The Melancholy Of Anatomy: News II

“News” is here to make you afraid. To fill you with Fear.

Ebola eye-bleeding the president on TV ISIL beheading drought policeman truncheon big black buck knife foam-fleckedold-man-laughing Mesicans streaming cross the border anti-abortion vaginal probes even up your anus all the water through climate change gone Chinese descending in parachutes Mongol Russians roll tanks polar bears howl on icebergs there Are No Jobs burger-meat this week $5 a pound Someone Looked At Me Nasty probably They have an ebola or sarin bomb This Means for sure The End Times.

Shut the shit off.

In your own life, away from the “news,” are people trying to kill you? Steal away your domicile? Extinguish all of you and yours? At least even, even mildly, dis you?

Or does the world look mighty much finer, when you just regard what is, around you, rather than get sucked into the “news” room, which is dedicated to gathering up and spewing, non-stop, each day, the very worst that human beings are doing to each other, from and on and atop each four corner of this here earth?

Truth is, here in the real world, everybody is pretty much okay.

Everybody is pretty much this guy:

A man has two legs. He’ll build a house—from cellar to rooftop, with his own hands. He’ll put seeds in the ground. He’ll watch the sun and the rain at work. He’ll take a woman to bed. He’ll find enough tenderness and love to get him through the day. You’d think that man deserved a little something. You’d think that man was worthy of a jot or two of sympathy and consideration. You’d think that maybe someone would say, Let’s just let him alone for a while, and see what he can do.

But what “news” does, is concentrate on the aberrants, the bad mutants, the freakazoids, the let’s-eat-brains people, the serial killers of the various worlds’ armed forces, to try to make you all fear fear fear.

Fuck that.

The world is a nice place. And so are the people in it.

Except the people, you find in the “news.”

Duality is such bullshit: there are, in truth, in reality, so many shades.

But here, in this world, on this planet, at this present time, people want most often to see it, all of what “it” is, in opposing twos.

That is why, in all your finest songs poems literature art etc, you see it—all, the world—in terms of “love” and “fear.”

But hey: dividing it like that: if you have to have twos: into “love” and “fear”: I guess that’s a good start.

I guess. : /

Then you go “furthur,” as the Kesey bus did—always—say.

When we did the show up in Portland—to give you an idea of someone who passed—some businessman, just walkin’ around on the street, came in; we charged a buck, and for a buck you got to see us make all our noise, and the Dead make all their noise, and anything else that happened.

This guy was in a suit, and he had an umbrella. He got the customary cup of stuff. And about midnight, you could see him really get ripped.

Somebody who’d probably never been anything but drunk on beer. But he looked around, and he saw who he isall these strange people, and he looked down, and the spotlight was showing down on him, and he saw his shadow.

And he stands up straight, puts that umbrella over his shoulder, and he says:

“The king walks.”


“The king turns around.”


“Now the king will dance.”

William Blake, wandering in his garden, nodding to the angels, he did say, that the problem, here on this Earth, was that the doors of perception, they have not been cleansed.

Yeah, well, mine: they’ve been cleansed.

As have yours.

I see you, as you really are. As you also, when you really look, see yourselves.

All of you are naked. All of you are alive. All of you are awake. All of you are without fear.

And all of you—kings, queens—are dancing. Into the great wide open.


12 Responses to “The Melancholy Of Anatomy: News II”

  1. 1 Miep October 11, 2014 at 12:28 am

    Hey, ho; nobody home. Mercury is fully into retrograde. I shall finish my 57th year next week, much to my surprise. I plan to celebrate by drawing orchids on the ceiling.

    • 2 bluenred October 13, 2014 at 12:57 am

      57 is about 12 more years than 95% of the people who ever lived on the planet were even on the far outside of extended life gifted.

      So, be happy in it. ; )

      I like the orchid-painting idea. Post pictures. ; )

      • 3 Miep October 13, 2014 at 1:16 am

        I’ll see what I can do.

