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Topic: Just a little rhyme from a work of mine!
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thomaspainerevisited
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posted 14 June 2004 05:13 AM
WARNING: Stand-Up Philosopher’s Rhyming Shtick Ahead (It’s just some fun stuff before my big history lesson.)
The most sublime evil is held within the toting up viscous organization; it is the highly compartmentalized, the near omniscient clever gorgon (2), for in its unidirectional stare this modern creature's only true fear is that of greater power, a new way, or Perseus’s uplifted shield as mirror. And is it not incontrovertibly a true reality that it expeditiously hoards every vestige of advantage when the people hold true virtue as an unrealistically thin currency. In its self-fomented and self-righteous surroundings it passes as best, able justify any higher purpose as it provides for but eats man --body and soul-- as its least felt expense. Propelled by capability, by distance, by plausible deniability, dividing, as our swelling pompous steeple, free from reprisal, doing its best to pass beyond both good and evil. We must watch it closely so it remains of, by, and for (3) that which it was charged, least every kernel of “common sense” be consumed, be it by action or encasement, once Franklin, Hamilton, Old Hickory, and thence J. Edgar emboldened it and set it at large. (4)
We must remember that rarely in the course of human events (4a), does it not so easily purchase away our weaker souls believed to be friends. It is a rule that the stronger seeks out and makes good use of its weaker like, that is, to do its bidding with conniving stealth, expertise, as a master of economy, and one can be sure as Polaris is constant in the night sky that the lesser aids the greater draining democracy, the switching of master for servant, each one's basic taxonomy.
How easy such a destructive compact exists, for it is also a rule that the lesser, the weaker is not sufficiently protected, neither able to withstand perusal nor properly schooled, but sufficiently supplicant to willingly play the complacent dupe or the jesting fool. The weaker is never insulated, or sufficiently wise enough to escape being beyond its courted act, for in its remunerated naiveté in believing it has made a benefactor, protector, and friend, it always skulks throughout time so usable, so encased, and so entrapped. And yet both the greater and lesser receive comfort and strength, when those outside the bent circle believe in little beyond that of the belly.
The greater and lesser grow in their vain rapaciousness with the citizen's worship of power, of our getting with the program’s vicarious dream of rubbing the material idol beneath one's skin hour after hour. And how doth we protest, but in the blink of an eye doth we rub and nurse, encouraging and perpetually distending Moloch(5) never seeing the curse. And do we bleat but never realize in our awe, that nothing is demanded, that is, nothing but all. Since all is demanded and conceded we grow smaller and smaller, till the least grant, the least shekel, the smallest praise, the faintest acknowledging touch enraptures ye without acknowledgment as ye claw, but due to our petty revengeful anomic (6) state we never seem to smell the true nature of the odor emanating from our sweet gaping maw. (7)
How rarely does it occur to ask anything in the face of such from such as "we," that is, day after day, after day, after day. In a pen we prostrate awaiting the bread to be cast,(8) giving into and celebrating the lottery that dictates our meted dance. Do we question this circumstance, do we see philanthropy or demand something more, or at some point do we ---the self-enchained--- chuckle the beast at not heeding all that has taught before, and in this light do we not flatter the least unworthy of Babylon's whores? But you bigots and haters of man need not look at another group for this circumstance, for your answer is in the mirror when you find the “true” enabling culprit looking straight back at yourselves.(9)
Is not postmodern man so plastic and unthinkingly deferent? How easily do we present day produced Zeligs (10) fill every void, that which is appallingly appealingly small, tailored, and current. Man once took the advice that true virtue and ability were not inherited, (11) but it seems in service so far beyond ourselves, both have become nearly organizationally directed out of existence or mutually exclusive. How man is pandered to and disingenuously courted for being malleable, for is it not easy to steal him away from any conception of the common wheel: the most noxious nefarious sublime dalliance.
