is only a matter
speaks for itself.
How old am I? Is that the Question? Well, I was born in 1960.
So, what year is it again?
Me? I'm the guy you are apt to find still standing, mouth open, screaming, long after everyone else has sat down, closed their mouths, and turned their thoughts to other things . . .
"Beware the military industrial complex?" Who said that?
I remember a young boy in shorts hemmed just
above the knee, his hand in the hand of his mother, following quietly
behind a black, horse drawn, artillery caisson. In the back there was
a flag. Beneath the flag there lay a coffin. In the coffin there lay a man:
a father, a husband, a son. It was November, 1963.
I remember Walter Cronkite on the evening news, body counts conducted in tall grass, and three flags depicted beside a column of three numbers; North Vietnam, South Vietnam, United States. We looked almost nightly for the evening scorecard. The dead, the wounded, the missing.
I remember a columnist for the Boston Globe labeled Oliver Stone a 'conspiracy theorist' in tones of derision in the late 1990s.
I remember the Assassination Records Review Board ended their task - job incomplete.
I would like to try to explain a few things, like the purpose and intent of this site, and I guess this is as good a place as any. It's hard to know what to say exactly, but the poetry is here, and some of it does speak for itself - some of it might actually be good stuff, literary stuff, things that can stand alone over some brief span of time. I guess the few pieces that meet that qualification don't really need much explanation.
Much of what I have written, whether good, bad, or just plain ugly, has been an act of dissent.
There is much that is known and widely accepted, and yet resistance to that knowledge has been widespread and organized. Things like Global Warming - credible scientists now claim the debate over if has ended, it is only a question of when, and how much. Yet a chief auto industry executive just a week or so ago [3/2008] claimed the entire debate was no more than a form of 'political correctness' applied to science and public policy. Not only was the claim made, it was printed in what might be otherwise classified as mainstream news media. It was the same regarding Gulf War Syndrome. I'll be uploading a Congressional Report from 1997 about Gulf War Syndrome, because I think there are some important lessons to be learned. Even in the face of tremendous human suffering, resistance to fact, denial of truth, can be overwhelming.
Five years after publication of the report one of it's architects, then Congressman [now Senator] Bernard Sanders, independent, Vermont, was still being derided in the 'mainstream' press, albeit in what I would call a subtle, passive-aggressive sort of way. I presume the intent was not to inform so much as it was to shape thought and sow doubt. To chastise a politician for telling the truth, even with all subtlety, seems undemocratic, counterproductive, and even un-American.
I think it is important to note that resistance to certain kinds of fact, even when that knowledge is soundly based in science and widely accepted; even when that knowledge forms the basis for the amelioration of human tragedy on a mass scale, resistance may yet persist behind a facade of credibility. I think it is important to note that even the fields of medicine and mental health may become complicit through silence, through inaction, even through unethical behavior, as was demonstrated countless times over, compounding the suffering of those stricken by Gulf War Syndrome. Adherence to one simple principle, "first do no harm," would have reduced the magnitude of this tragedy - eliminating it completely for many thousands at the outset, while for many thousands of others it would have made their suffering more tolerable. The use of the pb pill; the denial of the symptomology; neither were necessary, nor ethical.
Then there are things that are known and yet not widely discussed nor well understood. I refer to various aspects of human engineering. Donald A. Norman documents in his book Psychology of Everyday Things that we know, today, how a simple change in 'procedure' may result in complete engine failure of a plane in flight. Such knowledge is power, and it has application. Knowing how and why mistakes occur creates the possibility of accidental engineering as a field of endeavor. Let us not forget that the Floridian ballot of 2000 was indeed, an error; a 'flaw.' This knowledge, it's application, and it's lack of open discussion, creates a subculture.
If you haven't seen, then you won't know and it is impossible to explain -
yet I have poetry.
I also have questions.
In 2001 I produced a small volume of poetry entitled A Cold Road Calling, aimed at these questions. They follow below, in the form of a preface to that slender volume, where they were asked in a fairly direct manner. I include it here in its entirety, with only one small emendation:
Wilfred Owen wrote: "All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful." He was correct. For over three thousand years, poets, bards, and playwrights have assumed that responsibility. In fact, it seems that all art is either directly concerned with, or indirectly informative of, social conditions prevalent during the time in which it is produced.
A brief review of some of our current cinematic and literary achievements may prove highly instructive in attempting to understand certain aspects of our society. I refer to such works as Eyes Wide Shut, by Stanley Kubric; The Game, David Fincher; The End of Violence, Wim Wenders; The Lost Highway, David Lynch; eXistenZ, David Cronenberg; The Cube, Vincenzo Natali; The Truman Show, Peter Weir; The Dead Zone and Needful Things written by Stephen King, the trilogy by British author Pat Barker including Regeneration, The Eye in the Door and The Ghost Road; and many, many others.
Such works have an important place in our culture and social consciousness. When the public finally has answers to some fundamentally important questions, then the role of such works in our society will become clear.
Some of these questions include: What are predictive behavioral models, and how accurate are they? What is neural linguistic reprogramming? Who uses such technologies, how and why are they used? Can such technology be used to engage in forms of psychological torture, including mock execution? Perhaps most importantly, what are the consequences?
June 20, 2001
As time has gone on, I have found myself adding to these questions, rearranging them, asking them in new ways: If the behaviorist believes that all of human interaction is nothing more than a complex mathematical formula; a sum of stimuli and biological processes, then what is the precise mathematical formula which will render all human behavior predictable?
Who conducts such research? How far along are they? What is the application? and the consequence? Where is the data stored? Who is the 'human engineer'? What interests does (s)he serve? Is (s)he a political, or a corporate, animal? Do they pursue the answers to whatever unknown variables may still exist within their calculations inside a rat's nest of terror? Might not such a nest be found among the dark alleyways infested with organized crime, and if so then might an exercise like this within this kind of environment constitute an interference in criminal investigations? If so, then might it not be sold, to the highest bidder while they pursue their own agenda?
Well. So much for my questions. I am quite plainly mad, for the mental health community has said it is so.
I will leave you alone now, with my poetry and one final thought; a quote. The quote comes from the movie 12 Monkeys. It is the conclusion of a bold and brilliant monologue delivered by a character who is clearly quite mad, and yet largely harmless for all of that. That character is played by Brad Pitt, and the conclusion to his monologue is thus:
fuck the bozos.
Sometimes, when working with problems and their solutions, the apprehension and application of the solution may supercede all other matters.
has become a problem.
April 21, 2008
The times are too serious, the stakes are too high . . . let us agree that patriotism has no party. I love this country, and so do you, . . . The men and women who serve in our battlefields may be Democrats and Republicans and independents, but they have fought together and bled together and some died together under the same proud flag. They have not served a Red America or a Blue America -- they have served the United States of America.
August 28, 2008
Acceptance Speech before the Democratic National Convention
If I had the means
I would form a posse.
We would have a bounty,
and for every volunteer -
a 50 cal.
We would end
the Cult of Suicide
via Heaven's Gate -
we would celebrate
an end of Lies.
January 18, 2008
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