Stop Driving Cars!

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Stop Driving Cars!

 

This planet is unequal and getting more so by the day.

Those at the top sucked up all the money and have now

secured all the resources.  Globalization assures the value

of labor will continue to drop while Monsanto, dastardly

GMO mongers have already caused forty thousand Indian

farmers to commit suicide.  Defining hard-labor poor there’s

no way they could afford to buy seeds every year, and no

way to reverse the damage done by the “sensamilla-ization”

of soy beans to rice to wheat to corn.  Us grass-seed eaters

have ingested enough of their shit without knowing what

mutations may occur. One day we might have to buy sperm

and ova from those fucks!  Maybe they’ll patent them too!

Patented food!? Do the exclusive rights to kill the world

this way run out in seven years like pharmaceuticals or light

bulbs; or is there already a self-written law passed by owned

stooges that extends food patents to forever?  Warm-hearted

NGO workers, social workers, frazzled teachers and quiet

laborers, who don’t have the nerve to strike or scream as

their jobs could move from a buck an hour to a fifty cents an

hour locale any time are not enough to balance the obnoxious

investor class and their underlings in government. This too is

a globalized phenomenon, like square miles worth of plastic

islands killing sea mammals, ice melting to the effect of a sea-

cocktail, cooled so that smack dab in the middle of global

warming northern and southern sea cities are freezing their

asses in the winter while tectonic plates, like the extra water

above, move, making earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes and

tornadoes, typhoons, volcanoes, flooding and droughts regular.

Huddle close kids, this unstoppable tide could swell.  Greed

towers over saving the planet. Got any ideas that will work?

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Blatant fouls

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Blatant fouls
distract virtuous
life. Even autumn
colors can’t pull us
together.

The penalty for
not thinking
is another round
of corruption, worldwide wage
slavery.

A girl in
an engineer’s cap
wraps an afghan on
her grandmother, gets
I-Pad news.

Hip swerving golfer
prances through
a coffee shop with
fully clothed three hybrid: a
sponsor’s gift.

Lifestyles, so
incongruent, mingle while
Wall Street adds
A hundred to the
Dow: record profits

magnify
obvious bias bestowed,
via GATT,
to owners of the
means of production.

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April 7th Poem, 2012

April 7th Poem, 2012

 

Our “one-world-government” activist from the 50s has lived to see
the economic equivalent arise from the World Trade Organization,
IMF, GATT I and GATT II treaties, in which trade considerations
outweigh sovereignty. This ideal moment for the profit centers of
the world has, unfortunately, been soured from within, leaving him
to wonder about the fate of the next 20 years, but he still reads hard,
is sharp about human relations, forgiving to absent-minded children,
interested in his grandchildren, wrapping experienced arms around
James three, the one who has international eyes, the ability to walk
into any classroom and excel, who takes the Asian rock game “Go”
or “Padook” as seriously as any chess match or soccer practice. This
and so much more make up the experiences he has to thrive on when
the present slows down. This man, advocate for the freedoms won in
many battles, example to us all about how to squeeze everything out
of each day, threw fundraisers one season, lake frolics the next, and
is thought of each day by more people than he can remember, has not
lost touch with those who matter, and finds those good stories to keep
his brain brilliant, to extend new meaning into each day, to live more
than one life, the way he always did, say 40 years ago. You inspire us
from afar; we’ll be alright thanks to your allowing us to be who we are.

 

 

 

 

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Single Currency Theory

Single Currency Theory

The racial flow, still imperfect, puts most on edge here
in L.A. Jews and Gentiles huddle in “richville,” but
Bloomingdales and Macy’s crowd with a four-way mix
of Koreans, rap stars, Spanish speakers and stressed out
white folks who either don’t have the nerve to be kind
to strangers, or shop the big tickets, knowing collapse is
one trade-day away (but which day?). The economic divide
could collide if rich turn poor, grocery trucks hijacked
and guns replace compassion in the latter-day depression.
So sing while you can, scare viewers into the tip jar of
street performers who remind you that by break-dancing
they are not robbing your home. Come crash time, the wine
sippers will hustle dollars too, but how? Food delivery is
my guess. Safe, clean food delivered to your gated palace
in a time when even growing food may require armed guards:
should be a valuable service for those with money to spare.
If there were only a benevolent group that could be trusted to
switch us to a one-currency world with one minimum wage,
say twelve bucks and hour, and a Chavez style reprioritization
of both crops and housing. If implemented, this might prevent
the crash of 2015. Gulls dance on garbage heaps. Open lots
in East Los Angeles harbor rats and desperados, scream a
warning no one hears. Look, there’s a rotting book: “Canary
Row,” now sporting touristas unprepared for upcoming disaster.

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Iroquois Poem

Iroquois Poem

A sea of birches between farms,
Sanctuary in white.
Away from streets, the crowds, alarms,
Here squirrels and birds in flight.

The forest, innate beauty everywhere,
City dwellers breathe disease pollution,
So we cut each other’s throats, as air
Requires thyroid cancer solution.

The dirge is decades long:
Plastic countries float.
No one hires the jobless throng
To clean it up by boat.

