Charleston Church Shootings…

I know we live a blessed time in history, (compared to the rest of human history) and a blessed country (in terms of having it very good in comparison to most everywhere else), but this country’s best potential is having the capability to see our ill’s, and make the changes necessary to rectify those ill’s..But to do that we have take a painful look around us…

Having just found about the shooting late last night, as I don’t watch a lot of the, so called “news” knowing better entertainment is always just a click away…Oh, did I refer to “the news” as entertainment…My bad; I meant corporate controlled bastardized “entertainment”… Now they have a story they can attach themselves too, and siphon the very life blood out this tragedy till the corps drys up and turns to dust, then take the dust and sprinkle it all over the next story (I’m sorry I sound harsh toward the news, as I have had first hand experience with them when my sister died, but also I feel they are a huge part of this problem!)…

10351528_10204928390629475_234250826377310526_nI can’t believe at the age of 60, after living in Atlanta Ga in 1968 when blacks had to sit in the back of busses, and drink from segregated water fountains that this hateful shit is still going on…! We as a country refuse to look at our history in any serious light or factual clarity, even though the details are still available to us, (and we better read it now before that changes) we don’t bother to look…Yet we continue to educate our kids with bullshit smoke and mirrors, and fairytales about hero’s…And then we allow ourselves to be inundated with propaganda through mass media…And we wonder how things like this shooting take place.

A punk ass loser kid walks into a church sits down and opens fire on good people for no reason at all except pure unadulterated hate and bigotry that has been placed into the very depts of his being by whatever tribe of Apes that raised this animal…This kid is just one of millions that carry this despicable illness within them, if it’s not Blacks, it’s Muslims, if not Muslims, then Gays, or Poor People, or maybe even you and me…This crap is born of ignorance, and nurtured by frickin idiots, and if you drill a bit deeper you will find a machine in place to keep the momentum going in order for the owners of said machine to continue to do what that have been doing best for 600 years now…

We are better then this dammit, or maybe I’m just bullshitting myself to flee from the sad reality of all this; my heart and prayers goes out to all the victims of this insane act, and their families…May these victims rest in peace.

“Maybe it’s time to just scrap the word “racist.” Find something new. Like Racial Disorder Syndrome. And we could have different categories for sufferers of this syndrome: mild, medium, and acute.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

Ornette Coleman…

I just found out today Ornette Coleman died three days ago, my condolences go out to his family and anyone here on my FB that my have been close to him: Ira Sullivan, Liebs, Frank Tusa, Richie, Richard, Tony, Fred, Chris… I’m not sure who of you may have either worked or hung with him in the early years, so if any of you did, I am sorry for your loss, and for the loss to the rest of the planet. This man was one of the very few of his kind, and history will remember him in that way without a doubt…John Coltrane, Albert Ayler, Sam Rivers, Ornette, these men took Jazz to places Jazz didn’t even see coming..

The piece Id like to post is close to my heart. It deals with his writing; his Idea. We all know him as the revolutionary giant of a saxophone player that he was, but I hear his pencil set to paper giving birth to ides that were both beautiful, abstract, and always passionate…”Dedication To Poets & Writers” was just that, a dedication to poets & writers…God has one amazing saxophone section in His band now…Peace.

Ornette Coleman – Dedication To Poets & Writers
Ornette Coleman – Alto Saxophone
David Izenzon – Bass
Charles Moffett – Drums
Selwart Clarke – Violin
Nathan Goldstein – Violin
Julien Barber – Viola
Kermit Moore – Cello

