Nothing 6

I watched recently a film depicting the rich mythology of the American Indians. White man (what is intended by the term is those people of lighter skin who imagine ourselves to be separate and different from people of darker skin color) teaches the world that he is a member of a culture that represents a departure from primitive ways into a modern world of interesting opportunities for advancement.

As I see it, when people grow bored and anxious, they fall prey to any force that promises relief. What culture offers, as it is practiced, is a multitude of distractions. What red culture offered is a difficult quest by each individual to discover inner power of the person with the promise of fulfillment as a human being through self realized abundance of a different kind altogether. Once the lighter skins also taught this other way to their children and grandchildren. No longer. The way to be a true human being rather than an entertainment freak is the difference I see.

In 1492, a lot of bored, mentally unsettled young men in Europe were roped into a plan as a disciplined, trained and armed force crossing the Atlantic in boats in search of riches. The nature of the adventure is well documented torture and rape and pillage and enslavement and murder of millions of people. I was born 450 years after the bloody affair began and after all the people of a darker skin color throughout North and South America had been subjugated to a life in service to the dominant white culture. At the present time, the entertainment freaks are way out in the lead, worldwide. They have a web you have attached yourself and your family to. Like a spider, it catches prey quite effectively. That's about the size of it. The people caught in the web believe they have found freedom and praise the spider and bow to it.

Amazing, how the other way hangs around, though. Tough little bastard, I reckon. Undeniable. It attracts the hearts of people; and at its own pace. I am certainly grateful for the chance that came my way at a critical point in my life to catch a ride with the soaring bird of the winged life. So, I do not recommend any attempt to change those freaks, but the undertaking of a difficult quest by each individual to discover inner power of the person. Perhaps, in that way, some others will be inspired to rise above the ashes of the suffering world.

Nothing 5

Some special quality I experience in a person makes me label that one a friend of mine. It is not the name or the address or the credentials, or the values and traditions, or the looks, or even the personality. It is in spite of all that. A friend is one I have beheld as timeless, nameless purity.

“What ever do you mean by purity?” you may ask. Fuck, I don't know. And, that's it! Purity cannot be anything else.

So, now I am contented to look at people searching for that nameless purity, and nothing else, until I see it. Whenever I see it, I shall embrace it! If I should never again see that person as my friend, so be it. It means that one has decided to hide the friend within from me. As a waterfall contains a power of awesome strength a human being contains a nameless purity of soul.

A true friend cannot be anything else. 

DYLAN'S DIFFERENT, All RIGHT

Why has it been the rule that so many...all...other performers, singers, musicians who work with and know Bob Dylan say, “He's a very private person” when asked to talk about him?

My take on it is that what he is about, has always been about, is so alien to others, even ones who do what appears to be the same work as he does, that they can only express it as, he's different. That much is clear to them. Among the paid commentators, and critics, who philosophize, disgrace, and criticize all fears, some try to go deeper and settle on reporting that he was able in the space of a performance to enter into a song and live through it and that is what the audience who got him saw and heard and felt, and to an extent it's true, but, the real power of Dylan, the private person, lies in the fact he is singing what he lives all day in the hope you, the listener, will also know you are what he is telling you you ought not be...do not have to be, and that telling is not in the music nor the words of the song but from the core of it, making use of music and lyrics, live, onstage, to arouse his audiences- arouse us on our own behalf….for example, the early Dylan, known as the folksinger, sang a song entitled No More Auction Block For Me. For many it is a disagreeable noise that goes right past them and does not apply to them, they believe. For the rest it is heard as a song calling on white people to recognize the plight of black slaves and rise up to the cause of abolition. A very few realize this singer knows about real freedom and knows we, the white folks, do not have it, but could, and just as the black person who has thrown off his chains sings, we could sing. Dylan never served the music business. All those others did...and do still. In closing, is it not so that the slaveholder is as much a slave as the ones he believes to be his human property? Have you never watched a dog train its master on a walk in a city park? Or, watched a child train a parent? An employee train an employer? For Heaven's sake, have you never realized even for a moment how much you serve your cell phone? Your watch? To me, Dylan sings that none of these relationships are real, just a waste of precious time.

Dylan is a true friend. Oscar Wilde said, “A true friend will stab you in the front.” I sometimes miss my true friend. I miss the gifts sent my way. The music. The images. The messages from a secret heart cavern. I thought these things this morning early while watching dawn break in an imperceptible motion of lights. Decided to tell you. Please stab me some more.