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The Pelican Web

Posted by honestpoet on August 20, 2009

Just a quick note to acknowledge that I’m adding The Pelican Web to my blogroll under “Building a Better World.” Here’s this from their mission statement:

There is overwhelming evidence that violence is the main obstacle to sustainable development. It is also well known that there is an intrinsic link between patriarchy and violence. Therefore, mitigating violence requires overcoming the patriarchal mindset in both secular and religious institutions.

The mission of The Pelican Web is to collect and analyze knowledge on obstacles to sustainable development, and to publish the monthly, free subscription, open access PelicanWeb Journal of Sustainable Development. The e-journal provides a monthly digest on current research pursuant to human solidarity, ecological sustainability, and both secular and religious non-violence.

I came across them in a message to a women’s poetry list I recently joined, about the importance of gender equity in the clergy. I’m thrilled to see someone doing this work.

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We’ve Escaped!

Posted by honestpoet on February 25, 2008

We’ve been offline, relocating about 1,500 miles to the north. We no longer live in the Buckle of the Bible Belt (or anywhere near it). Now we’re in an area where tolerance of diversity is a value, where intellectual freedom is a given, where education is a priority rather than a threat to religious faith.

I look forward to the transformation this will bring about in our lives and in my work (and in our very selves, for I’m certain that one’s location has a bigger affect than we realize on one’s sense of self). We’d lived in our former city in Louisiana for almost ten years. I knew going into it that it wasn’t going to be a comfortable cultural fit. We’ve chosen our new home with the culture in mind. I’m so glad our children are going to be able to come of age here, rather than there.

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Song of Anat

Posted by majutsu on January 15, 2008

Please abandon fear. Realize that everyone is divine. We all live in a world spun of language, imagery, and sheer vibration emanating from us that we embed in every vase, wall, plant or animal around us. These beings, the company we keep in our heads and in the world we choose to live in, are fabricated out of the music of our hearts. The song we sing from the center of our skulls, deep in the pituitary, pumping out serotonin, neuroepinephrine, dopamine like a giant umbrella of psychedelic eminence, radiating pastel skies, rage, sadness and joy in undulating protrusions. Not only does this song ring in our ears as sound, but sings in our eyes as light, and our nose as smell. Hormonal waves ripple emotion and physical throbbing through our bodies in cycles of minutes, hours and years. We do yoga all day, how we hold our spine, whether we look down in command, surveying our creation in confidence, or look up in awe, mothered by the great divine. Small to large we are a continuous pole of vibration living in a world of vibrating beings, some made by us, some made by others. We are also made by others, and our children spiritual and physical make others. We are one and we are many, carving each other with our song. Remember we are free to move. We are free to be crazy. We are free to smash myths. We are free to give sex to all beings, as many or as few as we desire, to sing of love as we please. We are also free to break morals, to lie, to cheat, to take without permission from those screaming in pain. Or instead, we are free to plant love, to raise all up to be the radiant stars of divinity they are but have forgotten. The cultural symbols of the past drift through us like seaweed along with our personal song waving through the waters of life we shroud ourselves in. Despite your habits and your wrappings, your bonds, remember your freedom. Sex is rhythm, work is rhythm, breathing is rhythm, let your song and your love be pure. Rise queen. Rise king. Take to your throne as lord of the universe. You are god. Sing into being a world of beauty. Your lover is waiting for you to remember who you are. Break through that wall, overcome that hurdle, abandon that fear, cut loose those chains. Remember who you are. You are god. Sing loudly. Sing strong. Sing peace. Sing so no one lies in any gutter, no one falls in any fear, no one trembles afraid, unloved. To let a soul go down unloved is the only sin I know, because you failed as the lord to not create beauty and peace. To let such wrong blacken your world is to throw down your crown and roll in the despair of amnesia. A divine being powerless to sing love deep into the four directions? I love you and I miss you so much, my great one. Arise and take your crown. Dispense your song and dance your dance. Beat the drum of your world loudly, for you are god.

Posted in beauty, Building a Better World, Earth Justice, ecology, evolution, freedom, gay rights, hallucinogens, illuminati, Islam, Jesus, Jews, kabbalah, Muslims, mysticism, poetry, power of love, prayer, religion, science, secular humanism, witchcraft | Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 5 Comments »

Song of Solomon is the only part of the Bible that should be read

Posted by majutsu on January 13, 2008

Kabbalah notes:

The schechinah is a female spirit , who as a symbol generated by the unconscious, ties together the various aspects or modalities of the mind. The kabbalah is the itemization of the mind’s modalities, so as to gain both self-knowledge and control of the self. Many of the letters or paths of the kabbalah take the form of abstractions of sexual relations with the schechinah or abstractions of her sexual anatomy. Whether a man or woman is the practitioner, the inner self, or the schechinah, is this divine female, and one’s divinity is attained by imitating her divine intercourse with the lord of the universe. She is in constant loving embrace with the world. As she says, “His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me.” The earth, symbolized by a bull, without mind, is dead. This is why when you first meet the schechinah she is alone and yearning, a widowed goddess, for the earth cannot be seen as a lord without her love. “By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loves: I sought him, but I found him not.” But it is the love and activity of the schechinah for her lover that returns him to life, joins he and she together in the joyous dance that is the mind at play and in love with the earth.

