11,447. RUDIMENTS, pt. 555

RUDIMENTS, pt. 555

(pearls before swine)

What does it mean when

you are only allowed to

criticize the scenery, not

the scene? I often thought

of that as I was to pledge

allegiance to this or that,

stand or push for the flag,

endorse a politics and a

process that I thought

utterly ridiculous, and

otherwise respond positively

to the enforced enticements

of the thieves and crooks

who ran things. It was

pretty much a highway

to ridicule and revolt for

me. And still is. How to

put it? 'Knowledge is

control,' attempts to say

it but it's very incorrect

because the element sought

is not really 'knowledge.'

I guess the best way to

put it is by looking locally,

and speaking the truth  -

sorry for the hurt, but it's

no different than the hurt

imparted to us as citizens,

who see everything taken

from us. Who see people

basically living in Government

compounds, taking wages

and salaries from others,

and who buttress their

own personal idiocies by

scamping off of other

people. The streets where

I live, for instance, are

spotted with government

workers. Of the worse kind.

Make-work types. What

used to be called the

typist-class of the

task-doer. No thought

involved. Just rote.

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I never got involved in the

driving along highways of

intolerance and error that

most people, and certainly

all 'organizations,' do. I

mostly kept my own

definitions of things., and

to myself. Pearls Before

Swine, and all that. 

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In 1969, I can recall a band

named Pearls Before Swine.

(This is a complete sidebar).

The guy's name was Tom

Rapp, and when I heard his

music it was of a sort I'd not

heard before. It was intriguing.

He died about a year ago, at

age 70, in Melbourne, Florida.

I was there myself a few years

back  -  should have looked

him up while I still could.

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The funny thing about it all

was  -  and how this ties in

to my original point  -  was

that Tom Rapp had integrity.

You don't find that much 

anymore. He found some

success as a recording artist,

and had about 8 albums, with

a band of his sometimes, and

others as a solo artist. Nothing

of any great, mass, following;

it was all too quirky for that.

Tom chucked it all and became

 a civil rights lawyer, a fairly

prominent civil rights lawyer.

That's integrity.

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What are civil rights anyway,

when you try to think about 

them? Do we really have any, 

or should we? Cosmically, or in

the Biblical sense, I'd imagine,

no. If I've got the story right,

we are born already guilty of

and paying for someone else's

sin? Our entire life is spent

under a cloud which we cannot

expiate, for a crime we did not

do. What better means of

political and psychic control

could there be? Is that an 

explanation for this life? I

think not. Being told that we

can only achieve 'foundation'

by adhering to the dictates of

another, because of something

we did not do but for which

we must continually pay and

by which we are tainted, reeks 

of a masterful scheme of control.

That kind of thing, by the way,

trickles all the way down the

scale, until we're left, as it is,

with the usual paradigms of

idiotic fools handling the

tiller for the wonderful 

boat-ride through the places 

we all must live. There's not a

brain between them, so all

they can espouse is the 'scene'

they impose upon you. War

upon Nature. Rows and 

rows of ghetto-like project 

housing with only the most 

and meager touch at anything 

good  -  plastic window-moldings, 

and gates  and fences, cheap, 

one-dimensional facades, 

interdiction of lights and

drives for their use only. The

area-flooding with marginal

and sleaze-ball individuals 

dropped here as if from 

helicopters; still in their 

'where am I now?' daze.

None of this is just the 

semblance of a fallacy; 

it IS the fallacy. The local

Mayor is a robot facsimile,

and his minions wave handles

as midgets in Oz, with the yellow

brick road to Hell stretching

before. That's your Civil Rights.

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Have you ever looked at roofs

and seen the vent pipes for

bathroom and toilet use. It's

a little pipe that comes up off 

the roof, supposedly at a highest

point, to vent the sewerage, etc.

If you look at the Station Village

roofline locally (a local slum-line

projection going up here, for 

free), from, say, the end of

Cornell Street, each unit has 10 or 

15 of them. Back here, down the

street from them, we pay the

usual property tax, PLUS the

additional sewer-use yearly tax.

These people were granted a

30-year tax abatement for the

slum project, and I wonder

what sort of exemption that

garners them for all the feces 

and yellow water generated as

well. We have to pay for their

shit to, so to speak? Ever wonder?

Can't carp the scene; just carp

the scenery? Have you ever 

wondered why? Why midget

wounded men in firewagons

run over you? Why flagons and

barrels of gay roustabouts

purport to give you theater 

and arts of fluff and pink

candy? Scene? Or scenery?

Why they come to you and

'stop the stuff, you're pissing

me off?' No? Me either.

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What it all comes down to is

what we need, really need  -  

a complete redefining of terms 

and conditions. We need a

Tom Rapp to drop his efforts

some and come here, redefine 

and call out, assert self-hood 

and some integrity instead of

the spineless nitwits we get

running around from corner to

corner using our gasoline.
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I guess what I'm saying is  -
the Biblical burden, we're born
with that, imposed on us, from 
birth, and we can't do a thing about 
it and we're already guilty, paying 
somehow for the crime of another. 
There's the key, I figure. That 
structured way by which we're 
already, psychically, sunk.
Yet, here to, presented to us,
right before us and affecting
our lives and beings, are numerous
crimes and transgressions we can
do something about : and we do 
nothing. If lies and truths have
any difference between them, and
if Humankind is worth anything
at all, why then do we consistently
let others steal, create, and own
the narratives by which we then
must live and which they then
impose on us with their side feints
and Historical fallacies, created in 
the expectations of s buying into
it all and remaining placated while
they still forge ahead destroying
our places of being and the very
 'places' they extol? Husbanding 
the Earth ('caretaking') is God's
mission for us. Not destruction.
Jump up, Jiminy Cricket, into
my lap of luxurious lies!
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That's the scene. I just ripped

up the scenery.

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Modern reason, with its ideals of

freedom, justice, and prosperity,

takes away freedom even as it

purports to further it. 'Knowledge'

is always linked to power, which

is why the powers-that-be always

must (first) command the narrative

they present to you. If they can own

the 'truth' (the knowledge), they

can own you. All you have to do

(and this is often difficult, especially

when you begin 'taking' what they

give you (such as working for them)),

'Knowledge' (false knowledge) gives

power to those who have it; but what

is even more, what 'counts' as

knowledge is also determined by 

those who have it. All we need do

is resist, begin a resistance to their

deliberate lies and cheatings, at our

expense. They are the expendable ones,

and we should never be. Their kind

of (cheap, vulgar) power dominates

both its objects AND its subjects.

Especially if nothing resists.

The object of living must be

immortality. Not success, or any

(so called) material progress.

As Diatoma said to Socrates:

"It is to achieve immortality that

everything shows this enthusiasm

for its offspring, physical or

intellectual. It is what love is."

We, instead, are throwing it all

away, and allowing it to happen.

We ought be taking down these

fey harpies instead.