Oh, they are working on the "wealth generation" alright...
The “Wealth Generation”:
To get past the pitch & on to the meat of it, go to: 3:00, & the following parts 3 & 4...
Warning: It ain’t stuff of tranquil healthy mood upping candles and mantra….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GzCNdxCoT2k
…he calls optimists, …fools. Pessimists, …perty much on track. Realists, …at least not fools. An optimist stands beside the family fire pit and inspires her/his kids to keep plugging away on the creative avenues that move them even to a slightly higher ground…until no higher ground exists…at least. So optimists are not fools; mournful, perhaps, sorrowful in the wisdoms of age and the view of young adulthood notions falling prey to man’s ugliest [sneakiest/creepiest/thievingest] paradigm shift, but not so much fools any more than an underdog thinking he will win is a fool; hope is indefatigable, even if only on a very small close-nit scale. Ants on a turd in a toilet can remain hopeful, even through the exciting swirl down the shoot…or leaping off the turd and swimming against the current on a mad dash for a dry spot….until (& only when) they drown.
I kinda-sorta believe there are several ants on turds…right this very moment…trying to figure out how to make a mad dash to a dry spot. …It may actually be futile, but what else is there to do for somebody with wherewithal and the pained awareness?
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Nah, fuck all that: After you view this lecture in full, you’ll likely kill-off your optimist within, if it's not already dust…and then I don’t have a clue what you may do. Maybe you’ll hug your kid and teach her/him how to throw a hatchet with some accuracy, or maybe you’ll bury it way back deep down and gas up the pickup and go buy materials, or maybe you’ll run [well-meant] for local government and get your friend to write speeches for you, or maybe you’ll pray, or maybe you’ll write a song that moves the spirit with melody while proving that hope is dead with your words. Why, …oh why, did Superman have to die?
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ACTION PHILOSOPHY
By Michael McClure
THAT GOVERNMENT IS BEST WHICH GOVERNS
[LEAST.
Let me be free of ligaments and tendencies
to change myself into a shape
that’s less than spirit.
LET ME BE A WOLF,
A caterpillar, a salmon,
or
an
OTTER
sailing in the silver water
beneath the rosy sky.
Were I a moth or condor
you’d see me fly!
I love this meat of which I’m made!
I dive in it to find the simplest vital shape!
AH! HERE”S THE CHILD!!!
WHAT'S LIBERTY WHEN ONE CLASS SYARVES
[ANOTHER?
