Long poem by
Alexander Blackie | Details
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They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when you've done that lay them out
Again!" Some others carve mountains of meat.
I’m almost ready to admit defeat.
Then I thought I glimpsed Athena (disguised
As a man) long before the others did.
Sat among the Suitors I’ve long despised,
I daydreamed of how my father would rid
This house of these hopefuls. I was surprised
At the images - horrible, vivid -
The Suitors’ bloody bodies heaped chest-high
Slaughtered by the king they’d sought to defy.
As I sat brooding, I spied a stranger
At the gate, and went straight to greet him there.
Great Athena's stratagem to change her
Appearance at first kept me unaware
Of her divinity. For, the danger
Of my being overawed was unfair.
Faced with a mortal, I could be at ease
And act without feeling I had to please.
I said, “Welcome. You won’t believe how glad
I am to see you. Come drink, eat, and tell
Me the reason you’ve come - good or bad.
Please, sit close by me so I’ll hear you well.
My mother's Suitors upset me, I'm sad
To say, loud and insolent. Drunk, they'll yell,
Shout, and tell bawdy jokes. Just ignore it.
For decent company, they are unfit.”
At that moment, the great door opened wide
And the noise of feasting and merriment
Grew louder and reverberated inside.
Four of my mother’s Suitors hellbent
On having a good time sat down beside
Me and the stranger. It was evident
They’d drunk far too much from their boorish ways,
Rough, tipsy voices, and their glassy gaze.
One, Antinous, said, “What’s this? No music
Dancing or singing? Where is Phemius,
The minstrel? Tell him to play or I'll kick
His backside! Tell him, I, Lord Antinous,
Wants everyone to hear how artistic
He is with a sweet song harmonious
And pleasing. Get to it, Telemachus,
Get him to sing. Don’t look so serious!”
I nudged the stranger to edge down the bench
To get away from these aggressive drunks
And avoid breathing in the fetid stench
Of their sour wine-soaked breath. Their beards had chunks
Of vomit on them as they tried to quench
Their insatiable thirst for wine. Each dunks
His face in food bowls like pigs at a trough
Gorging so fast that they splutter and cough.
I whispered to the stranger, “What I say
Is, though I don’t mind a little excess
And feasting's cheap when you don't have to pay,
There, in some dark uncharted wilderness
May lie the bleaching bones - or perhaps they
Grind to powder in the surf relentless -
Of my father, Odysseus, long gone,
Whose wealth these greedy vultures feed upon.”
Another brute, Eurymachus, stood up.
He staggered unsteadily on his feet.
Swaying to and fro, wine spilled from his cup.
Eyes bleary, face white as a laundered sheet,
He bared his backside, wagged it like a pup,
And farted. “I thought I’d give you a treat!”
He said, in generous mood, his speech slurred
Staring down at his friends with vision blurred.
Lord Antinous giggled. “You are unfit
To grace this respectable, noble place.
That stink would curdle goats’ milk! I admit
You’re daring in baring your bum. Replace
Your face with your bum – there’s more hair on it!
The barefaced cheek you show is a disgrace!
I suggest you sit on your best feature
You ill-mannered, uncouth, ugly creature.”
Eurymachus retorted, “You're no Greek god
Yourself, Antinous! Fair Penelope
Will choose me over you - you drunken sod!
And, I can say, without hyperbole,
She'll be transfixed by the size of my rod
When I hook her! What a catastrophe
For her if she handles your tiny worm -
She’ll not even notice it twist and squirm!”
They guffawed and shouted, “More food, more drink!
Bring more bread - and more meat - and much more wine -
Lots - if you don't want us to cause a stink!
Bring on the dancing girls! We need some fine
Young maidens to be sent to us. Just think
What we can do with those girls, boys! We'll line
Them up take our pick, kiss them quick and grope!”
To the stranger I said, “I’ve lost all hope.
These brutes, sir, would pray for much longer legs -
For no amount of pleading would save them
If my father came back. They'll drain the dregs
Of the last of the wine, spit out their phlegm,
And belch foul breath smelling of rotten eggs,
I fear, before then. We will never stem
Rumours of his homecoming. But he's dead.
Now, sir, tell me about yourself instead.”
He replied, “I’m your father’s friend, Mentes,
On a voyage, here with my ship and crew.
Our fathers - your grandfather, Laertes,
And mine, were good friends, as he will tell you.
I came here because I've been told that he's
Home - your father, Odysseus. Not true
It seems. I know for sure he isn't dead.
But he’s not on the mainland, that's what's said.
Therefore, it’s more likely he's held captive.
Strange thing - there is a voice inside my brain -
So strong I know it's authoritative -
That tells me he will soon be home again.
Your father is clever and adaptive.
Thus, even though he's bound with iron chain,
He'll find some means of getting back home here.
You are his son? I see the likeness clear.”
Mother says I’m Odysseus's son,
But it's a wise child that knows his father.
I would prefer to be the son of one
Who'd grown old upon his own land - rather
Than of that unluckiest of men - none
Disputes - King Odysseus. I gather
My father's doomed to die captive or roam
The seas. Either way, he'll never get home.
When my father was here, life went on well.
Now, we don't know if he's dead or living.
It would be far better if they would tell
Us that he'd died in battle. In giving
Such news, they'd allow us to break the spell
He's cast over us, and start forgiving
Those who killed him. Then, I could build a mound
To his memory and our line renowned.
But now he's gone without a single trace.
I inherit nothing but sad dismay,
And it doesn't end with my grief, the race
To marry my mother is on. Each day
They eat me out of house and home. We face
Ruin by them while they pretend to pay
Court to my mother who cannot decide
Whether she will or not become their bride.
I’ll call a state assembly tomorrow.
Lay my case before them, and ask the gods
To help me. More in anger than sorrow,
Bid the Suitors depart. Reduce the odds
Ranged against me. Let my dear mother go
Back to her father. If her nature prods
Her to wed then he can give her away.
I’ll search for my father that very day.
Copyright © Alexander Blackie | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
The problem of military reactions
to territorial control issues
is not merely that violence breeds further strategic development
although this is no small,
This primal problem of militarism by historic default
is that it is an intrinsically violent chapter
in the Big RedBook of Capitalism,
rooted in God created elite might right.
Notice the tools we make and buy for soldiers.
Compare these to tools in the Peace Corp.
These tell the very different problem-solving environments
found in authority to take life
rather than responsibility to share life.
And which of these feels sacred?
And which feels evil?
Whether a necessary evil or not,
still evil is not an amoral enculturation choice
over presumably weaker sacred options.
