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Sunday, 11 October 2015

Rough-Hewn Quick Explanation of Modernism and Its Connexion to the American Empire

America's problems have a lot to do with the special way it inherited the central machine of Modernity and Empire, within which there are many intensely social (more than material) ills. In fact, the more that social health fails, the easier it becomes to blame this on external, material factors, and to allow the social virus to worsen. The root cause of disease is pervasively ignored, even subconsciously so, to our peril. It is not 'fixable' anyway by any government or economic system - Capitalism is as neutral a force as many others, neither good nor bad. Our own form of Capitalism, given its concomitant union with Empire, monopoly, outcome-obsessive behaviour, and method-focused impersonality, tends to strike throughout a society an aura of ... triviality/banality. As time progresses, the most earnest, deeply held beliefs become trivialised by the rituals of day-to-day existence within this impersonal system. Empires need strong ideals and beliefs and magnetic energy in order to motivate people to continue what is unnatural -- the subversion of all that is Other/Different from themselves. As we grow, that which is Other becomes more and more invisible and indiscernable. Emigration of fresh foreigners is perhaps the singlemost positive thing that has happened and could ever happen to us within this system, but we fatally then mistake our own immigrants for the 'Other'; the two are not the same. We never see that which is Outside. We become micro-fixated, and micro-fixation is the cause of every mental illness, clinically and experimentally. Scientists know that myopia is the one thing that all mental illnesses have in common. This state of myopia is key and core to Modernism, to Empire, and to the U..S.. which inherited those systems. It's not the people's fault per se (we are not worse than other human beings) - but we have inherited and continue to perpetuate something very dangerous. This accumulative decadence within imperialist modernist ideology can be traced back to the dawn of written history (and more recently to the early 1800s) - something deviant, viral and very late in the evolution of Humanity itself and which has culminated in the unsustainable philosophy of Modernism (1820s to the Present), a way of life that works 180 degrees against biology and the innate human drives and wishes. Deep connection to and trust in one's fellow human beings is the central joy-generating aspect of human life (and most mammal life too), and the ability to have/enjoy/sacralize food, sex, physical well-being, long-term continuity of the physical body, to unite institutions with nature, to experience all this within fellowship between humans within Nature as something sacred requires that human civilisation not act against the way the world is actually wired. Most of the less-powerful world has never acted in our deviant way - either in history or in the present time. It is mainly Empires which do, and those systems which follow the philosophy of Modernity.

 America's problems lie in the frailty of its social & interrelational/communal bonds - which on the surface trick people to think all is fine (Americans are upbeat, action-oriented, outgoing with strangers, even in laudable ways, and stress 'positive smiley ambitious' outlook), but none of this equals depth or permanence of trust or relationship, either with strangers, within the family, within a community, or across a very huge, impersonal country, impersonal not because people are 'bad' but because we inherited the core mechanisms of Empire and Modernism. If the Irish or Māori became as powerful and large and impersonal as we are, they would do no better. No human beings no matter how angelic can handle what we've inherited and not botch it up. Modernism is a philosophical movement, which encompasses the whole world, but is centered in America partly 'by accident' - we inherited the British Empire, the last world empire, and that is a multigenerational system in which there is a hyperbolic need for control. The great need to control human life outcomes is one of the primary facets of Modernism, and the more successful control one acquires, the more neurosis, distrust, impersonality and insecurity it brings across all of society since it requires an ever bigger Administrator who can't possibly control everyone/everything, and where that very control leads to the populace's frustration and unfulfillment - a sense of something vital missing from their lives. It is as if they turn to control everything they can except for their own natures, which run rampant and out of control.
 
Many of the attributes [numbered below] of the current over-inflated American empire mirror the same ones in Modernism itself, and each attribute contradicts its own goals to the point that most participants *within* thte system (having no external perspective) are deceived into thinking that each aspect is something GOOD rather than the thing it is - something quite corrosive:

 1.) A belief that the individual trumps the tribal, familial, collective. (On the surface, this is wonderful, and I uphold it. But all it means is that people want to control groups of people based on their whims, dysfunctions, on their commercial interests, and [ideally] convert as many people as possible to their point-of-view. This constantly SUCCEEDS in America and leads to CONFORMITY, mass and intolerant conformity. While all this conformity is going on, the Individual sits and narcissistically claims that the whole world revolves around the Self, and that their country's system promotes the Self!) Can you hear the contradiction echo? Self-empowerment is self-delusory.
 
