across large swaths of society the sane are routinely,
unquestioningly separated from those insane or questionable, the normal from
the abnormal, eccentric, strange, objectionable. as i dig around in these separations,
what is mostly meant is that the sane, the normal are middle class
professionals. doesn’t matter whether they’re black or white, male or female,
hindu or secular, gay, straight, bi …
next phase
diversity challenges? technocapitalist inquisitional homogenization?
i no longer need to think of my body for my
body is nature and nature doesn’t think of itself. and the world is in my body
as it is in a bear or a patch of grass or the moon
i took 25 years to find my voice and as i
found it it began tiring me. so i give the found voice up, seek voices far
outside, wearing them as passable fashions
the metro mobs i used to avoid i now join
freely. traveling transit in rush hour becomes a fascination, novelty, a ride
on the ride called otherness, meditation, lucid dream, comedy, living
anthropology class, a question and awe … what
is this species?! how can its modes be mine?
as we build more and bigger dams across the
earth’s physical rivers, so we build more and bigger dams across the rivers of
the human psyche – the flow of emotions, passions, drives, now channeled,
diverted, managed. so if i feel depressed, despairing, anxious, schizoid,
hyper, manic, lethargic, suicidal – all these are something to be labeled, diagnosed,
analyzed, possibly pathologized, overcome, corrected – transforming me (through
whatever means – work, pharmaceuticals, therapy, religion, yoga or exercise)
into an avatar of happiness
the dams grow, with consequent environmental
damage
and the techniques (if these are what they
are?) for simply (is this the adverb?) allowing the river(s) to flow (rapidly,
slowly, stagnantly, vortically, …) without judgment, damming, without pulling
others into my river – yet an interest in accepting the environment within,
becoming acquainted (even intimate) with the landscape, describing them
possibly – or at least the sensations aroused during wandering – as you would a
river near your home, a river you love?
but who has time for such exploration? for –
yes – exploring takes time. but dams demand time be used for building more dams.
exploring takes risk. but dams demand that risk be subject to risk management
models and governance. exploring requires flawed or missing maps. but …
western philosophy – that moated walled
fortified edifice: an unbalanced input
in history’s mixing console
only once the majority of humans were
urbanized could the statement everything
is political make sense; spend sufficient time alone in nature –
increasingly a rarity and privilege – and such statements dematerialize
love, once such a
meteorological
wrestle,
slips into
its wardrobe,
changing clothes
meanwhile,
rain falls in a northern
january
and
a sadoo
walks gently