Our problem with birthing and raising nations
is similar to growing healthy mammalian babies.
Violent authority-based relationships
and love nurturing responses
and nutritional responsibilities
grow viral within individuals,
climates and landscapes of planets.
Yet it is a relativistic mistake,
a compromising error,
to believe WinLose choices
rather than WinWin co-responsive options
are merely strategic architectures,
without moral implications,
and projections for growing more democratic love
or degenerating further violence,
the true capital investment returns
for choosing to spread one's dominant authority
rather than cooperative EarthCentering responsibilities.
The U.S. democratic-intended Constitution,
were born of both love for this people
and this place,
this sacred land,
developed in a new responsibility,
a New OldWorld opportunity
to grow a multiculture of healthy inclusive love,
yet also born of hate for Royalist elitism,
supported by threat of military violence
authorized by right of a Crown
not made by merely human hands
but, yes, made by cowed human minds,
resulting in often exploited backs and legs
races and racism,
of the darkest and poorest first,
creating a new nationalistic suppressed generation
in toxic patriarchal authorities to take foreign life
because of something larger
more Yang-significant and dominant
than risks of our own Yin-lives individually lost,
implying authorities to incriminate lives of brothers and sisters,
to deprive healthy lives to enemies of the State,
now become a God of CapitalHoarding Revenge,
a jealous rich god of royal elitism,
gone viral with madness.
The U.S. is a continuing experiment
in these double-binding addictions
to love's responsibilities toward WinWin democratic resolutions,
and violations of cooperative authority
devolving toward further WinLose reiterations
of suboptimizing health-wealth strategies,
as if positive love morality of cooperation
could ever be normatively set-aside
for double-negatives of hating foreign fathers
and violating their heathen wives
as merely sexual property.
Rather Old School,
violent authority to defend capitalism's dominance,
a perennial contagion
we spread through using younger bodies
as slaves for mutual slaughter
rather than investing in cooperative Peace Warriors
equipped with more permacultural loving tools
and solar panels,
and seeds for regenerativity.
A history of democratic love
is born and maintained at home
through developing cultures of healthy care-receiving and giving,
certainly including a federal mandate for universal health care,
but not just for U.S. tax payers;
for all Earth's lives,
our native Elders,
without whom we never could have arrived
at this opportunity
to choose contagious climates of health
over toxic addictions to further WinLose climates
of capital-hoarding violence
within and between brothers and sisters,
extending cooperative family co-gendering trees
back through 0-sum spacetime,
prehistoric polypathic dipolar love.
And yet I can hear Puritan foundations,
responding ex-gospel cathedra:
We still cling to our Jealous God
of and for White Heterosexual Male Dominant Idolatry
with rights of capital-invested might
to violently defend our self-entitling righteous beliefs.
Yet, this Jealous YHWH,
I AM THAT I AM,
supremacist shouts more commandingly
only in our Older Testament.
Jesus knows Abba
whose ultimate property is regenerative love,
a property you also believe in
as New Testament GoodNews Gospel.
This is where love's ecopolitical responsibilities emerge,
evolve as morally higher and better and deeper rooted
than simplistic Old School violent revenge
of royal-supreme Elites.
Again I hear evangelists
and false prophets of violent revolutions
against secular humanism
shouting with spit-flying emphasis:
We must not believe in God's evolution
as this is a view incompatible
with God's Original Creation Revolution
of planet Earth
and Her atmospheric Universe.
Your theological and emotional health problems
are all the New Testament scriptural evidence
that Jesus the Jewish Son
clearly does believe in messianic love's evolution,
from Vengeance Is Mine!
to God is multiculturing contagion of creative love,
and not at all Old School RoyalState-Capitalist
military violence addiction.
If you see love of revolving regenerativity,
wealth of health opportunities
as weaker than violently vengeful WinLose monoculturing risks,
this view is not much Christ-like.
Had God invited your birth and maturation
prior to 1776,
you might well have felt compelled
by fear of King George's righteous royal entitlement.
are not what mainstream political U.S. culture
has ever labeled as truly patriotic or even native American,
in any historical senses of native as naturalized,
and most emphatically not
what either Republicans or Democrats
would consider patriotic
promise of a national evolving culture of healthy wealth
for regenerate health tomorrow.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Charles Cingolani | Details
Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant corners I hear
the rhythmic thud of cannon,
and from fields astir with figures converging
the eerie muffled rumble of drums.
From behind, hoofing sod aloft
couriers gallop past
straightway up to lines of men
where a ruffled slanted flag is held,
to a figure mounted, with sword drawn,
about to unleash his flexing array
to collide with columns coming on.
I watch them shift, align, then clash head-on
as distant volleys crackle in long orange ribbons
where smoke is rising—
after which shattered lines rejoin
like healed limbs, smaller now but whole,
to lunge once more
into spiraling bursts of yellowy orange.
Is that a cornfield on the distant plain
not far from where a white church stands?
I see stalks moving like men
advancing and falling back in wild infernal whirling,
while savage yelling rips through space.
Before my eyes a field of buff cornstalks
being reaped now by frenzied swathings
slashed now, then shredded,
ravaged in fiery geysers
spewing red and orange.
I see you, men in blue, your backs to me—
barrels and bayonets glistening in the sun
your lines plunging forward like waves,
cresting and curling to splash in smoky spume
onto a road that cuts the fields in two—
Facing you there in sunken trenches
long streaks of reddish gold
bursting in continuing ordered alternation
repelling your forward drive—
You fall where carnage itself piling high
staves off all further senseless slaughter.
And far off to my left a long snakelike movement
bloats at a bridge
behind which the hills with fire erupting
become hell's crucible
spurting its ghastly flow of fiery orange
from what seemed to be a thousand pores
down toward that stony arched crossing.
On this side amassed,
clotted lines surge and retract ramrod-like,
propelling one small bluish artery
over into that brimming inferno
to thrust its way forward, unscathed,
as if 'twere led through a red fiery sea
inside a slender shielding sheath.
As they advance random shooting stutters,
from farther distance fired. Then of a sudden
out of nowhere at my left,
one last yelping onslaught, one final vicious blitz.
What had advanced seeks refuge now
falling back to that bridge,
as if to protecting water.
As with the suddenness of their arrival,
the spirited gray chargers now quit the field,
scampering back up over their hill
to regroup and await the hour
of fiery retribution.
Then a quiet moaning can be heard
over the twitching fields
whilst nightfall settles in..
From what vision am I awakening?
These are but fields, hills.
There a church, a bridge.
I must linger here, listen to silence, hear it speak—
of homage, of gratitude, of loss.
