Checkout the new docu flick

"The Great Warming":

in Section I amongst linx in the archive-- last link at-right.

Howl!

-ZMD

Two new links in Section VIII:

"Eckhart Tolle" and Eckhart Tolle Quotes".

Read them or dissolve into abstract meaninglessness, followed by immense phobia and eventual immersion in duality and cosmic suffering.

No, not really.

Howl.

(Really, check out the Tolle linx, esp. if you've yet to read his boox-- and esp. if you've read his boox).

His latest book is a must-have as well:

http://www.amazon.com/New-Earth-Awakening-Lifes-Purpose/dp/0452287588/sr=1-2/qid=1163004848/ref=sr_1_2/102-1762495-2538551?ie=UTF8&s=books

-ZMD

New posts in Section IV,

"NYTimes Global Warming I-V (and counting)"-- in links archive, 2005-6.

all collected from this week's NYTimes... the week of Halloween, 2006.

All's not well that ends where this is currently going...!?

We are the ones we've been waiting for.

We're needed.

Participate in Transformation-- Revolution's not gonna cut it, and those giving up in cynical apathy are dying off...

Live!!

Howl!

-ZMD

See Section V in archive, for link: "Pentagon, Climate Change" to read a report created in 2003 by the U.S. Department of Defense about a likely/ possible scenario, and the National Security implications of global climate change.

Essential Reading-- no joke.

Howl!!!

Another link, the first in Section VII: "Future of Public Education"-- reports on the potential future facing public education, focusing on primary school grades.

Lookitup.

Howl!

-ZMD

Derrida and Sufism.

Hmmm.... Check out the new link, among the first 5 in the links archive.

Howl!

-ZMD

Astonishing, frightening, fully-researched, clear-eyed, necessary scholarship from and excellent site that alla us should look into in-detail: calls itself "Feral Scholar" (cool, accurate name).

Start with the jaw-dropping article "Immanent Limits to Growth (and Vampires)"-- now the first link in section IV at-right-- or cut'n paste the following link:

http://stangoff.com/?p=344

Required reading for all not interested in denial.

Howl!

-ZMD

Of the many linx to informative sites featured along the right margin of this 'ere 'blog, I've (unintentionally) rarely referred y'all to a site which I knew was also a 'blog...

Recently happen'd 'pon a great one, tho', and y'all should take a look-see:

seekeraftertruth.com

or in the first section of linx at right.

Even if the day's entry doesn't light yer boat, y'can lookie-see thru that 'blog's excellent collection of linx on all kindsa subj's related to SeekingAfterTruth-- what other Subj. is there...?

Howl!

-ZMD

PS To start ya out, here's yet-another great passage by K. on the subj. of SeekingAfterTruth in SeekerAfterTruth.com's archives:

http://seekeraftertruth.com/?p=60

InJoy!

-ZMD

(howl)

Alan Watts;

On Adam and Eve and the nature of Time and Who's to Blame... (?)

Worth watching!!

http://seekeraftertruth.com/?p=292

Gleaned from a 'blog I've discovered in unearthing this and the past entry-- called

seekeraftertruth.com

I've added it to the first section of links at right.

howl.

ZmD

"Have you noticed, in newspapers and magazines, the amount of space given to politics, to the sayings of politicians and their activities? Of course, other news is given, but political news predominates; the economic and political life has become all-important. The outward circumstances — comfort, money, position and power –seem to dominate and shape our existence. The external show — the title, the garb, the salute, the flag — has become increasingly significant, and the total process of life has been forgotten or deliberately set aside. It is so much easier to throw oneself into social and political activity than to understand life as a whole; to be associated with any organized thought, with political or religious activity, offers a respectable escape from the pettiness and drudgery of everyday life. With a small heart you can talk of big things and of the popular leaders; you can hide your shallowness with the easy phrases of world affairs; your restless mind can happily and with popular encouragement settle down to propagate the ideology of a new or of an old religion.


