Established Marvel : a Monk by Abbreviation

1. LESSON LEARNING CATCHING UP WITH ITSELF -

Dear Poster Boy: The first thing you should know - RIGHT off the bat - is that this is not my primary blog. THE OTHER ONE IS ('I really want to get this started'). Go there first. That is the one which is numbered and much more important to me. You should be reading that first and steadily, and maybe only using this for secondary dips. That OTHER one is where my work is put, my 'sweat equity', if you will. That is the blog which has my serious writing; content, thought, creativity and format. This one, by contrast, is a simple case of mouthing off, straight-shooting and blasting at whatever and whomever I feel. OK? So then, enough said.

Here I am: 509 east 11th Street. Sick and tired of the moment, momentarily at least. I can't believe the crap that passes these days for what I have to pick from - effusive beauties with greasy teeth, broken-handed fey-boys wearing jodphurs and boots and looking like Ronald Reagan out cutting brush. Everybody runs to the Television God like goons on a campus of fools. Their names all ring bells : Jethro, Jared, Barry and Ted. There's nothing to do but NOD nod nod and listen : name after name of popular shithead personalities, plots of inane shows, twisted and anti-cultural climbers swerving towards their ignorance. 'Bob Dylan' blah, blah - fucking shape-shifting asshole creating stories from nothing and even Nat Hentoff blows the penny whistle too - Vestry Street Vesey Street - he's fooled them all. But all they want to do is [evidently] Boogaloo. That's their speed. That's his too - midget caretaker doctor of weed, fist-fucker of the constant urge. The first thing to go with these little bastards is the name : make something up, pile it on, make up an identity and sell it to the public, one bullshit story after another - and then tell people still something else anew. (Make up a story. Do what you do. Bubonic plague coming at YOU!). People have lived their entire lives without a knowledge of any of this stuff 'cept what they've heard around the water-cooler, and all of a sudden they're the TV experts of the century on stuff which suddenly is clear to them and makes sense : "He's funny! witty! And we understand him now too! All he used to do was MUMBLE!" (But Mama, if he would just DIE and seal up this petty career).

And then around from the 4th Street corner comes Dave Van Ronk and Phil Ochs and ME - swatting flies all the way to 11th Street next to Paradise Alley right where I lived when someone tells me there's a dead body in my steamer trunk - the very foot-locker that my grandaddy came over with or something like that and now they've stuffed it with Billy Joe and Holly or one or the other, and they used to live just upstairs from me in a hovel all their own - but trading places (back then) meant something much different and drugs were the draw and the drawer was filled with drugs - thanks to Andy Bonamo undercover narc FBI plant stoolie and some other kid with a left-handed trigger finger peeling tens like pennies from the cat at the door and he says "never paid a month's rent with money y'see - and that bastard outside thinks he's gunning for me but I got his number here on the third floor - I can plink him in an instant and they'd never find the blood" : but that was too long ago Suzi Rotolo. Sheeut man! I knew 'em all - Imiri Baraka before he was that and Philip Guston after. All that was a long time ago. ('But I was so much older then...').

"How is it that a dead body can get in the wrong funeral parlor?" I asked that once of two yokels in Bangor Pennsylvania and all they did was laugh hysterically. What I meant was that there were TWO funeral parlors of the same name in that rinky-dink town and my friend's body was - evidently - in the OTHER one. Well, we did eventually find it; but as much as they laughed, that's as much as we thought about it ALL THE WAY HOME.

I used to be the tiniest bit involved in local politics, until I found out politicians were all liars. They sat me down one night, around a large rectangular table, the entire group of local pols seething with the resentment of those who run scared and are afraid of change, and asked me question after question - much as happens on a larger scale in any of the media bullshit circus hearings for justices or appointments to administrations - and I realized (to be sure) that what these clowns were actually doing was making sure that I did not possess ANY, not one, individual, unique or authentic thought about anything. They were shit-scared that I would become not THEIR candidate but my own candidate and thus represent the 'people' amidst whom I lived (who were, of course viewed NOT as 'people' but as pliable and stupid interest groups and vote-mobs to be manipulated, lied-to, stolen from, etc., all in order to maintain incumbency and all the rest). There isn't a political person around who cares a damn about the people they represent - and if they say they do they're STILL lying. I've seen it from the inside-out (my candidacy for 'Mayor' lasted two days. I was dropped like news of the plaque once my name and story hit the newspapers. I was told there were people in town who 'wanted my head.').

In the town I live, they have, in fact, the audacity to televise the local town meetings, held every other Monday night, (they used to be televised 'LIVE' but now that too has been stopped because (it was said) they wished to prevent people 'grandstanding' in front of the cameras for television). The truth of the matter was that they wanted to air NO live opposition to their bullshit. It was more and more apparent that the small cabal of thieves whores and wenches who ran these meetings (male and female ones too) were always underway with the doing of what they wished - no matter any opposition - and in order to do so they'd belittle, abuse or shame the opponents publically while at the same time bring in any fetid assortment of oldsters, dowdy seniors, male lackeys and their wives - whomever they could - to bloviate before the cameras and effusively praise those in power for their banal efforts at whatever it is the bastards did. It became a hideous spectacle - and if you don't believe me I'll take you to any of ten people who'll vouch for the situation as described. The town is being ransacked and run by liars and cheats. The smiling faces with which it is done make it all the more cheesy, cheap, despicable and criminal. Someday, the truth will out, as is said. I hope I'm there to choke the bastards too. You see, these people will die off before too long, and their stench and rotten story lines (one can hope) will pass away with them - and we'll have their graves to piss on. Oh, yeah, they asked ME to run for mayor. They came after me, I didn't go to them - and then when they found out I was a free-number with ideas of my own, they ran like monkeys. Just goes to show...

