Purple

We’ve all seen a “purple cow” rampaging beyond its range. We claim we would never want to be one. Yet, we can’t put the spectacle and the promise of purple milk rising to the top of desired commodities out-of-mind. We remain committed to garnering a monopoly able to be our cash cow. No matter what the color of a cornered market, it all looks green to us. Even invisible bitcoins have a green tinge.

Agricultural innovation is never far from any other that can build a base upon an economic loophole, an enforcer military/police, a purchasable body politic, and a captive educational process able to justify anything with select data points. With these structures, innovation never is innovation. It is just the latest distraction that can be taken advantage of.

If we are to have eyes able to spot the latest illusionist’s nakedness, we will need to better parse out indigo and violet without settling for a generic purple. It is a skill to be specific and not get caught up in what-if and might-be and all the other rumors that cherry-pick information and recombine it into one suspicion after another, each further afield than the last.

May we end this new year better able to cut through life’s illusions. We might start with being clear that a “common defense” cannot generate “general welfare.” Defense always needs more, and there is soon nothing left for goodness’ sake. General welfare will rally a defense when needed. Until we get this, we will lurch from one Space Force fraud to the next. A final lurch will be into the graveyard of every Empire – hollowed until it implodes from a lack of care for what we hold in common.

Still Turning

ends are always drawing nigh
and eventually petering out
the ripples from that stone
in a still pond do fade away

conclusions are stuck like insects
to be displayed behind glass
with a generalized hope
that someone later will learn

all museum collections are not shown
some are incomplete others rotate
there is no unabridged dictionary
some options are chosen against

every eschaton remains speculative
until realized and then passes
within a larger field to passé
vitality can never be past or future

at the turning of a year
we are haunted by what has been setup
we are daunted by all still needed
nonetheless we turn with the year

Blindness

Is there a saint, alive or dead, who wasn’t a prophet in diagnosing the dire circumstance of their day? They knew there was no added benefit from ever more austere methods to deal with a present severity for the least? Even flagellants sought to tame personal temptations for the sake of others.

When faced with a great lack of substance, any attempt to reverse the lack by intentionally reducing what there is already too little of will only make matters worse.

Poverty (material, spiritual, relational) is always tied to a few always-open-mawed individuals storing communal wealth in their ever-larger barns. A competition for consumptive living cannot but steal livelihood from a multitude. When less than 1% of the population controls more than 90% of the available wealth, every percentage point of gain represents an increasing number of those impressed into one form of slavery or another – poverty.

Prophet and Saint see that a lack of generosity is directly implicated in every crisis of austerity. Bread and circuses can only patch the basic problem of a blindness to what constitutes common-good or general-welfare. When the life of any other is considered irrelevant or of no account, it means everyone is in for an even rougher ride – no amount of stored wealth will protect against putting every gene pool at risk and require a wider definition of family than an interlocking directorate of corporate boards.

In days of disaster and insufficiency, the only avenues available to a better-lived future are generosity, restitution, and empathy. Wealth adds no moral or ethical value to life. Storing resources away for the benefit of a bragging right eventually leads everyone to a beggar’s life.

Nanny

nannies arise
in the name of Mary Poppins

there are crises aplenty
that need to be brought to point

no blown hat no kite
no primary joke no courage

with the skill
of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle

no lying bully
will escape their cure

nurse Matilda or
nanny McPhee operate otherwise

even male Merlin
mentors the wartiest kid

we never outgrow
our need for knowing nannies

thank yours
be one

Too Little, Too Late

With increasing dismay, I still hear commentators suggesting that Republican leadership still have time to hint that the losing candidate for President will have one despicable pardon too many or any of numerous ways he will burden the future governance of the nation.

They have been well-trained. When you see others eviscerated for any deviance, it is easy to overvalue your own guts by bowing low. Even if a majority eventually found enough solid footing to raise a discouraging word, the real need is for action to preclude a deepening disaster.

Too much time has passed. The degree of damage is at such a level it is difficult to know how stopping now changes much.

While an argument can be made that right action is always right, we are in no moral position to assert it. Take a look at the history of deals in protecting people and places. If we can make things worse by playing off present economic gain against future benefit, we have consistently done so. There is no credible evidence that this is still not the case. We seem to enjoy fooling ourselves into thinking a corner has been turned. Time and again, it has been proved false.

There ever has only been the putting of hand to the struggle or honoring our ancestors’ best intentions and providing the best platform for our descendants to flourish. Even this worthy goal faces the mutability of time. Mutation and death will have more lasting presence and effect.

Nothing but removal from office (which would make him even more of a whining martyr) and being held accountable (unfortunately, narcissists cannot accept losing, it only energizes them) is constitutionally available.