OH, how ineffably and ultimately obliging is man, for he never checks to see if a thing in itself contains the least hint of the legitimacy on this planet. OH, how much we play the sheep being led, for our popular culture and socialization courts us to bow before any misshapen placard of authority without the least intelligent impulse to buck in our heads. OH ye bureaucrat, OH ye teacher of man, wed to the higher for it grants thy way of life, indignantly exile a six year old child from school for a year, for the demon has defiantly brandished the plastic butter knife.(12) And is it not true that we accept that the poor man dying of cancer is legally prohibited from marijuana to smoke, for is he not placed by our wise law from being able to receive sustenance and bodily solace before departing from us upon the most sorrowful souring note,(13) and is this not so as a single DWI case is never lost by the dedicated Beverly Hills lawyer who most rightfully gloats?(14)
As mere demonstration, was it not India's men who once decried their suffering as they served as British taskmasters? Yet were not these same men without the least prick of scruples or drowning in hypocrisy at enacting the dictates of second hand imperial bastards?(15) And was and is it not always true that with gold in hand that such could not before their deities honestly prostrate, while history tells us that only the precious few would go to the pillory, detrain at man’s gulag archipelagos, proudly exclaim “I’m Spartacus,” or grow thin for consciousness sake?
And beyond our earthly bound Saints, is it not the rare rebel and best of man's friends who can go against the grain and eschew supplication in preference for the tactless words “illegitimis non-Carborundum.” Always it is true, yesterday as today, that it is demanded that such as such biting unique clay ---on Love’s Field--- (16) terrorize the sheltered comfortable should it simply have its say. And was it not pleasing that men of such candor, of such acidity, that his like go away?
OH, but rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief, not the exception, whereas it is the rarest lonely jewel who suffers without selfish thought or pretension. And is it not history's thrust, its main direction, that it demands that the good be unheeded, without reward, deified, hounded for flaw, ineffably redefined, and then headily stricken from mention. Again and again, as in days past as it is today, that the good in each nation panic the happy few behind iron fences as they go their separate –Khufuean- (17) way, so without truth’s cleansing and correcting force we have media manipulation and domestic non-military connected national security, rather than chance Nihilism potentiality reawakening a seeing red purple popular cognizance that threatens the guillotine. But how we are devoid of corruption between every shore, where hacked-off arms and our star spangled nescience (18), where Horatio Alger (19) and glorious fateful chance, where the cult of personality and our false entrustment in foraging for every unimportant thing does nothing to harden the shrinking -----fission-fusion----- ambit (20) of the peanut club's best amassing exclusive, nepotistic, narcissistic, dodgy, and perpetually Re emergent prancing dance. And is it not always this dance that ever feeds us to us my lassies and lads.
OH, but against such realities forever fomenting ill, we need not heed the demands of eternal vigilance in counter position by newly erecting solid demarcations or posting Cincinnatus as centurion (21) still. Hear all ye hear, simply purchase weekly absolution; render unto Czar; neither hear nor brook criminals overturning tables as you await the day of the Lord, and be sure to listen to the eternal siren song of the Taoist not to swim against the stream, of the purchased Brahmin to the untouchable reincarnating horde; and be sure to see any deft challenge to the natural order as tearing down as you give into this unquenchable thirst, until ninety-nine percent of man is mere grist or at the point of a sword down here on this debauched earth.
And be sure to amuse yourself carefully playing “airplane” beside the seeled (22) and bobbing porpoise calf Leona that she should not drool, with another behind should you be the next fool who drops the shrimp’s sauce as she rewards herself for each lap in the pool. You who find yourself so easily expendable if your attention lapses; remember to forget that her real sin was public candor in admitting that “only the little people pay the taxes.(23)” Is it not true that in a democracy it is the millions who rule, and know this is fact for it was droned in ye yearly at school, but is it not sad that ye do not seek the truer republican way; you beefy minions throughout time evermore ramming or tiptoeing yourselves through history’s bloody sluice-gates every day.
And here’s for all of you who are not of the few highbred ‘WHO’ who never learn the eternal Seussean rule that ‘candidate one’ and ‘candidate two’ rides upon ‘beast one’ or ‘beast two,” and as such gleefully cheer for your pick of team 1 or team 2; you “WHO” who never seem to see that this clash is Shakespeare’s sound and fury being truly true, the world signifying little or nothing for you.
As another demonstration, for there are demonstrations galore, was it not ye carelessly pulling the levers who defer to our trusty ‘bought-and-paid-for’ dancing whores. Do not our extortive highborn politicians whom at your public trough do feed, facilitate the corporate welfare cotillion enabling executives to pad five-fold increases in their sumptuous salaries? And are not our suited gentry to be always evermore found, padding our ensnared politicians during their ever-persistent re-election merry-go-round? Of course you who never question this never do bleed, and as such those looking down over the superfluous stadium crowd most assuredly paid for their own lineal flag-waving skybox seats, but for over two centuries did and do America’s soldiers not often bleed, so uncomfortably to comfort such immortal amoral weeds? Below, I will try to make a similar point sufficiently poignantly succinct.
