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What about your Present, the Moment?

Note: Re-edit of “Grab the Moment. (Written in 2001 and posted on July 1, 2016″

Grab the Moment (2001)

Work hard and day dream hard.

Study hard and sleep hard.

Enjoy the moment harder and harder.

 

What is done mildly is a waste of time.

If nothing for everything,

You drank life to the fullest.

 

If something from nothing,

“Whatever is” is nothing.

Who is still Fighting for the Man?

Food aplenty for the few:

They are addicted to junk food.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Delicious: hungry

 

Fighting for the signs, given and wanted traits,

Thriving for characters of the beyond;

Fighting for the provocation of the ambient collective;

The objective environment and the living one;

The social, psychological, and family entities;

Fighting for the Man.

 

Toys aplenty for the few;

They are addicted to one-on-one machines.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

 

A piece of paper and threads gets kites flying high; smiles even higher;

A couple of sticks get a team running and laughing;

An old makeshift ball got kids gamboling and shrieking with joy.

 

Fighting for the society of objects, consumer goods;

The historical environment, of body and soul;

The cosmic belonging, the instinctive thrust;

The defense of the ego and the taste to live;

The denying and utilization of the other;

Fighting for the Man.

 

Vaccines and antibiotics for the few;

Open heart surgery for the few;

They got to be ninety and end up in nursing homes.

 

Alone: the refuse of humanity.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Barely first generation antibiotics dispatched to them;

They don’t get to live long,

They were Not meant to live long.

 

Their young memory didn’t erase the fresh good time.

They die within their community and among parents.

 

Fighting for the nutritional instinct, sexuality,

The race, age, gender, and life;

Variations in metabolism, language of the forms,

The sick body and the domesticated body;

The presence and ascendancy of the other.

 

Fighting for the Man.

Spaces and green horizons for the few;

They are addicted to tiny cubicles in overcrowded megalopolis.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Wind, dust, eroded land, dry earth,

A shade under an old resilient tree out in the nowhere;

A trickle of water of a drying source;

Crying babies, skeletal babies, over-stretched stomachs;

And white carcasses dotting the parched landscape.

 

Fighting for the emotive duality, the emotive matrix,

The emotive root of characters;

Getting a grip on the conscious, rhythm, perseverance;

Space and living duration;

The I, here, and now; in extension, in tension, and in intention;

Generosity and avarice.

 

Fighting for the Man.

Homes, gardens, and highways for the few;

They are addicted to driving and drinking.

Leftovers for the leftover of humanity;

Trekking for hundreds of miles for a handful of food;

Bare foot, crackling skin, sore dried up eyes;

To reach one of those Blue Tents

Erected and tended by romantic hearts.

 

Fighting for accepting reality;

Refusing reality, imaginary refusal;

The real, irrational and the surreal;

 

Carnal intelligence, dramatic intelligence,

Dialogue, rational arguments, democracy, discrimination,

The master action, the power of deciding,

The struggling with obstacles,

The greatness and misery of the will;

 

Fighting for the Man.

A car accident, a mugging,

A child left unattended, locked in a car,

A dog, a cat, an iguana for the few.

One million widowed, two millions disappeared,

Three millions refugees,

Four millions disabled in pre-emptive wars,

To depose a dictator here, a tough-minded leader there.

 

Five millions orphans, dislocated institutions and social fabrics;

Fifty thousands incarcerated:

Potential terrorists, with no hope for legal due processes,

For the leftover of humanity.

 

Fighting for the moral character, the moral act,

The religious expression of moral limitation;

Comprehending the Man is a science;

Far more complex and exhilarating of sciences

Than inanimate physical sciences.

 

You don’t need to be neutral in human behavioral sciences,

Just be plainly unbiased.

You don’t need to be odorless and insipid in social sciences;

I have got to be fighting for the Man!

 

Keeping the luster by mid-age

Mindlessly a Genius 

1.   We hear a lot about self-made Billionaires; we read of them, sometimes.

There are not many of them.  Some are in their early youth;

Most in their much delayed youth.

 

We hear a lot less about geniuses; we read of them, never.

There are so many of them.  A few stay in the race.

Most show signs early on, a handful keep the luster by mid-age.

 

2.   Millions of people are happy preaching,

To anyone who cares to listen,

The motto: “Think smart, work smart.”

He is happy talking, day-dreaming, the normal man.

 

3.   If the living billionaires and geniuses

Would dare to tell the “How to Success”.

If the living could remember, what really happened,

In their journeys to success.

 

4.   You read biographies of the famous and glamorous.

Too much hooplas, too much redundancies.

Humbug.

