Wednesday, July 1, 2015

SOON ENOUGH WE WILL MEET AGAIN, I'LL HAVE COFFEE YOU, AND YOU? RUM AND COKE



JOE YOUNG
And when you hear the drumming heartbeat of your mother earth, you know it is time to go, to let loose the bonds of this mortal place, move on, become dead to it and find the light that is truly life.

There will be sadness left behind, and tears with all the thoughts that remind them not able to make the journey with you just yet. We weep not for your death but for the life we now must have without you.

That drumming heartbeat is there calling to all them of your kin who moved on before you to ease you 'cross that void of separation, a repatriation into what we have come to call heaven but is truly the start of an infinite journey.

A trek not on streets of gold but of light, harmony, life. Amity among all beings learned away from this place of the knowing of misery and plenty. Listen to the heartbeat of your mother the earth of air, sun, and dust for she has beat her heart out for you.

Let her love for you carry you to the unknown freedom, put up no fight for in places of light strong white and pure there is no fear, no pain, no more troubles to grow you older, weary you. There is only wisdom in ages old love born from the mind of a kind gentle spirit.

Hear her heart beating lovingly welcoming you to knowing that knowledge in this place is little more than nothing, that what you let go of is quickly replaced with the mind of an infinite in peace never broken.

© M Durfee
7.1.2015


Joe was my children’s stepfather. For more than 30 years he was a better dad to them I ever could have been. He died at 0225 this morning, and he was my friend, I miss his presence in this place already.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

The News of Detroit



I am truly and quietly depressed,
if I had a gas oven,
I'd act like Sylvia Plath
and do myself in
without leaving much of a mess.

It really wouldn't much matter
if I went out clean or in a splatter.
This is after all Detroit
where everywhere and most everyone
is mentally raggedy and in tatters.

http://www.detroitnews.com/longform/news/special-reports/2015/06/25/foreclosures-tear-apart-detroit-street/29289533/

Saturday, June 20, 2015

RACE IN AMERICA A VIEW FROM THE TRENCH

To discuss race lets only go back to 1955 and move forward from there. The lost generation is not the current crop of so called "Millennials" but rather the entire "baby boomer" generation.
Dozens of lynchings, mostly of Black americans but some Whites as well.
Emmit Till
Medgar Evers
Malcolm X
James Chaney
Andrew Goodman
Michael Schwerner
JFK
MLK
RFK
Rodney King
Reginald Denny
So many more who were beaten and killed, who's names I do not know.

With the possible exception of Emmet Till (he never had the chance to reach his potential) most were the leaders of the Boomer generation. All in concert could have led us to the integrated America most of us want and deserve. Instead we murdered them all before they could fully teach their differing messages to the youth of the day. Each in death fostered more mistrust and hatreds. Each death another turning point in the American psych.

In 1954 Thurgood Marshall argued and won the Supreme Court case that in effect made our schools systems equal, the quality of our education the same for all of America's children but that too, when it came to practice, was denied for 20 years coming to a head during the bussing upheavals nationwide, or the using national guard troops to keep Black high school students from entering a white school. What the end result of Brown v Board of Education and similar rulings was self segregation; people isolating themselves by race. Detroit from 1955 forward is the perfect example of my point, though not the only one.

There is only one instance where integration has thoroughly and completely worked that I can think of and even that took a half decade to complete and that was when Truman ordered full racial integration of the Military, which now has (with some reservations over combat roles) worked it's way up to include gender integration. We had(ve) segrgated ideologies and communities in America but in the jungles of Vietnam (and every combat action forward) the issue wasn't the color of the man fighting alongside you but rather can we help keep each other alive? Returning troops had a different perspective on race than that which they had before being drafted or enlisting. The military is the only arena where a soldier gives up constitutional rights, replaced under the UCMJ.
Why is it only the military has found a way to full integration but no other facet of society?
The only answer I can think of is during the decade of assasinations those who were sucked up into the vacuums created were not up to the task of complete cultural integration at the most critical time in the modern era.

