A WHOOPER SWAN'S DIARY: 09/04/21

THE STORY OF JOHNNY WHOOPER SWAN We go to school trusting our parents. We meet a teacher there who stands up front with a big desk, and a pointer. She or he trains us in an authoritative manner. We attach mentally to a life long need for authority in order to live lives successfully. Right so far? In my case, at the age of 25 I was ready to enter the practice of law where I hoped for success and a happy life finally. Very shortly, very shortly, I became anxious. There was a foreboding. I was made more uncomfortable with each experience. Law work is nothing like what I was told it would be. The system is corrupt. But I still cling to my expectation that career success is necessary to my happiness as a man. Each day my grasp of what the fuck success amounts to after all becomes more clouded, murkier. I hear songs on the airwaves and at concerts which describe my life as the life of a fool. What am I becoming? I want to rip off my business suit to run naked in the street with my hair on fire! But I am too afraid. In strange, weird (weird comes from a word meaning wise), fragmented steps I go about a journey of my own believing myself to be the first man to have failed in such a total way which journey works so as to break up my career, end a marriage, and start an entirely new way of relating with my two children whom I love deeply. Almost magically I meet a woman who is a career counselor who asserts a beautiful message that I am made to be joyful in my work everyday and at all levels. This understanding sets me on a completely new course. It is no longer a world of systems to me but an undivided one of unlimited beauty. It reminds me of a painting. A true masterpiece. I am drawn from within to learn the truth about my identity and nobody else can teach me that. From this point onward I will use thinking capacity for mastering mechanical processes and follow my heart, which includes my whole nature, which includes your whole nature and that of every human being for all the rest. I’ll go by the name Johnny Whooper Swan who does not explain itself to anyone. By my fruits shall I be known. Watch me soar!

Saturday, September 4, 2021

Shoot At You Now

Well, I can shoot back at you now and you can try to shoot me again

What fuckin’ good will it do?

If we both fight to win

only to find out nobody has

and that nobody kin?

So, let’s talk it over, it’s that important, besides,

ending a life is, after all, the granddaddy of sin.

So, you tell your captain you choose to be friendly. I’ll do the same.

Look, this trouble started out as another’s wish and desire to gain property and power-

and I went along when I chose to accept the money and promises of more to come and that motive brought me right up to this hour.

Weapon pointed at a stranger who maybe got here the same way as me, now I see,

the same muddled-up, confused thinking always leads to places we do not want to be.

And has just now led me to certain knowledge no man who thinks and acts like this will ever be free. Can anyone be? Please reassure me.

Do I need to be assured of that answer before I am willing to just stop, look and see?

J Whooper Swan 2021

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Note: Can this be mimed? Perhaps behind singer of the words? Or, without words?