Silence hovering over sacred soil,
its canopy spread over rituals once performed here
to form a sanctuary to enshrine that offering,
that atonement, that oblation
for a had-to-be war of our own making.
Forbid all levity here! Bar all distraction!
Ban every cloaked entrepreneur!
Granite, even marble disturb.
There is no enactment, no fitting into frames.
Silence alone befits this hallowed space—
. . . as does the hidden violet
that blooms for you in spring,
for you who left your life here
that dire September seventeen
eighteen hundred and sixty-two.
You, unknown, unsung brothers mine
from Georgia, Connecticut and Carolina.
. . . as does the windhover riding on air
on wingsbeats stalwart and soft
holding perfectly still above the plot where you fell,
a crest of valor, a living marker cross
emblazoned on high,
above you valiant brothers mine
from Maryland and Tennessee and Iowa.
. . . as does the lark climbing aloft
on eager wings as morning dawns
trilling scales of gratitude to you
for daring to die for convictions you held,
contrary, insoluble—that war alone could settle
for those before you, for those who followed,
determined brothers of mine
from Texas, Mississippi and Colorado.
. . . as does that ancient tree on the slope
still standing there on weary feet,
the agéd veteran, presenting arms,
saluting you whom it saw fall,
itself to fall, last of all,
but still rooted and abiding
where you fought and died
unforgotten brothers mine
from New Jersey, Rhode Island and Arkansas.
. . . as does the solitary girl
walking o'er the fields with grace,
her head erect, her feet treading light
on soil moistened with a spirit
soaked into it with blood you shed there.
From it she takes strength to live
despite her loss, her grief her pain.
'twas your gift for her, dear brothers mine
from Wisconsin, Alabama and Maine.
. . . as does the murmuring stream
that winds through these Maryland fields,
that living, pulsing emblem,
that watery banner unfurled,
Holocaust inscribed thereon but Antietam called,
that plaintive name for the deed you rendered:
the cleansing required,
the bloody fusing,
the burnt sacrifice,
consumated by you, cherished brothers mine,
from Pennsylvania, Ohio and Virginia.
As I turn now to leave
mighty towers of white clouds rise
mid rumblings of distant thunder off to the west
beyond these silent fields.
On parting the pace quickens.
There is no laming.
Led by a knowing hand to this temple of silence
a fresh awareness of what here was wrought
has been instilled, awakened.
The bravery, honor, courage,
the horror, pain, the dying—
knowledge such as this waxes,
transforms, makes happen.
Farewell, holy fields. Farewell, brothers mine
whom I have found in the stillness
enshrining this hallowed ground.
Found you arisen, alive,
Heard your voices
begging, clamorous, pleading
that what was here begun
be completed, be done:
That finally we become one
in our thinking, our dealings,
in the living of our lives—
that the struggle find end
in the change required
of heart and mind
to make us worthy
of this our country, our land.
Copyright © Charles Cingolani | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal knowledge,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-empathic trust
where dipolar co-arising mutual immunity
raises dissonance as noisy pathology.
I discover this issue as more of a question
about changing my feelings
by changing my beliefs about feelings
as something that could be wrong,
should be different, in a healthier, better, more beautiful world,
would be better if I were a better person,
we would feel and think better, if we could comprehend
our PermaCultural Golden SelfAsOther Political/Economic Rules
of dialectic ecology,
political power trends
with economic reiteratively polyculturing regenerating relationships.
Sometimes when I empathically feel like why and why not
I believe something is not right
about what I think I should rationally define as correct,
according to Business As Usual LeftBrain deductive dominance,
should be truth,
should become exegetical,
emerge as permaculturally orthodox co-empathic dominance,
unquestionable feeling/belief in health v pathology,
then I also think my RightBrain feelings
of not right-true
shadowing LeftBrain cooperative-affective dissonant information
of not Left-Right balanced languaged cultural belief,
truth-statement belief with empathic trust v. mistrust,
distrust as untrust,
chronically evolves as anti-trust, hatred,
in more climatically critical political and economic
as ecological events.
I am reading Dr. Cyrus Ernesto Zirakzaden's excellent
"Social Movements in Politics".
The more I read,
the more troubled I feel about this choice of title.
It doesn't feel like it fully matches
the rich evolutionary messages unfolding behind these history lessons.
Zirakzaden, using Business As Usual academic-analytical narrative voice,
articulates the evolution of West Germany's political/economic
the prelude understory leading toward more recent historical-cultural emergence of the Green Party,
in the late twentieth century
since the emergence of what became,
as far as I recall from my religious history lessons,
the Christian Party.
Given the enculturing titles of West Germany's social-political systemic structures,
if feels likely many Greens
would prefer Zirakzaden's choice of title to have been
"Political Movements within Judeo-Christian Organized Crimes Against Nature".
How I feel about this story
influences how I think I would best step into it,
empathize within these shifting thoughts and feelings,
most informed by empathic poli-economic trust
in healthy feelings,
in feelings which are healthy by definition of their accuracy,
speaking to pathological appositional beliefs as dis-regenerative,
Yet, this empathy requires a poli-economic choice
between using Advocate v Academic Voice,
at least on paper,
or invested in our great transitional digital cloud of unknowing.
The Green Party emerges as a social-political movement
away from Judeo-Christian Traditions
of Organized Pathological Stewardship,
problematic where divorcing human nature from co-arising sacred nature
of nondual nature/spirit biosystems,
love as synergy,
spiritual minds as natural sensory transregenerational bodies,
Green as notnot Revelations
of Organized Crimes Against OurSelves,
all Earth Tribes,
Earth and her regenerative open-solar co-arising
nondual EcoLogical EcoSystem.
As an EarthTribe global citizen,
reading about W. Germany's Green emergence,
I empathize with the Green Party
as Political Movement Heroine/Hero
virally inserting ourselves
within every pore and cell
of our Elder Judeo/Christian/Islamic Story
including Crimes Against Earth
now struggling to change our poli-economic key
from minor to major PermaCultural Development
as CoEmpathic Creative Design
and Primal Purpose for Politics
as a Science;
an EcoTherapeutic Political Tao of Science.
In "Trust in Black America"
Dr. Shayla C. Nunnally explores comparative politics of trust,
and probably hate as measured in recent survey samples--
where haters would be unlikely to erupt from sinister closets.
Here we find political trust,
and lack thereof,
follows ecopolitical history,
power-over through Judeo-Christian-Islamic ownership
as the full story about stewardship,
while power-with through empathy
co-arises nondual mutually subsidiary mentorships of ecotrust,
most richly found in cultural-ethnic historical enclaves
within embryonic Earth's OrganicTribal Congress
of ReGenerate-Healthy Evolution.