Does man forget that reinvestment for the community’s sake was Calvin’s rationalization for capitalism, but look at the direction of our language from “personnel manager" to "human resource coordinator"(24) towards the approaching office of "bipedal kinesthetic extractor" to realize man’s continuing predilection to rebuild a gentler and expanding embryonic and amorphous form of fascism.
Some may bristle at the “fascist term” being thrown out by the a perverse reverse of a tail-gunning McCarthyite wormiest worm, for how easy does such remonstration look as if it were from Mikhail Bakunin (25) seeking his turning turn, but I do not have to scratch and churn, for such a system is easy for all to discern. Fascism is simply a government-corporate ruling structure that we evermore see: a system rode, bestride, and beloved by Hitler, Franco, and Mussolini absent the least whiff of popular sovereignty: the modern hallmark of different shapes and shades of the beast morphing into all infamy. Truly!
So, in our command and control ethos do we not ever the more find our fathers and mothers driven into being David Ricardo’s (26) wage slaving whores. Away they fly unable to stand their ground, paying fifty dollars per month to the public utility to own a phone without on the bill a single call to be found. And does not everything submerge to the ever expanding unremunerated titled peon’s career, as government grows evidencing no erection of museums or playgrounds as pubic works, in preference for courtly sterile office cubical complexes and accommodating our superfluous burgeoning prison population’s deserving inhabitants; two things in which to see evidences of the before spoken dalliance.
So, please be sure to ever the more give your brood wholly to the governmentally financed babysitter and educator to find their ethics while you are away, but does this not insure that he or she will be the more compliant bemused flotsam on the infecting soulless beach of today? And if this is not wholly truly true, ask yourself why your highest government officials never seem to send their brood to our magnificent preparatory public schools.
Can you not see that all this goes against our history’s best precious and pious pleading pleas, and so we now only find the spinning Jefferson laying flat and not on his knees. It seems that in every politician’s, professor’s, and rhetorician’s tendered phrase you will find this “real smart guy” (26a) being most heartily praised, but do we hear a single consoling cognizant syllable being raised to slow down his twirling in the grave? Answer: Nay, Nay, and Nay!
Do we find our youth without devotion, self-abnegation or passion, without all but the rare dallied intermittent projects higher than self-indulgent fashion? Do we not find the best of them involved so as to hold the pretense of being without hedonism,(27) but can anyone conjure a scenario where the latest generation shall give rise to another un-wholly wedded to a stigmatic “what’s in it for ‘Me-ism’?”
Are our offspring not totally eclipsed and outshined collectively by the seemingly agnostic and blasphemous expatriate Spanish warrior; those who like Don Quixote gladly marched into hell without the faintest thought of going “Over the Hill in October.”(28) Do we forget Eric Arthur Blair’s(29) training ground evidencing a warning to the romantic that the beast does not cling to a single extreme, for he dwells at the ends and in Kierkegaard’s existentialist mean: that by not choosing man makes the recurrent choice to empower Lucifer to take the reigns and erect the greatest possible inquisitional tontine? Everywhere and throughout the history of the world does not the King exclaim proclamations through his sycophants that his people are extensions of his beneficiate will, but does one not hear “They are my people;’ ‘I am their sovereign----‘pull’---that is, everywhere still."(30) Do we forget the ebullient foul-mouthed and often self-indulgent Papa Hemmingway driving a bullet-riddled ambulance to the front with alacrity,(31) for how easily does it slip that long before Pearl that gallant forlorn people risked all to oppose Franco’s ilk’s(32) ignoble insanity?
Instead of the brash and bold, qualities often missing from the old that denotes vigorous challenging, our brood consumes a sapping corporate commercialized calamitous maddening: the vicariously participation in seemingly costless revolt by those simply loading a cassette after removing the flimsiest of packaging. Regarding Woodstock’s musicians and lyricists, should we not pine a bit for raucous Dead Heads, Hendrix, and Slick, for the philosopher abhors much of the Clock-Work Orange’s(33) Millennial music’s malevolence shallow trick for what it is: the siren call of Old Scratch who does not seek to rub away the last generation’s festering captious ticker itch, so amply evidenced by the soulful and sagacious challenge to authority embodied by the overdubbed song on the radio ever audaciously blaring “lick my ‘#&$@*’ bitch!”
