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Unless The Human Spirit Wakes

Unless Our  Human Spirit  Wakes Us  We Will Drown
On The Intersection Of Individual Experience & The Modern Predicament.

by a female faust*

We all of us together living dream alone,¹
& when all is (almost) said, & some of it is done
stand, if we are lucky, on the shoulders of those peers
made expert by experiment, if not enough by years.


It's like that story with the garden, you know, the chick, the snake:
They struggle to sedate us;
We struggle to awake.  


This 'They' is a neither unified nor organized assault,
is powerful, relentless, one-pointed to a fault.
Despite its seeming gentleness, we find tsunami² threatening:
So should we recognize the enemies
of dreamer, set, & setting.³..

 
...even if within our Selves.  Especially. Could be that part deciding!⁴
(What?) (When?)(What if?) the question overpowers, our innocence confiding
as bright of eye & pointy tailed as government recruits
set up to be knocked down
by once trusted men in suits.  


Where -- this metaphor... does not 'do justice,' is also where -- the Law...
ius, iura ⁵may be both, my Friend,
but in the end, l'Etat c'est Moi.⁶  


So... 'let us go then, you & I,'⁷ indeed, this time to make a vow
as holy & as sacred as any we know how
as serious as if our hearts hung in some balance otherwise⁸
to do a little more each day to extirpate their lies.  


If all of us (imagine!) at once withheld informed consent
TPTB⁹ would find their hands were forced --
most fully --
to relent --  


...& ...not in empty word alone! ...although... so difficult a vision
hinges more upon our accuracy than it does upon precision:
for it must vanquish at long last the forces of stagnation,
of corporate indifference, of fascist machination,¹⁰  


that in this foreboding pre-apocalypse seems to me sine qua non¹¹
of all the creeping evil that we, together, face
& all of us, right here, right now, must choose to carry on:
Must create anew this broken World
Must save the Human Race.  


notes
*dedicated to Dr. James Fadiman of Sofia University.

Joseph Conrad, "Heart of Darkness," (cinematized as "Apocalypse Now"), Marlow(!) "expresses this feeling en route to Kurtz," "We live as we dream, alone." Has haunted this faust. Read about it here; also worth grokking the interpretations of Gang of Four, here, and of Mr. Michael Stipe, in his introduction to this song.

See note 4.

see amazing footage from 3/11, Japan. It is cued for the moment the memory of which directly inspired this line -- but so fascinating, it is worth rewinding to see the whole thing. (... uh, rewinding?!)

As per Altered States' "...And I'm going to find the fucker", also Leary, and thus the Illuminatus! trilogy; Sufism....

Means both "justice" and "law" -- see here.

"The State, it is I." Attributed to Louis XIV of France; read more here.

first line of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. Read it here.

see the Myth of Anubis, your Lawyer in the After-world, here.

"The Powers That Be" chat

line originally was "of corporate indifference, of negligence, of prejudice, of pride, of self serving short-sighted negligence, of force, of fraud, of will-full misuse, of hypocrisy, of abuse, of lies, of fascist machination......"

"without the which, nothing" [Latin]

Be seeing you.

To My Fairy Godmother On Mother's Day

The file linked beneath the graphic below is only for her:
if you want to download this you will have to right-click it like everyone else.

*

PDF, encrypted, for my Godmother. Hopefully you can open it easily.

Unless Our Human Spirit Wakes Us We Will Drown

­On The Colorful Intersection

Of  The Entheogenic Experience

& Our Modern Predicament.

Dedicated to Dr. James Fadiman of Sofia University.

We all of us together living dream alone,

& when all is (almost) said, & some of it is done

stand, if we are lucky, on the shoulders of those peers

made expert by experiment, if not enough by years.

It's like that story with the garden, you know, the chick, the snake:

They struggle to sedate us;

We struggle to awake.

This 'They' is a neither unified nor organized assault,

is powerful, relentless, one-pointed to a fault.

Despite its seeming gentleness, we find tsunami threatening:

So should we recognize the enemies

of tripper, set, & setting...