Even so, my historically nurtured empathic trust,
like everyone else's,
begins in embryo,
the dynamic fractal-dialectic existentialism of DNA
I believe and feel intends to grow out
as polypathically as politically and economically possible
from that safe healthy epicenter,
ecocenter of healthy holonic humane life.
Empathic Trust is cognitive-affective default
on the love-peace side of history,
absorbing enslaving other-as-self hate,
anger-fear appositional warring about incommensurable positions
yet still within our own political-economic identity equation.
If we need trusting beliefs
to fully embrace empathic feelings,
do we also need untrusting pathological absence of belief
to fully embrace fears of mutual immunity,
internal ambiguities of unresolved ego/eco
Self/Other ownership of mutually nutritional trust,
not quite yet discovered?
A mix of more active distrusting juxtapositions about fundamentals of ecobalance
and more moderate mistrusting juxtapositions about proportional aesthetics of multicultural truths;
diverse political positions internally and externally conversing,
noticing and listening for Golden co-empathic trust
to follow nondual bilateral light.
equal polynomial synergy parts
in-between past anger and future fear hearts.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Yes, my lovely Yin.
Why do you map Game Theory
onto EcoFeminist Political Theory?
It comes across as either just confusing
or, even worse,
Well you seem to associate competitive ZeroSum WinLose
with strong aggressive patriarchal effectiveness
for defending and conserving health and safety.
These are rational strategic choices for the real guts
of our ego- and anthro- and national-competitive survival;
while Yin is more of the nurturing cooperativist Mom
who has her matriarchal place in a WinWin domestic economy,
but speaking cooperative nurture to competitive power
sounds like patriarchally dominant Business As SexistUsual
I can see that,
but it does miss my more encompassing Yang/Yin nondualist intent.
not if you substitute Patriarchy/Matriarchy for Yang and Yin,
as Original Cause
and Original ReGenerativeEffect.
I'm not sure I can explain
why I see EcoFeminist Game Theory
as nonzero-sum optimizing WinWin
and why that, in turn,
unveils nature-nurture slow-growth resonance,
and therefore evolves regenerative-matriarchal-reverse-hierarchical, re-cyclical therapy
for a too patriarchal
Yang-means-NotYin Business as Capitalist-Elitist Usual,
WinYang to LoseYin
zero-sum ecopolitically long-term degenerative history,
embedded within Earth's larger RNA Yin/Yang WinWin
phylogenic development of EarthTribe's her-creationstory.
Then why bother with it?
If you can't deductively explain why it is therapeutic
then how could your way of seeing Game Theory
through a bicameral-feminist lens
actually be therapeutic,
even for yourself,
with your deductivist-reductivist rational exclusionary ways.
Because I am nothing without co-arising you.
As bipolar opposites,
in a WinLose survivalist world,
neither of us could be Yang empowered
or Yin nurturing.
Only in our dipolar appositional co-arising WinWin world
of self/other-regenerative evolutionary development
can we find RealWorld RealTime Yang-Left BodyMind with Yin-Right MindBody
more passionately trusting our ecopolitical choices
than when Yang merely overpowers Yin.
Your description of how Earth regenerates cooperative,
more than degenerates competitive climates of pathology,
does not move me toward prescriptive therapeutic passion.
I was listening to a feminist writer
speaking of why she is uncomfortable with being labeled as a feminist.
She was clear that, for her,
what feminists are against is Patriarchy,
which is not the same thing as being against men.
What she explicitly stated feminists cannot do
is speak truth to power with and about what all feminists are for,
what all feminists would nurture and grow and regenerate.
For me, and for Game Theory, I suspect,
feminists are for nurturing cooperative global WinWin empowerment
of individually restorative minds with bodies,
of all Earth's LifeTribes,
of Mother Earth as icon of healthywealth cooperative fertility.
WinWin NonZero-Sum is our larger cooperative nurturing womb
of long-term, multi-generational, multicultural development,
while WinLose Zero-Sum competitive YangDominant survivalist evolution
is reserved for extraordinary
EitherWinMore Now Or LoseEverything Later
short-term strategic necessities,
to minimize anti-pathic losses and optimize cooperative-democratizing empathic trust Wins.
Tell me again why you are so sure WinWin cooperative equivalence
is Earth's larger regenerative history,
while WinLose is Yang's more short-term survivalist
and other-degenerative-negative may be OK with me,
Let's try this:
Anatol Rapaport's regenerative-reproductive-reiterative longevity
within a game environment permitting both WinLose competitive,
and WinWin cooperative, bilateral choices,
called Tit for Tat,
always wins every game played
every transaction co-invested
every relationship mirror-passioned,
to only go WinLose
when your RightNow-Other played WinLose selfishly last round.
Corollary: Never defensively initiate WinMore to LoseLess.
If your default setting is always choose WinWin equivalency,
except when meeting a prior WinLose Dominant EgoCentric player
against your mutual reiterative equivalent-cooperative memory
and future-anticipated regenerativity (embodied restoration).
If everyone chooses WinWin equivalency
in every ecopolitical game and relationship,
then WinMore to LoseLess players disappear
within a perpetually regenerative
restorative rights-equivalence game
of both matriarchally cooperative mind and body
Left and RightBrain co-owned and governed
for EcoFeminist/EgoMasculine EarthRights Equivalence.
NonZero Game Theory,
compassioned and nurtured WinWin bilaterally reiterative default
is also BothAnd "Right Brain" appositional thinking,
where Zero-Sum WinLose Game Theory
is EitherOr Left(PatriarchalElite) Brain Dominant,
So, NonZero-Sum WinWin Yin/Yin
and ZeroSum LoseLose Yang/Yang
and her-culture/histories regenerate the longest?
And that's what domestic-within ego/eco-empowering Matriots
share with more Yangish AntiPatriarchal EcoFeminists.
We are all WinWin for EarthTribe's nurturing-flow
of cooperative-restorative ecopolitical Matriarchal/Patriarchal
not quite so much Yang/Yin,
Global Health and Safety
just turn your frame around,
so Matriarchs are, as they always have been, Original Causes,
after all we do carry the regenerative babies,
while the Patriarchs are just another pair of Yin/Yang
Original ReGenerative Effects.
Isn't that a little like interpreting the Intent of Democratizing Constitutions,
as Originally Caused by our ForeFather's Mothers?
I doubt those who signed these diverse cooperative intentions
for our collective health and safety
also intended to bite the hands that embryo-fed them.
That does seem rabidly LoseLose unlikely,
now that you mention Original Nurturing Causes.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
If God is EggWhite
then Tao is His embryonic EarthYolk.
