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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

BothYang and AlsoYin

It's hard to think in Either-Or Deductive,
while speaking and acting in Both-And Inductive.

For example,
If my Brother is kind and loving
(and he usually is),
and really not all that judgmental and condemning
with his wife and kids especially fond,
and the grandkids,
outrageously,
and if he understands himself
as a BornAgain EnvangelicalOrthodox Christian,
which also means an Economic and Politically Patriotic Conservative,
especially among rural MidWestern USA proletariat rootedness,
he might become concerned, on occasion,
with conserving the economy
of my Too-Heterodoxi-talkillogical,
and not HeteroSexual enough, (0)-Core OverSoul--
presumably nonexisting Holy Spirit/Body of Christ.

When we try to discuss his EitherWin Salvation
or Lose my Condemned Soul to Hell,
it becomes problematic.

When I respond that I share the generosity of his loving concern
about my future Hellish decomposition and timeless dissonance,
absence of ecosystemic-healthy identity through bicameral-consciousness,
and I am also concerned about our economic and political Hellish degenerative pathology right today,
anti-intelligent anti-ecology,
too-Yang LeftBrain Dominant enculturation for too long,
Too Patriarchal-Capitalist-Yes
but Matriarchal Cooperativist-No,
instead of BothAnd, obviously bilaterally self-regenerative!

The Hell of Body of WesternCapitalist Christic Holy YangInvasions-Yes!
but CoArising Body of Eastern nondualist Wisdom-Teleology--don't even speak of it...makes no sense...does not compute...too heady...not healthy-not regenerative empowering, 
using Either/Or Oppositional-Deductive Dominant WinLose Gaming Assumptions.

Yet the evidence of cooperative-regenerative evolution
is ecological-balancing--Yes (polypathic positive)
AND
the too-competitive-survivalist Win v Lose
degenerative devolving disinvestment--Huh?
cognitive/affective dissonance, head/heart-chakra distance, from: 
healthy Bayesian correlational trend relationships 
[P-Yang = N(NP-YinSquared=WinWin], 
+1/(-,-)EulerianBinary-BiNomial (0) Primal-Temporal EcoLogical CoRelationship 
of Light/DualDark Thermodynamic FullOctave-Double-Fractal Appositional DiPolar 
Tao-Nondual CoArising Yang/Yin (0)-EcoLogical GeoPolitical Balance.

Personally, and famiially,
and even NorthWestern extended EarthTribally,
I am part of our continuously rising and falling
of Western CalvinistChristian-RomanCatholic-MohammedIslamic-ConservativeJudaism Patriarchal Fundamentalist Colonizing, Missionizing,
Persuading and Terrorizing and Aggressively PoweringOvering AlienRadicalism.

My own development, and my Brother's,
suggest, sometimes unkindly nihilistic and ego-slavishly,
that we can have both our SoulConserving Strength
to EcoLogically Progress, as well, co-arisingly;
following polypathically exegetical 
bicameral-bilateral correlationally dipolar-structured,
economic and politically cooperative-integral-integrative
FlowPower 
(Grace, Karma) 
both + and (-,-) 
ecosystemic-normative-nutritional-nurturing Tipping Point 
ReGenerative/DeGenerative HealthWealth
EcoPolitical Balance
as well, and not so swell.

I seem to lose him somewhere
in these EgoYang dominant unraveling
and EarthConscious YinFlow reweavings,
surfing waves of Tao-Christian evolutionary history,
red out and blue in,
breathe out to breathe in,
grow YangPower to integrate YinFlow,
ChristianWest-TaoEast revolutionary history.

This emerging CoOperative WinWin Game Theory
of ReGenerative AND DeGenerative Everything
(0)-Soul Balancing EcoPolitics,
following cooperative ecological-synergetic golden rules,
carries too much densely cooperative multicultural,
not to mention polypathological, spin.

His EitherOr cognitive-affective bilateral dissonance
assumes I must be,
at best,
too polypathically eccentric,
unbalanced, I suppose...
not deductively-centered enough,
not really quite rational
or true
or, I don't know,
not really quite lined up just too left
and not right enough.

I miss the ocean
and the ebb and flow of gusty forested Spring forward
and Fall back.
They more fluidly speak my Red/Blue multi-octaving language
of time's spiraling empowerment and disempowerment,
light with dualdark,
nondual co-arising ecosystemic Time
our health and pathology Ego/Eco Selves.

My fundamentally nondual EitherOr Body of Patriarchal Christ
hears my RightBrain Elder call
for post-millennial EgoCompetitive Ebb
to regenerate
reweave health in EcoCooperative Climate Flow, 
discussing the right-fundamental and left-radical values 
of an enculturation
that has fed us nurturing love,
in both thought and feeling,
which, had we not, bothLeft AndRight, 
included that which has been true and good for all EarthTribe,
I could not have become who I am today,
including the parts I'm not so proud of.