Politics is the reconciliation of effects; and as most of us are concerned with effects, the external has assumed dominant significance. By manipulating effects we hope to bring about order and peace; but, unfortunately, it is not as simple as all that. Life is a total process, the inner as well as the outer; the outer definitely affects the inner, but the inner invariably overcomes the outer. What you are, you bring about outwardly. The outer and the inner cannot be separated and kept in watertight compartments, for they are constantly interacting upon each other; but the inner craving, the hidden pursuits and motives, are always more powerful. Life is not dependent upon political or economic activity; life is not a mere outward show, any more than a tree is the leaf or the branch. Life is a total process whose beauty is to be discovered only in its integration. This integration does not take place on the superficial level of political and economic reconciliations; it is to be found beyond causes and effects.


Because we play with causes and effects and never go beyond them, except verbally, our lives are empty, without much significance. It is for this reason that we have become slaves to political excitement and to religious sentimentalism. There is hope only in the integration of the several processes of which we are made up. This integration does not come into being through any ideology, or through following any particular authority, religious or political; it comes into being only through extensive and deep awareness. This awareness must go into the deeper layers of consciousness and not be content with surface responses."

-Jiddu Krishnamurti "On News and Politics" found at http://seekeraftertruth.com/?p=266

Howl!

-ZMD

Fresh Linx, as good azzit gets:

Gandhi on education:
http://www.infed.org/thinkers/et-gand.htm
Krishnamurti on education:
http://www.infed.org/thinkers/et-krish.htm
Thoreau on education:
http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/criticism/hdt-edu-mb.html

or the last 3 linx in Section VII.

InJoy!

Howl!

ZMD

Aldo Leopold...

Important voice in the history of U.S. wilderness preservation, the land ethic, humans' humble role and insignificance as only a participant-- a small part-- of the larger ecosystem(s) in which humans exist, yet we frequently wreak terrific havoc and destructiveness upon it, through greed and/or ignorance.

Aldo Leopold challenged the ignorance-- effectively, passionately, tranformatively.

New link, section IV, or by cut'n pasting:

http://gargravarr.cc.utexas.edu/chrisj/leopold-quotes.html

And to read Leopold's "The Land Ethic" (go ahead, it's good and Very Important), check out:

http://www.users.dircon.co.uk/~tipiglen/landethic.html

or the "Leopold Land Ethic" link after the above in the linx at right. Enjoy inJoy.

Howl!

-ZMD

Krishnamurti, the individual-- nothing to do with Hare Krishnas-- is (was, technically-- but the 'mistake' is intentional) one of the great spiritual voices of the 20th century.

Here're some great quotes of him-- see if you agree:

"I must love the very thing I am studying. If you want to understand a child, you must love and not condemn him. You must play with him, watch his movements, his idiosyncrasies, his ways of behaviour; but if you merely condemn, resist, or blame him, there is no comprehension of the child. Similarly, to understand what is, one must observe what one thinks, feels, and does from moment to moment. That is the actual."
"Observation without evaluation is the highest form of intelligence"
"The pursuit of authority only breeds fear." (p75, The First and Last Freedom.)
"Thought is nothing else but reaction." (p117, The First and Last Freedom.)
"Freedom is always at the beginning and not at the end." (p118, The First and Last Freedom.)
"If we are to discuss this question of a fundamental change in ourselves and therefore in the world, and in this change to awaken a certain vision, and enthusiasm, a zeal, a faith, a hope, a certainty which will give us the necessary impetus for action--if we are to understand that, isn't it necessary to go into this question of consciousness?" (p136, The First and Last Freedom.)
"Truth is a pathless land. Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophic knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection."
"If one can really come to that state of saying, 'I do not know,' it indicates an extraordinary sense of humility; there is no arrogance of knowledge; there is no self-assertive answer to make an impression. When you can actually say, 'I do not know,' which very few are capable of saying, then in that state all fear ceases because all sense of recognition, the search into memory, has come to an end; there is no longer inquiry into the field of the known."
"Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction. So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders – not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery! But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank account, big or little, and we say, 'For God’s sake, don’t disturb us, leave us alone'."
"The description is not the described."
"Freedom from the Known is death, and then you are living."
"To divide anything into what should be and what is, is the most deceptive way of dealing with life."
"If I see very clearly the label 'poison' on a bottle, I leave it alone. There is no effort not to be attracted to it. Similarly - and in this lies the greatest difficulty - if I realize that any effort on my part is detrimental, if I see the truth of that, then I am free of effort." (p47, On God.)
"It is no measure of good health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society."