Why would you say such a confusing and silly thing?
What is the difference between a Paradise Tree of Life and Death
and a Great Chain of Being?
Is this a change of subject or are you answering my question with another confusing and silly question?
How are a ReGenerating Tree of HealthyLife then PathologicalDeath
and a Healthy ReCycling-ReProducing Organic MultiGenerational Chain of Being
If God is a Western ReGenerating/Degenerating Tree,
and Tao is an Eastern ReProducing/Unraveling Chain and Ground of (0)-Balancing organic health/pathology becoming,
then we might both Tree and ReChain Jean-Jacques Rousseau's empowering philosophy experience,
"I had perceived everything to be [regeneratively/degeneratively] radically connected
with [economic-ecological] politics,
and that, upon whatever [nutrition/toxin] principles these were [cooperatively/competitively] founded,
a people would never be more than that which the [ecosystemic] nature
of the [ego-self and Earth-other] government [inductively, more than solely deductively] made them."
Both Western dualist divide of nature from spirit,
and Eastern cooperative nondual co-arising nature-enspiriting political philosophy
portray The EcoPolitical Moral Order
through evolutionary and revolutionary WinWin both-and metaphors;
essentially contending with the double-bind appositional primal relationship
of cooperation OVER and/or UNDER
BEFORE and/or AFTER,
the WinWin-Yang v LoseLose Yin-understory of
EcoPolitical Elite LeftBrain-Secular
and RightBrain-Sacred NonElite bilateral integrity,
like life and death,
light and dualdark,
positive and double-binding notnot ambivalently pos/negative,
competitively oppositional deductions and cooperative appositional inductions.
ConVex with ConCave,
Yang with YinYin, etc...
George Lakoff's "Political Mind"
implies cooperative with competitive economy of bicameral nurturing flow powers,
the temporal ecologic of our God as Tao-given Morally Helpful Order
(and not so much condemning disorder).
"...since we owe every [regenerative-health evolving] thing we are--our very existence--to the workings of [Earth's] nature, nature is seen [by bicameral balancing ecopolitical minds] as [regenerative-health] moral."
And yet, also both-and ecologically,
as absence of sufficiently nutritional moral-normative
self-as-part-of-Other governing dynamic organic balance.
Just as God's Tree of Life
includes Ego's Death,
just as Tao's Organic Chain of Earth's ReProductive-Evolving Health
includes Ego's DeGeneration-Devolution of self-centering supremacy,
so too our Moral Order of history
includes both "natural hierarchies of [LeftBrain] power emerge"
and unbalanced dissonant RightBrain disempowerment continues Earth's premillennial creation story of matriarchal NonElite repression.
"According to the [eco]logic of the [regenerative/degenerative] metaphor,
to find out who is most [cooperatively Left-Win/Right-Win] moral,
look at who has been, over history
[but also within matriarchal embryonic understory]
most [Ego/EcoConscious] powerful in the [LeftBrain YangDominant] hierarchy.
Lakoff illustrates spatial-moral order metaphors of supremacy over subjects,
ecopolitical Elites over NonElites,
the Elite of nature's endowment
in more empowered contrast to their lower-tiered NonElite.
We begin to see some ahistorical,
cause-effect reversal issues
about who and what came first,
then causally-regeneratively/degeneratively second,
in our Moral WinWin Tree-OrganicChain Order.
In our Western Tree of Life and Death,
God rules ProGenitor before and, therefore, above,
DNA-scripted regenerative biosystems.
But, in our nondual co-arising Eastern Organic Chain,
human bicameral Yang/Yin nature
co-evolves with and as Tao's regenerate/degenerate ecological
RedYolk/BlueEmbryonic integrative nurture-resonant balance.
In Western Moral Patriarchal Order,
HumanNature is more sacredly above,
yet not historically-naturally before Earth's MultiCulturing Natures.
In Tao's Moral ReGenerate/DeGenerate Order,
Earth's RNA-scripted Nature
nutritionally-organically predicts and precedes
and evokes and invites ecological healthy DNA climate precedence
toward bicamerally balancing Humane/Divine nondual Nature.
In Western Patriarchal power hierarchies deduced-reduced from above
as Moral Order,
Adults are above Children,
yet Tao Matriarchal/Patriarchal double-bind appositional nutritional empowerment of Both-And as WinWin
to not loselose touch with historical-temporal facts.
We were all RightBrain dominant infants
and more Left/Right Patriarch/Matriarch balancing prepubescent children
before we became EgoDominant deductivists,
and RightBrain repressing eco-inductive nurturing adults.
Western God-YHWH-Allah Cultures claim ecopolitical competitive supremacy over and above
NonWestern too-cooperativist cultures.
Yet God has become, for some,
the Supreme WinLose Condemning LeftBrain Dominant personification
of nondual co-arising Tao's bilaterally cooperative
PatriarchalSecular/MatriarchalSacred Earth HealthWealth Optimization Landscape.
Where Conservative Fundamentalist residents
place these Uniting States above other Nations,
a more cooperative WinWin regenerative view of muticulturing history
might more humbly remember
this USA is a mere adolescent among Elder Regenerating ecosystemic Cultures,
ReGenerating HealthWealth WinWin Evolution more cooperatively than not
not DeGenerating Pathological Devolution
of immoral Patriarchal-YangDominant disorders.
BrownEgged Tao is older than God,
so it seems inappropriate to consider ourselves ecopolitically USA Conservative LeftBrain deductive dominantly and morally
sacredly and naturally correct,
to competitively divide Earth
as Elite Christians.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
what did you most appreciate
learning at school this summer?
Probably in Community ReForesting.
You know, the EcoTherapy Class
instead of eating lunch,
using "lunch" loosely
as synonymous with edible,
or at least tangentially related to edibility.
Oh yes, that one.
What stands out for you most
in your Community ReForesting Cooperative Administration Class?