And yet,
he also cannot know
in his deepest ecological bicamerality,
that I BOTH cherish his Body of Christ Tradition
AND the bilateral flow of history's organic integrity
from which Earth's ecosystems have regenerated positive Yang
and degenerated double-negative YinYin,
WinWin Eulerian-Fullerian-Bayesian Correlational CoOperative 
NonDual CoArising EcoPolitical Health Trends.

It's hard to think in EitherOr LeftBrain Dominant
when speaking and acting in BothAnd Co-Inductive Integrity
is so much more reweaving health 
and regenerative WinWin play.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Red and Blue Estrangered Families

Dear Siblings Three,

I was reading a story
in which some siblings became estranged
after their parents died,
while others moved toward greater solidarity.

This is a variation on a diaspora story.
But, here growing physical distance
is seen more as a geographic effect
than a political cause
of growing estrangement on one side,
and solidarity on the other.

Emigration out toward others of like faith systems
and re-immigration of siblings back toward each other,
circling our tribal wagons,
for now it is our turn
for that Great Transition
into mere grandparent mortality,
to go out toward this night better informed together
than estranged alone.

I thought of how true this is for me,
with my three siblings;
an older brother Mike 
and sister Connie
from whom I feel estranged,
and a younger sister Kerry
whose mind and heart,
spirit and nature,
have always been
and yet still become
as one.

If I used speed dial
on my smart phone,
Kerry would be first on my contacts list.
My husband would be a distant second.

By contrast,
if Mike or Connie ever called,
my screen would only show
Michigan or Texas
because I have never put them in my contacts list.

That is how I define estranged
as contrasted with
solidarity.

Why we are as we are
we have never discussed.
And I wonder if I will regret this
should any one of you fade back into MotherEarth
before I do.

I suppose this sibling divide
may have to do with competing faith systems
rather than exploring cooperative,
and mutually appreciative,
multiculturing faith systems.

But I have no idea whether Connie or Mike would agree
with this hypothesis of prime cause,
or might include this
in a larger bag of history and enculturation
I have not thought of,
or perhaps have not yet learned to see.

So,
when I was compiling a list of Republicans I know
well enough to ask who they voted for
in our most recent Presidential selection,
and how are we feeling now
about those choices,
two of the four people I could imagine asking,
and yet not without some fear and trepidation,
are my own estranged Mike and Connie.

This leaves me wondering
how we will grow healthier as Earth's
#1 consumer of fossil-based dwindling energy
and #1 producer of global climate pathologies, per capita,
if we don't even talk about this
as families estranged from each other's faith systems
yet sharing one national, 
and preferably civil, 
citizenship.

Faith systems, if they are about good faith,
should produce our own lives of growing integrity
and faith in healthy futures
for our children and grandchildren.

So it is, I am asking
Mike and Connie, but also Kerry,

Who did you vote for President last year,
or who would you have voted for,
in case you didn't bother?
And how are you thinking/feeling
about that preference now,
approaching one year later?

I'll start,
and invite each of you to respond in kind,
rather than writing in response to my story,
or to each other's.
We can get to compare and contrast later,
as a second stage in a national dialogue,
if we each survive this familial first.

I would have voted for Hillary
if I had found the new polling place
before it so rudely closed,
right after I finally wrestled Ivy into bed.

During both the Obama and Clinton administrations,
Hillary was the primary architect,
or at least one of just two or three,
of diverse attempts to actually pass what would ideally have become 
universal health care legislation
through a typically constipated bicameral Congress.

It also seemed to me that she extends her economic 
and political investments
in health care giving
and receiving
to environmental health care giving
and receiving
issues,
concerns,
and ecological opportunities
to explore WinWin bicameral solutions
for both Republican conservators
in defense of humane physical,
and mental,
and spiritual health;
and Democratic libertines of equal health and thrival opportunities
of and for all species.

I erroneously thought the Republican candidate
was unlikely to win
because he ran against all of the above,
so at least the large majority of women voters,
traditionally strong on family and community health care issues,
would find Donald to be anathema,
both ecologically
and sacredly.

So, how I am feeling now,
as a Blue Connecticut State resident,
is angry,
and terrified
that what was Presidential campaign promised
continues to be my nightmares of cosmological disaster and threat,
and therefore compelled to do everything I can
to facilitate all of us
learning as much from this economic and ecological and political mistake
as possible,
as quickly as possible,
seeking 2020 critical certainty
before 2020 reaches its ultimate November selection.

We are a two BlueState,
two RedState family,
although Michigan is more ambiguous,
I doubt Mike's Michigan Republican experience
is peculiarly ambiguous.

If we can talk about this
in a mutually appreciative way,
with gratitude for this opportunity
which can only last through all four lifelines,
perhaps we can help set a more harmonic bicameral tone
for and with our other increasingly estranged States,
and families.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Hope for Respect

My thought for this day,
although still early,
is respect for hope.

Respect for our interdependence
and respect for our challenging differences,
important, yet hopefully not as powerful
as our interdependent love for healthy life.

Yesterday
I noticed a brown cardboard box
in the corner of a reception area
for our Infectious Disease Clinic
with a black marker sign above
"Books--Free to Give and Take"

There were only two books to take,
hard to estimate how many might be given.
Both of these current residents of the box,
waiting for their next conversational partners,
were written by a Senator Barack Obama.

