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Mitzi Cowell



Last Updated: 12/14/2009

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City: TUCSON
State: Arizona
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/15/2006

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May 1, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  rebellious
What if liberal college professors actually stood side-by-side with conservative rural convenience store clerks against the big-money interests stealing our country from us?

What if we changed the words "stupid" or "ignorant" to "underinformed and tired"? What if we used the word "elite" for the real super-rich elites who will never show their faces but who have one hand in our pockets and the other around our throat?

What if we really looked at the way we were dividing ourselves against ourselves and our allies?

What if we let go of oppositional language - identify it when it comes out of our mouths and vow to discontinue the use of those words?

Yes - the entire human race needs to unify - worldwide. That is a joyful, beautiful image. But are we making a big show of caring about the struggling people in the "third world" and at the same time bashing the struggling people living a few blocks away from us? We are ALL being screwed. ONE world. ONE world. People are being poisoned and lied to in India and in western Pennsylvania. ONE world. ALL people.

Here are some articles that I think speak to a way in which we can draw inspiration from our national mythology and identity as frisky, pissed-off Americans to unify with each other, beyond ideological and lifestyle differences, in undermining the soul-stealing, spirit-crushing, murderous agenda of unbridled corporate greed.

Thom Hartmann on the real Tea Party
Glenn Greenwald article on banks

It's time for us to walk the talk of Freedom. We've been spoonfed for centuries the lie that "freedom" is everyone for themselves - the less responsibility the better. That old Individualism thing. Could this shallow interpretation of "freedom" be behind the choice to wear dreadlocks as much as it's behind the choice to turn your employee into an "independent contractor" and deny her benefits? (Nothing against dreadlocks - I'm just saying: is that as deep as your idea of freedom goes - the ability to wear what you like and say what you like?) What if we began to see freedom as responsibility? Responsibility for what comes out of my mouth, for writing someone off as not worth my time and energy, for the mess I've already created. What if I saw this responsibility not as a burden, but a joy? This is where the other American mythological ideal of Bravery comes in. When we face our fear of the unknown, acknowledge it as scary, and then walk through it anyway, our life becomes an adventure and we feel the actual sensation of being alive. It's like falling in love. Yes, scary. Yes, might get hurt. Yes, full of Joy. Yes.

It's time to take back the land of the free and the home of the brave from the corporate monsters feeding off of the imprisonment (both physical and financial) of people in our hometowns and across the planet, and setting up an ultra-policed "security" state based on fear. This is the opposite of "free" and "brave", hm?

And this revolution begins in our own minds. As we entertain the idea of actually reaching out to understand the reality of someone we see as "them." And then actually doing the reaching. And then reflecting on the experience. And then doing it again, and again.

There, the soapbox is now open...
April 29, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  vibrant
Category: Music
LOVE’S SO…

Love’s so sneaky that you can’t get away from it
If you try you’ll bump right into it
Love’s so ubiquitous you can’t get rid of it
Think you did and there it is again
Love’s so simple that you can be an idiot,
Still be an expert just like anyone
Love’s so fascinating I can think about it
All day long and all the next

Love’s so… oh I love you so…

Love’s so delicious that you can’t get tired of it
Eat it for breakfast, and at your favorite restaurant
Love’s so nutritious that you can live on it
Save your money for a new instrument

Love’s so entertaining, better than television
Better than Internet, better than religion
Love’s so unpredictable that every day is brand new
Every day is brand new and every day is brand new

Love’s so powerful it can make you President
Get some behind you – it’s like a mighty wind
Love’s so stimulating, throws me out of bed
Write down a new song that’s going through my head

Love’s so… mysterious
Love’s so… curious


FREE AND BRAVE

Well I parked in the High Priest’s parking space
And I would not wipe that smile off my face
And my loyalty is to the human race
And to the animals and the plants and the Earth
And I can never ever ever be a slave
Because I come from the land of the free
And the home of the brave

Now, my mind is tired from the lies I’ve been told
And the endless hours put on hold
By the highest bidder to whom I’ve been sold
Who’ll never see my face or hear my voice
But I’m not his vassal or his serf or his knave
And I come from the land of the free
and the home of the brave