...even if within our Selves.  Especially. Could be that part deciding.

(what then)(what if) we really want to understand, our innocence confiding

as bright of eye & pointy tailed as government recruits

set up to be knocked down

by once trusted men in suits.

Where this metaphor does not do justice is also where the Law:

ius, iura may be both, my Friend,

but in the end, l'Etat cest Moi.

So let us go then you & I, & together make a vow

as holy & as sacred as any we know how

as serious as if our hearts hung in the balance otherwise

to do a little more each day to extirpate their lies.

If all of us (imagine!) at once withheld informed consent

TPTB would find their hands were forced --

most fully --

to relent --

...& ...not in empty word alone! Ha! so difficult a vision

is mercifully founded on our accuracy, not our precision,

for it would vanquish at long last the forces of stagnation

of corporate greed & fascism, of evil machination,

that in this postmodern pre apocalypse seems to me sine qua non

of all the creeping greedy evil that we, together face

& all of us, right here, right now, must choose to carry on

Must create anew this broken World

Must save the Human Race.

A Second Verse For EFF's Delightfully Archaic 404

Did I say archaic?  Perhaps I meant 'welcome,' 'familiar,' or, in my own way, 'proper,' since it reminds me of my own Time, from which I am transplanted.  Movable type was indeed a modern invention -- but it was physical, bits of metal, ink stains, thick paper.  Not rules for a machine that thought in  light. But I am happy here, and, before I dream aloud of befriending such a machine, or worry that they are being taught evil or (which is the same) untruth, I will on to the matter at hand, to wit:

This is the 404 File Not Found page over at the Electronic Frontier Foundation.  If you are not familiar with them, you ought to be, because they are even as you read this defending the Internet, the miracle of this our age.  Like those Oakland Occupiers who, after seeing people hospitalized because they dared to protest, fearlessly covered our asses with peace sign shields from the very real threats of the Oakland Police, EFF works tirelessly to protect your ass and mine from the mission creeps seriously undermining, defaming, mocking, and threatening to do away with the Freedom of our Electronic Speech.

While you are there, if you file is for some reason not found, this is what you'll see:

So, silliness of silliness, I decided to write a second verse.  I hope they see it, and it pleases them.  I know there are more important things to do, but -- not ultimately as important as the creative Will, which must play. So, without further (too late to be "without too much") ado:

Be seeing you.

To the gentleman to whom I gave half a poem

If, at objective observation, you are possessed of skills most rare
than that of which I'd hoped this presently to present,
this verse will be redundant.  Were you to be, improbably,  so Fair,
as, of such,  you seem, both capable and fond,
I for one would scarce believe it.  Having  overheard you well desir'd,
and with little else to do -- still, honestly, believe? 
That is, until --  that is, unless -- that is -- --- unsure. I look away,
reassess and put in context perspectives, yours and mine,
and the whispered opinions, giggling, solidify,
mature, then fade, in mere eyeglances of time
condemned at last, considered void, already moot,
"Not Because," -- it must be said -- "Not Because ..." of the unsaid
(but simply because everyone would have assumed you knew that you were cute).

Fukushima Pointing Man (draft for video mosaic)

Foxes... in Berkeley?

...well...
...she counted at least two...

...so that makes at least three...
 

Be seeing you.

CORY DOCTOROW: HERO PHILOSOPHER

...for all he has done to warn us:
Cory Doctorow rocks the free world (and parts of the civilized).

this meditated upon, this produced:

Hopefully Not Cassandra, or, portrait of, and ode to, the hero-philosopher, Cory Doctorow
(file is huge: right-click, view image, click again to enlarge)

the fifth power of the sphinx

 or, that creature has feathers, yet flies not away

by a female faust

written c. 1996 

.'.Joy.'.

...see a life left a chance yet a present perfect as surrender to new

.'.Love.'.

always already the only foundation upon which will the Great

.'.Work.'.

be as good & as easy as is energie infinite & as beauty is True

.'.Will.'.

birthright Divine of innocence Human: even in sorrow, to know we can see...