One,
a biographical heritage journey
about living between society's generous giving
and sometimes breathtaking taking
and stomping on differences
within primarily interdependent identities.

The title of the Senator's other book,
"The Audacity of Hope" grabbed me
in part because,
by the time it was published,
the author was also a candidate
for the US Presidency,
and in part because of the way we are now living
in response to an AntiAudacious Hope Administration
reading from a script
to incarnate the reverse side,
"The Mendacity of Hopelessness"
of despair,
of nihilism,
of fake-piety,
of false nationalistic AntiEarth hubris

Marketed in red, white, and blue gift wrap
as [AntiMatriotic] Patriotism,
with sales remaining somewhat more pathological in Red States
than Blue and Green, maybe Turquoise,
or AquaMarine,
but defined as not-Red
as Red is confined to not
"The Global Audacity of CreativeHope."

Susan Belden
lyrically asks
How do you love those who hate you?

We see some response in teachings of Jesus;
to turn the other cheek,
to walk a second enslaved by force mile,
to turn rifle associations into farming and gardening tools for good,
although this last one was a remix from Old Testament Prophets.
Tools for respecting interdependence
but also multicultural differences
still in creolizing process.

It is easy to hate Donald Trump,
or to see him as the Emperor without AudaciousClothes
of Grace
for Healthy Faith
as his unfortunate choice and lot in life.
Even easier
to go back and forth between these two,
blaming and shaming.

It is harder to hate those who voted for him.
Although I have an obsessively troubling place in my dissonant heart
and mind
for those who profess to be evangelists for a God of Love and Peace
but also profess their eager willingness to vote yet again 
for The Nakedly Sexist and Supremacist Apprentice.

Like the Body of Christ
continuing to empower the Head Pharisee.

How do you respect those
who build their futures
on disrespecting you
and yours
and your healthy futures?

How do you play Win-Win
with those who persist in the delusion
our only RealTime life option
is Win-Lose or Lose-Lose?

I suspect it is this Lose-Lose non-option
that disrespects our mutual economic
and political
and personal
and vulnerable fears,
our lie-group
proving what Win-Win would invite toward respect.

It is in witnessing what happens
when we take this risk of turning
our appositional faces
that we can invite
mutual respect
for the audacity of Win-Win non-violent healing.

It is when we walk this double-binding extra walk
with those who disrespect integrity and hope
and faith
and multiculturing love,
that we are more likely to discover
our own lack of strength
to remain vulnerable to shared evils
of ego-centrism
and anthro-centrism
lurking within our own hearts and minds

And bad faith harboring mendacity
and apathy about past violent colonization,
where empathy
and creolizing curiosity
and respect 
could invite interdependent hope.

My audacity of hope
lies in faith
we always have a political and personal option
that is a Win both for our ego's economic future
and for our Earth's ecological future.
That this is true for healthcare giving
and receiving accessible to all Earth's residents
and constituents,
whether voters or not even enfranchised,
whether we could even bear to hear their votes for respect
and not for disrespect,
or not.

Restoring Win-Win life options always optimizes peace outcomes,
audacious hope outcomes,
mutual respect for our inductive interdependence first,
and our deductive differences secondarily,
and contingently
compromising suboptimal democratic intent
settling for short-term Win-Lose outcomes,
leaving less room for love of complex internal multicultural rights
than hate for external monoculturing  chaotic wrongs.

Infectious Disease Clinics
are good places for more Audacious Hope
and democratic multiculturing Love.
But so would any classroom,
so would the Parent rack
of any bookstore--
required reading for any healthcare legislator,
any ecopolitical policy maker,
any person wanting to grow hope
as respect first for our living interdependence,
second for loyal and gratefully shared differences
feeding further curiosity
and deeper empathy
and stretching faith in respect
across extending nature-spirit families
sharing this one global sacred Habitat

Concelebrating many liturgically evolving flags
all blowing in our shared
audacious winds of hope.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Watching isms

There is a world of difference
between schism and jism,
but they both end up the same.

Just as patriarchal Roman Catholicism
overpowers living and breathing Christianity,
so too does Capitalism
overpower cooperative capital co-investment,
so too does autocratic rationalism
overpower syncretic enculturing con-scientivity,
so too does stale exegetical Traditionalism
corrupt fresh noticing hope
for co-redemptive learning-teaching cooperativity.

We might imagine
our Original Democratic Constitutional Intent
in developing swampy soils
now reincarnated as Washington, D.C.
was to reconstruct what Martin Luther King, Jr.
saw as a staircase rooted in Eden
before The Great Dualistic Competitive Fall
emerging upward and outward
toward a contemporary multiculturally bountiful
Beloved Community.

Washington seems to have fallen short,
perhaps toxically beheaded by civil wars
about civil rights,
collective anger management
where Beloved Eden Community hope
notices prospects for faith 
within regenerative love optimization,
civil resonance maturing responsive rights
toward still emerging cooperative economic and political co-owned
authorities of Earth
and Her bountifully democratic multiculturing nation-states.

