Questioning of The Corporate State

in my lifetime it's only been
the pundits like Chris Hedges
the outlaws like Hunter S Thompson
the outsiders
who have questioned the
corporate oligarchy that
America has become

so if you're an egoist
Donald J Trumps your man

but if you're compassionate?
here's a liberal
independent
socialist
73 year old
Jewish guy
for you

I was a baby boomer
and thought the revolution
would be led by the young

but Bernie Sanders?

the young follow him
on the internet
what they call the millennials
the new generation

and now the slander will begin
namecalling
commie
crazy
bullets of words
and maybe
actual ones?

power is intransigent
sick
entrenched
corporate
uncaring

what happens now
reveals
how sick
our democracy really is
how sick
we really are

here in...
The Great American Spiritual Desert
   

The American Dream

 

What is The American Dream? Where can it be found? Is it in the Porno-Pop Culture of  Fame? Does it reside in the Shimmering-Limelight-Illusions of Hollywood? Or is it entrenched in East Coast Wealth passed down from Generation to Generation? Is it in the Get-Rich-Quick California kinda dreamin' ? From all the land grabbin' to The Gold Rush to Silicon Valley? Is The American Dream captive of all those bouncing balls in the Powerball Lottery machine? Is it in our hopes for the Next Generation of Americans? Funny that American Dreaming seems always to be on the surface, but the thing about it that isn't so funny is The Native Americans had a dream too, and we extinguished that one. Replacing living, as one with Mother Nature, with some kind of Sadomasochistic Rape & Bondage Theme, a movable feast of fetishes, power, and greed. A dream turned into a nightmare, for these days we have begun to realize we gotta start dreamin' like the dream we extinguished, or the livability of Mother Earth is doomed, and we, along with it. Funny? Not so funny? What they call Global Warming has made even The Hippies of The '60s seem on the right track. The American Dream has to turn from the exterior world of things, which we have surely abused, into the interior world of values, which we have sorely neglected.

 

Now the deal is dreaming is an interior kinda thing and sets up how we relate to reality. Our dreams make sense of the way we live and tell us about the world we live in. Dreams tell us who we are. MLK saw that The American Dream in this kinda way, and his was a dream of interior values. The American Dream of acceptance and equality.

 

The American Empire is crumbling 'like matchsticks into one another' to quote Dylan, who as the Poet Laureate of The '60s was not kind to The American Dream. He got inside her and tap danced around, as Dylan always said, he was just a song and dance man. The only revolution is a Revolution of Consciousness and The Psychedelic '60s pointed to the fact that everything is alive, connected, whole, and sacred. Living is being. The moment timeless. Such dreaming can take us ever deeper into The River of Life. 

 

So are we as Americans going to continue to let The Dogs of Capitalism, psychopathic international corporations, define The American Dream for us? Dumb us down and market her as a shallow whore of consumption ? Will we continue to let the religious dogmas that gave birth to Manifest Destiny, and dominion over all, continue to blind us to the fact that everything is alive and deserves it's place under the sun? Will we forever dream so shallowly? Fitfully? Tossing to and fro? Well? The Smart Boys in Las Vegas always put their money on The Capitalists when they place their bets. The Hippie Way is such a long shot you can always get good odds on that one. Me? I think The American Empire is gonna fall because we were dreaming the wrong dream. We did have a chance in The '60s to start dreaming a different dream, a dream of interior realities, but the intrinsic value of what the young were saying to their elders in those days was ignored, and only met with control, disdain. Thought always trumps love in this World of Illusions, a realm where Maya readily grows and flourishes. It's like this world is supposed to be fucked up. What can go wrong will go wrong. Murphy's Law.

 

So what do you want from this life? What's going to fulfill you? How do you see The American Dream? How do you see things? What do you dream of? It's all about the individual you know. Societies are only as strong as the character of their citizens.

 

There are two links posted below, one is a Wikipedia link to The American Dream, the other a talk given by Krishnamurti. Are we gonna end up like Willy Lohman saying: "I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been."? Are we gonna jump in The Red Shark with our lawyer and head to Vegas from The Polo Lounge, ignoring all the bats along the way, searching for The American Dream? Are we gonna be as accepting as Huckleberry Finn? As loving as MLK? What's it gonna be?

 

 I believe that Americans these days see The American Dream as an interior kinda thing, spiritual values over materialistic accumulation, so to speak, but you rarely get that from the media. Like old Norman Rockwell up there painting his portrait it's a question of how we see things? How do we see ourselves? America needs to take a good look in that mirror. We need to see ourselves as we actually are, because The American Dream may be dead and buried upon the grounds of Robert E Lee's old home, resting by The Potomac River. Arlington National Cemetery. We have to dig her up and breathe new life into her.

 

We need a new American Mythology. One that's alive in the moment. Not the one entombed in the plastic of Disneyland. 

 

 

 

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me,

in the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you.

 

Then take me disappearin' though the smoke rings of my mind,

Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,

The haunted frightened trees, out to the windy beach,

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow,

Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,

Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,

With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,

Let me forget about today until tomorrow. 

 

Bob Dylan

 

 

 

 How can we dream

 The American Dream

 unless

 American Mythology

 wakes up?

 

 

 

Mother Earth

has set

the clock

ticking.

 

 

 

 

The Great American Spiritual Desert 

 

         "Las Vegas is the savage heart of The American Dream." Dr Hunter S Thompson

            http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Dream#History

From February 6th through the 9th 2013 on Kinfonet....The Krishnamurti Quote of The Day.....gives account of the 5th Public Talk given in Ommen, Holland on the 12th of August, 1938. Just hit.....'next quote'.....and over 4 days you get the entire talk. 

    http://www.kinfonet.org/krishnamurti/quotes/desire-cannot-exist-by-itself-it-must-always-be-in
 

it's hard~~~To Be A Cartoon Character and Make A Living~~~at the same time

Only the great political minds are capable of such a daunting task.

Is The American Dream Only A Castle In The Sand?

"The present civilization is based on greed and individual competition; it can not last forever because it has no intrinsic value. The individual, who has created and is dominated by this civilization, is caught up in accumulation, which is his sole incentive; that is, the individual tries to express his ambition and attain his desired social position through the accumulation of wealth and power. He has therefore set up social distinctions and such a civilization, based on ruthless selfishness, must eventually break down. It is merely a matter of time. As long as you have this conception of individuality, which is but selfishness and greed, no civilization, no structure built on it can last, nor can it free the mind from sorrow."

Jiddu Krishnamurti, Early Writings, Volume 7, Radio Talks, USA and Canada 1932

"Las Vegas is the savage heart of the American Dream." Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

The Great American Spiritual Desert

Oh me oh my~~~the only thing left, after the spirit has gone~~~is politics, that is~~~with the exception of the man caricatured above~~~Dr. Hunter S. Thompson~~~for he was brave enough to injest the proper amounts of various drugs and so enabled to drive The Great American Spiritual Desert and delve into The American Political Machine~~~to find the spirit even there. God Bless You Hunter for you saw what others could not. You helped us all, even the ones who could never hope to understand you. As Jack Kerouac wrote in On The Road: "The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn, or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." You were such. Rest in peace.