I'm about ready to fall off the edge of my ecopolitical seat
with hypnotically trusting wonder and awe.
since you're so fascinated and all,
it was studying the therapeutic ecological meaning
of the regenerative root systemic word for EduCation
as, basically, (0)Sum WinWin EcoPolitically refined Cation,
a revolutionary reweaving
of Lovelock's Gaian Hypothesis
plus Taoist as Zeroist
Yang+Yin = WinWin
equals notnot PolyNomial YinSquared
equals 0-Core PrimeRelational Fuller-Eulerian Fractal-Squared=Octave
Spiral 4-dynamic season
Revolutionary Sacred RightBrain Inductive
Yin is (-,- double-bind, geo-eco-binary) Zero
dipolar loves (+)1 UniVersal Interdependent Yang Thesis,
c-squared is dipolar appositional
more than bipolar oppositional
(0)Sum PrimeRelational-Fractal InFormation
is also ExFormation dualdark-squared co-gravitation,
or chopped up any non-equivalent cognitive-affectively dissonant
algebraic and non-geometric fraction of a function
or thermodynamic ratio or ration
or formational spacetime function as ecofunction
or reforesting synchronization
we might EcoCationally prefer.
you started with Cation trends of soil,
strength and nurturing flow optimization indicators,
and ended up back
at our (0)Sum
deep dualdark Black Hole
equals YinYin quantity/quality,
and hence your name,
another name for (0)Sum Cation HealthTrends?
thanks a lot for naming me after dirt Mom,
that helps a lot with the social life,
know what I mean?
Loved sharing summer memories,
getting back to Cation
seems clearer to me
if you follow the historical-enculturing outline:
is a way of measuring,
contrasting WinWin to LoseLose dynamic production
and absorbing co-mentoring nutrient consumption,
bilateral exchange capacities
is our way of RightBrain inducting,
while LeftBrain languaging,
contrasting WinHealthy with LosePathology
collateral production and consumption nutrition-absorption trends,
bilateral hemispheric cooperative exchange capacity development/devolution
within 0-Core Gaian EarthTribe CoMessianic-Bodhisattva Souls.
is best CoMentoring
secularLeft and SacredRight
EgoLeft with EcoRight root-systemic
reforesting Paradise Beloved Communities
enculturing Minds with healthy growing bodies,
one of which is named YinYin
for revolutionary dirt,
or some such oxymoron.
is how we define
and deductively delineate
WinLeftEgo (personal and/or national-cultural) exegetical
and LoseRight NonElite, Yin-repressed through Yang-dominant eisegetical,
from LoseLeft short-term exegetical deductive
AND LoseRight long-degenerative future through past inductive.
added to the above,
reductive, non-bilateral balanced, EduCation
yields the full spectral balance of WinWin through LoseLose:
WinLeftYang--0Sum--WinRight YinSquared (me, holonic-fractaled)
like DNA regenerative function with phylogenic fractal form,
Spirit/Nature NonDual SpaceTime.
could bilaterally optimize Deep Sacred Ecology Learning
through enculturation of Left and Right balance,
creolizing polycultural health outcomes
Secular EcoCation AND Sacred EduCation Inductive Wisdom-Personal Eisegetical Felt Trust v Mistrust v Active Distrust
by Elder RightBrain RNA
ergodic thermodynamic balancing
Eulerian Prime Function ReMemory
of Commons polyphonic multi-sensory octaves.
is our shared co-mentoring vocation,
bodhisattva everyday preoccupations,
more or less Yang/Yin
WinWin harmonic balanced by
cooperatively self-organizing PermaCultural Designers
of interior landscapes and exterior climates of and for health,
delineated with production and consumption seasonally adjusted
as cooperativized by a few revolutionary feminist ecotherapists,
transgendering great transitional poets
transitioning great transgenderal lyricists,
cooperative ecopolitical evolutionary Gaian Theorists called EcoLogists
of original hypostatic zero-fractal unions,
Taoist Wu-Wei Tipping Points
Yang + Yin
does not equal
Yang V. Yin (Win/Lose, Either-Or Deductive Dominant)
just as Both-And not(+)not(+)
does not normatively,
Either Win deductively (+) Or Lose inductively (-)
because WinWin is a healthier slow-growth change choice,
more naturally-spiritually nondual co-arising harmonic,
most physically and metaphysically regenerative,
like 0-sum fractal structure
of thermodynamically balanced
I'm sure that was clear to somebody,
although that person would not be me.
what did you learn at school today?
this is not a competition about whose day was best
and most loving
much less a competition
to see who can go on and on the longest,
and most plutocratically fascist,
which is no way to run a reforesting summer school,
rather much monoculturally lessening
more Win to Lose
Business As Usual
in a Yang-supremacist culture.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's Baltimore Sermon.
Rev. Jaynes had a son,
a second generation Julian Jaynes,
who was a rather well published Princeton psychologist
with an evolutionary theory of bicameral LeftBrain intelligence emerging from older RightBrain synapticYang/apticYintegral consciousness.
Earlier in the morning
I had been reading this younger secular humanist Julian Jaynes,
who was also a bicameral mental-health development John the Baptist
to what later became Positive Psychology,
prior to reading Reverend Jaynes' 100 year perspective
on Channing's Unitarian slap down
of a vengeful Calvinist God,
condemning the grievous sins of mere mortal humans.
Mortal humans who are also bicameral human consciousness,
as teleologically and ecologically and phylogenically understood
by the younger Julian Jaynes,
only son of a Unitarian Rev,
whose father died a few years after Psychologist Jaynes was born,
and after delivering his historical summary of Unitarian bicameral evolution
toward Universalist-LeftBrain and Unitarian-RightBrain nature-spirits
nondual co-arising between 1819 and 1919.
I developed a distracting habit of writing in additional words
that the younger Jaynes might have added
to describe a dynamic nondual natural-spiritual balancing act
between Universalist Yang EgoConservatives of Traditional health values
and Unitarian Yintegrity of Earth-Regenerating nutrition.
As I began to see through the eyes of Rev. Jaynes reading his son's theory of bicameral egoLeft-Yang and ecoRight-SacredYin evolution of balancing nondual co-arising consciousness,
Universal ebbing waves of triumphal unchanging YangTruth Tradition
prepared to surge back toward narrow-midway Unitarian flow
of LeftEgo with RightEco climate balance for abundantly regenerative love,
economic and political balance
of YangLeft EgoCentering Universal Co-Empowerment
nondual co-arising promise
with YinRight EcoCentering Flow of Both-And
Universalists with Unitarians,
which did not become religiously updated from the Prime (0) Relational Principle of Taoism,
until a few years before Psychologist Jaynes published his treatise on
Positive pylogenic development
of Left-Right Ego-secular/Eco-sacred bicameral evolution.
This is how I added the younger Jaynes
to Reverend Jaynes
speaking about the 100 year influence of Reverend Channing:
"...What terrible things did Channing say?
He declared the supremacy of the human [ego/eco-logical healthy and wealthy trusting] reason.
He put Holy Scripture under the searchlight of rational [LeftUniversal-RightUnitarian] interpretation.
He defended the [balancing] character of God from the old imputations of cruelty, injustice, and the wrath of an irresponsible [LeftBrain EgoDominant] despot.