I must ask, wouldn’t it be surprising, would it not be uproariously unexpectedly devilishly funny, if such tawdry vapid insubordination were fed to our youth as the result of a secret pact between the plutocracy and the ‘gold woven suits’ at the record company? Can one not without trepidation see in one’s imagination the imitative banter of Wannsee,(34) of the Don’s Don downing on with Bruno Tattaglia deciding to hock narcotics so as to cull the supposedly soulless animals,(35) so as to fashion a state of yoked stupefied melancholy; preferring not bodies but the insomniac’s dreamless sea composed of useful monadic entropied minimals?
OH, are we served by our scribes composed of the strongest intellect, for despite anal-retentive bleats and protestations to the contrary, is it not the status quo ante that they serve rather than protect? And is it not true that in any nation that has sought to begin anew,(36) that it is the ivory tower, as it was with first born of Egypt, that a hot wind consumes? Be glad that God or philosopher is not angry with you, and discuss between yourselves the isosceles triangle's true measure; and with blindfold kowtow courteously to thy administration wringing every atom of gain from the exact meaning of “two pairs of two” at the government’s granted pleasure.
OH, but how the product of the contemporary corporate media reporter protects thee; yet isn't it plain to see that his ever-merging bestriding empire with every investment against adjustment does flee? Do we not find here investigational truth evermore fashionably drinking scotched uncouth, for it knows the line of curtsy sooth as it announces accurate tales of celebrity lives, hemorrhoid creams, salesman’s snakestones and pets as its best merges into the rest: an order of importance at its outermost border. Instead of the “Harvest of Shame,"(37) instead of bespeaking and thus betokening another day, does not the ingested tabloid foreclose the possibility of the “aught to:” an elevated standard being above the tally of waste from the sadder lethargic chronologist announcing the world as the daily police blotter?
And here’s to the medical establishment of our country: the truest true unsung paragons of virtue for all ye to see. Of course it is right that people need no alarm, for you are never everywhere disregarding Hippocrates’s admonition to “do no harm,” so please medicals ignore those plotting against thee seeing possibility in your past purloining sweet charm: the pocket-picking of a generation's life’s savings oh so effortlessly shortly before they buy the farm. And take comfort ye doctors once buying condo complexes that the HMO bureaucrat thumbing his pilfering nose is not now stealing your ability to proscribe even “what” and at “what dose.” So it goes that you shaking in lesser fee papered reeling do not see the price of greater greed’s seedling: the ride of a perpetual wheedling of and upon the official steadied steaded steed.
And let us not forget the emblematic man who runs the mortuary and cemetery: those lobbyers who will graciously embalm and plant thee ---modestly--- for the legally acceptable nine thousand dollar fee. Be contented you who are to lie without headstones under overgrow flat plaques that you are no longer worthy of a second’s mowing as you stretch out in your eternal dirt nap. And be sure John Doe to take ease for it is truly an untrue whispered canard that your slogging children after being so graciously freed from the “Death Tax” have considered the cost of living as they dig ta hole in the back yard.
And here’s for everyone involved in fomenting every spirit of the above proceeding; you endless number who unfairly get your sisters and brothers coming, going, and everywhere in-between. And isn’t it comforting to know that Hollywood’s gleemen is hocking sheen enriched libido relief as well as preparing the military bound semen by testifying to clearer-cut notions of manliness without true self-sacrifice, which is about as true and useful as most of the other coy artless artifice. And isn’t it wondrous that everywhere and all around that your human kin never bends to conscience, except when advantage is on the ground.
It is comfortable to believe that the Weimar Republic and its aftermath entailed a totally unique and atypical species of man, for it is upon his tail that we can tie the most infamous can. It is known that they dallied with that which was once held here as inalienable, accepting Hitler’s Blitzkrieg and perverse social imagination to grasp more breathing space using Prussian calculation. And yet, do we not tread heavily threatening a similar calamity by following such an example, bending the will of all to small interests thus enabling an oncoming technologically ubiquitous or a self-evident hand-biting cannibal?