They work hard, mindlessly hard.

Hard working for many years, consistently.

Constancy.

They did not work to survive.  They worked with excitement.

They worked with zeal.

The more they worked, the smarter they got.

They never dwelled on how far smarter they came to be.

 

5.   Friend, you may hate me for what I’m saying.

My conscience is clear:  I never abused of your time,

Never robbed you of money

Pleasing your day dreaming wishes

Of quick success on little work in a short time.

 

6.   Stop thinking how to work smart:  Just get on it.

Mindlessly loving your work, serving man’s dreams.

An Undertone of Joy and Fear

An Undertone of Joy and Fear (1999) 

1.   Our last dreams with the living

Are the exact replicas of our first dreams.

That’s how it should be

In the symphony of life.

 

2.   Our last dreams are edited out

Of people, trees and actions.

We don’t fall, fly, walk or run.

They are perpetual waves of motion

In a kaleidoscope of light and colors.

An undertone of joy and fear.

 

3.   Our first dreams are in black and white.

Our last dreams added a few colors.

We just reverted to our earliest beginning.

And that is Closure in colors.

When was that you Day Dreamed a Utopian Project?

Note: Re-edit of “Did you Day Dream a Utopian Project?.  May 20, 2009

Did you Daydream a Utopian Project? (May 19, 2009)

Have you day dreamt of a utopian project?  I have so many times day dreamt of projects that were to be ideal in profitability, organization, equitability, fairness,…

Projects that encourages and promotes individual creativities, and leaving plenty of free time for individual accomplishment and continuing education.

There are moments in any one of these projects where the more utopian you strive for the more variables you have to contend with.

Every detail generates its own set of variability, and quickly the interactions are too many for the mind to coordinate and analyze.

Suddenly, you end it as abruptly as in happy movies.

Yes, it is complicated but everybody should be living happily ever after.

Then you are carried by curiosity: you want to take the dreamt up project further to its ultimate glory.

The more you resolve complicated interactions among people, the more your solutions revert to totalitarian solutions and the more your answers smack of a one party regime reactions to diversities.

Then I realize that, fundamentally, I am No better than any dictator who managed to amass enough power to exercise coercions at will.

Utopias are dangerous exercises of the mind and they sting potently the trust in our potentials to fairness and equitability.  

The only utility to dreaming up utopia is to vent up the bottled up anger of helplessness to act and change.

Utopias are far more dangerous when a restricted and select caste of elites assemble to apply and enforce their sick view of an ideal society.

Utopias are not the solution and never will improve human conditions.

Read any samples of Utopias from Plato, to Thomas Moore, and to the Zionist ideology and you will realize that the end product is a subdivision of society by caste systems where people rule and the lower strata produce and serve. The end product is a huge set of rules and regulations that can put to shame the gigantic daily constraints of the Jewish Pharisee sect.

Study the Utopias of those who managed to horde power from Napoleon, to Bismarck, to Hitler, to Mussolini, to Lenin, to Stalin, to Mao Tse Tong, and finally to Bush Jr./Cheney and the end product was destruction, utter humiliation of the people, hate crimes, and genocides.

There are other kinds of utopias.

You have those forecasting the future, fifty years from now, in all sorts of topics such as political systems, emergence of new superpowers, technological breakthrough, social conditions, trends of how fast people will die of famine, and the increase in social divides among the wealthy and the dregs.

Sure, those forecasters inevitably claim that they are analyzing current trends if all conditions remain controlled, though they have no idea what are those conditions and how they are controlled. 

Forecasting the future is another way of thinking aloud individual utopia because no one is forecasting without strong biases as to his present mind set.

It is important to have a strategy in any planning for the long duration: It is the means to elaborate short-term projects that should converge to the grand idea for a fairer and equitable society at all levels of human rights and economic sustenance.

If the “tactical” short-term projects of less than a year to execute, evaluate and get acceptance by the community are Not carried out seriously, then the strategy will end up in catastrophic consequences to the society. Many of these strategies cornered communities into state of famine, violence and indignities…

Particularly, when the people in power and institutions are immuable figures that never relinquish their positions and are unable to change their biased mind set.

So far, the only valid forecasting time line is of six months; it is adopted by the analysts of market and fashion trends of the adapters in the age category of 20 to 30 years.

Actually, people do Not remember much of their desires and wants once a certain period has elapsed. People need to be frequently reminded of their intentions during previous evaluations and referendums.

The Nordic States in Europe have confidence in the educated opinions of their people and don’t mind to arrange for frequent referendum on any subject matter that divide the communities and to act upon. And this is “democracy” at work.