He broke up the mystery of the Trinity, and behold,
the [Universal] Fatherhood of one supreme [Yintegral Unitarian] oversoul,
the pleading personality of Jesus
as our human [ego/eco bodhisattva] brother and prophet,
and the Holy Spirit as the diffusive [regenerative nutritional yin] power
of divine [healthy] goodness and love."
"Then followed what he called 'the one sublime idea,'--
the inherent [LeftYangEgo-RightYinEco] dignity [and integrity] of human nature
and the saving power of personal [ego-conservational universe = climate health progressive eco-unitive] character,
irrespective of any artificial [supremacist Yang] mediation
of a universal [and unitarian, WinLeft-WinRight mutual] atonement [economy]."
"That is all!
How mild and familiar it sounds this morning!
How the sweet [therapeutic] reasonableness
of those [co-absorbing LeftUniversal-RightUnitarian] affirmations
condemn the [too Yangish LeftBrain Dominant historic] character
of the theology that denounced them as the [secular humanist, relativistic, rather than primal nature-spirit nondual co-relational] charter of hell."
"From hilltops to hilltops their [ego/eco-conscious] echoes flew--until in brief time,
one hundred and twenty-five orthodox steeples rocked with their joyous clamor
of [unitarian-yin] acceptance and [universal-yang] approval.
New England was aflame."
For [ecologically rational] intellectual liberty,
for breaking the bonds of burdensome [static, dead] tradition,
for spiritual [YangLeft-deductive and YinRight-inductive] serenity
in the presence of every new [bilaterally appositional health/pathology] truth,
for daily [regenerative/degenerative] visions
of fresh [healthy ego/ecological] horizons
opening out into a morally sound and beneficent
[Unitarian-integral climate of health-flow] universe."
"We have seen one other thing--are seeing it now.
It is a [regenerative] revival among ourselves.
It is the awakened sense of [polypathic multicultural] responsibility
to the [healthy balancing natureLeft-spiritRight] faith we profess.
It is the disappearance of our former complacency [about mutual antipathy],
our cozy isolation,
our let-alone policy.
Growing in their place is the strong [Yang-UniversalEgo] desire
to make our churches,
not merely bomb-proof resorts of safety for Unitarian [Universalist] saints,
but live [inviting co-arising] centers
of [exterior-Universe/interior-Unitarian climate health] action,
with risks and hazards and challenges of [eco-centric] danger
and [ego-centric] sacrifice,--
centers where strong, earnest men [and women and everyone in-between] love to serve,
because it is a man's job [a humaneEgo-divineEco bicameral vocation],
centers whence [Yang Universalist] definite,
effective influences shall go [grow] over the top,
to plant the [polypathic bicameral] standards of [health-wealth balancing] liberal religion
and to do clean-cut,
businesslike [organic nurturing nutritional] work
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
SillyBilly theKidster | Details
"Sentenced to hang in the town of Lincoln,
Billy made his bold escape.
Both of his guards died from thinking,
that a shackled young boy couldn't break away."
I've often wondered what thoughts were going through his head
as he stood staring out that window chained to the floor by his bed,
watching the gallows being built that would soon seal his fate.
Was he planning at that very moment his greatest escape?
Did he already know that his hanging would never come to be?
Was he already aware that before night fall, once again he'd be free?
Whatever his thoughts, they were interrupted rudely
by Deputy Bob Ollinger, one of his guards while in custody.
"Word has it you said that if we ever met again you'd kill me on the spot.
Well here I am Kid. Now's your chance. Show me what you've got.
It's a shame that you'll hang in another week or two,
because I'd love to be the one who gets to kill you.
I've got silver dimes in the barrells of my shotgun.
I'd love to try them out on you, but I can't unless you run.
If I free you from those chains will you run for the door?
Oh by the way Kid, your Ma was one sweet filthy whore.
I'll kill you before you hang Kid. That's a sure bet."
"Be careful Bob," said the Kid, "I'm not hung yet."
Bob thrusted his shotgun hard into Billy's gut.
The Kid looked up at him in pain and said, "Now what?"
"Don't do it Bob," Bell screamed angrily, "or you'll be the one who'll hang for sure
for killing an unarmed boy in cold blood who was chained helplessly to the floor.
It's time for the other prisoners
to be escorted across the street to be fed. The Kid's not going anywhere.
He's chained to the floor by his bed.
Anyway, I took the prisoners last so now it's your turn.
Go and have yourself a beer
and I'll stay here
and guard the Kid until you return.
Bob Ollinger placed his shotgun into the gun rack.
Before he left, he said to Billy, "I'll see you when I get back."
No one can say for sure if the above scenario ever truly took place,
but one thing's for sure.
Ollinger tormented Billy at a merciless endless pace.
They were enemies who fought against each other
during the Lincoln County War.
Ollinger was in the posse that murdered John Tunstall,
Billy's employer, friend and mentor.
"I have to use the privy Bell," Billy said to the deputy.
Bell kept his rifle trained on Billy as he tossed him the key.
Billy unlocked the chains that kept him bound to the floor.
Still in handcuffs and leg irons, Bell escorted Billy out the door.
Billy entered the outhouse closing the door behind him.
"Let's not take too long in there Kid," Bell said with a friendly grin.
While in the outhouse,
Billy managed to slip one of his hands out of his handcuffs.
"You fall in there Kid?" Bell laughed,
"You've been in there long enough."
"I'm coming out now Bell," Billy said opening the door.
"Sorry I took so long Bell. I must have ate something bad for sure."
Deputy Bell then escorted Billy back to the jail cell.
Once inside, Billy spun around and smacked hard Deputy James Bell.
Bell lost his balance, dropped his rifle and was momentarily stunned.
"Hands Up Bell!," the Kid yelled. In his hand was a gun.
Please, please don't do it Bell," Billy pleaded, but Bell tried to run.
The Kid had no choice but to do what had to be done.
He shot and killed Bell, then quickly got Ollinger's shotgun.
The Kid never found pleasure in killing,
but Ollinger would indeed be the exception.
Knowing that Ollinger heard the gunfire, Billy stood by the window
and waited for Ollinger to appear in the street down below.
One senior named Godfrey saw Bell fall dead down the stairs.
The moment probably gave Godfrey a few more gray hairs.
Ollinger ran out into the street as Godfrey screamed,
"The Kid's killed Bell!"
Ollinger looked up into both barrels of his own shotgun
and muttered, "..and now he's killed me as well."
"Hello Bob!," Billy called out with a song in his heart
just prior to blowing Bob Ollinger apart.
He blasted both barrels into Ollinger's chest and face.