2.) A belief that the goals and ends justify the means, and that these means can be worked into a science of exact 0-tolerance technique which enables the same outcome to be reached again...and again...and again. This is the system of 'scientific' Control which governments themselves, claiming to be 'democracy', use in the Modernist period (and did not use during the French Revolution, the new Irish Republic, the modern Icelandic republic, or in the Polish Democratic Constitution nearly as much, or even within our own original Colonial aims.) Plenty of countries are currently cutting-edge and progressive without being progressivIST or Modernist. America is not one of the subtle enlightened few since it inherited Modernity as its machine to drive its own anti-Other empire. Because the machine *works so well*, it is a social fatality. That machine is highly highly effective in the beginning, but uses up everyone's material, emotional and social resources very swiftly, far swifter than older empires like Greece, Persia, Egypt did..... These empires were more tolerant, subtle and nuanced - they believed in built-in flexibility. They did not stress 0-tolerance and exacting technique-driven systems. They were smarter than we are - and that's why they endured longer. They could incorporate more Difference, and remain more personal despite their impersonal systems.
 
3.) A culture of intense Impersonality, where Personality is associated with all things 'evil' (impersonal 'persons' in court, you as a profit-number in a business or school or prison, your lack of ability to shake the president's hand in the White House [almost impossible today], your own outlawed and fading language dialect [too local and personal, therefore evil], talking and doing everything face-to-face [too uncomfortable for insecure controlfreaks], bribery, personal opinion or eccentricity, relational devotions, life-experience bias, familial and political feuds (like the duels in which pre-Modern president President Andrew Jackson engaged), Jihad or tribal suicides (madness!), dying at age 40 (how dare you?!), and anything that smacks too much of human physicality, human passion, human opinion, human emotion, humans showing loyalty to one or few other individuals. Anyone who does something 'extreme' in the name of such a devotion is deemed a lunatic in the world of Modernism. Where in reality those people are simply personal, practical people who clearly see what is right in front of them, and often enjoy their own lives intensely, and find intense meaning within them. Within a system of Impersonality, you are only allowed to do things that benefit a System of prediction and control and exacting techniques. This leads the personal-biological individual human being to go mad and start lashing out at his/her fellow human beings, performing no limit of atrocities and personal violations. People have no room to be .. themselves. Not only is Modernism against the Body (it learned this in part from Protestantism), but Modernism is against anything that is too upclose and personal. This is why we hate the culture of Islam beyond almost any culture we've encountered so far - Islamic culture is intensely personal and we therefore as overweening Romans buried behind our shield-walls declare all the sprinting slashing Visigoths  'Barbarians', those people who want face-to-face parley even as the 500 tribes of native Americans did whom we also laid low as 'barbarians.' We are the insane, not they. It is often better and more fulfilling to die than to follow a delusional tyrant - Modernism. And their earlier way has endured for millennia - sustainable, honourable, not prohibiting the body which is a part of every-day life; these people do not value longevity as much as a life well lived, and within which they experience intense personal bonds with those they love and who love them. We, on the other hand, want Outcome through our impersonal techniques which we are neurotically obsessed about. If those outcomes don't work, we obsess about finding new techniques to get a narrow set of outcomes! This is the very definition of illness.
 
