BLOODY WORDS

It’s only words and words are all we have to take your life away.

Words! Words! Words! And more Words!

Misinterpreted Words! Misconstrued Words! 

Used and Abused and Tortured Words!

Words use as weapons or just excuses for plain stupidity or pure evil.

Words like “Blood is thicker than water”, 

Loyalty, Honour, Pride! Patriotism!

All supposed to be (and seen by many as) GOOD words.

Honour Killing, Vendetta, vengeance, ostracising, snobbery all use those words with pride.

One seems to forget that Pride was the original sin way before lust and greed actually and it is STILL part of some sin list somewhere and it cometh before the fall we are told.  And it’s just not venial but capital and deadly mind you according to some again.

Nietzsche saw pride as an example of a previous, master set of morals that had been replaced with slave moralities. In this, pride was good, because it acknowledges the good and the noble, rejecting the weak and insipid. Without pride, Nietzsche argued, we will remain subservient

Interesting considering the proverb “Blood is thicker than water” is also German.  Aryan Pride maybe? That is a loaded expression in 2 little words.

All this effervescence of thoughts and questions comes from a small article and my whole life building also I suppose: a continuation on my ponderings from yesterday about what is absolute morality in an absolutely immoral world?

The small story was about the outrage of a father about his son’s aggressors not going to jail. It takes you half the story and half the page to realize there are more “factors” involved some would say attenuating factors but what do I know in the end I tended to side and sigh with the poor judge which is not always the case as they do corrupt justice in a big time and many a times at times.  But yeah what do you do in Australia or all over the world really with drunken brawls? 

My position is if you take a tiger by the tail, be prepared for a few scratches and bruises and be prepared to take all the responsibility for it too. In other words, don’t go blaming the tiger. If you’re gonna mouth off like King Kong you better be prepared to face an army stronger and crazier than you one day.   Now if you were assaulted in the confines of your own house while you were minding your own business that’s another story but if you play with fire one day you WILL get burned, laws of statistics unless you are an extremely lucky moron and mother luck took pity on your stupidity but mother luck is terribly whimsical and unpredictable at times.  So the fact that you are my son or my daughter or my brother has nothing to do with reality really and street justice.  Sorry it happened to you but there are plenty of crazy tiger out there and the live by the sword die by the sword also applies I suppose to the live by the mouth.

It does become quite interesting and construed when loyalty requires you to lie too. Or at least not to tell the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth I swear/affirm ...and produces so many “failures to recall”.

The shades of perjury vs loyalty in a corrupted world are not always clear considering for one thing that the truth could send many innocents to their unjust deaths as well. 

A bit like this “abortion being the top of the dandelion’s”  theory of mine in this complex convoluted and twisted world that way too often insist murderously on the letter of the law since they are totally blind and unaware of the SPIRIT of the law: more than blind and unaware really even callous and outrageously against that very spirit, foaming at the mouth with hatred against it too in some sort of a perpetual spiritual rabies state: the very sight of pure “water” sending them in a fuming frenzy. (Rabies in French is Rage)

The justice and word veneration of each of us is quite twisted ever since that tree choice but imagine now the justice of so-called sociopaths and psychopaths.  And one does one become a sociopath and/or a psychopath to begin with?

But we don’t need to go that far for the moment there is enough on the news already to question the justice and word veneration of millions if not billions of us, watching genocides, wars, corruption, religious hatred, LIES, activism of some, just about any day news, how does one justify or live with so-called collateral damage? How does one live with poisoning a whole neighbourhood? How does one live with counting money more valuable than lives? As many corporate heads would rather gamble with a few lives than with a financial loss.

So much bovine scatology in the media that one would have to be a scholar and a scientist to decipher it all: a bovine scatologist?  In the vernacular that would be a specialist in bullshit! J

More simply how does one live as we all do with watching all the horror and go and have our KFC and a good night of sleep? I guess one just has to I suppose. 

In this world of personal happiness one almost HAS to have the words FTW tattooed deeply in one’s forehead or one becomes a poet or a folk singer,

plus the unavoidable and inexorable fact that there is absolutely nothing (or so very little and temporary really) that we can do about it. 

Okay I hear you a few GIANTS have changed thing in the past but these giants are dust and ashes now and their memory could not gather a tenth of what they gathered in their lifetime and we are working on the early defusing of GIANTS very well thank you and the memory of John Lennon or the memory of Ghandi could not gather an immense crowd today.  Contemporary wannabe giants are quite well reined in post 9/11 times.