David Holmgren
encourages us,
Republicans and Democrats,
Libertarians and Climate-Healthy Greens,
to notice freedom's Beloved Community potential
increasingly constrained by "adverse effects of over-consumption
and over-development".
And combining thoughts of Julian Jaynes
and Edward De Bono
and Buckminster Fuller,
and countless others,
we add further generic cautions
concerning over-LeftBrain Either/Or competitive disculturation
through monopolistically deductive-reductive Win/Lose
evolutionary/devolutionary dualistic dominance.

Washington's ecopolitical swampland 
sinks through too-competitively investing
in war mongering rather than peace management,
in pathology remediation rather than proactive health care,
in pollution control rather than regenerative democratic co-ownership
of toxic waste and nutritional health streams,
in crime control rather than cooperative co-redemptive co-investment,
in anti-ecological anthrocentric enculturation
rather than regenerative mutual mentoring
education as if multiculturing loves and deaths matter,
in litigation rather than mindful integration
of ego-norms with cooperative economics,
in suboptimizing disservices and dissonance
rather than optimizing health and nutrition consilient services.

Taoism, like Islamic Judeo-Christianity,
and unlike supremacist Chosen Patriarch Catholicism,
and like PermaCulture Design,
is bicamerally nondual rooted
in LeftBrain faith,
as co-empathic ecopolitical trust,
and in ElderMatriarchal RightBrain hope,
which PermaCulture Designers evolve toward Beloved Community PolyCulturing Promise
with simple, contenting, positive bilateral noticing,
nurturing trust in healthy belief
as contrasted against a more Washingtonian negative nihilism.

For the Taoist ecopolitical designer,
as for the Abraham through Mohammed social cooperativist,
faith is co-empathic ecopolitical trust.
What Buddhists notice as Basic Original Intent.
Yet, because of mindbody nondualism,
disembodied faith, not Beloved Community incarnate,
is a dream,
maya.
Faith intrinsically requires positive cooperative action,
co-investment,
co-redemptive eco-messianic co-mentoring.

To have faith in our capacity
to grow Beloved Communities
is to trust in co-redemption,
co-messianic, if you Western prefer,
as one's nondual egoLeft/ecoRight regenerative becoming.

To grow Beloved Community faith
is to foster cooperatively emergent trust.
To ecopolitically entrust representatives
is fertile-rooted in finding those with cooperative co-mentoring,
co-piloting responsibility/authority ownership optimization skills
and focus of self-with-other bicameral balance,
ego-as-also-eco love optimization,
not monoculturing anger control,
tolerating mutually competitive immunities,
not cultivating further active distrust
rooted in reductive
dualistic absence 
of co-redemptive trust.

"Faith is taking the first step
even when you don't see the whole staircase
[toward Beloved Community]."
says Martin Luther King, Jr.
To which bilateral Yang-Yin nondual Taoists
of cooperative Left deductive belief
emerging from Right inductive trust
respond with a contenting "Amen",
AND cooperative ecopolitical faith
noticing regenerative hope of Earth's nature-spirit
blossoms along each and all faith co-redeeming steps
producing and consuming balance,
healthy active cooperativist democracies of co-empathic trust,
Beloved Communities of joy and peace,
love as and of and for contentment
within sufficiency
necessarily conjoining 
this shared MotherEarth's regenerate Beloved Communities,
even in benighted Districts
of Overly-Competitive Columbia.

There is a world of differences
but these all pedagogically end up
the eco-logosism same.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Kellyanne's Fake Constitutional Rock

"The Second Amendment is a bedrock principle of our Constitution..."
                                                                     Kellyanne Conway

Dear Kellyanne,

Thanks so much for standing in
for the apparently unavailable 
and dull, predictable Constitutional lawyers,
and the U.S. historians,
and also the legal philosophers
of social justice and moral ethics
with your own fresh minority opinion
of one NRA wanna-be lobbyist.

Before I saw your latest entry
in the OutRageous JunkNews competition,
which has become more hotly contested 
as of post-Trumpian patriotic late,
I had actually,
you know,
read, once or twice, what the Constitution itself
has to say
about what are its own bedrock principles.

Here are our bottom-line goals
as stated in the Preamble itself:

1. "to form a more perfect Union"
which would probably leave out most forms of investment in domestically competing violence,
fear-mongering,
and even anti-feminist anger-mongering.

2. "justice"
which does not seem to be later defined as
private and public sector arms racing
to see who can first acquire the most
or biggest
or fattest
or fastest
or longest ballistic toys.

3. "Tranquility"
with a capital T
not a capitol Trump Business As Competitively Usual
as you might spell that word,
a synonym, here, for Peace,
with a capital and capitol P,
for Please could you get over your unprincipled verbal garbage
for just one contemplative retreat,
it would do you,
and possibly those around you,
so much ecotherapeutic good.

4. "common defence"
Not spelled UnCommon Offense
amongst our otherwise Unioning selves,
so specifically,
explicitly,
clearly,
transparently excluding domestic rights to bear ballistic arms,
not even talking about knives,
or sling shots,
or those really big rubber bands
that my brother used to snap me with
on the back of my own patriotically stiff Republican redneck.

