Monday, 23 July 2012

A wisp of smoke in the summer air


















On Sun, Jul 22, 2012 at 12:22 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:


>Thanks Dan, i'll write this to all of you(s), in a sunshine colour.
Bit wispy from sitting in the sun, or to be more precise, the garden, intentionally doing nothing 'cept maybe breathing and looking and listening, metabolizing on a cellular level, after a long session clipping, weeding and sculpting the front lawn.
Predictable electric music drifting over the hill from a stage in Bantry square where there's something on for a few days, something to do with boats and pirates and fluttering flags and the town's probably full of drunken sailors running off with all our women.  Good. Make room for some better ones. While i sit drinking coffee minus Tshirt squinting into the glare feeling like a male version of Cinderella on a pumpkin.
Was in town yesterday, first person i saw was a friend who slapped a bold lettered poster on to a telegraph pole, which read:WARNING. TAP WATER IN BANTRY CONTAINS TOXIC CHEMICAL FLUORIDE. This is in breach of European Directives and is a serious potential health hazard.  Please do not drink it.More information available from:   'thenationalfluoridecouncilof ireland.com.'
He also gave me a copy of a poster, the gist of which may be of interest and local grapevine to you all and can be seen at:
'soundsamazing.org'   Somebody i've known a long time doing this.  Fair play to you, and admirable, i said to him later, and he appreciated my response and almost patted me on the part of my back that's healing nicely.
Talking of blogs, with a nice fire, a milky coffee and a roll up.
Not exactly ready to go. Haven't really written anything yet, but for the dream thing which needs typing up and improving and i wish i could come up with something better. My dreams leave a lot to be desired, i'm sure yours are more interesting. Rarely even any women in them, never mind angels or ET's or cellestial otherdimensional vistas. This one's typically sordid and predictably traumatic. What kind of a lightworker am i?
Had almost no emails since to reply to, which, given a receptive perceptive ear on the other end tend to turn into usable articles.
So just at the moment i'm not sure what to say to the people of Earth without being provoked into inspiration except maybe "quit threatening to get your shit together endlessly when the right date arrives, and for once in a million years start inhabiting the planet and give up making endless videos about brutal cops beating up old ladies and waffling about collapsing economy when there isn't any, (economizing, that is), and investing in another take of the gold rush instead of planting anything half edible that will grow, like, beansprouts not greenbacks, worst thing about money is it's tough on the digestion. Not to mention drone strikes and legislation confiscating guns, clubs, gun clubs, spears and rolling pins. There 'are' ways to decalcify the pineal gland but you've only got less than a week to get a tribe together where there wasn't one before they come crashing through the front door without asking for an appointment.
But there are hopeful signs.  Despite total crop failure and toxic pollution of all water.  People everywhere are waking up to the obvious fact that governments are there just to govern and that turns out to mean not helping you water the tomatoes after all and they're disillusioned.  And what will happen when the food additives wear off and how will you explain in a wholesome and joyful way to your children about the birds and the bees when there aren't any?
I mean, what in carnation...? I was (so to speak) born in 'the second world war', (who's idea was it to start counting suddenly?), and three score and ten years round the sun later they're wondering how to arrange a third one and who to invite.
But i'm not too worried, i hear that China just bought america so that, presumably, under new management it won't be business as usual.  'Business', with a capitalistic 'B' is just a camouflaged way of saying 'being busy', busy getting more and more for less and less.  It's called 'profit'.  Fitting if you're a Pro.
The previous tenants didn't do that.  They were all for 'giving'.  And we never forgave them for that.
Even though it's glaringly obvious, even to a slightly 'civilized' creature, that, if  GIVING, is everybody's main activity, then everybody is continually RECEIVING since they are two words for the same process, and so no need for 'life insurance', or banks, or being 'governed', or even the all familiar community-disintegrating divide and rule legal slavery ethic called 'competing for a job'.  I mean, how can 'competitive co-operation', ever, succeed?  Ask yourself that.
No. We lost the plot from when plot-loss was inserted into the script by those who worshipped the profits of old, or gold, or just getting more for less which is properly called  'just taking'. Or theft if you like.  Basically, unless everything is based around sincere and perpetual GENEROSITY, nothing works (except the slaves of course), and you don't have to be a celebrated sociologist to deduce that.  Theories of 'civilization' indeed!
CIVILIZATION.  I look at the definition in the dictionary.  It says: 'To bring out of barbarism.'  (Oh really?)  'Refinement' (!)
'Refined culture'.


No. Sorry. Won't work. If the civilized basic assumption that our natural state is 'barbaric', (and that IS the assumption. Never mind who 'the Barbarians' were), then it follows that we have no sound basis to base our tampering with the natural, on.
What's more 'barbaric', than 'civilizations'?  Especially this one.Did hunter gatherers practice genocide? Democide?  Why are we trained to think that human creatures in the natural state were primarily competitive, and not CO-OPERATIVE? It's primarily a 'civilized' notion.  You know, 'primitive people'!  And what did we do to them?
  What are we still doing to them?

Well, we are bulldozing them out of their harmony with the natural surroundings which they very sensibly revere and respect and care for, and dare not pollute or defile. Then we build greedy chemical factories for profit only that poison their water and air. When they naturally resist, we shoot them.
We have never done anything else because we are 'civilized' you know.  The myth of progress is backwards.
Did you ever notice the beauty in the eyes of an uncivilized infant when he or she smiles?  There are no words that convey such alive and appealing innocence.  Would make you wish you had a friend who smiled naturally with such lack of guile, (a word we forget to use), a word similar in meaning to 'guilt'.
Would make you wish your whole family smiled and laughed so naturally. That you were an extended family or tribe so lacking in guile all the while, especially when they smile. That's the beauty of the human soul for you right there.
So.  I coin a new word you haven't heard before.  EVILIZATION.
Or even, 'Western Evilization.'  Though, tell me, or ask yourself, how on Earth can there be an east and a west on a sphere?  And where precisely does one become the other, and when do you apply the brakes?  North and south, okay there's the poles, though they are shifting rapidly.  But east and west?  Keep going and you're already coming back.  So much for western evilization and it's progress.  Back where you started by going too far.  Which says a lot.
All illusions inherently embody the seeds of their own destruction, thankfully, and become dis-illusioned which is a good thing to be.  For us that is.  At least it's a start.
Yet, i will never forget, the light of mischievous but natural innocence, the absence of the burden of civilized guile.  The light in the smile of indigenous child.  Says more than all these words put together.  That being so, perhaps i will have to paint it.
Maybe call it, 'Bulldozers, back off.'  Or  something similar.
One thing leads to another.  Naturally so.
Martin Rainbowmaker.  ><><><><><><><><

www.SURVIVAL for tribal peoples.

art : Moon River Girl, martin law, 1996     (see updated pic of artwork)
       Many Moons Past, martin law, 1990  (see updated pic of artwork)


2 comments:

  1. Lovely pictures Martin...Brilliant, fantastic, marvelous...how do you do it? xxxxxshebaxxxxx

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    1. Hi Sheba, the pictures have been digitally cleaned and framed and uploaded again in more recent posts, the links to the freshened versions of the pics are in the 'a wisp of smoke in the summer air' post, as above.
      Hope you are fine!
      martin rainbowmaker

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