Hey, "There are two ways of making a revolution. Put a gun in
a man's hand and make him shoot or put an idea into a man's head and
make him think. We prefer the latter." --- The Masses. 1911.
|Me, too; however the truth my well
be that . - -
"The greatest radical in any society is the man who sees all the
arbitrariness of the rules and social conventions, but who has such a
great scorn or disregard for the society he lives in that he embraces
the wagon load of nonsense with a smile. The greatest rebel is the man
who wouldn't change the society for anything in the world."
--- John Barth. The End of the Road.
|Well, no matter who is correct,
"Don't Pay any attention to Caesar; he doesn't know where it's
at." --- Vonnegut. The Cat's Cradle
|Of course, Caesar might insist that
you kill or die for him --a real drag-- but it would not be the first
time: "You fight and die to give wealth and luxury to others; you
are called the masters of the world, But there is not a foot of ground
that you can call your own."
---Tiberius Graccus, to soldiers and veterans of the Roman
army, 133 B.C.
|That is why we study History, for
the muse Clio, the patron of history knows all - or does she?
"Their history was mostly a collection of lies told to their
school children for the apparent purpose of indoctrinating them with
some transcendent virtue or special destiny of their particular tribe,
nation, religion, or race." --- eelynlar
|Maybe she just isn't talking.
Perhaps one should be suspect of all women, human as well as divine,
for . . . .
"An artist saddled with a woman is like a Spaniel with a tick in
its ear; it itches, it draws blood, one cannot reach it, will some
kindly grownup please......" --- Durrel. Clea.
|So, we push on, our actions probably
echoing the words of Albert Camus: "But if we believe that
optimism is silly, we also know that pessimism about the action of man
and his fellows is cowardly."
And having 'pushed on, we arrive at a relatively ambiguous truth
about ourselves; But why not? "Man is a creature of ambiguity.
His salvation and his sanity depend on his ability to harmonize the
deep conflicts in his thought, his emotions, his personal mythology.
Honesty and authenticity do not depend on complete freedom from
contradictions -- such freedom is impossible -- but on recognizing our
self-contradictions and not masking them with bad faith." ---
|Obviously, women, drawing upon their
experiences -- particularly with men -- could arrive at the same
conclusion. Hey, that's just fine. It's all the same trip. -
"As long as we all get off at the same pier." --- Lynn
But men are so simple, and governed so much
by their present needs, that he who wishes
to deceive will never fail in finding willing dupes. ---
Machiavelli. The Prince.
|To a man whom death's wing has
touched, what once seemed important is so no longer; and other things
become so which once did not seem important or which he did not know
existed. The layers of acquired knowledge peel away from the mind like
a cosmetic and reveal, in patches,, the naked flesh beneath, the
authentic being hidden there. --- Gide. The Immoralist.
|I'm adescendent of a long line of
social activist and social critics . . . .
long after I'm dead there'll be people doing the same kind of work
that I'm doing. And my job is to my piece of it . . . . ---Paul
To some a single farewell suffices.
You who stopped a bullet
Turning a hill on a bright Spanish morning;
You who swam too far
Lured by the lake's glistening smile;
You in whom a sick rose blossomed
But who spoke poems in a dying whisper'
Farewell! You did well in your brief passage.
To others I bid farewell daily.
You love, who gave up love,
Pressed between pages of a book
like a dehydrated flower.
You swan, who gave up loving
to grow fat among kitchen dishes;
To you I say farewell daily.
You who turned your back on clamorous candles
to walk down a long boulevard of silence.
You who gave up your attics for apartments,
who kept your jobs, who stayed out of trouble,
farewell, farewell! each day of my existence --- Pillim
|It is never a mistake to say
good-bye. --- Bokonon
|3. FOR CASSANDRA
The madman shouted in the market place. No one stopped to answer
him. Thus it was confirmed that his thesis was incontrovertible. ---
Honor to those whoever in their lives
Have set the bounds and guard Thermopylae.
Never moving from the line of duty;
Righteous and fair in all their actions
With sympathy as well and with compassion;
If they are rich, generous, and if again
They are poor, generous in little things,
Still helping others as much as they can;
Always speaking the truth,
Yet without bitterness against the liars.
And again greater honor becomes them
When they foresee (and many do foresee)
That Ephialtes will be there in the end,
And the Medes at last, they will get through. --- Cavafy
|We were trying to be decent chaps,
and found it jolly difficult; we oscillated between the desire of
virtue and the fear of ridicule; we wished to save ourselves from the
pain of remorse, but did not want to be made the contemptible dupes of
our sentiment. --- Joseph Conrad
|Do not break an alliance with a
friend; your heart will grieve if you lose the friend in whom you can
A man must be moderately wise, never too wise. The man whose mind
is most free of care does not know his fate in advance.
No man is so good as to be free from all evil; nor so bad as to be
A coward thinks he will live forever if he avoids his enemies, but
old age no man escapes even if he survives the spears. --- the
|You and me, Cassandra . . . you and
me. --- Chuck Jorgensen
Nor is it a new thing for man to invent an existence that he
imagines to be above the rest of life; this has been his most
consistent intellectual exertion down the millennia. As illusion, it
has never worked out to his satisfaction in the past, any more than it
does today. ---- Lewis Thomas. The Lives of the Cell.
SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity,
heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops
and sighs out, and the mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make
fruit, the fruit rots to make earth,
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances,
You making haste haste on decay; not blameworthy; life
is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor; meteors are not needed less than
mountains; shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man,
a clever servant, insufferable master.
There is a trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught
--they say--God, when he walked the earth
----- Robinson Jeffers. Selected Poems.
|The tree that bears the most fruit
is the one under which a man is buried. -- Jose Marti
|One good thing about those humans,
their bodies were re-cyclable. -- e.e.lynlar