Which is why we had to have a Second Amendment
because the bedrock principles of the Constitution
explicitly exclude
what we had to include
in the Second Amendment,
because, unlike the First Amendment,
which actually is, arguably, redundant with remaining bedrock principles,
the Second Amendment most extravagantly and democratically and transparently clearly is NOT also intending to necessarily:
"promote general Welfare"
"Liberty" to the signers and us, and our "Posterity" kids too
which are the real original health care giving and receiving framework,
or bedrock,
for the standard democratic justice terminology of that time,
as well as our own post-millennial time
and mental space
and nation growing regenerative place,
and not so much over-investment in degenerative ballistics.

So,
if by "bedrock principle"
you mean seminal values
of the Signers' Historically Manifest Intent,
on one side of recorded history
you have the Preamble
then the Body of the Constitution
then the First Amendment.

Then you have the
"Oops, British rights of citizens to own self-defensive armaments
within unspecified borders,
which,
by the way,
did not necessarily include the right to bear arms across state lines,
or even county lines,
or even outside one's own village,
or even outside one's own home,
but, regardless,
is hopelessly outweighed in the competition for
"Most Bedrocked Constitutional Principle 
for Preserving this More Perfect Domestic Union"
by most anything on the Preambling list above.

Which,
actually, I think is good news for you.
Because if the right to shoot at each other
were a bedrock principle
rather than the responsibility to play nice,
and talk non-violently correctly as compassionately,
and cooperate with as much good-humor as bicamerally possible,
then your own enfranchised health,
happiness,
and matriotic prosperity
would be in some serious LeftBrain-RightWing fascist shit,
counter-historically speaking.

By the way,
did you happen to notice
the Constitution's summary remarks?
just before the last Article on Ratification,
"...no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States."

What is not defined is the difference,
if any,
between a religion
and idol or icon worship.

When I read bedrock justice and peace principles,
and think about them,
and grow passion about them
as explicitly documented Constitutional original historical intent,
and then I read your statement
that the Second Amendment
isn't really an amendment at all,
it's more of a gun-toting religious faith
in Up Yours! Better Government Through Ballistics!
it makes me have second thoughts about how far we can reasonably stretch the First Amendment,
to protect non-violent and co-responsible and informed speech
to also cover
religious allegiance to violence
and irresponsible blabber.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

UnWoven Memories

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the panties,
but the panties had full nutritional care-giving and -receiving reign,
Monday through Friday,
9 to 5,
and what the boxers missed,
well,
that's the competitive market price of non-panties.

My maternal grandparents were farmer and wife
with three daughters.
These daughters, as adults,
lived, and two died,
within a five to fifteen minute drive from each other,
an easy spring through fall bike ride for pre-teen cousins,
ten of us in all,
four all-American girls,
five made in USA boys,
and the fifth-born,
well,
we never were entirely persuaded
one way or the other.

During the spring
each of the three sisters planted her garden,
large enough to produce tiers of canned corn,
rows of string beans,
pickled beets,
sauerkraut,
stewed tomatoes,
applesauce
and peaches and pears
self-picked in teams of two or three adult sisters
and their attendant underlings
infesting local orchards.

It was at canning time
our matriarchal cooperative came into its own.
And the making of preserves,
jams and jellies,
cherry and strawberry, 
raspberry and blueberry.

I recall bushel baskets of sweetcorn
waiting to be husked
and cooked
and cut off the cooled cobs;
huge harvesting pans
of peas waiting to be snapped open
then pulled out with our left thumbs,
except for my oldest sister,
princess Elder of all matriarchal cousins,
who is left-hand dominant.

Rows of tomatoes
lined up on our enclosed front porch
to finish sun-ripening on yellowed newspapers
spread thin across the grey painted cement floor
leaving only a center aisle
to walk in from outside
toward the sacred altar of our mass producing kitchen stove,
all four burners sacrificing red hot electricity.

The porch floor would fill
with alternating waves of peaches and pears
creeping toward their ripest time
while we pitted mahogany sweet cherries
for freezing
and florescent red cherries
tart,
to drench in sugar
and smack our mouths with amazing jam.

So, there I was
the fifth-born ambiguity of ten cousins
living literally in the midst of a traditional
MidWestern
extended family
matriarchal cooperative,
Monday through Friday
during summer vacations,
with some elements of patriarchal sharing
among my mother's dad
and the three son-in-laws
on weekends,
sometimes even hot haymaking weeknights,
sharing combines and bailers and harvesting wagons,
forming hay bailing teams,
drivers and stackers,
unstackers and hay mount restackers,
and cookers of meals for the field workers,
washers of well-worn dishes.

All this economic nutritional production
was further enriched
by shared sister and cousin lunches
and laughter
and lavish suppers
with sweetcorn on buttered and salted cobs,
sliced beefsteak tomatoes,
potato salads
and strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert,
a la vanilla-only mode
for those who preferred creamy
with their just desserts
during summer's cooperative harvest.