A link to read/ learn more is in section VIII among the linx.

HOWL softly, carry a big nonviolent stick.

-ZMD

Ever heard the word/ concept "DeSchooling"...?

"The Promise of Deschooling

by Matt Hern

Politics, Pedagogy, Culture, Self-design, Community Control.

It is virtually anathema in our culture, but I want to argue here that our society needs far fewer schools, not more. I believe that schools as we have conceived them in the late-20th Century are a parasite on our communities, a burden to our children and are the very essence of a hierarchical, anti-ecological culture. I further contend that dissolving the school monopoly over our kids may well hold the key to reconstructing our communities around local control and participatory democracy. Fortunately, there are a phenomenal number of alternatives to schools and schooling already flourishing in every community across the continent, representing a major threat to centralized institutional control. The abject failure of monopoly, state-controlled, compulsory schooling is evident to anyone who looks. The nightmare of schooling is costing our kids, our families and communities dearly in every way. Schools waste more money than anyone can fully conceive of, demand that our kids spend twelve years of their natural youth in morbidly depressing and oppressive environments and pour the energies of thousands upon thousands of eager teachers into demeaning and foolish classrooms. The sanctity of public schools has become so reified in our bizarre North American public political consciousness that people reflexively mouth support for 'education spending' or 'school dollars' without any comprehension of what they are calling for. The reality that stands as background to the sordid liberal-conservative debate about how much cash to allocate to public schools is a system that systematically nurtures the worst in humanity and simultaneously suppresses individuality and real community.

Deschooling is a call for individuals, families and communities to regain the ability to shape themselves. It is a political, a cultural and a pedagogical argument against schools and schooling, and the impetus to fundamentally reorganize our institutional relationships. For many good reasons I believe schools are the linchpin of the monopoly corporate state power over local communities, and actively resisting their grip holds much of the key to local power. I want to analyze and forward deschooling here in terms of three kinds of arguments: political, cultural and pedagogical, and draw each into a rubric of radical decentralism and direct democracy."

Find the remainder of this essay at:

http://library.nothingness.org/articles/SA/en/display/130

or among the linx among homeschooling and related subjex, linx section VII.

HOWL!

-ZmD

Herman Hesse wrote many great, sane essays on the insanity around him in Germany/ Europe during the first World War, as well as during the insane buildup and execution of Germany's role in WWII.

"The European", written in 1918, takes the form of a beautiful, instructive allegorical short story-- with insight(s) rather/ very relevant to todaze USA and anyone else coveting power/ Empire amongst humanity, on this gorgeous orb.

Maybe humanity will one day learn the essential lessons many among us are trying to learn, teach, grasp, achieve.

http://marian.typepad.com/hermann_hesse_the_europea/

It's the second amongst the linx, right after "Ginsberg's HOWL".

ENJOY!

HOWL!!!

-ZMD

A 2nd Great(er) Depression looming...?

http://www.gold-eagle.com/editorials_05/nystrom030905.html (or see the link in section I at right)

-Our country's economic/ political policy currently resembles that of the 1920s... as does the manic spend 'n spend attitude of our country's population...

Just 'cuz few economists are adopting a pessimistic outlook, don't mean it ain't happ'nin... Few economists in the Roaring 20's did/ would've predicted the bust before it occurred... nor did Enron in the months before it toppled...

If it happens, we've done it to ourselves...

The Great Hope potentially, may be converting to new Green Energy technologies... new technologies create new, fresh, growing economies if they succeed and take hold...