There is no doubt in my mind that promotional tactics biase people in believing that they are setting the trend by surfing the internet and disseminating their interests; but that’s how democracy should be at work.

Democratic systems should expose programs and disseminate them and then evaluate what people selected after a period of six months of diffusion among the active population.

My Best Friend must be One Step Ahead of my determined decisions

One Step Ahead

1.   My friend, with all his disadvantages,

I quit counting the stars,

Yet, I can’t help feeling awestruck in his presence.

2.   My friend, with all his weaknesses,

A couple of them will make me crawl

In a corner and forgo motion,

Yet, he always finds time

To listen to me, to care for me.

3.   My friend, with all his awkwardness,

And as I meet with him,

I feel he is one step ahead of me,

Molding His next Self.

 

My best friend, my soul.

Have you decided whom you want to Witness your success life?

Do we need Him a witness? 

I raised an army and defeated people, entered cities, slaughtered, hanged, maimed, terrified, and ruled; I need a God to witness my deeds.

I split the atom, generated nuclear energy, searched the stars, and landed on planets; I need a God to witness my intelligence and perseverance.

I joined the resistance against occupiers and was ready to fall a martyr and I need a God to witness that I was steadfast in my dignity.

I am living in a desolate region; I am dying of thirst, famine, and curable diseases; I need a God to witness my suffering.

I am an aristocrat and I inherited a fortune; I need a God to witness my self-sufficiency.

I am an ascetic; I joined a sect that provides me with food and cares for my health; I need a God to witness the hard life that I consecrated to meditation and repeating his 99 names.

I was lucky to live long enough and ask “why I got to exist”.

I was lucky to survive long enough through hazardous risks and dangers while others were not born, stillborn dead, died prematurely, and died too young to worry about death. I need a God to witness that I am thankful

I was lucky to care for imminent departures, dare look death in the eyes, converse with the universe, search for a point of application to move part of the world, to change, to redirect interests…

I was lucky to gain new relationships, to find the courage to confess, to confide bottled up emotions, verbalize uneasiness, to express frustrations clearly,

I was lucky to see nature grow, witness the existence of other living forms, to hang on to my garden, to get cozy in my quarter of solitude, to appreciate my rights as an individual and fight for them, and to get convinced that diversity is good and necessary.

I need a God to witness that I did my best to value exotic tendencies, conformist attitudes, conservative behaviors, revolutionary zeal, simple pleasures, a walk in nature, creating a void around me, and inviting boisterous neighbors.

I need a God to witness that I laughed at my limitations, allowed others to make fun of my idiosyncrasies, and showed off my capabilities.

I need a God to witness that I discovered new cultures, customs, and traditions;

That I started collecting artifacts, relics, manuscripts of dying civilizations;

That I battled for species on the verge of extinction, minority and ethnic races swept aside by globalization;

That I have gone to war for clean air and fresh potable water;

That I demonstrated for parcels of wild prairies and virgin forests.

I don’t need a Creator, all Compassionate, all Vengeful, all Knowledge; it is irrelevant.

I am good, evil, mean, cruel, benevolent, and respectful; who I am is also irrelevant.

When all is said and done I need a God who never dies and remembers everything.

I need a God to witness that I was a survivor;

That once upon a time I did exist.

Life or the living? This charlatan of a magician

We want to believe we had a dream,

As a kid, reckless, careless, cheerful, forgetful

We must have had a dream, everybody says so…

We cling to that forgotten dream,

 

Gone with the wind for mysterious reasons.

Now adult and mad, for never recalling what was this beautiful dream

And we create another delusional dream,

Weaved out of and around the skills and talents we scrambled feverishly to acquire and boast of.

 

And we go crazy, seeing the world in black and white,

Struggling to be convinced that a dream must be an all-right world

Fighting the Great Evil, the Great Satan, master of all the wrong values

And we commit the most absurd acts of violence

On these criminal elements, poisoning our dream value system,

And we go on rampage, carrying banners of the most idiotic arbitrary concepts

 

Mid-age:

We blame our disillusion on these chaotic and vile realities that is life,

This “foul dust

Fooling us on a full moonlight

Watching this staircase, a ladder to heaven,

Perched up high to suck on the pap of life

Gulping down the incomparable milk of wonder…”

 

Along the way, we missed

These streaks of happy moments,

Failed to observe the real people

Characters rich in complex reality of life.

 

Along the way, we got lost, and we missed

To empathize with the pain, frustration of all the others’

Diverse dreamers of all kinds of “illusory dreams“,

Just like ours…

 

This foul dust amidst our chimeric failure,

To whatever we convinced ourselves we were after. for success and happiness

And we are getting old, really old,

And we reach this famous conclusion that

It was all illusion, a drama we played on this comical stage

 

As if we ever started with anything more than a delusional dream.