Good food,
but also hot rhapsodies of laughter
spreading echoes across the evening barn
to share with dairy cows
and satiated pigs
cooling in their cooperative mud
beside the algae-blooming pond.

This cooperative worked and played across all four sites,
grandparents
and all three sisters
and my usually convivial cousins.
We peaked in summer
and dwindled down in winter
to monthly Sunday dinners
extending on through sleepy afternoons
of Sabbath rest,
and maybe sledding,
to end in nocturnal benedictions
back at church,
to close these sacred rituals
where we began
all of Sunday morning,
10 a.m. Sunday School
through noonish,
often over-heated
over-extended admonishments
against greed and lechery,
dancing and provocative entertainments
in movie theaters
and pool halls,
and don't even think about the bars
and devil-liquor stores.

In retrospect,
I doubt these Sabbath admonishments
against competing with extended family health
were as influential
as was our cooperative structure,
our mutual enjoyment of nutritional outcomes
but also the harvesting process
together.

Our matriarchal cooperative,
for the generation it lasted,
was 100% proof against unhealthy family disruptions.

But,
that was then,
and this is now,
spread out and dissipated,
finding our new ways
toward extending families
of matriarchal and patriarchal cooperatives.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Yang Stresses Out

Yang dear,
could you please give us a brief LeftBrain summary
of relationships you find between
the language of Zero-Sum Sacred Ecology
and the double-bind information 
PolyPathic = Not(NotPolyCultural)?

Sure,
just imagine your LeftDominant hemisphere
as your Western Colonizing hemisphere
yet not quite totally tyrannically and terrorizingly against
Eastern Creolizing Sacred Nondual RightSuppressed hemispheres.

These two hemispheres, working cooperatively together,
are mutually polypathic
polycultural
polynomial
YinYin BiLateral (0)Soul Secular/Sacred Ecology.

Thank you Yang.
Now, I know you don't like to show your dark side
because I find it alarming.
And, please remember this is a family show.
So watch your language.
But, could you give us just a taste
of how you understand the anti-sacralization of Earth's climates
and landscapes,
interior and exterior?

Let's see.
OK!
Listen up patriarchal fascists!
And anti-MotherEarth egocentric fake-patriots
and AntiChrist fake-Christians:
Way too much!!! Thank you for please stopping
with the AnthroCentric Trumpisms?

Please stop with the anti-cooperative ownership
as if cooperatives were an economic weakness
compared to Win/Lose capitalistic presumptions.
Stop already with the anti-democratic monocultural political supremacy
of anti-patriotic RightWing Republican jingoism,
as if that were some Made in USA brand
of healthy yet exclusively Christian evangelism,
substituting badnews retributive law and order justice
for Creator God's and Allah's restorative justice and peace
and grace
and love of gift economies as multiculturing ecopolitics
and globally nutritional synergy.

You are way too fascist right of what could possibly pass for sacredly right,
especially for those already at greatest climate risk of failure,
like your own self-condemning grandkids,
who will look back at you and remember,
and not fondly,
when you voted:
"Sacred Ecology of Earth? Go F*** Yourself!!!!!!"
"And your unredeemed alien kids!!!!!!"

Yang, please try to bring it down just a notch.
This interview isn't for the NRA,
it's for the Sunday School future of yet-innocent EarthTribe.

I'm so tired of lording it over you, Yin.
What happened to the good old Golden Rule days
of multicultural YangLeft with YinYin Sacred Right,
my (0)Sum Gaian Goddess,
Mystic Sorceress
of Golden Elixir invitations into grace?

Yes, well, back when Time first noticed Space,
that was a little over DeductiveYang's top and under your bottom-line,
I fear.

Don't get me started
about who got me started
about going over and over revolving Time's spiraling top,
and fear of never enough grace,
and LoseLose monoculturing mere mortal sociopaths!

Anything else?

Well,
not that anyone else has thought to ask,
but if I could nominate a 2020 President,
I would look for someone who conjoins
BlackLives Matter
with TreeLivesMatter
as Sacred Ecology of EcoPolitics
as currently taught and cooperatively mentored
by Economic Ecologist Van Jones,
or some other Restorative Justice and Peace Advocate,
preferably with at least a smattering of actual experience
with EcoTherapeutic Cooperative Design,
at least within her/his family,
and in the neighborhood would be exceptional,
and throughout an entire town would be awesome,
and a cooperative bioregion would be unprecedented national wisdom.

That was quite a lot more.
Any last words?

Yeah.
Make it a Golden Rule Health and SafetyCare Amendment
that the forests and oceans,
lakes and rivers
get at least a veto vote
against any public sector candidates
not able to support both domestic
and global investments in health conservancy
for long-term and short-term polycultural 
external and internal WinWin
Sacred Ecological Outcomes.

You know,
I think it's time
to put you back in your more positive light lantern now.

Too much retributively vitriolic light?

Yes,
still a bit over-produced.

See you again tomorrow morning?

Wouldn't miss your giving voice to Sacred Ecology
presented by both secular tragic Left
and sacred comedic Right.

