No More Billionaires?

Some of us keep asking why the billionaires want even more money. (For example, the Koch brothers = $71,000,000,000+. How many times can they upgrade their bathrooms? Is there a restaurant that they can't afford?...afford to eat at?...afford to own?...)

The answer finally occurred to me while I watched the last few weeks unfold.

It's about power. Even that thought seems self-evident, but recent events have brought it screamingly into focus. The right-wing extremist billionaires (a very small community) want...they NEED...to control even more of the money...
They have made it clear that they already control a significant piece of our government...i.e. our lives...now. And they control it by buying it. Anyone who doesn't recognize this is either willfully/ideologically in denial or simply uninformed/stupid. But if they control even more of the money they will further solidify their control of everything...everywhere.

They will do anything...anything...including destroy your country...to eliminate the competition.

 http://www.nobillionaires.com/

Blood On the Portrait

I lived in Mpls on the day that Blood On the Tracks was released.

(I have personal stories about the night that the Mpls album tracks were recorded at Sound 80...I'll save the stories for another time.)

I was at the door of record shop Electric Fetus when they opened on that day. I crawled over the glass counter and bongs and papers to get to the shipping cases that hadn't been opened yet. I ripped them open myself to get at the first available copy in the Twin Cities of this album. I was desperate after lamentable tho' oddly interesting years of Dylan odds 'n' ends that included Self Portrait.

Today I'm in the Twin Cities again when Bootleg Vol 10 Another Self Portrait is released. And 40 years later I find myself at the Electric Fetus looking to buy the new release of Dylan ephemera from that Self Portrait era. I walk into the store through theft detectors, surrender my bag to a clerk, and find my way to the shelf of new CD releases. The new Dylan is already there as expected and costs $19. A sign suggests asking at the counter about the "deluxe" version. I encounter some stiff, arrogant clerks who show me the $100 deluxe version in a big box with a book and other stuff. I politely offer my credit card and obediently walk out with my $19 purchase.

Zeitgeist Strikes

A colleague and friend currently has this quote from composer Charles Seeger in the signature of his email: “If you judge the musicality of a nation, don't judge it by the presence of virtuosos. Judge it by the general level of the average person to make music.”

It got me thinking.

When the band Kiss showed up with their stage make-up a fan of mine sought me out to say, “So what? You were doing that a couple of years ago.”

When Bob Dylan showed up on stage in Renaldo & Clara wearing a mask someone leaned over to whisper to me in the theater, “Hey, look. Just like you do.”

When I watched the Residents from backstage in 1990, totally enjoying their stagemanship, the startling realization hit me: “Holy shit! This is just like what I was doing in 1972.”

Am I brilliant? Sure, but that’s not the point here. The nature and realities of media make them focus on singularities, but in fact the Zeitgeist strikes in many places at the same time.

Invisible

INVISIBLE
© Copyright 2012 by Gary Lee Joyner

Doctor:  And how are we today

The images I mount around me
Don’t work anymore
They don’t quell the burning flame
The rising volcanic pressure
And I remain Invisible

Doctor:  Invisible, you say

Invisible as a magician’s hidden payload
Invisible as pre-miracle silk scarves stuffed up a sleeve
Invisible as a terrified rabbit beneath the false bottom of an upturned hat
A blinding burn of flash powder and I remain Invisible

Doctor: I want to hear more
As a person, aha
As an artist, oho
As a creator
Whose gift and contribution
Is ignored by society, oh my
On the street people look through you
At a party people walk through you
At home your girlfriend sees through you
So you must be Invisible
Ah, but have you considered
The benefits of invisibility
You can live in a fog
You can come like the wind
And slip away in a mist
Think of what you can achieve
Think of what you can get away with
Most important of all
Think of….
But our time is gone
We’ll take it from there next week

Exquisite Media Corpse

If...if !!...you'd like to feel an impact of media (a plural word) bizarreness...

Put on a television broadcast with the sound down (you choose which, but a "news" show is a good place to start)...play a CD/mp3 album of your choice while watching...enjoy the ensuing antics/displacement/expanded-awareness that ensues with this truly surrealistic game in play.

It's not a comfortable activity of the sort the media (a plural word) want you to "enjoy"...

I'm doing it at the moment with ancient replays of The Lawrence Welk Show mixed with "today's news" while listening to Nic Bartsch's Ronin...

Oligarchy

Oligarchy...look this word up...study it...it's important to you...you live in an oligarchy.

A Balloon Reflecting the Moon

I practice meditation and I forgo sessions at my own risk.

Passing thoughts can seem to be invasive and disruptive during a meditation session. One learns that they needn’t be a problem. Passing thoughts can become part of the flow by letting them do just that—pass through. Rather than confront and combat the thought that intrudes one just looks at it with mild interest as the benign bit of nothingness that it is and then one watches it move on. It’s no more or less interesting than a balloon that floats through one’s field of vision and is then forgotten. Thirteenth century Zen master and poet Dogen described the situation beautifully and with characteristic brevity:

The moon reflected

In a mind clear

As still water

Even the waves, breaking,

Are reflecting its light.

(Translated by Steven Heine)