        I’m just finishing up reading Atwood’s Oryx and Crake trilogy. This involves, among many other plot and theme elements, genetically engineered neo-humans, the female humans of whom become fertile once every three years, at which time all the adult male’s penises turn blue. They then all approach the woman with flowers. She chooses four men, they go off and have an orgy. Nobody knows who the father is, the rejected suitors have no hard feelings. When a boy matures he thinks of himself as a man with blueness and strength.

        • 4 bluenred October 13, 2014 at 1:26 am

          Blueness. ; ) Cool.

          It’s rare that anyone really knows for true who their father is. There was some years back a UK study of a limited but fairly large population that determined via DNA that about 10% of people thought their father was somebody he actually was not. For there had been, on the part of the moms, some silent “straying.” The study-meisters concluded this threw into complete chaos every traditional genealogical chart on the planet.

          Women are not only naturally multi-orgasmic, but are meant to be multi-partnered. For, as Mark Twain observed, women continue to burn, even as the male’s candle flickers out.

          • 5 Miep October 13, 2014 at 1:35 am

            It’s a pretty neat trilogy if you like futuristic stuff. Reminds me of “Earth Abides” in some ways. The oral history angles are especially well done. And like that book, it ends on a happy note.

            Junot Diaz is wonderful. I really liked “Drown.” The way he intersperses English and colloquial Spanish as it suits him is excellent. Why cater to ignorant gringos?

            • 6 bluenred October 13, 2014 at 2:53 am

              I think I read Earth Abides when I was like 11. Have reread it several times since. Very in-pulling. Lived in that world, many times. Even know, personally, the rock cairn in Berkeley under which they shelter in the fire. Took my daughter there once. Just down the road from Greil Marcus’ place. Though what these days I find most interesting about it is that, like all the apocalyptic books, the reader naturally identifies with the 1% who are survivors, rather than the 99% who go into the grave. Rather like the lefties who too eagerly await the apocalypse. Thinking, naively, they will somehow be of the elect who survive. And thrive.

              Latinas, many of them, they don’t much like Diaz, as a person. They say he’s a pig.

              • 7 Miep October 13, 2014 at 3:07 am

                The dead have no story to tell in post-apocalyptic tales. I’m fascinated by ideas of how cultures evolve though.

                Diaz is no doubt hostile to women. Never meet the artist. He’s a striking writer though.

                Youtube has made it annoyingly difficult to sign in. If I can work it out with this kludge I will watch Stroszek again.

  2. 8 Miep October 11, 2014 at 2:31 am

    Also: The Internet is full of crazy, and at this point I’m boxing it down to what sort of crazy encourages me to get on with my life in a manner that leaves me happier and calmer, and what sort of crazy just keeps getting in the way of all that.

    • 9 bluenred October 13, 2014 at 1:10 am

      There can be, at least in this country—as contrasted with, say, China, where people passing text messages back and forth to one another may watch, in real time, as said messages simply suddenly evaporate into nothingness—on the intertubes anything at all.

      That is both a good thing, and a thing of Danger Will Robinson.

      For one may spend all day, and all of the night, in a Reality where, for example, lizards from outer space occupy the bodies of all powerful earthling people, evil plotting Jews laughed and laughed as they sent planes into the Twin Towers on 9/11 and then gobbled up all the money on the stock market, the Russian punk band Pussy Riot is a tool of London bankers, climate change is a phony farce perpetrated by Oil people who are meanwhile killing us with chemtrails and flouride, Obama (a lizard) is rubbing his hands (paws?) with glee as he deliberately foists ebola upon all and every white American . . . etc., etc. . . . you’ve seen the pictures.

      Anyone in dirty underwear with pretty much all their screws loose can write whatever they want on an intertube.

      I’d rather hear a bird.

      In them there Olden Times, European mapmakers, in denoting areas of the planet where they weren’t sure what was going on, would inscribe the legend: “Here Be Dragons.” I think it’s wise to regard the intertubes in this way.

  3. 11 sally October 11, 2014 at 11:58 am

    and Blake said: “we are put on earth a little space that we may learn to bear the beams of love.” Love to you and your followers. xoxox

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