Is not it always a truism that the direction of any man made organization is away from its intended purpose, from its intended beneficiaries, and from those in that organization that serve society, that is, as it divides itself and betrays its mission before the gods of possession, consequentiality, control, and position. Somewhere in the past, somewhere in the span of time, such forgets its reason for existence: to progressively assist man’s climb, and do we so innocent without examination throughout history not fuel its drive downward towards perdition’s highest social crime? Like Moses without knowledge man scales Sinai before the bright light always fearing his ensuing terrible ruin, but never for a moment does the thought occur to him that --unlike the burning bush-- it is the luminous artifice that is easily modified fearing his stare lest it be consumed; and if this is so where is the blowing telling true Stoics bygone croon: the cacophony of those who have always before sock it to the stultifying windless ease seems to have submerged in the gloom. (38) Somewhere within the modern organization is the erected hungry shackled domesticated winged toady beyond that of every other, for in protecting the lair this multiplying exclusive clubber is unable to truly see the intruder never deemed kindred brother. It is he who emboldens while wishing for but trembling at the thought of reclaiming his manhood by a revolt in the smallest degree, for he closely clings to the swelling colossus and knows the risk better than thee. And therefore is it not surprising that he becomes obligingly sadistically disposed, to every other who for even the briefest time plucks the ring from his nose? Any difference, defiance, or non-proscribed act signifying freedom challenges his way of existence, so we eventually get uniform channeled pack thought untrammeled by prudence or the least official resistance. Follow Barmen(39) and rule-for-rule's-sake lest Nurse Ratchet,(40) Beelzebub, or Satan moan; it is their due; it is expected from all ye below. This is what is expected, so be the unthinking cog and value and subsume the purposeful ever-swelling superficial triviality that busies, deflects, and defines the meritorious average, and pray to your God whom the most mischievous Nietzsche (41) has deemed dead that those on the stage feigning technical-sage deity will mitigate all collateral damage.
Throughout all time the faint churned echo: “Burn ye witch, burn;” it is neither “Deutschland, Deutschland, Uber alles's” unthinking followers nor the baneful pseudepigrapha (42) of generations, but Reich Fuhrer Schicklgruber to spurn. He is oh so blameworthy for gathering his ashen yield, and how easily man forgets that half of the selection died by the compliant hands of cultivated deferent ordinary men upon Europe's fields.(43) Be sure to always count your blessings and accept your measure as those on high ever more define and direct your worth, and be contented and deferent for you the meek after an indeterminate period of princely tutelage(44) shall inherit the earth. If given pause and reflection can one not help but see that the banality of evil feeds upon ever-refreshing miseries’ sources, but if this is true can man muster from within himself the reason to find better recourses?
Of course, you plutocrats and sycophants believe that you need not cry for your weaned, for your believe to have gleamed from experience that you progeny will not die in the forthcoming clash, so with diaphanous coy cupidity comfortably suppose yourselves properly born to be ‘booted and spurred’ (45) to ride the world upon its back, and be so enabled because few look beneath and truly grasp, that you have been surreptitiously busy tucking booty into overstuffed burlap sacks. Be sure to disregard that certain parts of the proceeds are beyond your ability to condolingly reach, for the bible neither mentions to the deaf four-horsemen nor can it seemingly other things teach, so discount that the profits are bolstering the harbingers of the most modern N.B.C.(46) battle, and as such ignore Aristotle’s hypothesizing that “only the dead have see the end of war” as nothing but a pessimistic dead Greek’s mere tangential prattle. Again as in the past you whistling past graves plan with stealth to shy away your own from the sweltering fray, but know that unlike the past that the consequences of your insatiable sins on this debased earth, will not pass over any (race, religion, class, or creed) as if it were another man’s deserved curse.
And so we now have near reached the rhyme’s end; traversing from vague to somewhat specific, and then back to vague again. All that the author asks as he concludes is that you never stop questioning or propagating a pondering brood, for truly in the end, only when you and your progeny question do you make this mixed up world a better friend.(47)
At six o’clock before the recurring midnight hour this has been the rebel’s yell; it may buck for Common Sense, but the plutocrat, orthodox, and bureaucratic modern man thinks it be a bat straight out of the fieriest hell.
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