Here's Hopin'!!

Howl!!!

-ZMD

Tree Frog Extinctions...

not good.

Next to "Frog Bellwethers" link at the bottom of linx list-- read both linx, as they're unfortunately related.

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/06/science/06frog.html?_r=1&hp&ex=1149566400&en=a9aa28c727178250&ei=5094&partner=homepage&oref=slogin

Howl.

-ZMD

Let's not pretend these things aren't happ'ning-- so we can DO something about them, together... It's Time. Now.

NY Times article on homeschooling:

becoming more and more common, legitimate:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/05/education/05homeschool.html?ex=1149652800&en=bb1865552814957b&ei=5087%0A

or in links, section VII, entry "NY Times, Homeschool"

Not just for Christians, outcasts and the top-flight elite-- though this article being in the NYTimes, there's some of that elite here in the world's Biggest City, o'course... read the whole article, tho... Reflects on the growing majority, middle-class, choosing to teach their own, variety of reasons, backgrounds, approaches, etc...

Howl.

ZMD

Was the 2004 election stolen?

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/10432334/was_the_2004_election_stolen

(Yes.)

One comment I haven't heard much regarding the expanse of this Huge issue, is that, if the Presidency was secured through various methods and levels of fraud and obstruction and disenfranchisement, in various states, counties, Democratic precincts-- then there's a good likelihood several of our "elected" Republican congressfreax and senators were not legitimately elected into their current "majority", as well... food 4 thot...

It's time to stop thinking the theft of 2004 is "conspiracy theory" fodder, and recognize just how criminal, and verifiable, and one of the greatest, highest level crimes in the country's history, this issue is (two presidential elections in a row... whoa).

Read the article thoroughly. The evidence is clear, and leaves any but someone in deep denial with certainty as to the Fact of November 2004's theft.

Howl!

-ZMD

This poem (not the 'blog's namesake specifically, but also no coincidence the similarity of name, or reason for it...) just turned 50 years old, yesterday.

Deserves a close read if you've never or ha'nt in awhile:

HOWL

by Allen Ginsberg


I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,
burning their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their
torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares,
alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and
lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson,
illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn,
ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's
floated out and sat through the stale beer after
noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-ings and
migraines of China under junk-with-drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-father night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy
and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively
vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary
indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain,
who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston
seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,
who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist
eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and undressing while the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,
who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose
gardens and the grass of public parks and
cemeteries scattering their semen freely to
whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up
with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath
when the blond & naked angel came to pierce
them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate
the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar
the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman's loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of
beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and
come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling
in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning
but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun
rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy
to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls
in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of basements hung
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a room full of steamheat and opium,
who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment
cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime
blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested
the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the
bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,
who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned
with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology,
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations which in the yellow morning were
stanzas of gibberish,
who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht
& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,
who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot
for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks
fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique
stores where they thought they were growing
old and cried,
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits
on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse
& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the
fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,
cried all over the street,
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed
phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and
threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans
in their ears and the blast of colossal steam whistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying
to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who
came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the
Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying
for each other's salvation and light and breasts,
until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for
impossible criminals with golden heads and the
charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet
blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky
Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys
or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or
Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp
notism & were left with their insanity & their
hands & a hung jury,
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism
and subsequently presented themselves on the
granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads
and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin
Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational
therapy pingpong & amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic
pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of
blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad
man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,
Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid
halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul,
rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench
dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare,
bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book
flung out of the tenement window, and the last
door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone
slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room
emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture,
a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet,
and even that imaginary,
nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
now you're really in the total animal soup of time
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed
with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use
of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrating plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent
and shaking with shame,
rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
yet putting down here what might be left to say
in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in
the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
suffering of America's naked mind for love into
an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone
cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered
out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob
tainable dollars! Children screaming under the
stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men
weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy
judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the
crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose
blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers
are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories
dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose
smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch
whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch
whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream
Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in
Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom
I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch
who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
industries! spectral nations! invincible mad
houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to
Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!
gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole
boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!
gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs!
Ten years' animal screams and suicides!
Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on
the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!
Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland
where you're madder than I am
I'm with you in Rockland
where you must feel very strange
I'm with you in Rockland
where you imitate the shade of my mother
I'm with you in Rockland
where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I'm with you in Rockland
where you laugh at this invisible humor
I'm with you in Rockland
where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I'm with you in Rockland
where your condition has become serious and
is reported on the radio
I'm with you in Rockland
where the faculties of the skull no longer admit
the worms of the senses
I'm with you in Rockland
where you drink the tea of the breasts of the
spinsters of Utica
I'm with you in Rockland
where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the
harpies of the Bronx
I'm with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you're
losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
I'm with you in Rockland
where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul
is innocent and immortal it should never die
ungodly in an armed madhouse
I'm with you in Rockland
where fifty more shocks will never return your
soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
cross in the void
I'm with you in Rockland
where you accuse your doctors of insanity and
plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the
fascist national Golgotha
I'm with you in Rockland
where you will split the heavens of Long Island
and resurrect your living human Jesus from the
superhuman tomb
I'm with you in Rockland
where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
rades all together singing the final stanzas of
the Internationale
I'm with you in Rockland
where we hug and kiss the United States under
our bedsheets the United States that coughs all
night and won't let us sleep
I'm with you in Rockland
where we wake up electrified out of the coma
by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the
roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the
hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse
O skinny legions run outside O starry
spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is
here O victory forget your underwear we're free
I'm with you in Rockland
in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-
journey on the highway across America in tears
to the door of my cottage in the Western night