Art: Yes to the gold and the mud

11206048_10204911415565109_790475502880550621_nI have been in the arts most all my life…I don’t know of one artists worth their salt that hasn’t had to view this world with painful honesty as to both what they saw outside themselves, and from within…Naturally all great Musicians, Writers, and Poets take this infliction and make their choice as to what to do with these painful, and or joyful perspectives: weather to then turn around and paint a picture that resonates the beauty that has been magnified by this very pain, (and or joyful view), or paint a picture of the pain itself in it’s harsh actuality . The outcome of these decisions could be what makes a – Kahlil Gibran, or a Franz Kafka, – a Lord Byron, or a Charles Bukowski – a Penderecki, or a Dubusy – a John Coltrane or a Hubert Laws – even a Jimmy Hendrix, or a John Denver…The ONE THING for me is; that the artist always be honest; whether he or she offends or uplifts, brings joy or sadness, anger or tranquility, this or that, to his or her audience…That, and to be authentic in nature…Hermann Hesse says it quite well…Hesse cuts right to the bone here, and the artist is the recipient of the slice in my view, he is directing this to himself as well…People who love Art can choose what that care to embrace, the Artists has to walk into the storm if he or she are to be effective and true to their own nature as Artists…

Hermann Hesse

“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”
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Industry processing everything…!

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The reason I post so much of Wendell Berry’s (AKA, The Angry Farmer) work, is his poetry, novels, and philosophical works are all about activism, ecology, industrialization, and humanity in general, (not intellectual masturbation). The fact that industrialization has made it so humanity can really no longer get along within this paradigm of polarization, war driven economy, and consumerism, that it has embraced this potentially fatal new world order that has been prepared for us, (out of a subconscious desperation) and is about to have the very lifeblood that keeps us breathing cut off somewhere along the line, perhaps very soon. I believe this to be taking place as we speak.

I would think, all this would give way to a more serious examination by the masses, as to just how this is all taking place, and why, and for that we have to turn to people who are qualified to speak on these matters with some level of expertise, and humanitarian intentions, which in this day and age is very hard to find. So writers like Berry, Zinn, Hedges, Chomsky as hard on the eyes and ears as they can be need a hearing, if we are to get any prospective on other than the prospective of “Pac Man” and his insatiable appetite …

We have been dumbed down and uneducated by propaganda doled out by the Industrial Royals to the point we no longer see the forest through the trees. It seems as long as enough of us are feed well, fat, and living a good life, the hell with the rest, (its a numbers game) the problem with that is “we” also will be a part of “the rest” here very soon if “we” don’t look closely to the last 60 years or so, and see the patterns being implemented right under our noses by “The Royals”…

Berry breaks this down piece by piece in all his work, he shows how allowing this to continue “will” sever the very thread that ties us to something that makes humanity so very special, Love, Community, Benevolence, &c. and is now degrading bit by bit, and encouraging humanity to devolve into something far worse than any of the other creatures occupying this planet, BY FAR, in terms of destroying the very mother that gave birth to us (Earth), not to mention pissing all over the gift God provided.

Yet because Berry isn’t a shiny, hip, pop BS artist, nor is he concerned with any of that whatsoever, his huge, eloquent body of work goes somewhat unread by mainstream students today, even though Yale, Harvard, and every other major university nearly begs for his presents at their conferences…Just another example of a culture trained by its masters to always look to the shiny object dangling from the string held by the hypnotists, hired by the deformed leeches feeding on the populous…SMH..!

“The passive American consumer, sitting down to a meal of pre-prepared food, confronts inert, anonymous substances that have been processed, dyed, breaded, sauced, gravied, ground, pulped, strained, blended, prettified, and sanitized beyond resemblance to any part of any creature that ever lived. The products of nature and agriculture have been made, to all appearances, the products of industry. Both eater and eaten are thus in exile from biological reality.”
Wendell Berry

