Archive | January 2011

My claim of Sovereignty and the sovereignty of my son

A claim to my body and my life and the body and life of my son.

 

January 29th, 2011

 

Hear Ye, Hear Ye, all public and private entities and people.  I, Damon Brink, being of human mind and body hereby declare, warn and accept that my life and body belong to no other man or entity, only to me.  My life and body belong to me.

 

I hereby declare, warn and accept that the body and life of my son, until he reaches an age of willing consent and consents, belongs only to me and my wife.  Until the time of consent and on behalf of my son as a sovereign and exalted human body and life, I reject any and all claims on his life or his body.

 

Suicide

I was sick in my normal way

passing the time

passing the day

meandering and calling it creativity

as if a mountain stream could be

creative

as if an avalanche could be

creative

and my monster was behind the fence

slashing and gnashing his teeth

claws ripping at the wood, rabid

splinters of bone and wood and blood

and the foam from my monsters

ferocity

flew flavors of violence and silence

was murdered after it’s start

my heart thick in my chest

pit dark and damp

meandering is slandering and pandering

with hopes to bring the prize

the cries of sacred lies

look to share the rooms of familiar eyes

and I would call it suicide

now.  And then too, only I didn’t know it

 

Krugmans Incoherent Moral Stance

Krugmans Incoherent Moral Stance.

Boy oh boy…there’s a lot of people reading and believing in Krugman…

The Answer

What about the way we live.

 

Who’s to blame for the shooting?

 

What has facilitated the need for such drastic differences of opinion?

 

What if both sides are right and that’s the point?

 

In movies, in video games, in cartoons, in children’s books, on billboards, in magazines, in music, in stores, on products…every where you look today there is death, murder, celebration of violence, objectification of violence, objectification of the worst in humans.  Everywhere you look.  Everywhere you turn.  And yet so many people are blaming each other, blaming this side or that side for saying this or writing that.  As if those people are so important.

 

And is that the point.  Isn’t that the point with politics.  That one side is very very important.  That the people involved in politicking are somehow more important than everyone, anyone else.  That the world could not continue, that humans would simply burst, spontaneously and screaming into flames before quickly turning to ash and blowing away in the wind.  And can you guess what a bunch of people who think they are the most important people in the world spawn?  They spawn other people who comment on them who think that by commenting on the people who think they are the most important people in the world they, themselves become the most important people in the world.

 

And here we are, on January 12, 2011 and everyone is talking about Jared Loughner as though he is some kind of anomaly.  And the really really important people are doing what they do, trying to be the most important.  And we live in a world where children play murder every day, their eyes, their brains blind to anything else.  And we isolate and objectify the killing of the senator and the 9 year old and we so much want to solve it, please, we say, please we must know why, why, why, why and in that dreadful search for the answer we continue to lay the foundation for all our problems.  My god.  Does anyone see?  I mean I know that some people see, some people see for sure, but what about the rest of you.  Do you see yet?  Can you see what is really happening to our human race?  Are you courageous enough to be honest with yourself?

 

My god.  Jared Loughner is the reason for all the death and destruction and confusion in the world.  And the important people continue to bray.  There are others though, I am one, are you?  Have you found the answer your looking for.

My response

I don’t care

to share

my life with them

 

I don’t care for

their despair

I don’t care

to share

my life with them

 

I don’t care

 

They do not live

as I live

they do not

show me

what I don’t

already know

they do not

live the way

I live

I don’t care

which way they go

 

I do not care

to share my

life with them

 

I don’t care

to share

my care

 

they do not live

the way I want

to live

they do not

care to

find it so

 

I do not care

to share

their despair

nor find

myself

in their crosshair

although

I may not have

the choice I choose

the choice I choose

will be my muse

and will celebrate

my different shoes

to walk a different

path then they

I don’t care

to enter their

foray.

