Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Anonanimals

Behold the picturesque anachronism, attempting to control are lives.
A donkey and an elephant arguing before our very eyes.
A donkey and an elephant debating all their lies.
Multitudes of donkeys and elephants spreading filth, despite the cries.

We don't need security.
We don't need your laws.
We don't need technology.

We just want to live our lives.

We are humans, not elephants or donkeys-
take care of yourselves and leave us alone.

Take your imperial fascist agenda and shove it-
down your bloated holes.

...Where it will linger like the vomit you make us feel.


Behold the picturesque anachronism, the safari of concrete.
As civilization disbands and crumbles while humanity bows before their feet.

Bowing before their hooves, with their giant pocket books.
Society becomes a zoo, in servitude;

A slave to the status-quo.
A revenge of the animals, we once called our own.
- Michael Benkhen, "The Picturesque Anachronism"

19 comments:

FreeThinke said...

Well, Lo and Behold! A genuine ANARCHIST has emerged in our midst speaking in vulgar, rudimentary parlance.

I can relate to his sentiments, but realize this contemptuous, despairing approach to the Art of Living –– for beyond the cradle and toddlerhood Living Well, despite the world, of necessity becomes an art –– provides nothing of value that might help to improve anyone's circumstances.

A beloved American poet offers a more creative alternative to the self-absorbed negativity and complete loss of hope expressed by the pathetic, accusatory vulgarian.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.


~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)d


-FJ said...

Redemption lies in changing the world to make a difference... even if it is only that of a single robin.

FreeThinke said...
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FreeThinke said...

We can NOT change the world. We can only change the way we CHOOSE to LOOK at it.

Once we realize that, take responsibility for ourselves, instead of depending in Outside Forces to "rescue" and "take care" of us, and start to realize that WE are here to do what we can to help OTHERS, we begin to LIVE fully, and not merely to endure a meager, unremitting EXISTENCE.

-FJ said...

No, the Founders proved that at least one "garden" in the world can be changed. And because of them, we all, who live within it, LOOK at the world "differently."

-FJ said...

It may not be Eden... but at least the 'beasts' are kept at bay.

FreeThinke said...

Despite her comfortable economic circumstances, high intelligence, keen insight, and unique poetic vision, Emily Dickinson always found life endlessly challenging. She struggled in her relationship with Almighty God, and her faith often faltered and was denied.

To wit:

I reason earth is short ––
___ and Anguish absolute –– and many hurt,
But what of that?

I reason we could die ––
___ the best vitality cannot excel decay,
But what of that?

I reasons that in Heaven
__ somehow it will be even ––
______ a new equation given,
But what of that?


~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

But she also knew great joy –– of the mind that comes from having the luxury to be able to engage in honest, earnest contemplation –– the Serene and Quiet Place where the Imagination may flourish, and rich, rewarding Insights have the best chance of making themselves known.

Whether we choose to call this "Prayer" or Meditation," is unimportant. Whatever "it" is "it" nourishes the psyche and blesses all who find refuge in periodic withdrawal from earthy cares and woes.

-FJ said...

Now imagine if none of her poetry existed...

The difference that she made in the world is that is does...

...not whether she lived "poorly" or "well". It "redeems" her existence, just as your poetry redeems your existence for 'others'.

-FJ said...

Liberalism is founded on the principle that "books" CAN and DO make a difference in the world.

-FJ said...

...and all religions are based upon it.

FreeThinke said...

I understand what you have said about the Founding Fathers, FJ, but we must remember that THEY were prosperous Men of Property and high social standing, who, despite leading very busy lives, still had the luxury of being able to benefit from TIME spent away from the endless drudgery that consumed the lives of most. The precious time to THINK, and to IMAGINE bore magnificent fruit. Everything they accomplished was the PRODUCT of THOUGHT and INNER VISION fed no doubt by having read and studied a good deal of the histories, literature and scientific knowledge available in their time.

Yes, just as God in the Beginning provided Eden, the Founders planted a most wondrous garden for us to tend and enjoy in perpetuity, but as in the beginning "The Serpent" tempted too many people to want believe there was an EASIER, FAIRER, LESS ONEROUS way to live, so they broke faith with the Founders and allowed the hate-based initiative called MARXISM to rule their lives and so placed ENVY, SPITE, MALICE and the LUST for VENGEANCE against their "BETTERS" on the Throne, at the Helm, and in the Driver's Seat.

The result –– just as it was at Babel –– is the confusion, dissension, violence and corruption we must contend wth today.

HOWEVER, at the bottom of all this woe the inescapable TRUTH remains, that the quality of our lives depends almost solely on the qa,duty of our VISIIN –– i.e. thoughts, dreams and aspirations.

FreeThinke said...

I don't believe we are in disagreement, FJ.

To THINK is to LIVE.

" ... All is Infinite MIND and its infinite manifestation, for GOD is ALL-IN-ALL ..."

~ Mary Baker Eddy, a weird New England mystic who was nobody's fool. ;-)

-FJ said...

There is a "subjective" truth in the 'anarchic' poem at the start of this thread. We should take it as our "duty" to eradicate the conditions which lead to it. It is a "symptom" of a socio-economic malaise, a "lack" of opportunity, a defect in our 'gardening' technique.

-FJ said...

...a challenge for a non-animal. ;)

-FJ said...

I see a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
And that'll be the end of me.

While the vicious fish was caught unawares in the tenderest of tendrils
Underneath her tender gills

I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to the music halls
I will become this animal
Anomalous appendages
A non-animal

Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
I know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
Hold on just a second
Don't tell me this one you know
i know this one I know this song
I know this one I love this song
I know this one

Underneath the stalactites
The troglobites lost their sight
Uh oh

The seemingly innocuous plecostomus
though posthumus
They talk to us
They talk too much

See a sea anemone
The enemy
See a sea anemone
That'll be the end of me
Vicious fish was caught unawares
In the tend'rest tendrils
Underneath her tender gills and

I will become this animal
Perfectly adapted to a music hall
I will become this animal

Anomalous appendages
A non-animal

FreeThinke said...

A not unclever use of language, but again DISPIRITING –– a call to GIVE UP on LIFE as a fundamentally cruel, essentially futile, frankly WORTHLESS endeavor –– an IMPOSITION on Innocence if you will.

Andrew Bird? I see he's made quite a name for himself, but from the little I've seen, I can't help but wonder why?

I tried to listen to the music video presenting this as a song, but the words were unintelligible in that moaning, mewling, murmuring, quasi-infantile fashion that seems imitative of Bob Dylan, whom I have always despised.

I'm sorry, but I find it almost impossible to feel "appreciation" for this sort of stuff. To me it's evocative of an effete culture that too eagerly accepts –– even longs for –– Damnation.

-FJ said...

Nil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio

Jen Brimmage said...

Andrew Bird is sublime for me. Happy and sad running full speed and terrified at once.

Thersites said...

He's tapped into our collective psyche. Another "symptom," if you will. :)