RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,077
(the time before moss)
I've always had some proximity
to rivers - during the times I was
living willingly in places of my
own choosing, of course - which
discounts the Avenel and Metuchen
years, when river proximity, what
there was of it, meant more like
occasional glimpses into nice
visuals, perhaps, but otherwise
merely a witness to the running
scum of toxic and industrial
streaming of the invisible,
chemical, sort, about which
the local morons could brag;
mostly because toxins are
invisible and 'out of sight,
out of mind', works well
enough to make sleazy, cheap,
political points trumping up
the wastelands and marshlands;
run-off pools as Nature Centers,
for equally toxic children and
adults. 'If you can't save 'em,
pave'em,' and throw in a warehouse
or three for good measures. The
blind lead the blind, and they
both fall off the cliff.
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The names of my rivers have been
the Hudson, the Chemung, the
Susquehanna, and, of late, the
Delaware. Each with long and
running backstories, legacy
rights, and tales of Humankind
not yet 'American.' The other day
I was sitting a bit on the higher
banks of the Delaware, looking
down onto the river (Narrowsburg
Post Office and plaza area affords
seating and overlooks), and as I
gazed downward, meditatively,
my eyes and mind were struck
by the clarity of the water, and
the rocks and stone base visible
down through the clear water.
The rocks and base-stones, large
and small, were covered with a
nice, greeny, moss - beneath the
waters, soft-looking and, in some
places, even hair-like. I got to
thinking how, at some point, the
rocks must have simply been bare.
Maybe on day 2, or day 18, or day
160, of the bright and sunny early
creation - at least by the versions
of the stories we're told. Moss takes
time to grown and prosper, to get
itself clingy, so, by rights, I'd
figure, in the very beginning,
when natural Earth still had its
clean and new-car smell, it all
must have been bare and shiny.
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Even if it all was, it's inconsequential,
yes, to the run of our own lives, now.
I guess 'Time,' as we know it, started
its own tracking mechanisms for
things once 'we' got started: the very
Earth itself flamed into generality,
picking up its own seasons and ways
and habits, with the growth of things -
plants, trees, algae, and that which we
stupidly call 'weeds' and now try to
toxify. As a race, Humankind has
always been antagonistic to the
world around them. (Go drink the
Rahway River if you don't believe
me. Have a glug on Ernie Oros).
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What got me started on all this was
something I read the day before - a
group of almost pompous CEO's
talking about how difficult it is to
keep workers 'satisfied,' - on the
job, productive, not bored, etc. I
thought to myself what an absolute
bunch of ass-cranks they must be,
these rotund, cocktail-circuit honchos
going on and on about their poor
and miserable serfs - who can't
seem to get things right, keep their
minds on their jobs, stay away from
their phones and screen, stop their
insane work-time chatter, and remain
straight and focused on.....on....yes,
making freaking widgets and bearings
and braces and parts and paper and
cereals and outputs from mines and
laboratories, pills and aspirin, housing
starts and expansions, paving highways,
cutting trees, landscaping with toxins
to make lawn-boys happy, producing
waxes and solvents, boxes and tools
and implements, any and all of which
can be added to the GROSS National
product and then dumped into rivers
and streams as run-off. How in the
world - and why - would anyone
not get angry and bored. Hell, angry
and bored enough to veritably shoot
the CEO and his minions, and it's a
wonder Humankind hasn't revolted
on that cout alone. But, who among
these morons even now studies the
Industrial Revolution or London's
once-fog. (Coal gas).
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How stupid has the world become?
How insanely belligerently has the
quest for money, lucre, Mammon
and Moloch, which has been now
worked into every pore and every
facet of our lives, been allowed to go,
and so far afield from any of the
'first days of Creation' drivel we all
supposedly revere and proclaim?
It's alarming, and again it's ALL
the same bullshit of the lies and
deceit which have gone into the
world we live. I wonder, looking
at those rivers and mosses and
grasslands and swamps, how or
where is the 'reset' button for any
of this? Humankind seems now
adept at techno-pushes, knowing
exactly what buttons and levers
to push and control to make its
inane communications and games
and messaging work, but why is
there no reset button for Earth? Or
do we just need it to blow back to
smithereens, to be started anew?
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