http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/howl.shtml

or "Ginsberg's HOWL" link at right.

HOWWWWWLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ZMD

Zendik Arts.

Checkitout:

http://www.zendik.org/

or the 2nd link in section II of linx at right.

Not for the faint of heart, but important for the strong of heart and commitment:

http://www.zendik.org/Don't_Go/dontgo.html

"The Artist, the free-flyer, the person that dares to be mad can always go back to that madness. You cannot corner that person. That person has an instrument, has a piece of paper, has a pencil, has two dollars worth of dime store paint, has some sand on the beach... That person can always go for Truth. You cannot corner that person. You can lock them in solitary and they'll scratch it on the wall, and if you cut off their hands, they will scratch in in their mind."

-Wulf Zendik (a glance at his book "a Quest Among the Bewildered" at (http://www.zendik.org/questfiles/questindex.html )


"Stop Bitching, Start a Revolution" campaign by Zendik: http://www.zendik.org/new1/newsbsr/index.html

Howl!

-ZMoonDog

Occidental Arts and Ecology Center, Northern California.

Sonoma County, the rich soil in which I was grown.

cut 'n paste following web address:

http://www.oaec.org/

or see link called "OAEC" at right, the first link in section II.

InJoy.

Howl!

-Z

FYOOTCHER


Don't worry about the Fact that CiviliZation's about to fall by the wayside.

This has been predicted, in one form or another, by most everyone.
What's so Good about CiviliZation?

All things must pass.

More to the point-- All things

Do.


Impermanence
the Rule.

So seZ Buddhism.

Apocalypse...

The Coming Messiah...

EcoLogical Collapse, preached by environmentalists-- and many (most) scientists...

Nuclear Doom, feared by All...

Who knows which...?

One Thing Certain:

the earth will continue to orbit-- until it, too, passes.

With or without the human species.

Not Religion... just basic Truth.

All Things Pass.

Basic, basic...

Just because CiviliZation is guaranteed to pass...

Need we fear?

Need we believe our own existence is threatened by the passing away of civilization...?

Need we feel attached, fearful, convinced we'll go down if the ship does?

No.


If Humanity in fact (for that matter, if any other circumstance) destroys, poisons, or otherwise compromises the ecological systems that make earth-life possible for humans...