4.) A belief that the machine of Technology, not only technique in a broader sense, can achieve and fulfill every human desire and whim, and shorten the time/space-span between a desire and that desire's fulfillment. This is nothing more and less than the One Ring; in all its power to do great good for us (give us the quick-gratification 'good life'), we are too weak to wield it. So we abuse it. We use technology to do more base things than beautiful things. And we cancel out the ugly hard step-by-step work involved in making your own domestic house by hiring outside experts, warehousing for expensive pre-made artificial materials, and trying to get something done as quickly and affordably as possible within our budget instead of making an artesan house worthy of any museum which we could own and enjoy for a few thousand dollars on a bit of land which humans ought to be entrusted to culturize and preserve without laying waste..... In any case, this same principle applies to many things - even to things like bookshelves or microwaves. The more the labour is micro-divided up, turned into mass factory labour, the more wretched and meaningless and joyless is the labour for the people involved in too-tiny steps of the process. The knife is replaced by an automatic saw or can-opener; the fire is replaced by electricity in wires; the walking stick is replaced by some monstrosity of a thing called a wheelchair. All this leads to less life-fulfillment, less autonomy, less pleasureable WORK. And so it also leads to Overspecialization, another key component of Modernism.
 
5.) Specialization promoted over Generalists or Renaissance skills. Fatal. Leads not to well-balanced life or contentment. And humans, in their quest to make big money to buy their way into all the things they now don't get to enjoy making themselves, are often forced to become lopsided specialists and take on unfulfilling kinds of work in their desire to make ends meet, especially now that we are in the post-Empire phase since the 1970s. The basic labourers have been earning less and less ever since the 1970s when the economic prosperity stopped trickling down to everyone and remains now in the hands of the few while that few's own resources dwindle and their own positions become ever more frail and meaningless.
 
6.) Futurism. The Future (whatever this means and whenvever this comes) is always always  more important than any achievement or peron or personal presence or delight or relic of the Past; it is also more important than the Present. That is core and tantamount to Modernism. Modernists are fascinated by but terrified of the Past - terrified of both its brutalities and its beauties. As an exchange, Moderns choose Control, within which no true Art can flourish. Modernists have long been too cowardly to actually state in concrete terms what this far-off futuristic Goal actually is. They have not only not arrived at this never-never point, they are further away than ever from achieving even the basic things that early Modernists achieved by the late 1800s - a few Utopian communities, short-lived but at least some of them spread by human will to hold-out personal places like Berlin, the Greek islands, Cuba, South America, or Alpine Switzerland/Austria and they all sorta worked since they were small in scale.
 
7.) Strong efforts to malign and not tolerate Supernaturalism. (Protestantism, having doffed the primal vital rituals and symbols of Catholicism, most often gets off the Modernist hook [is sheepishly tolerated], since Protestants tend to only speak about a Godhead who's a sort of Head /Social/ Scientist without real involvement in his/her own Creation.) We are, thankfully, slowly exiting this phase of myopia. The older Supernaturalism has been tolerated here and there (where it is disempowered) only because the subjects of the founders of Modernist governments refused to give up their age-old beliefs. In this case, it's not that most people ever stopped believing in supernatural powers (the Christian God, for example), and so they, so delusioned, comfort themselves that Modernism never took their God away from them. Wrong. The System that feeds, clothes and governs them is innately and intensly anti-God - and this fits in *perfectly* with a culture which stresses the *impersonal* (hence the popularity of Buddhism, Nihilism, Monism), the letter-of-the-law over the spirit-of-the-law (eugenics or profit-margin-gain care only about the letter of the law, not the spirit), and with the educational authority of Empire (where knowledge itself = 'rightness' and the right to put down minority people groups around the world living/grovelling subsistently and believing in arcane spirits of trees, stars, sun, lakes, heavens, ancestors...). Nothing new here in its outline; all other empires were inclined to persecute the Other - which in this case is anyone claiming to be a sincere Supernaturalist. There is a name for this big-headed self-delusional behaviour in the hands of Powers:  HUBRIS.
 