Loss of the illusion,

This heavy baggage grown-ups carry and nurse

To enjoy this acrid taste:

Licking our self-made wounds

 

The hero who wants to end a martyr

For all the dreamers of a better world…

And we missed the reveries, sources of our impossible imagination,

We missed the fact that the rock of our world

“Was and should be founded on a fairy’s wing

Note: Borrowed a few sentences from Fitzgerald novels

Margin for Freedom? Any margin for Liberty?

Son of Man versus Son of God?

Note: Re-edit of “Son of Man: Margin for Freedom. March 30, 2009″

Does heredity define to great extent every individual?

Is every one of us the product of long lines of successive unions?

Yet, the probability of identical persons is nil among the billions upon billions of human kinds that roamed earth.

Every person that dies is never replaced and his unique set of characteristics, and the identical set is gone for ever.

Maybe our margin for developing certain characteristics is limited.

Even then, what could be modified a little by nature, environment, social conditions, and personal thrive will have an impact in defining future generations.

We have always attributed our reality to act of God, His will, our Destiny.  That’s what all religious sects wanted us to belive in.

We have been sons of God until recently.

Research and technology are altering many genomes for a healthier man, even before he is born, even when he is a fetus, even by sorting out and selecting one among the many embryos to re-insert in the mother’s uterus. 

Man has started to affect genetically future generations.

God is no longer the sole and exclusive owner of man, and that is a qualitative new perspective to humanity.

Mankind is becoming part owner, though with a tiny share so far. 

As long as man is not able to tamper with the brain on a large-scale, then all the religious sects will brandish that “God will still have the bigger share in man”.

When you partially own a person then you are responsible for the whole entity.

We tended to let God off the hook for too long. 

If man has to be taken to court for wrong doing or designing and manufacturing defective products, then it is about time that God be taken to court after each war, each genocide, each apartheid systems designed for the suffering and humiliation of fellow men.

We have always attributed to God all the good values, even the immoral values in our daily realities.

We have tried hard to interpret God frequent calamities in a lenient manner.

If God exists, and he should exist, just to be taken to the International Tribunal for crimes against humanity. 

That is the margin of liberty that we still own; to study, read, reflect, have our own opinions, take hold of our personal responsibilities, and act accordingly.

When a person denies his own share of responsibility and stop reflecting and studying… all he does is then but wind.

And what remains after we discard all these mythological craps about sexuality and love?

“Finissons-en avec tout le fatras de mythologies et de ces conneries dont on entoure l’acte sexuel:

  1. L’amour et la sexualite’ sont deux emotions differentes. C’est une evidence que nous devons admettre sinon on accumule des problemes de tension qui ne sont pas necessaire a une vie heureuse et paisible.
  2. La nouveaute’ exerce toujours un attrait
  3. La conquete est un plaisir por les deux sexes
  4. On a un besoin pressant de nous rassurer quant a la valeur sexuelle
  5. Que l’amour ne se conjigue pas au singulier
  6. Qu’une personne peut aimer plus d’une personne a la fois
  7. Qu’il n’y a aucun mal a coucher avec les amis
  8. La promiscuite’ est enrichissante
  9. Les femmes se marrient pour l’argent facile
  10. Les hommes se marrient par pure commodite’
  11. Les maries restent ensemblent pour ne pas avoir a mourire seules…”

Un passage de “Actes d’Amour” de Elias Kazan. 

Et Ethel de demander au psychologue Cambere:

“Dis-moi. Une fois qu’on laisse tomber toutes les conneries dont tu parlais, qu’est-ce-qui reste?

Cambere: “Quelque chose de tres bien”

Question: What is this great emotion that remains after we drop all these  mythological craps about sexuality and love?

Note 1: What should remain is this most powerful of emotion: Pity. Pity is the greatest of all true emotions, and it include all kinds of mammalian species:

  1. We need people to have pity on us and that is why we extend a bad connotation for pity and try to find alternative terms for it, like kindness, compassion, caring...
  2. We know deep inside us that we survive thanks to the hundreds of people who had pity on us during our harsh life. Most of these people are strangers to us, and many didn’t even wait for us to ask for aid.
  3. People extend their pity and do Not expect but that someone else will return the favor in kind (pity), when hard times tacke us.

Note 2: Elias Kazan is the famous movie director and he turned to writing novels after the movie industry sanctioned him for being forced to divulge to the “Maccarthy Commission” in 1965 the names of the supposed communists in the industry.


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