Then we shall pass, sooner rather than later.

but if what we know and celebrate as the Grand Accomplishment of CiviliZation--

collapses...

we needn't necessarily wallow in doomed despair...

If a self-destructive system in fact destroys itself-- (likely...), it doesn't necessarily mean the end of humans
themselves...

There'll be struggles, violence, loss...

There already is.

But those who survive the Collapse needn't, necessarily, mourn homo civiliZaticus...

We Could move on.

Where?

How?

-Where the pollution, radiation is least permanently harmful...

-By growing, weaving, sewing our own...

-By Paying Closer Attention to Ecology-- the laws of the planet, of Life-- rather than self-absorbed/ destructive focus on

Economy.

It's the Ecology, silly.

By re-establishing small, local, self-sufficient communities-- villages-- focused on enriching, nurturing the land, the soil... using local "resources," renewable resources, less utilities and infotainment and jet-setting and corporate-produced "necessities"...

ReThink what is Necessary, what's Most Important.

Becoming more and more local, less and less fossil-fuel, long-distance-transportation oriented...

There is no obstacle to this being done.

This is being done, still, all over this planet, by humans.

We might call them... the Meek.

...as oposed to CiviliZation-Worshippers (WarShippers)-- Addicts--

the Arrogant.

At its Foundation, that's all

CiviliZation is,

ever was...

Arrogance.

Self-AggrandiZement...

At the expense of
Many.

The Experiment is nearing
completion.

The Experiment has Failed.

HOWL.

ZMD

More Inconvenient Truth:

The following is from the introduction to Scott Nearings' "Civilization and Beyond".

You can read more, or the entirety of it, online at:

http://www.gutenberg.org/catalog/world/readfile?fk_files=58053&pageno=1

or by clicking the "Scott Nearing, Civilization" link, the middle link in the second section of linx, section II.

"Until quite recently the word "civilization" has been used in academic
circles to symbolize a social idea or ideal...

Professor of History Anson D. Morse of Amherst College
presents such a view in his _Civilization and the World War_ (Boston:
Ginn 1919). For him, civilization is "the sum of things in which the
heritage of the child of the twentieth century is better than that of
the child of the Stone Age. As a process it is the perfection of man and
mankind. As an end, it is the realization of the highest ideal which men
are capable of forming.... The goal of civilization ... is human society
so organized in all of its constituent groups that each shall yield the
best possible service to each one and thereby to mankind as a whole,
(producing) the perfect organization of humanity." (page 3).

Such thoughts may be noble and inspired; they are not related to
history. We know more or less about a score of civilizations that have
occupied portions of the earth during several thousand years. We know
a great deal about the western civilization which we observe and in
which we participate. Professor Morse's florid words apply to none of
the civilizations known to history. Certainly they are poles away from an
accurate characterization of our own varient of this social pattern.

We are writing this introduction in an effort to make our word pictures
of mankind and its doings correspond with the facts of social history.
With the nuclear sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, it is high
time for us to exchange the clouds of fancy and the flowers of rhetoric
for the solid ground of historical reality. The word "civilization" must
generalize what has been and what is, as nearly as the past and
present can be embodied in language."

For more about Scott Nearing, check this out:

http://www.chelseagreen.com/2000/items/makingofaradical

or click the "Scott Nearing, Radical link just after "Nearing, Civilization" in the linx...

Howl!!!!!!

It will not be another revolution.

We are the ones we're waiting for.

****SEE AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH-- IN THE THEATER!!!*******

The movie's opening for the general public started yesterday-- ONLY at two theaters, in NYC-- and I WAS THERE!!!

The most important movie that has been made in my memory-- by-far more important than Farenheit 9-11.

SEE IT. EVERYONE! YOU!!

See the following site to learn more about it, and to pledge to see it opening weekend in your area!

http://www.climatecrisis.net/

DO NOT WAIT FOR THIS ONE TO COME OUT ON VIDEO. EVERYONE YOU KNOW SHOULD SEE IT, IN THE THEATER!

