Joni Mitchell
6-8-06 The Elegant Blonde With The Face & The Legs
So sad that this morning I woke up inside the very bowels of Hell surrounded by the screaming lies of all the pretenders out there "doing the work of the human race." Yes---doing the deadly work of destruction which they call satisfying & important & part of the machine of feel-good gossip that oils the engine of prevarication that is running the world. A broken world of pretenders & liars & braggarts out there. And it makes no difference what party they belong to or what church they attend or the name of their God. They are so full of deceit it has eaten into the fabric of their souls also. Hell is a constant tissue of lies & delusions masquerading as truth & normality so that the authentic woman and man feel constantly on the fringe. For there is no life-giving reality left in the social amalgam. The world of belles lettres is so full of corruption it is hard some days to raise the pen of candor and Imagination because the stock brokers & the whoring politicians are pushing all the buttons. And the people I once looked to for honesty & whom even today by reflex I still look to are so full of self-satisfaction and blind damning self-importance they are incapable of examining their own state of being. It is not even a vague possibility. They all live in the air-conditioned Utopia that is the great International University which affords succor to "artists" & "scholars." This is such a tightly packed can of worms that it cannot be unsealed to anybody's lasting use or strength. Note: The principle underlying & supporting all conspiracies is their absolute unprovability.
Thus these insane mornings lately of intolerable loneliness---even hateful loneliness. And yet I have no woman I can call to my bed and my table & sofa. The few women I now vaguely "know" i.e. occasionally converse with are almost like phantoms to me. So distant that I have no contact with them outside the cafe. And I mean we have no Liveliness---no stretch & flexibility in our exchanges. This is not blaming anybody. It is describing factual conditions. But surely this is part & parcel of the program that needs to be busted into pieces so that we can all begin with fresh hearts The Game Of Love. For let's face it-----it's all a game. That is no insult. Better than taking everything so damned seriously. I am tired of the dyed-in-cement school of locked-in-hell determinism that seems to hold so many women & men inside unpromising marriages. Whether these are contractual marriages or merely for-all-practical-purposes "marriages" (partners glued together by habit not genuine affection)--what difference does it make if you are not free? And here I sit reading another unnecessary book about Elvis Presley loaded with high-sounding feelings and lofty expressions but in actuality merely spewing some more words and not giving the reader any balm. I note this even in the best books I have perused in the last few years. When I'm finished and have let the matter rest for a month or three nothing in my life has changed even an iota. Another utopian who has access to a publisher has let fly one more Thought Experiment upon the world & occasionally people begin to opinions as they have concerning "The Da Vinci Code."
Is this piece of provocation by Dan Brown sanguine? It is the latest exemplum of the public rage and appetite for fast food literature. It is painless. True knowledge costs effort & pain to acquire. Is "Da Vinci Code" actually transforming men & women into new awakened persons? Au Contraire. The whole world of propaganda obviously has been injected with another booster shot of adulterated b.s. And who is the cynic in all this? Not I. It is those who continue to spew & receive this unending flow of bogus "art" & "science" under the guise of Wisdom Literature 24-7-365. We need a new and absolute Renaissance. That means an unending one. The only true enlightenment & nirvana is ongoing. This also means nobody can do anything for anybody else until there is a Waking Up of The Self. All the cheap sex in the world is dead time until that awakening occurs. All the self-satisfied paychecks and the gibberish art. If it strikes no fire in individual persons in some unequivocal manner---it is not merely superfluous. It is poison & debris & a glut on you & me and this sentient earth that is screaming to you & to me to quit this torture & murder & rape of itself, Earth. Joni Mitchell asks the question of us: what are we going to do about this continuous slaughter of innocents across America & Iraq & that has unhinged American politicians & superjocks & the rock & rollers & movie stars & the owners---in short, the maniacal millionaires & billionaires that are turning this whole process once intended to be life into a funeral ceremony at the same moment they utter more cute cliches about their next unnecessary (luxury item) movie or ballgame or rock concert or book or lecture or sermon or war.
