Sexual Dysfunction and Weaponry
BEHIND ALL THE POLITICAL TALK ABOUT GUN CONTROL lies something far more important to consider: The symbolic nature of guns and other weaponry. For underlying all the processes of division and conflict in human or transnational relationships is the huge tension caused by the sexually repressed unconscious (personal and collective) of the mass of people in this world. This is the real issue: The sexual dysfunctionality of vast swathes of humanity.
Winging It! [sonnet]
We think that all that’s us should be “in place” —
all neatly stored in boxes on a shelf;
until the day arrives you’re face-to-face
with all the secret layers of your self.
LIVING-ROOM VIDEO #30: “Love-Dust Dream”
Been living underground;
there, water’s deep and most of me drowned.
It’s of no consequence;
tore down some walls — undid all pretence
[climbed off the fence]
I have no table here;
walked on hot coals and burned away fear.
For I’ve lost everything
except this dreamful song that I sing
[flowers I bring]
Love-Dust Dream [lyric]
Been living underground;
there, water’s deep and most of me drowned.
It’s of no consequence;
tore down some walls — undid all pretence
[climbed off the fence]
I have no table here;
walked on hot coals and burned away fear.
For I’ve lost everything
except this dreamful song that I sing
[flowers I bring]
Grid Girls
I’VE BEEN WATCHING WITH GREAT AMUSEMENT the farce surrounding the President’s Club dinner party in London and the decision by Formula One race organisers to stop having those pit-stop “Grid Girls” at motor races. It was claimed that at the private party (attended mainly by rich people and celebrities) a number of young women were hired as “dolly birds” to serve drinks and look pretty. They received a job description from an agency, signed up for it and were paid for it. Then the Financial Times did a “sting” and sent an undercover journalist to show how “sexist” it all was with some girls having hands put on them, etc. (When are journalists ever going to do REAL stings by exposing big corruption in politics, industry, the military, the church, etc., instead of going undercover at a party to see if a man’s hand goes on a girl’s ass. There is no real investigative journalism anymore; only the pretend made-up journalism of the film, “The Post”!). Sounds like a normal private party for rich people with pseudo-Bunny Girls in attendance. Many of those girls sign up deliberately to try and bag a rich guy so they can bask in his glory, gold-dig his wallet and sit in his Bentley afterwards. I read that a number of the girls went back to hotel rooms with the guys. Of course they did. It all goes with the territory. Not shocking at all. It was pretty obvious from the job description what was involved. They were asked to wear “black sexy shoes and black underwear”. Now there’s your red flag right there. If a girl doesn’t like the look of it, then don’t do it! Or don’t do it again. Or walk out during the party if you’re that upset. Ah, but then you wouldn’t get your £130!
Fake News. Fake Films. Fake World
A comparison of truth with 3 new movies
THE EXPRESSION, “FAKE NEWS”, has been a headline stealer in recent months. Let’s face it, is there any news which isn’t fake — fake in many senses? For example, fake in the actual content, fake in the way that it’s reported, fake in the propaganda bias behind it, fake in terms of the reduction of serious matters to a mere soundbite. Most of the mainstream media outlets are owned by a very few conglomerates which are controlled by the power-elite. Anyone who does not realise that today is living in Cloud Cuckoo Land — a realm which has a larger population than most of the countries you could name put together! 😊 So, the fact that most mainstream media news is based on fakery should not be a surprise. Even many who know these things still sit gawping at their televisions and newspapers (especially today, on Sunday, when fake papers come fat!).
Why? [sonnet]
Why should existences exist at all?
Why should eternity not now apply
to physicality [I know… the Fall].
Why is there even need for questions why?
Aiona [poem]
This frail, dependent endophyte engages
with my eyes in hesitation’s insight
as I ask her soul: “What is your story,
O child who sojourns from beyond the Sun?”
Then she locks her trusting vision cleanly
(for I have seen no dirt or tarnish there)
upon the centre of my pupils with
that heady mixture of naivety
and wisdom only children here can know
and speaks with wordless laughter mingled with
the swagger of a womb survivor’s ease:
“I have returned to play my walk-on part
within this dream-play specially made for me”.
At which I saw her mother’s tears fall to
the earth to play their part in nature’s game
of come and go and ebb and flow in time.
For though she fed this girl-child from her breast,
she also saw the last page of the play
and, despite her grudging heart acceptance,
it still was like a dagger in her chest.
To bring a part of you into this realm
and know she will one day no more be here,
would any mother’s ardour overwhelm.
Therefore, the only way for mother’s grief
to be annulled and thus, in love, made whole,
is not to dwell upon the passing charm
which shows itself alone in outward form,
but see the endless being hid behind
the smiles, the tears, the theatre’s cause: Her soul.
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© Alan Morrison, 2018
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