Preachers saw a void and ran to fill them, but they did not teach a path of inclusion for all but both White and Black preachers laid out the message of separatism. Politicians who moved in to fill the void started to sell themselves to the highest bidder, who did not want an integrated society because a divided society is easier to control and divert attention away from the economic fraud being perpatrated on both the black and white communities, though more so on the black communities.
As a result the boomer generation, the truly lost generation, had nothing but individual lack of experiential knowledge to pass on to the succeeding generations. Now we have a society that reveres inequality, not racial but financial, we no longer go to church to transform our spiritual being but rather we heap adoration on the gods of Rock & Roll, enlightenment is today knowing all the words to a rap song.

We should also not leave the media of the past 35 years out of the equation of our dysfuntion; for the messages were willingly passed to the mass of people through a willing ever consolidating media.
The 9 murders in South Carolina were not the singular actions of one lunatic, but like all mass murders in this country it was the result of American societies inability to integrate, communicate and tolerate our differences into a cohesive whole. The issue of the Dozeal woman was not so much a fraud perpetrated within the NAACP as it was society teaching us "by whatever means necessary" get ahead.

Our American dysfunction has no reset button, there is no way to send our culture back to some period that could be called default setting that would be acceptable. Many of the framers of the constitution, in their private correspondence recognized the future trouble the continuation of slavery would cause, but they too were gutless in addressing one of the most important issues of America and freedom, all men created equal (but not). I can excuse them somewhat in the context of their times but not us, in our times after near 300 years of experience with inequality, segregation, and hatred among Americans. A dislike no one is ever free of and an equality we are constantly wary of.
What is the way forward?

That is the beginning of the discussion in my opinion.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

TRUE TALES FROM LATE AT NIGHT




BE THE NOISE EVER SO HUMBLE $*@)% (48205)
Between the 0430 drunken screaming match
between two morbidly obese women
arguing about the last hit of gin,
the ever growing, shifting, creaking
mountain of bent ruined bicycle frames,
in good shape with pedals, chains and tires
when they were late night stolen,
the new age settlers squatting
on once  native mortgaged lands
living with no water, electricity or, gas
who tear out the studs in the wall for firewood,
the woman who sleeps with her Glock
who actually got a few rounds off
at the 5 gentlemen who only wanted
to pay her a cordial visit
through the windows
they broke out at 0315,
another house, beautiful, being stripped
of its 50 year old aluminum siding
by 0200 pry bars working at
what wasn’t money in the bank the day before,
while the 87 year old women inside
who tried to find out what caused the noise
lies between the bed and wall where she fell
as she prayed and waited 17 hours
before a dead friends son found her,
and a police force
that only travels
in the safest neighborhoods,
I find that my headphones late at night
sending me music from Pandora’s open box
is a humorous dichotomy,
and one very long run on sentence.

© M Durfee
6.16.2015
 

Monday, June 15, 2015

WE ARE MIRED IN THE SUBJECTIVE BUT KNOW THE OBJECTIVE




LET GO OF WHAT YOU THINK
More so than my breathing life
I want this war of truth
thought out to its end.
Nothing more than truth is prized
upon the fields of the mind.
The place that no eye
can rising from the mists
of internal conflict see,
nor ear hear the sound
of the whispers emanating
from the very soil of thought itself.
How far away from the daily places
of the mind do these wars rage
that define a course that be curse or cure
of conflicts born in the conscience of the spirit.
Hate, hate that which defines you
for there is ever so much more
than those known words.
You, you are found in the unspeakable
unknown indefinable wildernesses
of your spirits naked unspoken thought.
Find that long disregarded truth;
know that you are who you are because
you are the total of your being,
learned both in and away from this world.
When one understands that their being
is more than thought, flesh and bone
they transcend the troubles of this place
to live in the peaceful infinite found within.

© M Durfee
6.15.2015