I wrote this post a few months ago on Art and Life. I think it’s worth bringing up to date and reblogging here for it’s still pertinent – perhaps even more so now.
Is it that I’m percolating my reactions to current events,
global and personal,
outer and inner,
or is that I’m waiting for the dust to settle
on political changes here, there and everywhere
or on the inner spiritual upheaval/regeneration I have been experiencing?
Either way, percolating or letting the dust settle, it’s hard to string words together to form grammatically correct sentences. I woke this morning to this thought/idea/concept-
In the canyons of my mind
Ginsberg howling from the Afterlife
‘All is not how it seems’.
Unfortunately I jolted fully awake before Ginsberg could howl out his meanings and his posthumous perspectives on it all so I am still percolating/letting the dust settle as I try to work out it is, or even how it seems to be.
So much fear and loathing being expressed by so many right now – the fear of World War, of Muslims and of migrants. My life long fear of nuclear holocaust is triggered.
As Ginsberg howls from the Afterlife I catch hold of ideas percolating in the ethers –
I see that the old order is inherently corrupt
It favours the elite few over the often powerless and subjugated majority.
As new awareness and understanding, both political and spiritual, sweep across the globe the power base of the old elite is disintegrating. As the old power structures begin to disintegrate chaos ensues.
Just what new frameworks we find to guide us into the future remains to be seen.
Will the rabble baying for blood rule the day
– will it be like the French Revolution where the elite were publicly beheaded
or Nazi Germany where minority groups were shipped off to death camps?
Will Trump nuke Isis and/or North Korea
– will we descend into the holocaust of global war?
Or will we somehow find our way, collectively and individually, to work together to create an egalitarian society where all humans co-exist peacefully in a world governed by sound ecological principles that ensure the ongoing survival of our species and of the bio-sphere we inhabit?
Our future hangs in the balance and the outcomes are, at present, unknown.
Percolating, or letting the dust settle, I dig over my new vegie plot. I write haiku. I meditate on peace.
I am free to change to my consciousness. I am free to transcend my fears and find a way forward that sustains me spiritually. All the same, it’s not a straightforward path.
excerpt from Howl by Alan Ginsberg – (you can read the poem in full here – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/49303)
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!