From the mountain top, for now at least
Tectonic Upheaval.
Nothing will be the same. The changes will be more profound than the minor changes in the River of Heraclitus, changing with current and flow constantly--until it's dry. NO thing unchanged. A few richer. Many poorer or dead. Customs broken. Inner workings of institutions made visible like the fallen walls of a London apartment block during the Blitz.
See it all at once. And see really nothing. Look. What are you willing to see? What do you choose to see? What do you allow yourself to see? And to consider? Willful blindness. Preconscious blindness: gaze aversion by choice or by reflex.
We are here. Witnessing the distortion of land so twisted by evil deeds and ignorant harms, do we realize how much things will never revert to the good old days. The good old days are gone for good, gone for bad, gone for ever.
Yes, the mighty are thrown down, while others, standing near them on the higher plane get lifted further. And those who are down mostly get buried in the debris. But some rebound and survive. A few of the lowly then claw their way to a mountain peak not previously existing. The new elite in the making.
It is one thing to climb a mountain purposefully. Quite another experience is the involuntary upward thrusting enforced by crustal rupture, rising and falling. Credit to those who climb. Credit to those who survive. Condolence to those not so fortunate. Life is a lottery. Your number...my number...?
When does the lottery ball go into the chute? But I'm a good little ball, spare me please. Let me roll and tumble more. My time's not up yet. Let me stay at the party longer. Words such as those can only be said by the fortunate, not buried in the rubble. Let me play longer. I got food. I got water. I got desire.
Let me stand. Let me climb.
Look around. Dust, flame, smoke. The view is unclear. Into the grip of Draco or the light of Pericles. Where are we going? The train is off the rails, the twisted, disrupted rails, running so crookedly for so long, bent by the inevitable slow tectonic precursors of this upheaval. At last velocity conquered balance and the motive power is lost, thrown on its side.
Fire bursting from ruptured earthen seams, illuminates the state of things. The light won't last long. We must use the light, while it persists to guide ourselves. Which way to go?
Down the slope of the upthrusted plate? Up the slope to explore further? Or stay at a new plateau, trying to restore what was solid and real only a few weeks ago.
I say climb higher. Appreciate the better view. Mountain tops erode, but stay tall longer than anything else--till the next upheaval. Climb higher. New view. New ideas. Utilize the new view. Learn to know it. Climb higher.
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Heaven so close
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Beautifully written ~
welcome to the shift.
"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11
I have been to the mountain...
In fact I live on it...Lookout Mountain.
I don't know that my view is clearer, but it sure seems I was correct in preparing for collapse. Garden, developing food forest, re-vamped well, and metals instead of stock. Like Dr John Campbell always says, "be proactive not reactive". Better to "do" than be "done unto". My line is, "put your headlights on high beam and look out there as far as you can to plan your path". Of course when things are this foggy only big things are visible....even from the mountain top.
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Whole speech here.
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
Del Lords!
Thanks, AE -
Can't believe I never heard of these guys.
Johnny Horton and Nelson Eddy meet The Clash?
Not that I'm not hopeful about those better days ahead - but we're
due for a few rough ones between here and there I'm thinking...
See you on the climb.
Great song, BR
i love your inspirational prose. gator.
but i'm not feelin' this:
nor this:
when were the good old days? and who were they good for? white folks who had 'chicken in every pot'? and minorities had stone soup?
you seem to be counting on a new great leap forward; maybe there will be, but i admit i'm feeling quite cynical. billy wrote this eleven years ago.
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i used to blast this one before mr. wd and i went down to town to Occupy Mancos at the 4-corner stop on saturday mornings. last time i had any hope that the People might rule one day.
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we'll break our asses in the sharing economy coming during the forecast second great depression (if nuclear war doesn't break out first). the penatgon has already sent troops to NORAD under cheyenne mountain.
sure, it's all about the pandemic.
i'd say i'm sorry to harsh your mellows, but it wouldn't be quite true. i've been to that mountaintop before... two nights ago i dreamt that julian assange died in belmarsh gitmo, and the announcement came to us as darkly as you might imagine it would.
but i'm glad some of you're feeling like a Lions Rising from their Slumbers...
Moses, come off the mountain. It's hopeless
Give up now and you might as well crawl into the pine box. Fuck that. I'm going out standing if I have the chance.
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What's it to be: on your feet or on your knees?
Or, you could just forget all that bunk
...and come to Paris and Greece with the rest of the Bohemians. Life is too short to waste it on the debris of derailed evolution.
IMAGINE if you woke up the day after a US Presidential Election and headlines around the the world blared, "The Majority of Americans Refused to Vote in US Presidential Election! What Does this Mean?"
Dear Pluto, I would love to go to those places
depends entirely on
what you mean by 'on my feet or on my knees', of course. if by on my feet you mean: by any means necessary' as we've discussed earlier, then 'on my knees as a keyboard warrior'. but then i'm already on my knees metaphorically, needing two crutches outdoors. so there's that a well.
i'm pretty much ready to die, but the only way i'd harm another is in defense: then, with my hands...easily, which i've stupidly done many times, but not to the death, of course.
but please, please do tell me 'which good old days' you've alluded to.
dunno whether or not to bring this from glen ford (balack agenda report) i'd taken to my current post on the new $483 corona virus package. but:
Diseased System in Shut-Lockdown: Never a Better Time to Fight for Socialism, april 23, 2020
the graphic at the top:
which signifies to me his earlier #DemExit/#EnterGreen. but what he means by 'a revolution is anyone's guess.
anyway, RL chores are callin' my name.
signed,
#OnMyKneesKeyboardWarrior
Yes, of course, I'd forgotten the customary admonitions
Thus, the avalanche of pertinent factoids with which you showered me, may lead me to more revision of the original question: on your feet or on your knees? Please send x-rays and physiotherapy evaluations to me so that I properly make any suggestions regarding orthopedic disabilities which may be present.
Thank you for your kind attention to this admonition.
Verbiage crafted by Alphonse Alligator, attorney-in-fact to Alligator University
if that rubbish is the
total of what you got from my lengthy comment and Qs, i kindly suggest that you can kiss my grits.
You should see me pucker!
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pffffft.
in addition, you had to mock & embarrass me for my disability publicly. phooey on that shit, doctor gator.
here ya go. from eleanor goldfield
who used to claim she was the Voice of Occupy:
‘Mutual aid: “When the system fails, the people show up”, April 22, 2020, roar magazine