On politics I cannot stand. I just listen and learn. I use them just like I use everything else...just like religion, education, institution, systems, laws, disease, fighting, peace, philosophy, existence, reasoning...
What it all boils down to is ART ~ which IS my religion, my politics and it is my every way of reasoning and comprehending being. I could spend my time studying the ins & outs of who's who, what's what, where this is going down and why that is happening. McCains, Clintons, bombs, money, hospitals, insurance, drugs, life, rights, amendments...gods, myths, creation and jobs.
My husband, a few nights ago, decided to fill me in on campaign news, VP's, backstories and whatnot. I tried really hard to care that some chic with a basket full of kids on the tips of Alaska would be a mate. I tried really hard to believe that it is my vote that counts. Out of my gut arose a moment of truth. And that truth stabbed me. I've been bleeding slowly. I took it out on a friend in a drunken state, yammering about how we can do what we want and what is it that we want to do. Monologing oozes of blood drenched weariness, purging the stillness of my power into the pools of stillness.
Sometimes I get embarrassed about my apporach. I'm bitchy, loud, wild, relentless, manic and smaller than the system...and then every time I feel that way, I give myself an ass whuppin. I remember that it is the system that makes me feel this way. Brainwashed masses are those that lie and lay, grovel and pay. Sometimes I crave the normal bedside manner of drugged up cells and skeptic filled wells of insecurity...and then I remember that that is the easy way out. That is the way of the 95% being led by the 5%. It takes a bit of courage and a whole lot of trust, it takes gut thrust and belief lust.
Sometimes I think that I'm wasting my time perusing the limitless pages of myspace, and then I am reminded that I am working the limitless faces of fate. I ask and receive, I believe and receive, I stop worrying and I find exactly what I am looking for. This person leads me to that, and that information inspires action.
Art is a reflection, a movement, an action, a motion of an ocean of power and insight. Art is born from the fornication of ideas and belief, breath and relief, rights and authority, power and glory. Art is behind every politician, new wave institution of entertainment. Art is in front of every changing ebb of flowing mass and matter, reason for beautiful truthful inspirational gospel of the heart and soul.
It only takes one voice, one pen, one moment, one active approach.
Could it be about death, killing, prophecy, fear, pain, suffering, abandonment, depression, cult, horror, bleak fields of lies that come from doubt filled minds?
YES
Could it be about hope, help, sacrifice, love, passion, nourishment, vision, good feelings oozing and enlightenment?
YES
Who is to say what should be brought to light? Should we hide the darkness, in the darkness or censor the light of experience?
NO
We should embrace the one thing we are able to embrace, and that is our perception. We should be embarrassed if we believe that we should censor ourselves or anyone else, or that any idea is too far fetched. We should be embarrased to die until we have scored a victory for mankind. We should be inspired by what we come in contact with, because there are no accidents or lessons that don't deserve to be savored. We should share with others and love our selves. We should borrow what we appreciate and turn it into our own mission. Nothing is too small, and nothing is too large. It all fits together.
It's the blanket.
It's Frodo and Anakin.
It's a mission to nourish the world.
It's fuck you I won't do what ya tell me.
It's Rosa Parks.
It's the great conjunction.
It's your baby's smile.
It's a missing limb.
It's an art of persuasion that drives us to live, to breath, to succeed, to dream, to do, to vote, to make and to parade our mind for all to see.
I thank Carrieann and her GoddessNaturals myspace. She is a voice that I only know via myspace. She has inspired me, shared, opened and linked everything together for me in one unexpected moment. Her one voice was not alone, it was joined by a powerful mass of connection, spirit and motivation. She sent a bullitan that got me into sync and smothered in buttery glory. She melded with Rage Against the Machine and that melded me into a feast of breaded systematic change. My projects keep growing thanks to a little help from my friends. Enjoy a fun Rage moment in honor of my rantings:
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