7.30.2007

"Whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

Simply because you cannot come to terms with the meaning of life and the inevitable truth of death does not mean you should unapologetically fabricate an entire religion to in order to magically escape your own beautiful mortality.
It will not work.
Not matter what-th you believe-th...you will still die-th if you live-th.
There will be nothing after; you will be dead.
As is Jesus...

...or whoever the fuck that one guy was that they nailed up on all that wood.

6.09.2007

If Paris Is Burning…So Is France

Is it possible to be an advocate without being self righteous?
Ok, so this blog is also about Paris Hilton…but I didn't want to just come out and say it right off because I'm loathe to admit I'm actually writing, in part, about her.
There are many dimensions to the current Paris phenomena and this leaves so much room for us to learn and talk about ourselves.
I've never…ever ever…understood her mass appeal. I don't find her talented, intriguing, attractive, fascinating, captivating, stimulating. Hell, I could go on and on and on about the many ways Paris Hilton fails to entertain, amuse or demand respect. Same said for Britney, Ritchie, Lohan, Beyonce, etc. They are all dispensable, replaceable…worst of all - manufactured. Though, I imagine none more so manufactured through privilege than Paris herself.
That, obviously, would be reason one why we take pleasure in her demise. I myself smiled when I heard she was dragged from court crying and screaming. This heiress of disgusting opulence and advocate only for herself; it's hard to imagine a more satiating outcome than pictures of the princess handcuffed in a patrol car crying for her freedom, her comfortable life, her mother. However, my smile was fleeting because those pictures weren't truly satisfying as the princess was crying only for herself. And, why shouldn't she be?
No matter what kind of satisfaction any of us might get from the latest chapter of the Paris phenomenon because we think she received "justice" without garnering any "special treatment" the truth is none of this will likely cause her to do any soul searching introspection - - ironically, quite the opposite. Hell, she tipped her hand as she was escorted out of court and back to jail when she declared, "This isn't right!"
She doesn't believe it is right…her parents don't believe it is right. Likely, no one encompassing her believes it is right and everyone at her ear is a chorus bewailing the injustice of it all. The ego and identity of Paris will refuse, out of pure function alone, to admit her role in this ordeal. Just like she can everything else, she can afford denial. She will likely refuse to own up to her actions and the consequences of those actions. She, and everyone around her, will expectedly blame this outcome on the vindictiveness of the public who only wish to see her suffer for being such a fucking disgusting princess.
In part, they are right. They are right because we've created the possibility for them to be right. Many of us wish to see her suffer and I'm sure some of us even hope this suffering will, in some way, cause her to change. Maybe some of us don't give two shits if she changes or not. Maybe she's just the proverbial car crash we simply can't look away from. Whatever the reasons, we have fed her ego, given her a sense of self righteousness beyond the common one inherent in all humankind. We all take part in making her what she is simply by looking in her direction, even if out of pure disgust.
So, if Paris is burning so, too, are we. Not only is she a part of our culture and not only did our culture build her but she isn't reacting any differently than most of us would in her situation. She is acting out of the self preservation of ego. Granted, she probably has an ego more expansive than any of us could ever know but I imagine we all have the potential. We all have the potential to not own up to our actions and the consequences of those actions. We all have the potential to rally around our loved ones and tell them they are in the 'right' when all signs we are blind to point to the fact that they could not have been more in the 'wrong.'
Very, very little is mentioned about what landed Paris in this predicament in the first place: drunk driving. Not to be a hypocrite, as I've been behind the wheel in the past when I definitely should not have been, but that should be the real meat of the issue here. Driving under the influence is indefensible. Sure, she might kill herself…and I wouldn't have sympathy for that just like I didn't when I found out Josh Hancock was under the influence when he killed himself. Hell, many people watched the House of Wax remake just to see Paris die. But, what if she were to kill someone else? What if her actions had consequences for someone's life other than her own? Would that actually cause her to look at herself and reconsider her actions? Who fucking knows.
Who fucking knows what makes any of us take a long hard look at ourselves and own up to the shit we do that simply isn't right.
Even more disheartening…what about the times when we are absolutely convinced what we are doing is right and for the good of some or all? What about people like Bill O'Reilly, George Bush, Rush Limbaugh, Osama, etc. They all believe they are right as they advocate for what they believe. Further, they are fully self righteous in their beliefs, as are we all.
Is it possible to be an advocate without being self righteous?
Is it possible to not only look away from Paris Hilton but to not be Paris ourselves?
If Paris is burning, so is France. We can't afford denial. We can't reward the princess for acting like a princess and then celebrate when the princess suffers because we want to see her in pain for being a princess in the first place. If we can't look away from Paris, and all the people like her we've propped up, then we have to at least be able to see the parts of ourselves that are reflected in them.
Who of us would not want to scream and cry for our freedom, our comfortable lives, our mothers…even if our own actions took those things away from us?