Darkness will prevail and your name as a martyr will soon be forgotten as the worms eat you or as you enrich the ecology somewhere with your ashes as per your choice of burial.  Christ is long forgotten, his message is (“running out of superlatives”) utterly destroyed and lost here.   Julian Assange will soon be destroyed and forgotten.  What is left of Ghandi’s words and spirit in India?  What have we learned from Vietnam? And so many more unanswered questions, things we cannot and never will be able to excuse.

I love the word “inexorable” it means simply and basically that it

“cannot be prayed out of”.

In as in non, ex as in out, and orable as in prayer, oratory, oraison in French.

Well David Wilcox is trying to “Show the Way” and to make me sing along with Murray Head Say it ain’t so Joe please.  Say it ain’t so. 

But like Thomas I might have to put my finger in the socket for this one. 

Of course there’s gotta be a twist at the end and some cavalry hiding somewhere no? 

Or maybe life and the planet don’t have a Hollywood ending

Or a Biblical One

But rather a Hollow Eliotian One:

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

Maybe we are all whimperers!

After all Pink Floyd did say that Quiet Desperation was the English Way

And it sure pleases the forces that are not so quiet. 

It is a very old story/myth really to keep the crowds down and dumb while they rape and ravage the planet. 

God after all was invented by the rich and the arms makers for sure. 

How else could we have so many wars and so many sheep doing nothing and waiting for a “Farther Along” and an Olam Haba that never comes while they are being fleeced and butchered/ sacrificed at the same time too? Supporting all the angst of Psalm 73 à la Hamlet, more afraid of what is to come than the injustice that is.

REFERENCE TEXTS

SHOW THE WAY (David Wilcox)

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life...

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What's stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late he's almost in defeat
It's looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge
Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins
It is...

Chorus:
Love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set. Feel you own heart beating
In your chest. This life's not over yet.
so we get up on our feet and do our best. We play against the
Fear. We play against the reasons not to try
We're playing for the tears burning in the happy angel's eyes

PSALM 73

 1  A Psalm of Asaph. Truly God is good to Israel, even to such as are of a clean heart.

 2  But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.

 3  For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

 4  For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm.

 5  They are not in trouble as other men; neither are they plagued like other men.

 6  Therefore pride compasseth them about as a chain; violence covereth them as a garment.

 7  Their eyes stand out with fatness: they have more than heart could wish.

 8  They are corrupt, and speak wickedly concerning oppression: they speak loftily.

 9  They set their mouth against the heavens, and their tongue walketh through the earth.

 10  Therefore his people return hither: and waters of a full cup are wrung out to them.

 11  And they say, How doth God know? and is there knowledge in the most High?

 12  Behold, these are the ungodly, who prosper in the world; they increase in riches.

 13  Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency.

 14  For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.

 15  If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I should offend against the generation of thy children.

 16  When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;

 17  Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then understood I their end.

 18  Surely thou didst set them in slippery places: thou castedst them down into destruction.

 19  How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.

 20  As a dream when one awaketh; so, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.

 21  Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.

 22  So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.

 23  Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden me by my right hand.

 24  Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.

 25  Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.

 26  My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

 27  For, lo, they that are far from thee shall perish: thou hast destroyed all them that go a whoring from thee.

 28  But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works.

FARTHER ALONG

1.     Tempted and tried, we’re oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long;
While there are others living about us,
Never molested, though in the wrong.

o    Refrain:
Farther along we’ll know more about it,
Farther along we’ll understand why;
Cheer up, my brother, live in the sunshine,
We’ll understand it all by and by.

2.     Sometimes I wonder why I must suffer,
Go in the rain, the cold, and the snow,
When there are many living in comfort,
Giving no heed to all I can do.

3.     Tempted and tried, how often we question
Why we must suffer year after year,
Being accused by those of our loved ones,
E’en though we’ve walked in God’s holy fear.

4.     Often when death has taken our loved ones,
Leaving our home so lone and so drear,
Then do we wonder why others prosper,
Living so wicked year after year.

5.     “Faithful till death,” saith our loving Master;
Short is our time to labor and wait;
Then will our toiling seem to be nothing,
When we shall pass the heavenly gate.

6.     Soon we will see our dear, loving Savior,
Hear the last trumpet sound through the sky;
Then we will meet those gone on before us,
Then we shall know and understand why.

HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--

No more--and by a sleep to say we end

The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--

To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause. There's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprise of great pitch and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,

The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remembered.