HOWL!!

ZMD

U.S. corporate titans, the Nazis, and... hemp?

Untold history:

http://www.wealth4freedom.com/Elkhorn2.html

Luvly.

Howl.

-ZMD

MILESTONE CELEBRATION!!

One of the main features of this site is, of course, the links at the right...

The compilation has been growing throughout this site's life...

And I just counted them, for the first time:

90 LINKS!!

To celebrate (and to ease use, hopefully), I've divided the links into groupings of 10 ).

I'll keep adding linx, of course... and try to keep up with the 1-10 thing. No promises.

HOWL!

-Z.M.D.

Link Update:

I had a link on the subject of homeschooling that, truthfully, didn't impress me much...

The article on the subject of homeschooling that initially impressed me, greatly, has been published online...

It's a great read, and very interesting in implication. Well-researched, not dogmatic, intriguing.

It's the link called HomeSchooling at right, or cut'n paste the following into yer browser:

http://www.mothering.com/articles/growing_child/education/homeschoolings-true-colors.html

's Good Stuff!!

Howlll!!

-ZMD

Halliburton building detention camps inside the U.S....:

http://www.alternet.org/rights/32647/

This is gettin' creepy folks.

When does it get too creepy?

Two more years?

We are the ones we're waiting for.

Howl.

ZMD

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!

HOWLLLLLL!!!!

Thom Hartmann, radio's best...

and's written some great, important, of-the-times books...

On Air America, or can be heard online at RadioPower.org.

Check out RadioPower link at right, and Thom Harmann's own website:

http://www.thomhartmann.com/

Read about his book The Last Hours of Ancient Sunlight (referring to fossil fuels...). VERY good!

Here's a few samplings from the book y' can read, right now:

http://www.thomhartmann.com/chapter.shtml

Get it used at Amazon.com cheap, or see how decent your local library is... Brooklyn's Central Library has copies!

Howl.

Z.MoonDog

New Link, for Permaculture Activist magazine.

Articles can be read online, with the latest from Permaculture experts...

Visionary, interesting, important.

http://www.permacultureactivist.net/index.html

or among linx at right, below... it's among the first ten links, not hard to find... : )

Howl!

ZMD

The Newsweek article with the Gore interview quoted in the previous post:

http://www.algore-08.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=362&Itemid=81

Draft Al Gore, 2008:

http://www.draftgore.com/ (and watch the preview for the new documentary An Inconvenient Truth, featuring Gore's speeches/ presentation(s) on the state of the global environment... if you haven't yet, Watch the preview!!)

And check out Thom Hartmann's radio show (on Air America, and streaming online daily via RadioPower.org ) and/or read his numerous, great books... for an intro to him, here's his web site:

http://www.thomhartmann.com/

All above are fresh additions to the linx at right... at the top of the list!

HOWL!

-ZMD

“It’s hard to get a man to understand something when his salary depends upon his not understanding.”

-Upton Sinclair, as quoted by Al Gore in a recent interview

[Think Bush-agenda and ExxonMobile's stance on "the environment"]

"Super-Profundo on the early eve of your day!"

-from the movie "Waking Life" written/directed by Richard Linklater

New Link:

Global ReLocalization (see link at right, or http://www.postcarbon.org/informed/relocalization ).

We modern humans ought to consider what we MUST do in response to the imminent depletion of global fossil fuel resources...

Not to mention the global pollution and resultant catastrophe(s) we're causing by using them in the 1st place...

Continuing access to the food supplies we currently depend on (and largely take for granted) are another essential thing at stake...

This link provides an informative essay on some of "how" it might be accomplished, and further explication of the "why".

Howl.

-ZMD

Real Economic Freedom:

The abolition of the Root of Evil!

http://www.abolishmoney.com/

Link also at right, under "Abolition of Work" link (also highly recommended).

This is not about laziness... nor about religious moralism...