3.31.2007

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3.25.2007

Sort me out.

I get everything just the way I want and then become preoccupied with tearing it all down since I can barely bear the thought I was so intent on things being just so in the first place. There's no justification of my efforts, there's only trivialization of my desires. My mom says I sabotage myself; my mom is a wise woman. I'd like to think I deconstruct myself but I am not a wise man. I follow the wrong paths and upon backtracking become so consumed with why and how I ended up in the wrong that I lose touch of the urgency of finding the right. It's hard to learn your lessons when you can't get over the fact that you've made mistakes. It's hard to grow when you've got this ego.




I have an affinity for this woman and she's seemingly rather well-adjusted. I am not well-adjusted. When I talk to someone who knows me and is familiar with my story they suggest I might be well-adjusted considering. That's what kills me, the considering part. I don't want to be well-adjusted considering everything that's happened to me - with me, because of me. I want to be well-adjusted without any qualifier. This woman might even herself be well-adjusted considering everything that's happened to her; hell, we might all be. Still, I want to just be well-adjusted sans any "considering." I don't feel there and I'm unconvinced what, if anything, will or can get me there. When I'm with her I feel more sorted. It's proving quite hard to take things slowly.




Little do I know I'm happier now than I've ever been. Even when my best friend tells me I'm becoming old and boring all I can think is…but I'm happy. Everything once evocative and fun seems more pretentious, destructive, affected, and pathological than it did when I "knew" what I was doing. Everyone whose opinion once mattered (even when they weren't or aren't participating in my life) has been properly relegated to the margins.




I've been in this race to accomplish a handful of these things before I turn thirty. I have an image in my head of what a thirty-year-old is meant to look like and it'll be non-stop for me until I've aligned myself as closely to that image as I can. I realize fully this is fruitless. Realization alone does not stop the compulsion. I rather like the race.




Just once, before I turn thirty, let me do the right thing more often than I do the wrong.

3.20.2007

Everything must change...

"Everything must change; nothing remains the same."

How possible is it for someone to profoundly change their mind about something, change an aspect of their personality or self, change their perspective? Is it possible for these types of changes to be made fully consciously, with a mixture of sapience and humility? (Not necessarily epistemologically speaking but, moreover, a simple change in one's attitude through deconstruction of ego or even increased willingness to become disillusioned with either oneself or the world.)
When was the last time you changed - - truly changed: identifiably, definitively, consciously? What precipitated the change?
It's disheartening to think we all might be lobbyists to kindred souls...only really speaking to those we already identify with...only truly touching those who remind us of ourselves, who we'd like to be, who we'd like to think we are...only actually preaching to the choir whilst the most important audience remains locked outside preaching to their own.
If everything must change when does it start? With whom does it start? How does it start? How is it nurtured? How is it accepted?
...and how willing are we to give each other the freedom to fundamentally, profoundly, humbly change?

3.14.2007

Gross Desire

When navigating through large groups of people I often reduce everyone in sight to their gross bodily functions; everyone appears an automaton intent on eating, shitting, fucking, producing mucus and disgustingly so on. Waves of people become a dance of gross bodily functions with the participants barely able to control their own movements apart from a biological drive to perform one of the aforementioned actions. Consciousness, spirituality, intelligence – all just an afterthought, if even that.
This could be some kind of defense mechanism on my part. If everyone is just the sum of and a slave to their physicality and any subsequent behavior is but a mere extension of some biological drive then individuals become less of a threat to me in that any harm one might reap upon myself would be logical using these biological drives as a frame of reference. That is, if I get in the way of someone's drive to eat, shit, fuck, etc. then it would make sense they would act out. This kind of thinking would likely stem from the kind of work I do. Working with people with severe mental illness can leave one grasping for logic behind human behavior when there simply is no logic to be found. It is generally our ego that acts out and, without appropriate insight from us, our ego tends to be wildly illogical - especially if an individual feels they do not have adequate control over a situation…even if we don't or can't acknowledge who is responsible for creating or perpetuating the situation. Though we may be the cause of our own suffering, we first need the capacity to identify suffering as suffering and not misidentify it as need or desire.
My reaction could also be an extension of my ego. I could reduce everyone so degradingly because I generally see other people (especially the masses) as little more than a series of stimulus/response mechanisms. I've encountered so few people who demonstrate any kind of capacity to go beyond what is expected of them, beyond what they've been taught they should or could be, beyond whatever indoctrination has been engrained into them, beyond their basic programming – that all I'm left with are malls filled with slack-jawed consumers bent on eating and fucking their way to death.
I think I'm severely suffering from a gross desire for a world filled with better people.

11.14.2006

Not a mirror

Clichés caught me when
My metabolism slowedTo the pace of these responsibilities
I was once too charming to fulfill

Now my boy
Only wants me to be proud
Not of my reflection
But of him