 

I don’t care

to share

my life

with them

 

I don’t care

just what

they do

 

I don’t care

to open my eyes

to them

 

I don’t care

just what

they do

 

I care

for my life

and for those

like me

who believe

that humans

majestically

are gods

and creators

all the same

until they

choose a

life of shame

and even then

there’s always

choice

to bring you

back to love

rejoice

 

but them, they, those

that fight and yell

and propagate

authority

for the sake of fear

to dominate

are ones

that I have left behind

my life is not

worth their kind

and even though

we live together

meaning

on this planet

earth

I will stoop to them

no more, my son

for they know

not

what

they’re worth

 

I don’t care

to share

my life

with them

 

I don’t care

just what

they do

 

I don’t care

to share

my life

with them

 

They are

destruction

through

and

through

Thank You Henry David Thoreau…

I love this quote  by HDT and was inspired to write today after reading it again.

“…and instead of studying how to make it worth men’s while to buy my baskets, I studied rather how to avoid the necessity of selling them.”

from the chapter “Economy” in Walden, H.D. Thoreau

And so this is my wish, pipe dream though it may be.  I have a child now and naturally am becoming more of a child myself; recognizing what is never lost but only covered by convention and fear.   And so I wonder, as I sit and type my music on this glorious, blue-cold winter day, watching my son explore, I wonder what he can expect from society and I think to myself…nothing…if I do my job right as a father, as a parent, he will expect nothing.

I think I am done with wondering why people do a certain thing, why life and times are the way the are.   I think yelling and anger about perceived (or real) ills is the best solution for not changing them.   I think I’ve probably spent too much time in the comfort of my anger and indignation and been rewarded with the consequences of that comfort – more of the same.

I have awoken into a world that has forgotten what it is to live.   Into a world where magnificence is just a word, a world where technology is held up above the human spirit, a world where paying for life is now the norm.  I can leave the questions for my son, the “why’s” the “how did you allow this”; I don’t deserve them.   The world is the way it is today because we’ve all decided that this is what we want.   It is not complicated.  I think about what I can do, what action I can take to help align the world to my values and then, thankfully, I catch myself, chuckle and grin at my beautiful ego and all it thinks possible.   Align the world to myself, HA!   As if there is an alignment possible that will somehow relieve me of my own responsibility in living.   Of my responsibility to the recognition of my values and my value.   Of the responsibility to uphold my values no matter what the world looks like.   How many of us have used the excuse of the world to justify our actions, to allow compromise in ourselves…it’s no wonder we live in the world we do today.  And yet there is the most tremendous beauty.  Still.  Always.  In everything, everywhere.

I think where we have forgotten ourselves is in our compromise and there is no despair necessary to correct this.   I have no doubt (and little consolation) that we small and infinite people have been like the frog in the pot.   There has been someone at the stove controlling the temperature, turning it up, slowly, it’s been hard to notice, especially for those multitudes who have been taught from such a young age to take authority as truth.   After all what foundation is there to be discovered if one doesn’t know to check underneath the foundation.

And so I look into my young son’s eyes and there is only the staggering joy of life staring back at me and I am either open or closed to it.   I choose to be open and in that openness to the joy of life I see many things, many things; some painful, some pleasurable and all, all joyful.  There is one thing I don’t see however.   I don’t see authority for authorities sake, I don’t see control for powers sake and I don’t see selling for money’s sake. And with this my friends I wish for you peace and good fortune but I know that you…we…will all get what we want regardless of my wishes.

Let’s see where it all goes.

Hello Vermont

Hello Vermont

Hello country roads

Hello community greens

Hello small schools woven like blood vessels

our hearts

Hello farms, courageous innovators

Hello mountains and rivers and sugarbush

Hello townspeople under one roof

trying to make sense of the non-sense

 

Hello Vermont

what choices

will you make today

Hello Vermont

is there only one path

only one path

 

Hello Vermont

I am a child

and I am not afraid

do not cover me

with your fear

do not cover me

I do not live well

when covered

I must be able

to move, freely

I must be able to

exclaim loudly

and walk anywhere

on the earth

and show my children

what it means to live

 

Hello Vermont

will we be as wild as you

will we step off the path

and lose ourselves in your woods

in your mountains

in your spirit

will we step off the path

and realize we are ok

and then realize we have

much work to do

and many children to love

will we step off the path

and lose ourselves

and be on our way

finally

finally

finally

to being found.

 

My god!  My God!

will we step off the path!

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