It's about Freeing OurSelves from our current self- and planet-destructive course... and having More Fun doing it than AnyBody does now!

Howl!!!!

-ZMD

"It should be understood
that an army is an instrument of murder,
that the recruiting and drilling of armies
which Kings, Emperors, and Presidents carry on
with so much self-assurance are preparations for murder."

-Leo Tolstoy

Quote found on the following website, describing "Tolstoy on the Law of Love":

http://www.san.beck.org/GPJ18-Tolstoy.html

Read it-- NOW!-- if you dare to glimpse closely into truth, and the vast crimes committed by supposedly Christian nations and cultures...

Rid our hearts of hypocrisy, o Truth and authentic Justice!

Let us unblind ourselves, de-stupify ourselves, stop intoxicating ourselves with comfort and conveniece and conscience-salves and denial and self-destructiveness, leading to (su-prise su-prise) self-destruction!

Howl!

-Z. MoonDog

Fresh Link:

READ THIS report on the environmental effex of a meat-centered diet (even fish!), compared to vegetarian/ vegan.

And the health impax.

http://newswire.ascribe.org/cgi-bin/behold.pl?ascribeid=20060413.065556&time=07%2024%20PDT&year=2006&public=0

Let's ReVolutionize our American Lives...!!!

Now's not a time to go with the self-destructive flow.

ReThink your American Dream, if yer not Already.

For the sake of my Daughter's Generation... Please!

Thank YOU.

HOWLLL!

ZMD

Featured Link:

All links at the right concerning Tolstoy's late-life writing on Christian nonviolence, esp. his great book The Kingdom of God is Within you, featured in entirety at:

http://www.kingdomnow.org/withinyou.html

or by clicking the "Tolstoy's Greatest Book" link at right.

You can easily order the book itself, prob'ly inexpensively used, at Amazon... it's relatively a rare find at bookstores, generally, and likely to be more expensive...

the final chapter of The Kingdom of God is Within You, a highlight of the book, is at:

http://flag.blackened.net/daver/anarchism/tolstoy/iwu.html

Enjoy, and pass along this important writing.

It was an important, highly-influential book in the early life of Gandhi, as it happens. Gandhi and Tolstoy were in fact in correspondence early in Gandhi's life, late in Tolstoy's... from Russia to India!

Howl!

-Z.MoonDog

New link:

http://www.island.org/ive/4/tribal.html

On the list of links at right, "Our Tribal Future".

(howl)

"Your actions should be determined not by the desire of the people around you, but by the needs of all mankind."

-Leo Tolstoy

Derrick Jensen.

Link of the week, at right. Read his writing. Buy his books.

The following link from Amazon.com is useful to learn more-- read the customer reviews to get a good sense of Derrick Jensen's writing.

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url/104-6766221-9209508?url=index%3Dstripbooks%3Arelevance-above&field-keywords=Derrick+Jensen&Go.x=0&Go.y=0&Go=Go

Highly recommended.

Z.MoonDog

Mustn't rant...

The flipside's better.

Be the change you wish to see.

Simplicity beckons me... you?

ReThinking the whole operation a priviledge

and will not be handed away on a platter

your life is your message

the resonance

sparkles

When you're in accordance with the authentic flow of your own energies... not containing, controlling... but experiencing the mystical exuberance of each moment... aware of the fabric you're a part of/ encountering constantly.

The fabric. We are only a part.

Must respect the entirety.

Humble.

Yes.

Be the change you wish to see.

You.

Z. MoonDog (howl!)

Infinite Abundance and Infinite Joy.

Possible every passing moment.

Renunciation is the access.

Renounce selfishness. Violence. Insecurity. Fear. Paranoia. Depression. Alienation. Separation.

Separation from self.

Separation from the earth, its miraculous processes, its miraculous diversity, the abundance and richness of its existence.

Of your existence.

Renounce confrontation, conflict. Exploitation. "Resource".

Look to Source. You'll find it within, yourSelf.

This is the key, and guaranteed to provide Infinite Abundance and Infinite Joy.