Pieces of old Bob lay scattered all over the place.
Billy snapped his shotgun in two, threw it at him but missed.
"You'll never rifle me again," he screamed, "you son of a bitch!"
On the balcony he addressed the crowd whose jaws hung agape.
"I do not want to hurt anyone,
but I will kill anybody who tries to prevent my escape."
In the office he found a sledge hammer
and smashed the chains of his leg irons free.
He told Godfrey to fetch him a fast horse immediately.
As he walked down the stairs, he came upon Bell's lifeless body
and many eyewitnesses admit
that the Kid looked upon him and said somewhat tearfully,
"I'm sorry I killed you Bell, but couldn't help it."
As Billy mounted the horse
the chains of his leg irons startled the beast.
The horse bucked violently throwing Billy down onto the street.
He was at this point his most vulnerable laying down on the ground.
The crowd could have overtaken him easily,
but none made a move or a sound.
One might think that they were all too terrified to subdue him immediately,
but the truth is that he was so loved by so many
that they all just let him go free.
Once again Billy mounted the horse
and fled with the sound of his leg iron chains ringing.
Many claim that as he rode out of Lincoln County
that they heard the Kid singing.
Billy had escaped danger so many other times in his past,
but this was his greatest escape ever.
It would also be his last.
It was a few days after the Kid's great escape,
when the following happened to Sheriff Pat Garrett's dismay.
A stranger rode into the town of Lincoln,
with the same horse that the Kid stole for his escaping.
The stranger approached Garrett and said, 'Excuse me partner,
"Billy said that you would return this horse to its rightful owner."
.....just another example of the Kid's unique sense of humor.
Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I suppose you might have missed out on Paul Feyerabend's,
and especially Thomas Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurabiity.
Oh, not at all.
I have not looked at science or culture
or even your attempts at communication
quite the same since I ran across their big dilemma.
it shares some dynamics with The Prisoner's Dilemma,
in WinWin NonZero Game Theory,
but that is a reiterative mapping story for mutual acclimation
on some other, even more abstract, day.
it appears that a term used within some theoretical framework,
at earlier Point A,
take evolution, for example,
may or may not evolve some incommensurable
not entirely equivalent with, to, for, from
the same term as it appears in a subsequent
Point B post-revolutionary framework.
is what YHWH meant to Abraham
an equivalent theological function
to what Jesus of Nazareth meant by Abba?
what Darwin meant by symbiosis
may or may not be the same as what Jane A Gordon
might mean by symbiosis...
Not symbiosis, dear,
her word is 'creolization.'
Right of course;
relentlessly flowingly so.
Darwin's use of 'evolution'
to designate some regenerative function within a bio/ecosystem,
may or may not be the same as Gordon's function
of evolution within ecopolitically creolizing communication systems.
Terms may have revolutionarily incommensurable functions,
within evolving paradigms,
especially between PreRevolutionary Frames
and newer PostRevolutionary, still eisegetical,
yet multiculturally forming,
more inclusively bilaterally WinWin
extending family framework for co-empowering theories.
And so, my darling,
why is this your moment of epiphany?
Why are both bloodless and bloody violent cultural revolutions
necessarily precursors to an incommensurable multiculturing problem
rather than a revolutionary point of potential resolution
between a before and after,
yet still co-interdependently incarnating,
theoretical bilateral BothAnd frame extension?
Well, because then our empirically fundamentally exegetical orthodox truths
may look more like an ever-changing great chain of co-arising becoming framework,
more like a revolving-recycling, perhaps even spiraling,
regenerative string of interdependent events.
And, this is a nightmare for you because...?
What we have faith in as paradigmatic Truth
and the American Competitive Survival of Fittest Nations Way,
starts to look more like a creolizing archipelago,
extending up and down from the equator,
rather than God the Heavenly UnChanging Father
beaming His divine light from the District of Columbia's Sacred Hill
to spread freedom and healthy sunshine of true blue,
I mean...true redmeat democracy
across this multiculturing USA,
from the inscription on Liberty's Statue of Original Constitutional Intent
to the Cerebrally Pacific Centering Ocean,
like breathing in and out,
in and out...
if it's all the same to you,
I'll try to not get my panties in a notnot knot
over this Problem,
or Acclimation, of and for co-arising Incommensurability.
Why don't we just assume our trusting best,
and figure Kuhn's Incommensurability
is also Gordon's Creolization of enculturing ecopolitics.
just growing the extended evolutionary paradigms
out from genetics to wider memetic regenerate families.
Yes, here we are, page 163
She says "If unable to fashion genuinely universal theories,
creolization can help us to engage in universalizing thought..."
I think she might have more clearly said universalizing multicultural thought.
She's getting there.
Just hang on.
"...creolization can help us to engage in [multiculturing] thought
or that which facilitates seeking of concepts and aspirations..."
Meaning dynamic, maybe even organic, concepts
and nutritional-digestive deductive aspirations.
If you say so, dear.
...regenerative concepts and healthy aspirations
"with what Molefi Asante (1998) has termed
greater transcultural validity."
Well, yes, transcultural,
but especially transcultural between a pre-revolutionary frame
and a post-revolutionary,
more stretching-out inclusive,
bilaterally temporal-continuous frame,
if we assume both before and after politics
of mutual cooperativizing regard
rather than all that territorial and exegetical
"Either This or That"
and "Don't you dare Both-And me on this one"
that puts our graduate students to sleep at night.
And sometimes right after lunch too.
Yes, bilaterally continuous does seem implied,
and possibly in the Bohmian explicate/implicate sense, as well.
if you could please refrain from editing...
Of course, dear.
Whatever will get us on to Tillich's Problem of Supersessionism
Ok, we continue,
"Moving beyond dialogue of respectful difference,
which none of us should denigrate,
we instead explore [re]creating ways
in which otherwise [bilateral before-after] fragmented accounts
of shared [eco]political,
and geopolitical [co-operative systemic network] spaces
could and do [regeneratively] combine."
Yes, exactly, it's Kuhn's Problem of pre- and post-revolutionary incommensurability
of language meanings and empowerment functions
all over again.
Why Kayko Hesslein didn't use 'incommensurable'
instead of 'supersessionism' or, even better,
'creolization', I don't know
It sounds like super-secessionism, I suppose.
Anyway, with that substitution of terms,
Hesslein claim's Tillich's creolization theology
of messianic redemption
would, if truly fulfilled in the Christ event,
invalidate Judaism's capacity
to continuously deliver regenerative redemption
even just among the Chosen People.
What would Jesus say, do you think?
Probably to reconsider the creolizing lilies
in the well-composted bilateral fields,
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017