In the bookstore I work at, one day we were told we had to take and move, or make sure that, any copy of the Koran for sale in our Islam religion section was on shelving which was higher than three feet (or maybe it was four feet, I actually forget) from the ground - as the Koran cannot be closer to the ground than that or it is deemed sacriligious or whatever the Muslim equivalent of that is. So we raised them up. I asked if that meant that a Muslim child of less than that height could not hold or walk while holding a Koran, and was told yes, that's exactly what it means. That sure seems like a stupid stipulation to me - worrying (once again) about the 'appearance' of things rather than the REALITY of the things themselves. As if any LORD would care about a human measurement or a positioning of the material object representing the Word or whatever. It reminded me of the extreme reactions of really dense and stupid people - of which there are just as many, believe me, of the Christian faith - who regard slavish dedication and fealty to fixed, artificial and rather random rules about things and allow that to take over their lives. Much like the Catholics who make the sign of the cross on their heads as they walk by a church. What fealty to what motivation is that? GOD is watching sacred ground? Making sure the servile pig passing makes the sign of the cross? Measuring and ascertaining the exact angle of walk and distance which delineates walking IN FRONT of an edifice? I think not - GIVE ME in fact A BREAK!! If GOD does not play dice with the universe (Einstein) neither does He measure its rank and file as they walk to and fro. Get that? And, in addition, by the Relativity of God, there would be no 'front of' the church - angles intersect and in the cosmic wheel all things blur. GET REAL.

I'm so tired of stupid shits - every one of them at every one of their appointed tasks. Doesn't it seem that there are no original thinkers any more - no one to call what is IS and what isn't ISN'T? We're run by the monsters of assembly hall and school, the hooded masters of thought and conjecture, the Big Brothers of the manacle'd oppression. Call it religion, call it education, call it whatever you will - it's all CONTROL and massive fraud. (Don't believe a word you hear until you source it out yourself)....

I want to go back a little to that political spiel from a moment back. The reason politicians are assholes is that they deal in a completely one-dimensional fashion with our essential multi-dimensional reality and they neither realize nor understand that fact. Their outlook is retarded, and they look at the world and the issues in a manner bespeaking someone possessed of great disabilities and extremely arrested development. Then, once they find a coterie of like-minded individuals (which is NOT, believe you me, difficult at all to do) they're 'off', so to speak. Speaking to one another, in that mental-case shorthand only they can do. They seek and demand control, and in the most psychotic fashion they seek and demand that everyone else adapt those same viewpoints - then they have the leverage and the power to implement those retarded underpinnings into the lives of others ; taxation (which is, essentially, theft), rules, regulations, procedures, obfuscation, and all the rest of the fucked-up nomenclature by which literal-minded pols sweep reality away. Let's go back : George Orwell, doublespeak, Brave New World, Aldous Huxley, ideological dogmas, stilted and forced world-views, communism, Marxism, democracy-ism (American shorthand for totalitarianism). Everything is shaded towards death and slavery. No one cares. People are idiots. You can take your pick. There are 12,ooo years of torrid history lines to prove my point. The Bible and God can act as textbooks to this savagery, if you so wish.

The only 'Savagery' we should look forward to is the savagry of the day when the cultural, creative, light-sword-wielding masses rise up and smite these forms of pestilence in the name of the One True Constant - the creative and eternal life-force which is our Godhead. Gibbets, crosses, crucifixion-hills and torture palaces in Hell are already set-up for these one-dimensional political types who go through life understanding nothing and forcing the same on others. Their eternal damnation is already written. They will die not once, not twice, but a hundred times.

OK. So much for that. Confucius had a theory, a plank, called 'The Rectification of Names'. It has always made very good sense to me. It goes (sort of) like this : The Kingdom has a ruler. That ruler, when he loses Harmony with himself and his Spirits - (when he starts going wrong and begins debasing the people he rules) - then things of the Kingdom start going wrong - the people are dis-satisfied, events are foul, disasters take place. The meanings lose their meanings. All because of the essential mis-understandings which rule things (the 'Dis-harmony'). The only way to perfect things anew is to rectify the names, the words with which things have been mis-used. In other words, as in my town here, 'Metuchen', no longer being Metuchen - having been messed with, changed, altered and fouled - should be name-changed to something else. For it NO LONGER exists. The new onus of error should be on the heads of the pricks who did this. O'BrienVille, or whatever. Newark, being no longer Newark, should name-change - on and on it goes. Unless Harmony is brought back into the picture, nothing will work. The 'Ruler' must find enlightenment, must bring back the Harmony which once prevailed. (Of course, in today's day and age this cannot be done. We are so so far from point zero that to begin again would be akin to returning to a stone-age of material civilization, which NO ONE would tolerate). The reason for that is because we have let EVIL, plain and simple, take over and rule events. It's a sad and sorry spectacle. It needs a 'Bearer of Light' to make it right. But we cannot, on the other hand, be afraid of blood-letting. (Hey, I'm beginning to sound like a modern-day Essene).

I think camps should be set up. Places of re-education, perhaps even torture and death. Entertainment figures, the entire entertainment industry, should be the first in. Each and every one of the jerks should have their fingernails pulled and be staked to the ground until they relent. Then the false-medical industry. Then the usurers, the ad-men, the coddlers of deficient people, the liars, the false. I'm only getting started. Rightness and Light must prevail. We've been snookered for thousands of years now by the likes of the malfeasant miscreants who've stepped in and taken over. Distraction rules the day. If a person MISUNDERSTANDS life itself, and lives that misunderstood life, he or she should die. It's really that simple. They're already dead eternally anyway.

Do you not think that mental consciousness creates and affects (and effects) the world around us? We are amidst the reality we have created - both singularly and as a mass. You must live by the light, and only then will you have peace and health and goodness and satisfaction.