RLG Copyright 2006
So sad that this morning I woke up inside the very bowels of Hell surrounded by the screaming lies of all the pretenders out there "doing the work of the human race." Yes---doing the deadly work of destruction which they call satisfying & important & part of the machine of feel-good gossip that oils the engine of prevarication that is running the world. A broken world of pretenders & liars & braggarts out there. And it makes no difference what party they belong to or what church they attend or the name of their God. They are so full of deceit it has eaten into the fabric of their souls also. Hell is a constant tissue of lies & delusions masquerading as truth & normality so that the authentic woman and man feel constantly on the fringe. For there is no life-giving reality left in the social amalgam. The world of belles lettres is so full of corruption it is hard some days to raise the pen of candor and Imagination because the stock brokers & the whoring politicians are pushing all the buttons. And the people I once looked to for honesty & whom even today by reflex I still look to are so full of self-satisfaction and blind damning self-importance they are incapable of examining their own state of being. It is not even a vague possibility. They all live in the air-conditioned Utopia that is the great International University which affords succor to "artists" & "scholars." This is such a tightly packed can of worms that it cannot be unsealed to anybody's lasting use or strength. Note: The principle underlying & supporting all conspiracies is their absolute unprovability.
Thus these insane mornings lately of intolerable loneliness---even hateful loneliness. And yet I have no woman I can call to my bed and my table & sofa. The few women I now vaguely "know" i.e. occasionally converse with are almost like phantoms to me. So distant that I have no contact with them outside the cafe. And I mean we have no Liveliness---no stretch & flexibility in our exchanges. This is not blaming anybody. It is describing factual conditions. But surely this is part & parcel of the program that needs to be busted into pieces so that we can all begin with fresh hearts The Game Of Love. For let's face it-----it's all a game. That is no insult. Better than taking everything so damned seriously. I am tired of the dyed-in-cement school of locked-in-hell determinism that seems to hold so many women & men inside unpromising marriages. Whether these are contractual marriages or merely for-all-practical-purposes "marriages" (partners glued together by habit not genuine affection)--what difference does it make if you are not free? And here I sit reading another unnecessary book about Elvis Presley loaded with high-sounding feelings and lofty expressions but in actuality merely spewing some more words and not giving the reader any balm. I note this even in the best books I have perused in the last few years. When I'm finished and have let the matter rest for a month or three nothing in my life has changed even an iota. Another utopian who has access to a publisher has let fly one more Thought Experiment upon the world & occasionally people begin to opinions as they have concerning "The Da Vinci Code."
Is this piece of provocation by Dan Brown sanguine? It is the latest exemplum of the public rage and appetite for fast food literature. It is painless. True knowledge costs effort & pain to acquire. Is "Da Vinci Code" actually transforming men & women into new awakened persons? Au Contraire. The whole world of propaganda obviously has been injected with another booster shot of adulterated b.s. And who is the cynic in all this? Not I. It is those who continue to spew & receive this unending flow of bogus "art" & "science" under the guise of Wisdom Literature 24-7-365. We need a new and absolute Renaissance. That means an unending one. The only true enlightenment & nirvana is ongoing. This also means nobody can do anything for anybody else until there is a Waking Up of The Self. All the cheap sex in the world is dead time until that awakening occurs. All the self-satisfied paychecks and the gibberish art. If it strikes no fire in individual persons in some unequivocal manner---it is not merely superfluous. It is poison & debris & a glut on you & me and this sentient earth that is screaming to you & to me to quit this torture & murder & rape of itself, Earth. Joni Mitchell asks the question of us: what are we going to do about this continuous slaughter of innocents across America & Iraq & that has unhinged American politicians & superjocks & the rock & rollers & movie stars & the owners---in short, the maniacal millionaires & billionaires that are turning this whole process once intended to be life into a funeral ceremony at the same moment they utter more cute cliches about their next unnecessary (luxury item) movie or ballgame or rock concert or book or lecture or sermon or war.
RLG Copyright 2006
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