Or live a life without the stuff
Both profitable and convenient.
What bravery it takes to call the bluff
To live in thanks, with knee bent.

Not behind a pew in church
But out where the blue ridge calls,
Swim in the lakes, canoe in search
Of striders, Bash Bish Falls.

Vanishing wilderness calling out
Destroyed in many ways.
How to stop the money louts
Who control both night and day.

“You can’t have fun without spending
Lots of fuel and alcohol money.”
Without cash, misery never ending,
Left out of social lives, not funny.

So we slave in plants that add
To the natural decline.
End up in debt, if we only had
Stayed with our plow, the time

Spent working land would lead
My son and others to know how
Creation is meant to be.
Oh, what will we do now

That to live a natural life
Is too hard to do.
Now farmers commit suicide
With patented seed bills due,

Even those who work the land
Must ante-up to rotten banks.
Join us outside globalized bands
Bow down, give the creator thanks.

 

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Can Korean, or any other Culture Avoid Being Homogenized via Globalization?

Saving Korean culture is going to be left in the hands of generations who spend an entire lunch on their smart phones. A lunch, mind you, at which three old friends have re-united after a long semester in universities spread all over the country.

If the attention spectrum of our youth is so fractured, and less and less sign up for drum troops, play traditional instruments, sing Pansori or Throt, or, importantly, paint, write or dance in the old ways, the old ways will disappear.

Korea has long been occupied: by China, Mongolia, China, Japan and now the USA. Even though many households, especially in Joellanamdo still stick to Confucian rules, the attraction of the occupiers cannot be denied. We still name our children using Chinese characters, wear Hanboks at weddings, eat rice cake cookies and Kimchi; but the current overthrow of Korean culture may be complete.

Here’s why: other than initial wars, one culture can be overthrown via language, religions and, alarmingly, popular culture.

Remember the brave folk singers who helped topple dictators here? The same type minstrels also helped end the Vietnam War in the USA. Where are they now? They’ve been shut out of contracts and replaced by KPOP, and overtly sexual form of song and dance that repeats both disco (USA 1970s) and the boy bands of the 80s and 90s, like New Kids on the Block and ‘N’ Synch. Lyrics such as “Baby One More Time,” or “Mister Mister” are not giving Korea a wholesome reputation around the world. Even Gangnam Style was full of meanings formerly considered vulgar in Korea.

This is not a matter of old fashion or conservative values, but a plea for people to think about how many other cultures have been lost via globalization, genocide, slavery, greed. Of all the cultures to copy, the USA does not come to mind as a particularly wise choice. The country has invaded other countries 90 times since World War II. Its education and health care systems are, except at universities, abominable, or they cost more than most can afford. Private hospitals have already crept into the Korean system.

There are many examples of creative and performing artists keeping traditional Korean ways alive, but the youth of Korea is headed in another direction. As sure as the Ajummas one day will stop showing up on streets or in traditional markets, taking on American ideals will lead to higher crime rates, a wider gap between rich and poor, and a greater dependency on globalized trade, rather than being self sufficient. Such dependencies assure the further erosion of Korean culture in favor of “world culture” meaning US values.

Music and movies, along with TV occupy the brain cells with “entertainment” that makes people numb with vapid content. Add to this Text Messaging and PC Games, and Korea’s lost generation is already 40 years old!

English, for the broad majority of workers, is not necessary. President Park Gun Hye took it off the KSAT university exam. It’s a start, but maybe too little, too late. I believe foreign language education is vital for brain development, as is music. But, by adopting the USA’s language, culture (note Kim Ki Duk’ movies) and horrifying religions, Korea’s past and future contributions to world culture are and will be collaborations, at best.

Catholic missionaries and others have been in Korea since long before the War of North and South. They have, along with capitalism, changed Korea from a culture in which everyone shared and knew each other, into a “my dogma is better than your dogma” religious Olympics. This, above all, threatens Buddhism. Koreans may be skeptical of Buddhism, but its core values are more peace loving and aware of the environment than Christians have ever been (Quakers excepted).

Here, only the most conservative flocks such as Seventh Day Adventist (SDA) Jehova’s Witness, and right-winged Presbyterians (huh?) and others represent a real threat. The SDA offers people jobs in the food industry in trade for piety. Do we need such a radical church controlling our food supply or educating our children? This portends a robot culture akin to Pyeung Yang’s.

Almost every war since 800AD has been started by Christians, including the 3000 cultures wiped out via genocide in South and North America. Note “12 Years a Slave,” the 2014 Oscar winner for best movie, in which Christian teachings are preached to slaves that are kept in line with bullwhips and hangings.

No other religion inspires hypocrisy so completely. President Bush had to switch from Methodist to Baptist in order to keep his head up in Church, when the Methodists condemned his wars. He was the first sitting President to switch religions in US history. He kept going while his policies including killing innocent civilians and torture. President Lee Myung Bak kept going to Presbyterian church though eight protesters died at the wrong end of his water cannons, trying to keep very old us Beef out of Korea.

Good luck Korea, invaded in so many ways. Sharing and loving have been traded for big money and plastic surgery. Korean women no longer will marry a farmer or fisherman or wonderful man, unless they have money. This is dreadful.