POETRY: An Inconvenient Truth

If you have an extremely like me, being a man with a voracious appetite for life, to be anywhere and do anything, and life somehow not wanting to accept that and pushing back hard with the time and chains of poverty, bad luck and illness, with every minute marked out for something and always running over into time marked for something else, or more often, the vast realm of impossibility, poetry and you are simply just not cut out for each.

But, nay, there’s the rub. For the more of life you are in, the better the poetry gets, kind of like never getting the best pictures because how in heaven are you able to reach for that camera or phone when even your two hands (never enough, I think) can barely manage to hold onto the oars and the boat to make it through and you usually end up overturning into the oncoming, never stopping water anyway. 

I don’t remember much of what I read or what my teachers said in class as a young student, so naive and ignorant of the true ways of the world, but something I still believe as an immortal and unchangeable truth impressed me when a college professor compared the Roman writers, Ovid and Cicero, saying (most of you probably never heard of Ovid) that Ovid spent most if his time in the library while Cicero was put in life, among people, and of course a competitive reading of both authors is, as they say, history. I suggest you read both authors as I imaginr most of you haven’t.

Yes, poetry, thought and imagination, are always rude interruptions to the very thing which bore them, life itself. But, like our children, neither liking nor accepting the rules and schedules we arbitrarily impose on them, who either eventually subdue us and get their way and their freedom, or are borne down on so hard that we eventually break and turn into our corporate overlords at both ends of our paycheck a willing and submissive servant whose lights have been sufficiently put out to never question authority or peer pressure, poetry will either subdue us into it’s life of art or be snuffed out never to return, at least the idea it gave you. (There goes my blood sugar monitor alarming me and sniffing out this inspiration, like so many others that got lost in dark, invisible energy. Will have to leave off and return.)

I’m back. In 4 minutes, it will be time to wake up the kids and do gongyo. There goes poetry, like a mistress that comes in the night in a dream. I guess the interrupted nature of this piece will serve as an example worth 1,000 words. Besides, I’ll bet most of you are either impatient or already passed me on for someone else. At any rate, I use the time I chant to try to surrender any creative ideas while chanting daimoku (NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO) because NAM MYOHO RENGE KYO, being mystic (myo) is sublime and it makes both my chanting and my writing better so now what you’ve been seeing is my new enchantment.

Could be what appears to be the imminent presence of a new real woman in my life. I wrote the 600 pages of DNC Chairman when I was married, and my wife took care of many of my basic animal needs, so I could take care of my soul’s. I made myself write an hour a day and all day Sundays so I could get a masterpiece out before the 2008 Election. I often sat, from the scheduled, forced nature of it, in front of the computer screen, without a clue, because, as you know, if you’re still with me, poetry or art, does not like being on the clock. Nonetheless, I found with all that time which I don’t have the luxury of these days, that if you do force it, it starts to write itself. Besides, half the time or more, what I had written up to then, inspired me with so many ideas and spirit of what should come next.

At any rate, I’m 6 minutes for wake up and gongyo so


Where the Real Taxes Are Coming From. The Real Taxes You Can’t Avoid.

Because this is such an important issue that Americans are being deceived about day after day, I felt it was important to share with you this scene from DNC Chairman, A Scripted Novel, that is not going to be in the movie, Gerri. These fictional events, based on reality, take place in 2008 just before the crash:

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●Gerri:  New Jersey? [show New Jersey in white with writing of “15 electoral votes” and “Harrison 39%, Blik 35%”.]  Aren’t they a dyed-in-the-wool Democratic state?
George:  The voters there are upset over big property tax hikes.  They don’t like any talk of taxes of any kind even if it’s taxes of a different kind.  They just hear the word taxes and they want to run.  There’s a lot of financial insecurity but to them government spells either financial—added financial burden in the form of taxes or tax relief.
Patty:  Maybe you should tone down your rhetoric about taxes.
Gerri:  What?  How would Mike feel hearing you compromise like this?
Patty:  Mike’s not here.  Are you sure you want to risk getting all idealistic about helping one another out when it could cost us the largest block of undecided—and easiest to win—electoral votes?
Gerri:  You see, that’s the kind of calculating thinking that got me in trouble before.  Let me just state my case honestly and succinctly.  We’ve gained through the way I’ve been talking more than before.
Patty:  Yeah, but a lot of it’s the sympathy vote based on Mike getting into this accident.  They feel sorry for you.  Especially after the thing with John.  It’s like a steamroller of events that make people feel sympathetic.  It’s not necessarily the way you’re talking.
Gerri:  Good.  I like that.  I like that you’re taking the initiative and thinking things through.  I still want to be very careful about giving up on talking honestly about what I think really matters most to all Americans.  You see, I understand what makes people go nuts in these places like New Jersey and Colorado about taxes.  Even though the other things are hurting them a lot more in most cases, they think they’re free because they’re making the choice to purchase these items.  They don’t think they’re making the choice about taxes and they don’t think it benefits them.  They think it goes to someone else.  That’s the middle class lament.  The reality is, however, that taxes, when spent properly, the way I intend to spend them, they benefit everybody because more money on education means less crime which means less taxes to build prisons and feed the prisoners.  Instead, these people can be self-sufficient, being part of the economy.  I understand them feeling that the voting booth is the only time they have the choice over this money, and that’s true—once the votes are cast, they have no choice until there’s a new Congress or a new President.  But are they really free about the money they’re spending on energy, in the form of gas at the pump, the cost of heating a home?  Are they really free about the amount of money they have to spend each month to either keep up a home or pay to stay in an apartment?  Even their communications bill, their phone and internet service, has become such a vital part of how we live today.  How can you say you really have a choice?  In a truly competitive market—which America has not been since competition was deregulated during the 1980s—there is enough flexibility to give the buyer as much freedom as possible.  But even in that situation, he or she still has to face the fact that they’re going to have a set amount of expenses each month that they have no control over.  In today’s America, they have absolutely no control of the money the private sector takes from them while the private sector has all the control.  If they realized that, then they wouldn’t get all jittery about the word taxes.  They’d realize that the real taxes and burdens they’re being strapped with are from the Republican private sector.
George: Well, anyway, most voters don’t think like that and that’s why you’re in trouble in places like New Jersey, Colorado, Wisconsin…
●Gerri:  Wisconsin?
George:  That’s the beer capital of America.  That prattling on you did about taxing alcohol and placing stiff penalties on drinking and driving didn’t go over well with the folks at Anheuser-Busch.