Yin,
Depressing In

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Original Intents and Purposes

Original New Yorker Intents and Purposes

So who did you expect
to actually elect,
Vandana Shiva?

from Uniting Constitutions of MotherTrees

Tribes and groves
grow forests together
forming more therapeutically perfect Unions
of unity yin-flowing integrity,
not quite so much uniformity
of Yang's violating offensive strengths
for deductively commodifying
financial quantities of economic justice
as real estates for all,
yet blind to yin's qualities
of restorative
ecotherapeutic mercy for our best-intending selves
living here together
as one MotherTree
reconstituting Tribes
for regenerative
Golden Natural Rule
outcomes.

Natural rules
are also sacred therapies
with collateral intent
toward investing in general Welfare
of We the People
on our one Planet
with our Plants
for mutual loving predation of Yang
and matriarchal-yin beloved prey
victims
our shamed and blamed criminalizations
and marginalizations,
boundary issues of being in wrong places
with non-therapeutic intent
during bad Apple times,
when this most perfect EarthTribe Welfare
encounters climates of pathological risk.

Those who become citizens
of UnitingStated democracy
are born residents of Earth's MotherTree CoOperative
committed to uphold this uniting general and more perfect Welfare
of individuals within ecotherapeutic families,
of families within EarthTribe Constituted First Native Nations,
for this Nation of and for democratic health care
giving therapeutically forward
toward future EarthTribe ReGenerations
and health care receiving restoring justice backward
since (0)-Soul 
WinWin Space with Time
began our shared Welfare dream
of restorative ego/eco-therapeutic justice,
mutual mercies of noticing
who is upholding our more perfect healthcare Welfare,
and who is more like holding it up
like NRA evangelizers
standing fascist and allegedly saluting
flagpoles of fake plutocratic patriotism
and fake news of competition's superiority for marketing purposes
and fake therapeutic constitutional intent.

Summary of Amendments
regarding self-impeaching anti-patriotic free speech
and behaviors
and grab and assault word choices toward further violence:

If the proposed public sector administrator
cannot run on a therapeutic record of cooperative ownership
and democratically evolving development
committed to clear health care giving and ecotherapeutic receiving

And if
instead defines our proposed future public administration
as against Whatever health care and receiving laws
and restorative justice rules
currently in ego- and eco-therapeutic place,
as being mostly against the Opposition's Whatever here
as against the Opposition's Whatever there,
without capacity to say or behave
as one might expect of a mature healthy ecotherapist
familiar with restorative justice
as therapeutically active hope
for our more perfect generic Welfare
as families
and communities
and as a nation
within a community of nations,

Then,
please,
with future 2020 perfect revisioning opportunities
just around our three year corner,
let us look very much
in exactly the opposite
optimal yin-flowing yang dipolar strengthening direction 
for optimizing positive and therapeutic restorations
of health care,
thanksgiving as grace-receiving.

We're all on a more perfectly uniting EarthTribe
revolutionary resurrection
of reforesting Paradise direction,
but probably best not to put the white guy with the Presidential erection
right there in the fake news director chair,
or twittering toilet
for that matter.

Notes:
Talk about the shame of Rome
burning while Caesar played with his 
fiddle!
What about the blame of playing Trump
to inflame the entire planet
while playing with his 
twitter messages?
Who let that happen?

It wasn't the Council of MotherTrees,
I can tell you that for sure.
We have not yet been re-enfranchised,
given free-and-equal voice.

I think he learned his leadership skills
from New York's taxi drivers.
But don't blame them,
this was certainly not their original intent.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Summer of '67

My canopy of early summer sounds
in 1967
was as intimate as adolescent knowledge
might ever become.

My sixteenth summer
sweetly smiled with driver's permit,
my first job,
economic promise while the Beach Boys
and the Beatles sang a rainbow
of boy band diversity,
sang stories of straight white male revolutions,
evolutions of June firefly evenings
resounding bullfrog and cricket background vocals
on our family farm,
where good Christian Republicans
longed for good old Eisenhower years
when Father was wise
and always knew best,
and Vietnam was no more than an acrid draft
of wasted social
financial
political
environmental
nutritional capital,
not yet fully present.

This summer of 1967
was when I knew both anguish of embodied defeat,
hopelessly homosexual,
and yet poignancy of emerging mystical wonder
about what this could mean
fifty years from now.

I could not help fantasizing
how Paul and Art
might not only sing,
but dance, in poignant harmonies.

And,
as much as I laughed and loved and longed
to hear Stevie Wonder wondering
and Otis Redding wanting,
Marvin Gaye worshiping,
I so wished they could sound even better
with me.

Joni Mitchell
and Joan Baez
and Judy Collins,
like John Lennon,
were compelled to write and speak and sing
songs of love as freedom
growing transcendent 
yet deeply fertile 
Aquarian promise.