8.) Short-term gains and Triviality. I lob these two points in together because they are interfeeding and interdependent. There is nothing earnest about Modernity except for its being pushed through at all costs. Its *contents* is entirely trivial. That is the joke that no self-aware educated Modernist would ever want to explore or too cleanly admit, because it's built into the system. Modernist systems have entirely trivial goals - like getting their own football team to win or (more boldly) taking your wife when you lose your job, or nabbing up the forest behind your house so they can write some slogan about how 'refreshing Mountain Springs water is, bottled at the pristine source!' and barrage your internet pages or highways with blaring signs sporting the same 'truth'. It's not truth - it's Triviality. `Chew Bubbalicious Gum` is not a message that will get  you to any Paradise, either on this earth or in some next life. And the goals of such triviality infect all relationships and are *short-term.* This infects relationships and commitments. Therefore, in America, people switch states, spouses, jobs, houses, hobbies and foods as swiftly and whimsically as they switch types of pain-killers.
 
9.) Trend over Longevity. It is not the goal of Modernity to preserve anything it tries along the way to get what it thinks it wants. It is only the goal of Modernity to preserve *itself* and to sell its image in order to spread that ultimately material symbol of its image at home and abroad. It is therefore quite unable to fulfill its own goals, since it is unable to preach its own ideology at home or abroad. It does NOT know what it wants, only what it does NOT want. It is a reactionary movement, and a short-lived one, based on nothing of substance. It is the most short-lived ideology the world has ever seen or likely will ever see. It doesn't work. It does create great social sickness, and that is its own judgment.

10.) No remorse. To mourn or show sorriness is to be 'weak.' There is never apology. Never tears. This shows a hardness and falseness above all things. In this, they are more anti-Judeo-Christian than any people who've ever walked the earth. Where are the tears? Where is the remorse? There are none. I wait for that day. When I see tears, then I know there is hope for us here again.
 
All these aspects of Modernism, epitomized in the American experiment, work toward intense and accelerated social decay. They create nutrition-less soil underneath the social decay in America and explain why its own populace is fairly blind to it. America, along with a few gung-ho Asian countries, is experiencing this form of rot faster than any other people-group on the planet. It doesn't mean we are 'worse off' in every way, shape and form than other peoples. Not at all. In this lies all the deception..... We comfort ourselves in our 'blessings':  Pure dreaming escapism and avoidance. And avoidant, un-listening, with no attention span and NO REMORSE/MOURNING is what most Americans reading these paragraphs tend to be. If you are free, break the bonds of blindness, distrust, impersonality and pride. Mourn you, Mourn I as well; love the wider world.
 
None of this outline of Modernism has anything to do with underestimating all the 'horrible awful wicked' things humans do in any society, any time, under any kind of ideology. Humans have always done those things. I'm not talking about those things. In fact, true Modernists like to think that they are wiping those things off the face of the planet..... Greater naivite you will not find, in so far as they comfort themselves that 'we alone are not wicked'! They commit a far-worse hubris than the usual human evil in that they NEVER APOLOGISE, never mourn, never show remorse. No American President has shown remorse or apologised since I don't know when. This is Empire-Modernist blindness. Especially because it is mostly unintentional and unaware. This obliviousness does not excuse it.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

I sang
I sang
of Mango Pie
of sanguine tango Mango Pie
of tangy Peach of Paradise
of Banging Fruit and Punching Slice
In its flesh I bit my fang
My fang
My fang
My Adam mouth it did entice
Hamdy skinned and Hamdy scooped
Hamdy baked it orange and yellow
the Torta of Mango
- this Kassem fellow -
in Ovens of Eden
on tongues to hang O!
Bells rang
Bells rang
The chimes all sang in Heaven highest
for Mango baked with Kassem's bias!
[A poem written in memory of Hamdy Kassem's creation.]

I pulped the pomegranates
seeded the juice
popped the palates
like pomegrenades

Needy knees need kneading

Monday, 28 September 2015

Box Fetish Kent

A poem written by a Welsh friend in honour of my buddy, K.C., stuck with an Amazon seller charging him shipping *six times* for six separate items shipped in *one box.* K.C. said he'd have seller send future items in separate boxes to addresses all over town just to make a point. After being asked whether he had a box fetish, he adopted the amazon handle, boxfetish.


