~ In reality it is more like September Song.
Everyone has always known it was coming, September, this September. You don’t need a crystal ball, tea leaves, the sound of music or something more like the roar of jets to know that the waiting is mostly over and that the epicenter is here. The Empire, the Enemapire is all around us, not be rude, but now it’s about to douche.
Let’s get a life; like Libya, like Fukushima – the situation is ugly. The homeless situation is really bad, but Wall Street just goes up and up, not on the up and up. The leaders eat non-contaminated beef while serving the radioactive version to kids, not a happy meal, but a meal never the less.
The Save the Children bandwagon, meaning big truck, was in Albuquerque the other day. It was not soliciting, but delivering meals (on wheels). That’s how far it’s come. The war (on poverty) has come home but the war on humanity continues each and every day. Afghanistan, Pakistan, South and North Korea, Chechnya maybe, Libya, Israel and Iran. The war gets wider every day. The people are losing. It’s been so long since I’ve seen democracy work that I think the system really was born on welfare. ALL elections are so crooked, you couldn’t straighten them with a willing right hand.
We’ve sexualized our society, sexualized the world. It isn’t safe just to say “she and he” did it, you have to ad the “bi”, the “both” and the neuter. What is the word for a feminine eunuch, or is true you can’t cut off the best of balls if you don’t have them. It is a metaphor (maybe), the whole population has been castrated, lobotomized, distorted like it was on LSD. Who isn’t on drugs (in America), the legal ones, the illegal ones, the ones that cause the butchering in Mexico, in Afghanistan, in the south of Strauss-Kahn France. It’s crazy. How long can all this madness go on? Anybody with a lick of information, or sense, has totally given up. The “system” is not fixable. It IS that badly broken. And then there is TSA – lick their boots, before you can even put on shoes.
It is probably more sadness than anger that makes me speak right out. The planet has become a sad, sad place to be. All promises have been broken, except the promise of the coming fire. All bets are off. All “short-term capital gains” are about to be liquified, the longer term gains evaporate in the face of infinity. It’s been so long in coming, it is hard to believe the time is finally here.
So I, not unlike you, must carry on another day, for another day in this September. I will do my best, to do my duty, to God – forget about the country, it’s gone global, you thought “globally” and look what happened. Not so good. So many of you can’t remember when life was better, when there was still hope for a better world before fate and the enemies of mankind found us, corrupted us, led us toward their evil ways.
The only true enemy of life in indecision. It is the sideliners of life, those on the sidelines, that make the “horror of it” possible. Those that refuse to live life passionately, with “true vigor”, with one eye on the prize and the other on the need that are the ruffians among us, the doppelgangers, those that live in “want”, not real need and as a result become the wastrels of everyone else’s best hopes and truest dreams.
The world IS divided between the “haves” and the “have nots” it has been said. It’s true. There are those that have faith, have kindness, have compassion and caring and love for all around. Then there are the others, the “have nots”, that have not these things. Of the things of this earth, nothing else matters. You will see. It is now September, and time is so very short before November and October, and the ghost of Christmas past.
Distance yourself from this ruin. Your efforts and your essence is your stock in trade. Protect it, magnify it, keep it safe from sack and ruin and the bell will not toll for you. When all this passes, it will be as just a dream (a nightmare really, meaning someone else’s dream), and then your dreams may come (and maybe also your dreams can become true). But NOT in this world, not the way it is. The wait has been too long already. Rejoice that the time is here (and near) and whatever.
Sweet surrender, or is it “Sweet September” that I really mean?
2011.09.01 – 03.29.