A promise bombed out
by uncivil wars
bound by fear of egocentered failure.
Fear our parents,
and half of my junior year classmates,
found compelling enough to throw away dollars
to build and buy
and transport
and explode bombs and bullets and boys,
nearly oblivious to hundreds of thousands of innocent men
and mothers
and children wiped out
by a mere strategic choice
to cover partisan ass
as the biggest baddest bully
on Earth's shrinking block.

I didn't blame him,
but when I called James Taylor
to rescue the Johnson and Nixon White Houses,
he did not come,
as promised,
to rescue me,
to remind us about our friend and family connections
across cosmic time
and Earth's regenerate space.
A great ballad was just not enough.

In June of '67
I was singing both "I Believe"
and "Love is Blue"
with equally honest passion
and thriving off a translucent vulnerable cover song
between these two impossibly incommensurable positions,
surrounded by straight evangelical predators,
sniffing for pinko faggot weakness.

I was so guilty
yet so in love with rightness
and ripeness
of my generation's possibilities
for revolutionary integrity,
drawing together economic health
with political wealth
in some new golden ruling age
of relentlessly cooperative incorporation
and association
and ownership
and self-governance.

In this early summer of 1967
Martin and Bobby still walked with us
and one still dreamed he might see
someone who looked and thought and felt like him
as President one day
and the other I dreamed would become President
while I was still a high school junior.

So much devastation and disappointment followed.
It took at least a decade
and hundreds of thousands of human lives
treated like conscripted fodder
for nationalistic hubris of false pride
to arrive at the very treaty
our Vietnamese opponents had originally demanded.
And long before anyone from the U.S.
had been drafted and killed
for this offensive cause
of nationalistic non-defense.

Other health care and defense abuses
and losses
followed.
Neglect of women's health.
Pedagogical loss of children's deep ecological listening opportunities
to nondually co-arise with Earth's polyphonic voices,
resources of multiculturing nutrition.

Yet I have these summer of '67 memories
when,
for one diastatic season,
my revolutionary age on planet Earth
stood between despair of guilt
for what and whom I could never become
and celebrating hope for joy
of what we might yet reweave
timelessly singing and dancing
chanting and drumming
revolutioning and evolutioning together.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Alternative Facts with Feelings

I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love
I guess it wasn't so
Guess that's how the story goes
You didn't dig my flow
You didn't dig my flow
         Maxwell, Welcome, Urban Hang Suite

I heard it was true,
though anonymous sources rightfully become suspect,
that Central Americans
increasingly feel that the U.S.
is a long punishing and hostile wilderness journey
on their way to more Promising Lands of Canada.

I heard it is true,
Americans, as a nearly whole,
WayNorth and South and InBetween,
enjoy better access to health and safety,
especially for those without even a one-car garage,
more wealth of nutritional freedoms
and justices of equivalent creolization exchange,
than they, at least some, often younger,
would hope to find in these devolving DisUniting States,
investing in mutual LoseLose Assured Destruction
and disinvesting away from 
Mutual WinWin Health-Wealth Delivery Optimization.

I heard it was true,
that if all the U.S. homeless and hungry and not feeling quite so swell
were to occupy and cooperatively take over
all the U.S. owned and administered and share-holder molested operations
in Mexico,
to convert all those farms and fossil-fueled energetic businesses
to cooperative ownership and health-wealth optimal governance,
that Mexico would have an immigration solution,
and the U.S. would have a lack-of-immigration problem.

I heard it was true,
though it seems unlikely, I know,
that mid-eastern terrorists
are second generation supremacist fundamentalists,
and their militarized and terrified parents
were first generation oil-revolution fundamentalists,
believing Allah may have brought deserts and drought
and internecine feeding upon each tribal other,
but Allah has redeemed all with His gift
of seemingly boundless, in that pre-millennial time, oil-drenched riches,
fundamentally divine WinLose stuff
of competitive survivalist human unnatural life
verses the losing remainder of natural life.

I heard it was true
that if all those experienced with reversing desertification,
all Earth's permaculture designers and ecotherapists 
and cooperative incarnation incubators and midwives,
were to conjoin all the desperate young mid-eastern adults
to reverse their pathological climate trends
from producing deserts and drought, and mayhem,
to reproducing plants and people 
producing and consuming fields of grass and grains
and slow-flowing rivers,
cedar forests
and fertile food from healthier soils
devoid of ballistic landmines,
and planting solar panels and spiraling towers and wind turbines
shading and capturing vast sun's radiant perfections,
then nightmares of terror
could become daydreams of planting
and fulfilling multicultural harvests.

I heard it was true,
but whether yes or no
I could not honestly say,
that if U.S. residents
were more mindful of what riches and potentials other nations
and cultures already have to share,
of how climate pathologies cry out for climate health,
and if we disinvested from fear-mongered anxiety,
verging on paranoia,
about what other nations and cultures would deprive us of,
for lack of their own potential riches,
then this U.S. terrorist and immigration problem,
and perhaps European issues of similar WinLose ilk,
might become Earth's creolizing cooperative ownership,
and Self-with-Other management, unmitigated resolution,
producing more multiculturally optimal health-wealth solutions
for all Earth's multi-polyculturing Tribes.

"I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love..."


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

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