Box Fetish Kent found his money all went
on one cardboard secure for
The things he had sent.
So he had them boxed single
Upped his game on the cost
Now he's never looked back at the money he lost,
For he's earned well a name he now uses with pride -
But is it for the box or what jingles inside?
What jingles inside?
What jingles inside?
Well, some things are private (I'll let you decide).
No matter, no worries
True fetish for sure
No matter, no worries
True fetish...
No cure!
~V.P-C., Ceredigion, Wales

Apple Turnover

Ambling on two-hours sleep in amplified head
Unshied
Bow of day has twanged, twinging two bull's-eyes
Now slumb'ry, like arrow-slain apple, I ably and appley topple over.
A wish accomp-lished!
De-lish

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Scarlet Aqua

Helping K.C. move. With steady hands and stern faces, we move boxes all over town. Hundreds of boxes, carried by sober super men. Strong men, carrying boxes of water. The water's red. The water comes out of grapes. The water's 15% abv. But K.C. keeps more water than boxes. So empty wine-boxes I mean water-boxes go back to the Wine Room. New boxes are filled and brought to a special den at the top of some very steady stairs. We stack the goods - not one squeak of laughter. We lock the juice up in steel cages. No one gets in. No one can. No one has keys to the scarlet aqua. If we find any red water in a glass, we drain it straight down the pipes.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Dark Sister, Dark Water, Dark Cliff, Dark Donnybrookers, Dark Giants, Dark Bull, and the Watery Fair of Rogues!

The Latvian Sisters, the Unclimbable Cliff, the Lone Jew, the Atlantean Dock, the Dark-wearing Donnybrookers, the Lavatory on the Cliff, the Twenty-Feet High Highwaymen, the Black Gaelic Bull,  the Fair of the Rovers in the Bay
 
 
Reporting a dream of height, depth, frivolity, intimacy, song, and Giant Perils


Woke and slept many times today, in which a story was woven in the waking one knows when one is asleep. I came to a seashore, a place I'd been before and often with my sisters and two parents. But family had only travelled there (so far) in my sleep. There was a great reunion along the coast, where the ocean lay to the West. We met in a lodge inside a sea-side forest of elms, oaks, hollies and beeches. There grew very few pines or evergreens - it was not the Great Northwest. Lilija Pugasevich's many sisters were there, though Lilija herself was absent. One of her sisters, unusually dark-haired, kept asking me if I would set sail and visit the Land of the Jews. Her eyes were big and sad. I told her I'd no immediate plans or ability to do so, and she walked away, downcast. Another sister with hair like the sun kept having tea with me, and we shared many stories.


Over this ocean to the West was an island or more, and peninsulas jutting further west to the north. For a look outward over the sea, I climbed up a steep rock-cliff with a loghouse on top, but the residents behaved surly and I retreated down, avoiding a glut of cars and their rubber tires rubbing the pavement into smoke and fire. I had to jump aside to avoid getting run over. I flitted northward up the coast until I came to a quay of boats and sailed west onto a strange platform at sea. We floated upon it and spent the night. But recreationalists with motorised skis kept jumping over us, sometimes landing splat on the platform while we tried to sleep. I eventually erected a tent there - similar to the one I'd laid up in in Glencolmcille Donegal in 2004 and 2010. (https://www.facebook.com/nathan.p.hillman/media_set?set=a.430408248594.199938.695643594&type=3) But I could get no sleep, and travelling Germans begged me to harbour them in my tent.


We all headed back ashore, drifting northward then west again on the south shore of Glencolmcille's peninsula. We looped around the finger until we came to Glencolmcille, where Mary O'Donnell's hostel stood on the high hilltop abandoned, and converted into a hilltop cottage lavatory and tinker's bed.


I headed for company into Glen Head Tavern where the landlady told me with goodwill,


`Careful wearing dark colours now. 'Tis a contest between all dark-haired and dark-clothed ones to knock each other cold. If you're not playin, well, just mind you might get a Ka-NOCK on the head. Careful on the road.`


I looked at my clothes and hair and realised, `I am a dark one!` Then capered up the path to the highest hilltop where Dooey Hostel once stood, and walked into the lonely lavatory. No sooner had I shut the door then a man walked in, an African.