Below is the elucidation of some paths or energies in my meditations:

Daleth- Door. Understanding. Entry into the temple where one is taught by the schechinah.
Mem – Water. Breast milk. Pain and loss. Tears. Her crying face with her absent lover, keening. That which ties us to life, also the joy and nourishment of existence, food, plants and animals for food, clothing, medicine, and spirituality.
Peh – Mouth. Fellatio. Aggressiveness, drive. Taking over, domination. Energy to do tasks.
Shin – Tooth. The fangs of criticism and self-abrogation. Trial. The harsh aspects of life and nature.

It is clear that the Bible does contain a mystical system. The Song of Solomon is probably the clearest and most accessible pathway to understand the coherent and effective mystical tradition that is behind the poetry of the Bible. The danger of misapplying the remainder of the Bible into aberrant and irrational attitudes that are destructive to self and others is so high, that I believe nothing should be read except the Song of Solomon until that poem is understood. If you read the Song of Solomon and it doesn’t make perfect sense to you, then you should put the Bible away and not read another word of it for a long time. Go meditate, learn, study, love, live. Read the poem only when you are drawn to it because you have already seen it manifested in your own heart. Otherwise, don’t touch that potentially poisonous book of difficult poems. The Song of Solomon is a gate keeper for the rest of the kabbalah. If this path, which is not generic or advantageous to all, does not work for you, there is still the beauty of life, poems to chant, songs to sing and mountains to climb, but to misapply deep unconscious symbols to reality, like fundamentalists apply bad theology to worse politics, is as dumb as spending today the money you dreamed you had last night. It won’t work, and it disrespects the schechinah to such an extent that the mental damage may be hard if not impossible to undue.

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2008 Is Going to Be a Very Strange Year

Posted by honestpoet on January 7, 2008

After we invaded Iraq, I repeated at the forums I frequent the phrase, “Is it 2004 yet?” to sum up what I felt. Silly me, I actually assumed the American people would have the sense to evict these liars from the White House.

It was too depressing to follow that with “Is it 2008 yet?” Not only did it seem way too far away, but now I have no confidence that the American people will have the sense to vote for change.

The only candidate I see who could offer real change is Dennis Kucinich, and, as usual, he’s hardly in the running, because he has common sense, and I’ve found there’s nothing actually common about common sense, and it’s not something the American people seem to appreciate in their politicians.

Now, we’ve got Obama, whom half the nuts in the country think is part of the Illuminati (a group that doesn’t really exist anymore, and never did anything real while they did — the OTO and the Golden Dawn accomplished much more in terms of opening up possibilities for astral exploration, for example), Clinton (talk about more of the same — egads, having the legal and insurance lobby running things? no thanks), Romney, who’ll never be elected because he’s Mormon (a religion many Christians don’t recognize as part of their club), and Huckabee, a former Baptist preacher (please save us from such a fate…having lived 13 years in the Bible Belt where Southern Baptists behave like Hilter’s brown-shirts in their evangelical zeal, I can’t imagine what would happen with one of theirs in charge). And McCain. Well, at least he’s been to war, and doesn’t approve of torture. But something about him doesn’t seem quite right, either.

Last night I finished reading Milan Kundera’s excellent book The Curtain, an essay in seven parts on the history of the art of the novel. It’s fascinating, and of course, as an escapee from Czechoslovakia after the Soviets invaded, he’s got real perspective on the importance and relevance of politics on people’s daily lives (and deaths) — he knows that when things go badly, artists are often eliminated by the powers that be. It makes me glad to live in America, where we do have some small protections, but I don’t take such things for granted. I don’t put it past Big Money to assassinate uppity poets.

One of his themes is the omnipresence of stupidity. And boy is he ever right. Folks are stupid. What really scares me about the current situation, though, is that the stupid have been in charge for so long now in America, they don’t seem to want to give up power even though they’re running the country into the ground. What is this distrust of intelligence? Why wasn’t Kerry elected? Why won’t Kucinich be elected?

I guess I’m going to buy a farm and live far away from people, and watch, like Robinson Jeffers did, while the stupid people of this country continue to elect stupid men who will continue to behave stupidly and make America the fool of the world.

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This is Why I’m in Poetry, Not Politics

Posted by honestpoet on December 27, 2007

Because I have children. And so did she, which is heartbreaking. They’ve assassinated Bhutto in Pakistan. Here’s the news story. And I thought our democracy was in trouble.

O, sons of Abraham, when are you going wake up and realize that we’re all one family? The human family!

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World’s first poem written in python

Posted by majutsu on December 23, 2007

# This poem was generated from Python 2.5 using a series of list object operations.
# All output (including the output authoring it's own source code)
# was sent to the textfile using a virtual compiler during runtime.

Wise Remembrances

I am not the things I have.
	I am not the people I love.
		I am not the labors I do.
			I am not the perceptions I experience.
				I am not the thoughts I think.
					I am not the emotions I feel.
						I am not the rules I follow.

