Month: May 2016
This is a remarkable revelation! George Orwell’s “Animal Farm” — a gloriously graphic satire on the inevitable political hypocrisy which occurs in communist/socialist settings (or virtually any situation where “equality” is claimed) — was rejected by publishers many times. Such rejection is always a problem when sending a magic manuscript to dull publishers with an agenda. Orwell had a remarkable way of communicating complex ideas in a manner that anyone can understand. Hardly surprising then that this allegorically lucid novel was rejected by such an uptight, obscurantist poet as T.S. Eliot! 😀 (It is also always encouraging for struggling authors to know that even brilliant writers receive numerous rejection slips for great novels from publishers!).
Please never call me Grandpa!
I don’t deserve that ageist slur.
(Although I realise your wrath
may be incurred because of my
refusal to be placed inside that box).
Please never call me Grandpa!
That label you won’t pin on me;
We’re just conditioned socially to use
this word. It’s more a form of cosiness
to check you’ve lined up all the dots.
Astonishment and Illusion in the US Presidential Election Campaign
PROLOGUE: What Astonishes Most About the US Election?
What is the most astonishing thing about the US presidential election campaign? Is it the fact that one of the frontrunners is a proven criminal, having a long background with her husband in the Arkansas mob (some of us have known all this for more than 20 years!), up to her eyeballs in corruption and nefarious activities (and you can easily check all this out for yourself, if you dare to do so)? Is it the fact that so many women are pushing to have her installed as president just so that, for the first time, there will be a vagina in the White House (a so-called “victory for women”)? Is it the huge number of well-meaning but naïve people supporting an old-fashioned socialist apparatchik who claims to be a peacenik but whose voting record shows him to be mainly a conformist hawk [see http://www.counterpunch.org/2016/02/16/blood-traces-bernies-iraq-war-hypocrisy/ ] (as well as having one of the angriest mouths I have ever seen)? Is it the vitriolic and crude propaganda on all sides being passed so glibly around social media (even by supposedly tolerant and liberal people)? Is it the fact that this election campaign is more of a blatantly bizarre circus than ever before? No, it is none of those things — astonishing though they actually are in themselves. However, by far the most astonishing thing about the US presidential election campaign is that SO MANY otherwise intelligent and discerning people have been fooled into believing that presidents have any real power to change anything at all! It is THAT which astonishes me above all else.
My monk’s habit dropped down from
my dessicated, wizened old potential
corpse with some indecent haste.
No wonder! For no longer can I bear
to be a captive in this virgin territory,
lean and starving, hesitantly chaste,
wingless (in a tantric sense), my fecund
fluids being wasted as they languish
uselessly in glandular “disgrace”.
I’VE OFTEN WONDERED WHY so many people ask me how old I am, almost as soon as they meet me! It’s as if they’re just waiting for the moment when they can slip the question in without it looking like it’s unnatural or intrusive. The reason why I’m asking this is because knowing someone’s physical age transmits nothing of REAL importance to another person. I can honestly say that in my whole life I’ve never asked anyone what is their age. The reason for that is not to avoid being “rude” but because I’m COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED in how many years a certain human physical mass has been on this planet. 🙂 To me that is irrelevant information when I want to “read” someone. In fact, to know someone’s age removes a mystery which I find rather attractive. For me, NOT knowing someone’s age is infinitely more interesting than knowing it 😉 But let me expand on this a little…
WORDS ARE HUGELY POWERFUL (one could also say “magical” or even “alchemical”) and can have a mighty, life-changing effect on people. But behind that effect is something else which is even beyond the words themselves: a kind of “music” if you will. Words which do not in some way induce that effect through some unheard “music” (I speak mystically) are merely functional or communicational (which is fine on their own level and in their own ways). But if artists wish to find their way into hearts with writings and open up those hearts, then they must undergo some kind of transformation themselves before (or even while) they write. In fact, the amount to which people will be affected by a writer’s words corresponds more or less equivalently to the degree to which the writer was affected when s/he originally created the chains of words.