`My friend,` I said. `You are dark as I am dark, though we are dark in different ways. Do not hurt me!`



He pulled a €10 note from his pocket, handed it to my hand and whispered,


`Take this as a sign of my peace! And in payment for interrupting you!`


I took the €10 out a backdoor onto the sheer cliff-face and looked over the 500-feet cliffs down into the sea. I ran as fast as I could back into Glen Head Tavern, €10 richer, my chest to the bar.


`You're for the pub after all?` the landlady asks. I look right and a man comes beside me and stands 20 feet high, ruddy-haired and ruddy-skinned in a ruddy-brown sweater. I nervously give the landlady my note for a drink, and she gives me *€20* in change.


`Is that enough?` she asks.


`Das reicht!` I reply, in German, because the joy of old friends and European community surged in me and I felt like leaping. `Germans say this to mean, "It's plenty!"`, I told her, and I sidle to another side of the inn. Another 20-foot donnybrooker walks inside, shot with ravenblack hair. I scamper out for a breath of stout air.


Needing some privacy again, I run at a fenced pasture, thinking how wonderful to be outdoors hidden from the eyes of priers, lookers and donnybrookers. But as I roll under the fence cables, I get entangled in the barb and nylon and fear an electric shock. `Thank goodness it's not live,` I say to myself. But once inside the pasture, I remember that Ireland is known for bulls and cattle and get too nervous. I leap over another spot of fence, only to find myself in an even narrower fenced pasture with oak-trees and oak-mast. A positively gigantic and intolerant black bull stands 50 feet away next to cows, and lowers his horns and sets straight at me!


In my dreams, quadruped bulls are my greatest enemies. His horns fly toward my ribcage and I suck in my belly and hurl down my hands upon each horn in a tight grip, arcing my body up as he heaves me upward. I fly a hundred feet through the air and land next to the Hilltop Cottage i.e. Dooey Hostel.


I bowleg my way down the wet-grass hill, crouching on the salty slick stone, till I reach the bay far below. A huge tractor ploughs the water and I hear rolling song. Every rover in Glencolmcille is on a sea-tractor, sea-boat, or sea-cattle, riding furiously in the bay while singing songs to echo in your bedroom. The Lost Fair is reinstated, as it was for the first time in 50 years in 2010 when I lived in Donegal, and now is enacted in the waters of the very ocean. The giant tractors and Clydesdales and heavy-hulled boats pull up and down the cove, ringing with the furious delight of local song.


I wake up.


I go back to sleep.


Now I'm with my father, and I tell him I've been filmed in a movie in Donegal. I set him down and begin to play for him the spools which unfold the experience of my above dream.


`Who's the protagonist?` he asks. `Are there any villains?` `Who is the forlorn woman - is she herself a Jew, a Gypsy, or one of the Dark Irish?`


I wake up and write down the dream.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Bocktanz


I got tugged, by accident of cocking my head to a far-away Irish flute, into full-blown Irish celebrations along the lake last night. My former (Céili & Step) dance teacher showed up & roped me into `The Fairy Reel`, which seemed all and not at all familiar, in front of the stage and crowd. Sizzling. Ran into former ICH'er - Armenian-Finno-Hungarian dancer I hadn't seen since 2007, who's a co-digger of roots & folk-religion: _Katholikos_. Ecumenism, Chesterton & Belloc's names came up. Rare celebrations already have a crowded company for Thursday pub. Heaven petitions were ringing. The weather was sweltering on my eskimo-body. We sweated a freak medley of capers, waltzes, polkas, reels, hambos, polskas, gangars with centrifugal force to knock down arch-enemies. I flung water off my woolly mophead-hair like a half-goat, which led to dancing circles on my hands. This mad delight is the feast after famine: What diehard folko-philes feel, daily blared by Brainwash Babel Noise, when the public host traditional music for a single hour. I'd no idea the event was on - but I got there the same way all the children got into Pied Piper's magic mountain. By following the pipe out of town. Leaving the nuclear for the extended family. Hail the Piper! Down with Puritans.