the young. Once that knowledge which was saving their lives reached the 100th Monkey, the entire group washed their food together and this was now instinct among all monkeys. Surround yourself with lifeboat builders.

Into its maw, our tithe.

May 31, 2010 Leave a comment

All our shadows were razor thin when it was set a fire. Bipedal sundials gathered at an altar. We huddled in its light and secretly wanted shade, despite that scarcity, we communed, while it fumed. It hissed its satisfaction and bellowed wispy plumes.

We offered flesh, hard fought and meager. Into its maw, our tithe. That debt paid, its light grew chaotic and made smoke to rise. Our offering was suffocated in flame. On the upward flying column, white tinted gray, scents pricked our noses as notes hit our ears. Like the hunter glassing a kill our gaze and postures aimed by instinct.

Pulled in magnetically, our emptiness needed destruction. The line fell into a circle, maybe more of a knot, tightening around the prize. The altar, finished with its sermon of fire and smoke, gave the remains to its followers. Our knot closed. Our commune, in unison, appeased our emptiness.

In closing of a day.

May 22, 2010 Leave a comment

The brightness of the sun fades behind the horizon. No movement in the air, it’s very still and humid.

I feel small taking note of the planetary motion.

The setting sun narrated by the distant hum of far away cars and birds. It’s better than TV.

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For Five Days I Didn’t Invite the Vampire In.

May 13, 2010 2 comments

I drove to work in silence. Just the noise of my tires on the pavement and my thoughts. I take the long way too. On my commute I can hide from the hunters.

The first couple of days I kept checking the readouts like they were broken. I even reached for the knobs and quickly put myself in check. The reminder of the onslaught from the time I wake to the time I go to sleep, is enough.

The constant high volume and all the spots in between that try to rip a slice off me. I’m kind of done giving myself over, the greatest power I gave the vampire was the invite in.

A few more days in and the sight and sound of them causes an aversion much like oil and water. My need has lessened but not their hunger. Water to a fire.

My weapons to offer the beast

May 5, 2010 4 comments

I peered out the window to see the monolithic beast spreading across the world. Barefoot, I walked to it, across the field, in ankle deep mud. I reached out to connect, for a second like the apes in 2001, I expected some enlightenment. Instead, splinters and bruised hands.

Taking up arms, in an effort to aid encroachment. I began to get in step with the task. My weapons to offer the beast, simple sweat and hammer and nails. Slowly the rhythm takes form, at first off tempo, just to get the aim true. The targets, like flies on carrion, so many. Tiny metal daggers begging to be driven home into the heart of the beast. Each hammer swing completes their journey and starts mine.

Each hammer swing sends echoes across the field, like the far away crack of gunfire. Five or six in quick succession, then the silence. Only long enough to pick another and do it again. Each repeated session adds another piece of armor, another division, another wave of echoes.

The form has become logical and dual in purpose. To keep in or to keep out. A conscious decision to separate and contain. A method to conceal and allow freedom. A boundary to border our imagination. A backyard privacy fence.

The process, somehow therapeutic. Despite the growing tension of my muscles, the tension of my mind is decreased, dissolved with each swing. With each swing and the insured impact that follows, a bit of fog clears in my head. A bit of angst tempered down to cool blue from a hazardous red.  A bit of bullshit goes null.

The sun sets and I carry the new empty spaces in my head to bed.

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Zoo Humans, Nice.

April 22, 2010 1 comment
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