Tragicomic…

imgresThe consistent attempt of humans to separate ourselves from one another, in groups, under the flag of this or that, one group feeling as if they are standing on higher ground than the other, is the material of all good Theater, written and produced by parasites and vampires, and tickets sold to the public at the cost of everything…The few wealthy producing and selling tickets to this, (as Cornel West calls it) “Tragiecomic” production, do so at the cost of their souls. Many “poor” looking to survive this parasitic extraction of whatever little they still have left after paying the cost of the ticket to this Tragicomidy, struggle as they attempt to avoid being subjugated any further by this theater of the absurd that they bought into, this breeds the tension necessary to continue the production for years to come, unless of course, the public stop buying tickets…so the drama plays itself out time and time again in an unending stream of narratives depicting everything from honest pain caused by this manipulating propaganda and its byproducts, to grand success stories to bring hope to the ticket holders who buy into this theater production, it’s all very tidy…However. This all relies on the creative process from both the powerful and the weak having to cultivate various ways of mass hypnosis in order to aid either the robber or the robbed …what else can take place? The story line has already been written, and the play is already a hit…The idea that any human is not in direct connection, or one with his fellow man, is a lie that we all fall prey from sitting in this theater day after day, and with all too much trust for the artistic integrity of the producers. Byproduct, polarization. Divisions. Man made illusions, designed to keep the intended wholeness of man fragmented and polarized to the point of men and woman, buying hook line and sinker into the propaganda fed to us by “the ivory tower promo thugs” through their production… Bravo! you have to hand it to these crafty Billygoats and Apes, their good!

Ira Sullivan…

11151045_10204609993029734_4385935351584772495_nPhotos just don’t get any better than this…! I have known this man (Ira on the far right) since I was a sixteen year old street kid with a saxophone hanging off my shoulder knocking on his front door when he lived right across the street from a graveyard in Dania Florida, (his front door literally faced the graveyard which was about 100 feet away, if that…lol…) he answered the door and spent at least an hour with me, and told me to go home and practice, he’s been my friend ever since…For all of us young musicians (back in the day) that were friends with Ira, know Ira had a huge influence on all of us who came in contact with this him…He’s a Jazz legend because he blew through Chicago, and New York City with Red Rodney (Charlie Parker’s trumpet player) back in the 50, and 60’s like a Be-Bop hurricane leaving nothing but blown down Jazz clubs in its wake, and has played with every Jazz Great on the planet …Not to mention Ira was playing both Trumpet and Saxophone with equal genius, and I never use that word genius loosely, but with Ira, it rolls of the pen like warm butter…He also was nominated for several academy awards, the last one he lost to John Coltrane…So this photo just warms my heart to no end…Its Perfect…! Thats Jimmy Heath (played with John Coltrane, Miles Davis, Gil Evans, Dizzy, &c.) and Ray Drummond (played with Freddie Hubbard, Pharoah Sanders, Art Farmer &c.)…So you’re looking into a wealth of Jazz history in one photograph, these guys were major contributors to weaving Jazz into the American cultural landscape that spread all throughout the planet, and that’s not an over statement by any means…What a great shot…!

Family first… Painting by, Dali

dali reflectionsAs brothers and sisters, I think we will eventually have to find our way as all families do, working through our personality clashes, power struggles, dealing with our own reflections glaring (sometimes harshly) back at us by way of looking at one another. Just dealing with the day to day as we go along within this journey, and the daily disorientation of living in a world that is just a temporary illusion subject to a sudden halt at any given moment, can breed a subtle, or not so subtle internal disruption to ones mind and/or body. Blood is thicker than water, and we all share the same blood that flows swiftly throughout our bodies carrying with it the life force given us by God, and the same Father that Loves us all!…How much more blessing can we ask for then to learn our enemies are not our enemies! but our family…our enemies are not our enemies, but a mere reflection of all that is within us as we glare into this abstract mirror of self, by way of “these others”. We view others as if they were something outside ourselves, separate. This separateness is something deeply embedded in our DNA (the tribal instinct) this fallacy thriving under the pretence of this “separateness, (others), all to often we use as a vehicle for blame for our own bad behavior that we hide so very deep inside our own personal experiences, so as to not even be seen by ourselves, let alone anyone else, and discard this reflection as something outside ourselves all together, and see it as something to be tamed or eradicated altogether…This reflection will scream to us if we shed the illusion of separation, it will scream “I am” ! if we just listen. Through this very reflection that causes us so much inner turbulence by way of denial in terms of our confusion as to what it is, and what it isn’t, it is still begging us to look Closer!!!  Recognize! Jesus instructed, “SEEK and you shall find”, but I believe most of us never gave it a thought He was referring to the expedition being one of inner exploration, not a journey outward, but to the center of ourselves…

“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”  Herman Melville

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