Friday, January 01, 2010

Resolve



May we speak to share, not contest.

Poetical tourism must end. It's not enough to appreciate the radiance
of others and warm ourselves in the light. We must become isotopic
and warm others with our radiance.


Lists are the bane of thinking. A milleniaristic housekeeping clutching
to the things we find dear. Loss does hang above our heads. The mania
of making lists will not bring order or halt to everything passing.

Besides, the Decade doesn't end 'til 2011.

The social realm has been supplanted by the Market/Political world. Most
people no longer engage others as humans, only as categories, based on
their consumption and political assignations. Consumption and political
assignations are so deeply intertwined it's hard to see where one ends and
the other begins. Political Partisanry is merely another Market Choice.
Personality has fallen so low as to become an ardent evocation of brand loyalty.

Generally a gulf of talking points and well placed products stand between people
attempting to have a meaningful conversation.

From now on let's discuss what people purchase as liturgical expressions
of their faith in Secular Religion----Money machine(party) politics.

There is no disgust or contempt in this--- only realism, not elitism.
No apologias or critique, just exposition.

Let's not be fools. Maybe we'll be more polite?

Cakes will be no less sweet and songs will still delight.







3 comments:

Beysshoes said...

You realize pipples will endlessly defer you and your rants to this reflective piece don't you? A good write. xox

Anonymous said...

Why would you say the decade doesn't end until 2011.. once you get to 11 the eleventh year is over.

We mark what has passed, not what is coming.

1 is not the beginning, do we not always start with nothing?

Anonymous said...

Oh, and nice piece.. in theory anyway.

Very, shall we say.. diplomatic. But does that suit you? Few are heard, and even less listened to.

I may speak to share in what is contested. For there is much to rebuke and little worth of sharing.