thoughts on my mind this morning:
Pat Bishop's evident sense and duty of work, at all cost to health, wellbeing and life, as told by some of her closests ...the ide of "working to and till the cost of life" comes to me. I wonder who else have i seen that kind of ethic; i wonder where it comes from; what it comes from? I wonder if slavery and indentureship .> a complete release to exhaustion and inevitable death that to my mind seems to bring it closer, sooner. a powerlessness? a fatalism? am i right? and i was...when I heard of her death, how she went and the complaints she made earlier in the day, just what was explained this morning is exactly what i subscribed/ so now i wonder why>? what is that about? what anthropology and ethnography or cultural frame is that?
then waking up to Irene and the recognition that she is pointed and directed to slam straight into my childhood home; and the footage of folk going on about their business as normal. and the bloomberg host speaks of the ny character, "you can tell a NewYorker but you cant tell 'em nothing", how they appear to be ignoring warnings and he says the reckoning will be told on Monday morning..
and the me in global world assessment dont end there/
a car bombing in Abuja, the Nigerian recent capital, at the UN building
And I think, well. perhaps there is no where to go other than where i am, despite my how many tentacles sent out to all, everywhere and sundry; old haunts and new places. all of them under some kind of strain, bent, destroyed and buckling. there is no where left to escape/;that ended since 1998, why are folk like me still raising rugs and digging up overgrowth?
i wonder if i have the mettle to do what i did twenty years prior? i think the deep truth of the matter, is now the fire is now just embers. Think i want to just sit and make hearth and home, whatever that home may be or not. it just is
the fact of the matter is that this is a global reaping time. It is a time of economic shifts and political realignment; great and grave instability; all at the whims and subjectivity to the weather, the one we created with our global warming as if we did not need to live here...well. sociopsychopathology at its height needs to play itself out...i wonder if this is really the time to go trolloping through the cumulative sewers of our times?
and what am i watching at this hour Friday, August 26, 2011 9:48pm
CNN's Living with Slums, Part Two, Manila Phillipines
the host: "my revulsion of how people are living, leads to admiration as to what is required of them to survive"
and that leads me to put my own strivings in context/ there are no words. is it possible to list 2011 current human afflictions created by human darkness/ and yet, i number among the fortunate. so let me rest and sit content and carefully easy. in honor of those not with either privilege or luxury
Pat Bishop's evident sense and duty of work, at all cost to health, wellbeing and life, as told by some of her closests ...the ide of "working to and till the cost of life" comes to me. I wonder who else have i seen that kind of ethic; i wonder where it comes from; what it comes from? I wonder if slavery and indentureship .> a complete release to exhaustion and inevitable death that to my mind seems to bring it closer, sooner. a powerlessness? a fatalism? am i right? and i was...when I heard of her death, how she went and the complaints she made earlier in the day, just what was explained this morning is exactly what i subscribed/ so now i wonder why>? what is that about? what anthropology and ethnography or cultural frame is that?
then waking up to Irene and the recognition that she is pointed and directed to slam straight into my childhood home; and the footage of folk going on about their business as normal. and the bloomberg host speaks of the ny character, "you can tell a NewYorker but you cant tell 'em nothing", how they appear to be ignoring warnings and he says the reckoning will be told on Monday morning..
and the me in global world assessment dont end there/
a car bombing in Abuja, the Nigerian recent capital, at the UN building
And I think, well. perhaps there is no where to go other than where i am, despite my how many tentacles sent out to all, everywhere and sundry; old haunts and new places. all of them under some kind of strain, bent, destroyed and buckling. there is no where left to escape/;that ended since 1998, why are folk like me still raising rugs and digging up overgrowth?
i wonder if i have the mettle to do what i did twenty years prior? i think the deep truth of the matter, is now the fire is now just embers. Think i want to just sit and make hearth and home, whatever that home may be or not. it just is
the fact of the matter is that this is a global reaping time. It is a time of economic shifts and political realignment; great and grave instability; all at the whims and subjectivity to the weather, the one we created with our global warming as if we did not need to live here...well. sociopsychopathology at its height needs to play itself out...i wonder if this is really the time to go trolloping through the cumulative sewers of our times?
and what am i watching at this hour Friday, August 26, 2011 9:48pm
CNN's Living with Slums, Part Two, Manila Phillipines
the host: "my revulsion of how people are living, leads to admiration as to what is required of them to survive"
and that leads me to put my own strivings in context/ there are no words. is it possible to list 2011 current human afflictions created by human darkness/ and yet, i number among the fortunate. so let me rest and sit content and carefully easy. in honor of those not with either privilege or luxury
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