Now, I know I’ve been arrogant
And I know I’ve been ignorant
And I know my taxes are spent
On the prison industry and machines of war
But I would not see someone made a slave
Because I come from the land of the free
And the home of the brave

Things here move very slowly
Painfully, painfully slowly
But I believe in the teleology
Because I feel it here inside of me
And if anything is going to turn this around
It’s gonna come up from the ground
From people pushed so far into the corner
We begin to see each other
And I am a ripple in a rising wave
And I come from the land of the free
And the home of the brave

Now, you may say I’m ridiculous
And you may say a blind optimist
And you may say I’m on a sinking ship
And I could not argue with you
But I parked in the High Priest’s parking space
And I will not wipe this smile off my face
And I believe this is my saving grace
And I would not change a thing
And I am inclined to misbehave
Because I come from the land of the free
And the home of the brave


AT NIGHT

At night, brown hands come out to clean up after the white
At night, dimly we see the things kept out of sight
But what if we stayed out late tonight?

At night, we close out eyes until the daylight
At night, easier than seeing what’s not right
But what if we stayed up late tonight?
See what there is to see tonight?

At night, a man is loading his truck for the day
At night – too hot to work if he sleeps too late tonight
But what if we stayed up late tonight?
See what there is to see tonight?

At night, a child is boarding a Greyhound bus
At night… looks down through her big window at us
At night… her mama lives nine hours away
At night – sliver of moonlight through the bars of her cage tonight
But what if we stayed up late tonight?
Under that same moonlight, tonight?
Reach out into the dark tonight?
Maybe see who we are tonight…

I’m talking about the elephant in the room in the U.S.A.
Might not see it till you get away...
What makes us so afraid of the dark?
What makes our eyelids so heavy?


WHITE CATHEDRAL

I don’t waste a minute
When I waste I waste days at a time

So much Life
So much Life all around me

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Grass is greener over there
Up here in my white cathedral
Ice is crackling through the air

So much Life
So much life underneath the snow
So much Life
So much Life everywhere we go

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Grass is greener over there
Up here in my stone cathedral
Dust is crackling through the air

So much Life
So much Life everywhere we go
So much Life
So much life in the seeds that blow

I don’t waste a minute
When I waste I waste days at a time


THE DANFORTH STUMBLE / RABBIT HOLE

Cocktail girls like a heart when it’s breakin’
And leave you standing on the road less taken
All the way up in the frozen north
Stumbling down the Danforth

Well I went for a trim and she cut all my hair off
But that doesn’t matter ‘cause I never take my toque off
One of these days I’ll make sense of it all
But right now my back’s up against the wall…

I got a 60 dollar parking ticket
Got to my car just ahead of the tow truck
Now I’ve smoked my last beer and I drank my last see-gar
Never thought I could make it this far
(down the hole)

Whatever you want me to do
I’m gonna have to get back to
tomorrow

Well, what’s your categorical imperative duty
When you slip on the ice and you fall on your booty?
Waiting for a little bit to fill up your cup…
You’ll be hugging your pillow ‘till the sun comes up

Whatever you want me to do
I’m gonna have to get back to tomorrow
Don’t call me…
I’ll be in touch…

Cocktail girls like a heart when it’s breakin’
Now I’m lying face down on the road less taken
Wondering what all the trouble was worth
Stumbling down the Danforth
 
Down the rabbit hole
Looking back at the world you’re leaving
Down the rabbit hole
It’s understandable that you’re grieving
Down the rabbit hole…

Who will I be?
Who will I be?

All above lyrics Copyright 2009 Mitzi Cowell, Stellajerome Music


WAKE UP ROSIE (traditional, arranged by Mitzi Cowell)

Wake up, Rosie, tell me your midnight dream

I found the devil, baby, in my bed

Go ‘way devil don’t you bother me

I hope my brother keeps on writing me

(Now tell me)
I won’t marry ‘till you go free

Wake up, Rosie, tell me you’re midnight dream


Currently reading:
West with the Night
By Beryl Markham