Roseanne’s Vote for Trump

Another thing you all have to understand, at least especially you Donna, is you’re spending all your time in this non-dimensional 2-dimensional space that is the internet, speaking to people at a remove, whose lives you are not intertwined with. I notice that problem a lot on the Left, I hear it on NPR and even see it in other previously very deep and reputable venues like The New Yorker. The Left has become an elite, much like the bulk of the Democratic Party, with money, quick to call out those not like them or agreeing with them. I can see why the “forgotten” working people of the midwest feel alienated and angered by them, who are suffering and struggling with real problems every day. And Roseanne and Dan Connor represent and give voice to such people. Wait till you see Joey and Giselle Stivic in my The New All In The Family if you think it can’t happen. Look in the mirror first before you condemn. Roseanne, whatever craziness she’s come to off screen, is someone bringing it back to what really matters—family, honesty and human values. I don’t think either the actor or the character was or will ever be a bona fide Republican, just a woman always in rebellion, always her own person, giving voice to so many unheard people, such as Mark, her grandson, who dresses a little too colorfully for a struggling midwestern working class town (Darlene, her daughter and his mom, had raised him in Chicago and had to move the family back to small town USA when she lost her job, proof itself that the Trump “boom” has too many holes in it, as everywhere I turn, people are broke, struggling, losing their jobs, unprepared to re-invent themselves and start a business as many millenials are doing now). The most touching scene is when Roseanne says to Mark, you must choose your battles and is this a battle you’re willing to fight? To which Mark, in character with his own independent minded mom, Darlene, played by Sara Gilbert, says unequivocally yes. I would look for Mark, with his bright smile (a smile is like the sun on a bright day) to be a powerful force to be reckoned with on the show in the upcoming episodes. Roseanne clearly accomplished what she set out—to challenge and provoke all of you armchair liberals–and conservatives—who want easier answers to life’s reality, which is far more, way more complex than can be expressed online in any social media post.

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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

Kindness is the Only Parachute 

As I approach my final preparations for my jump off the cliff,

Remember this:

The only useful and effective parachute is the Bodhisattva Way.

Be there for and acknowledge the true self of others and they will support you where gravity won’t.

miss-ing

It’s Saturday night 

when lovers are in each other’s sight. 

but we can’t be together 

because we have to work day and night.

My biggest goal to start 2014:

My biggest goal to start 2014:

I MUST FIND, MEET & REALLY INSPIRE THAT ONE PERSON, THOSE SEVERAL PEOPLE, WHO WILL GET THE HUMAN BEAUTY OF THIS WORK (my screenplay(s), DNC Chairman, Gerri and the other sequels) & IS ABLE TO TURN THIS STORY FROM THE PAGE TO LIVE IN THE HEARTS OF BILLIONS.