Life is a Fabulous Blend...
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Radio Jones
Goodmorning.
Have you ever thought about how often you get to start over? Every morning. Every hour. Every second maybe? In the concert I saw this weekend, a multimedia plethera of images, dancers, words, and music flashed before me, suggesting that within that very show, the dancers started over about 10 times. They would repeat the gestures, songs, poems to represent a kind of habitual nature in the way we approach the political arena. We repeat nearly every mishap of the past with more war, more death, more killing, even though it seems to indefinately lead to pain and the need to do it all over again for a similar or same cause. The number then begin to pile up because while the same footprints are being walked over, the same type of guns fired, and the same issues being argue, new lives are being lost and one day we will run out of the willing.
In fact the peice addressed the idea that while we are blessed to have those who will fight so that people like me don't have to, there was a constant nagging that the young men in fact weren't willing but persuaded, targetted, and stamped in a propogandic fashion just like those who endlessly buy things because the company's energy and logic is so convincing. At one point, a man in a huge ducky costume ( who apparently worked in a fast food restaurant of somekind) was dressed up in a military uniform. The next song was an Irish jig, sung with the haunting words of a mother who pleaded that her son would have chosen to stay home and live than go to war and loose his legs all in the name of honor and pride. The very next day I saw a military recruiter at my college campus giving handshakes and performing a ridiculous amount of push-ups before a crowd of athletic looking boys. What were they watching? What were they learning? What will make them a man?
I fear the future, but hope that the next opportunity I get to start over, I won't start at square one but rather approach square ten with a fresh outlook. I will carry the lessons of my baggage, not it's weight, as well as that which others have lived, and make it my absolute duty never to erase what has occured but live in the present with the awareness of my obligation and opporunity. Live now, live here, live intelligently so that the sunrise will greet you with new glory everymorning, allowing you to be, completely, and never having to compromise the heighest you have to give. as they say in Yoga, Namaste. ¶ 7:21 AM 2 Comments
Have you ever thought about how often you get to start over? Every morning. Every hour. Every second maybe? In the concert I saw this weekend, a multimedia plethera of images, dancers, words, and music flashed before me, suggesting that within that very show, the dancers started over about 10 times. They would repeat the gestures, songs, poems to represent a kind of habitual nature in the way we approach the political arena. We repeat nearly every mishap of the past with more war, more death, more killing, even though it seems to indefinately lead to pain and the need to do it all over again for a similar or same cause. The number then begin to pile up because while the same footprints are being walked over, the same type of guns fired, and the same issues being argue, new lives are being lost and one day we will run out of the willing.
In fact the peice addressed the idea that while we are blessed to have those who will fight so that people like me don't have to, there was a constant nagging that the young men in fact weren't willing but persuaded, targetted, and stamped in a propogandic fashion just like those who endlessly buy things because the company's energy and logic is so convincing. At one point, a man in a huge ducky costume ( who apparently worked in a fast food restaurant of somekind) was dressed up in a military uniform. The next song was an Irish jig, sung with the haunting words of a mother who pleaded that her son would have chosen to stay home and live than go to war and loose his legs all in the name of honor and pride. The very next day I saw a military recruiter at my college campus giving handshakes and performing a ridiculous amount of push-ups before a crowd of athletic looking boys. What were they watching? What were they learning? What will make them a man?
I fear the future, but hope that the next opportunity I get to start over, I won't start at square one but rather approach square ten with a fresh outlook. I will carry the lessons of my baggage, not it's weight, as well as that which others have lived, and make it my absolute duty never to erase what has occured but live in the present with the awareness of my obligation and opporunity. Live now, live here, live intelligently so that the sunrise will greet you with new glory everymorning, allowing you to be, completely, and never having to compromise the heighest you have to give. as they say in Yoga, Namaste. ¶ 7:21 AM 2 Comments