On the bright side, there is little to recommend visiting a DJT Presidential Library to so many Lost Causes (even though they will claim more visitors per year than all the other Presidential Libraries combined). At best, it will document the primordial Id carefully taught to be insatiable.

Cult

How does the cult of Donald Trump differ from the cult of Democracy? The cult of Capitalism and other constrictions could also be added to the initial question.

As might be suspected, a cult’s dynamic is basically the same regardless of its central focus. This would include the cults of Family and Friends.

At stake is whether participation in a cult can be avoided (probably not) and how an awareness of our cultic participation might shift enough to allow a next insight/revelation into life and the lives with whom we are in cahoots.

One model of breaking beyond the categories of a particular cult is an investigation of wilderness and loneliness. A cult has a difficult time with any wild space beyond its borders. It declares everything to be within its constructs. Cults, likewise, require standardized and self-confirming behavior of meeting specific behavioral requirements. If anyone steps beyond these rituals, it is as if they had been exiled in place. Shunning is powerful within a cult and is a basic control mechanism. Fear of having no context, no place, rises to the same stunned experience as attempting to recognize the possibility of there being no weather (as in, even a tornado is better than no weather at all).

This might be the place to look at one way to open a window on cultish behavior we participate in—“We celebrate both our commonalities and differences, because if we had nothing in common we could not communicate, and if we had everything in common, we would have nothing to say.” (Rabbi Jonathan Sacks to Pope Benedict XVI)

Longest Night

a longest night
can only be claimed
by accumulated details

once identified
we can anticipate
and ritualize its presence

for those caught
in one stress or another
every night is the longest

every shortening
adds to false hope
lengthens the dark

night escapes time
and stretches
to eternal now and ever

to name a longest night
is a control mechanism
on unfettered fear

would it were but a night
night after night
erodes life

night banning fire
builds creosote
until we burn down

Retrograde

Reading about “prooftexting”, I was amused to find attempts to prove/persuade about the Bible’s “divine” origin described as “theologically retrograde.” The authors contrast this with “profound theology.”

Given the increased number of people who pay no attention to the Bible, it may be time to apply that label of moving in a rearward direction to an Economy, Corporation, Politics, and Educational Theory. The Military is always liable to be preparing to fight the last war and coming up short when a new iteration comes along—they are a warning to all other arenas in life that rise to claim an ascendancy. In a zero-sum, winner-takes-all setting, pride is always retrograde—moving toward a fall, destruction.

Retrograde Economics—uses people as expendable resources to keep power limited to a ruling few.

Retrograde Corporations—takes that up a notch as it claims a right to be a person and to extend that right to being first among equals.

Retrograde Politics—is forever pacifying people and messing with their minds, so they support policies against both their short and long-term interests.

Retrograde Education—teaches to one authorized test or another while constraining thought into underground silos that have no visionary component.

It appears there is no human construct exempt from a retrograde expression of any initial best intention. I’m interested in what additional categories the term “retrograde” might apply. Retrograde Parenting? Disease Prevention? Environment Protection? Grammar Rules? Scientific Standards? …?

Omnisignificance

omnisignificance
claims the most insignificant
aspect of a context
carries at least
the same significance
as the most obvious

every shard of experience
carries the utmost significance
without the scaffolding
of the most mundane moment
there is no triumph
echoing down the ages

glory enough for all
is the least acceptable situation
until every flaw has been Midasized
into golden stasis
there is room for it all
to fall to pieces

no humility of a growing edge
is allowed room to expand
accept one sharable honor
is to agree to an external reality
where none should be
casting shade on every marker
of success

Going Out a Winner

As predictable as it was, the last four years have been spent inside a fantasy that first creates a crisis and then resolving it in the most unlikely fashion – starting another crisis on top of it. Whenever this sort of process comes to an end, it is like the downfall of any pyramid scheme where the participants and enablers are all aught in the aftermath of a created crisis without even a perverted resolution. A massive loss of life, institutional integrity, economy, and cyber hacks will all echo on and on.

While all this was predictable (in general), each specific crisis was unique and worthy of an Ignoble Prize. 

Without knowing the specific way out of a crisis of a loser losing bigly, the following is still in the running to end on a winning note.

At the last minute, the labeled loser decides to attend his nemesis’s inauguration, who holds the opposite values. At a critical moment, the outgoing loser is caught on film, slowly rolling a grenade toward the tableau of Chief Justice, Hated Nemesis, and Bible Toter.
     This is followed by said loser wobbling into a launch that will put him on top of the grenade, which goes off. In one fell swoop, there are no consequences to face, and he becomes the hero of this and every botched resolution — Savior of the very Democracy he never understood

Of course, the pull of sheer Mammon cannot be underestimated. It cannot be denied that it is more likely there will be a riding off into a golden sunset to live and cause a next crisis.

There is still time to place your bet on the events of January 20, 2021.