							But in this moment . . .

						The rules I follow become me.
					The emotions I feel become me.
				The thoughts I think become me.
			The perceptions I experience become me.
		The labors I do become me.
	The people I love become me.
The things I have become me.

 Rules I follow. 
	Perceptions I experience. 
		Thoughts I think. 
			Labors I do. 
				Things I have. 
					People I love. 
						Emotions I feel. 

							But I will be unhappy if I forget . . .

							I am not the things I have.
						I am not the people I love.
					I am not the labors I do.
				I am not the perceptions I experience.
			I am not the thoughts I think.
		I am not the emotions I feel.
	I am not the rules I follow.

# Like any good poet, I bare my own innards below:

import random, sys
print '# This poem was generated from Python 2.5 using a series of list object operations.'
print '# All output (including the output authoring it\'s own source code)'
print '# was sent to the textfile using a virtual compiler during runtime.\n'
print '\n\nWise Remembrances\n\n'
global itemcounter
    'the things I have',
    'the people I love',
    'the labors I do',
    'the perceptions I experience',
    'the thoughts I think',
    'the emotions I feel',
    'the rules I follow']
def denunciation(objectlist,itemcounter,grade):
    for item in objectlist:
        print itemcounter*'\t'+'I am not '+item+'.\n',
    return itemcounter
def repunct(objectlist):
    for index in range(0,len(objectlist)):
print '\n'+itemcounter*'\t'+'But in this moment . . .\n'
for item in objectlist:
    print itemcounter*'\t'+item+' become me.'
for item in objectlist:
for item in copylist:

for item in newlist:
    print '\n',itemcounter*'\t',item,
print '\n\n'+itemcounter*'\t'+'But I will be unhappy if I forget . . .\n'
print '\n\n# Like any good poet, I bare my own innards below:\n\n'
print myinnards_exposed

# This is software that composes a Buddhist sutra "renunciation poem" "on-the-fly". 
# It further displays it's own source code as above.  If you run the code above in a Python compiler, 
# you will get a different, but similarly-ruled poem.  Interestingly, the Artificial Intelligent "author" 
# reflects on her own process at the end of the poem by displaying her own innards (Including this commentary).

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Creative Loafing: a Blog Worth Reading

Posted by honestpoet on December 10, 2007

Peter Meinke is the man who taught me how to write poetry, the craft of it. He also, as my mentor, helped me understand the need for poets to have something to say, as well as the need to hang on to our sense of humor. He taught me how to work with form (and even play with it), and how to free myself from it. To him I will be forever grateful.

Through correspondence I read a great rant from him about that bizarre world inside the Beltway which has such a disastrous effect on the world outside it. And then I went looking for the blog where it had been posted, Creative Loafing, out of Tampa, FL. I’m happy to introduce it to you and to add it to my blogroll. I think I’ll be checking back there often!

In that same correspondence, btw, I answered the question he asks at the end of this glorious expression of outrage by this good man, as to which Democrat might lead us out of this quagmire that is the war in Iraq, with: Dennis Kucinich.

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Lawrence Ferlinghetti is My Kind of Poet

Posted by honestpoet on November 16, 2007

An anarchist. I just listened to his “Greedy Blues” at Rhapsody, from the album *Mob Action Against the State.* He also gives a nice diatribe beforehand, about global capitalism and monoculture. I don’t have time to listen to the rest of the album yet, but I think I’ll have to.

He’s one of those rare poets, like me, who takes his responsibility as an artist seriously.

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Time Off for Spring

Posted by honestpoet on March 21, 2007

I haven’t abandoned this blog, I’ve just been occupied in the garden, and with my gardening class. Tomorrow is my last class, and I’ll be a Master Gardener. Which is hilarious. You’d know why I say that if you saw my garden right now. It’s a mess, though it looks a lot better than it did just weeks ago. My perennials are coming back to life, and all sorts of things are budding out or blooming.

But the weeds are even quicker than the flowers, and I’ve been having trouble keeping up. I’m not a spring chicken myself, so it’s not as easy for me to go out and pound out the work like I could even just a few years ago.

I had a poem come out in an atheist magazine, and I got my contributor’s copies about a week ago. My mother-in-law wants a copy. She’s a real sport these days. I’ve got another poem coming out any day in a lit mag out of the city where she lives, so she’ll be buying that one off the newsstand. But I’ll be taking her a copy of the other when we go up there soon for spring break.

We’ll be driving for two days each way, and we’ve got to cross mountains. It’ll be the first time for my kids. We’re excited about watching the landscape change; they’ve never seen a mountain. They’ve never even seen a real hill. I’m looking forward to seeing the awe on their faces.

My son is also going to be doing some science, cataloging frequency of vehicles (he’s very interested right now in the differences: cars, SUVs, trucks, mini-vans, etc.). My daughter will be watching movies, and looking up when I tell her there’s something to see.

Last week I wrote a poem I’d love to share here, but there’s too good a chance it’ll get published, and I’d like it to have a bigger readership than I’ve got here.

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