Get up, stand up

Bob Marley says, Get up, stand up: 50 years of Jamaican music

Meanwhile, ‘don’t be a stranger to the danger that is kissing you‘ (with band), (or solo) advises Hawksley.

Cultural engineer Kurt Swinghammer performs the song cycleTurpentine Wind‘ about Tom Thomson on Canada Live on CBC. Later, listening to Vostok 6 and Black Eyed Sue. (More great song-writing below…)

Emay writes that tho a national energy strategy is possible, federal leadership missing, noting that ‘while B.C. Premier Christy Clark and Alberta Premier Alison Redford clash over Enbridge’s proposed risky pipeline and supertanker scheme to Kitimat, Harper is firmly on the side of one government–the one in Beijing.’ She wonders if we’ll have any sovereignty if we sell out to the Chinese.

David Suzuki notes that ‘Clark said she won’t sign on unless B.C. is guaranteed a bigger share of benefits from the proposed Enbridge Northern Gateway pipeline project. But all the money in China, Alberta, and Enbridge’s bank accounts won’t be enough to undo the damage from a major leak near one of the thousand waterways the dual pipeline would cross, or from a supertanker spill along the B.C. coast.’

Back in Ottawa, does it really matter what the provincial leaders decide? Emay writes that ‘to force such a thing [the construction of pipelines over provincial lands and to force ports to accept high risk supertankers] would tear at the heart of Confederation and do real damage to our sense of ourselves as a nation.  But that does not mean Stephen Harper won’t do it.  No previous Prime Minister was sufficiently reckless and ruthless as to shut down Parliament to avoid a confidence vote he knew he would lose.  The Prime Minister has promised Beijing this project will proceed.  He has declared that those who oppose the project are “radicals.”  ‘

Community and food–we gathered in the middle of the bean pavilion in LLP for MCG and TTH and talked and listened and ate.

Thought for the day (2012-07-07 brainfart)–by being true to yourself, you’re timeless, both ephemerally and eternally.

Douglas Adams knows the answer is 42.

Vanier writes that ‘the fundamental questions of humanity are always around love and hate, guilt and forgiveness, peace and war, truth and lies (or illusions), the meaning of life and death, and belief in God.’ I’m inclined to agree with Paul Simon, who sang that the fundamental answers are ‘unavailable to the mortal man’. Why bother with questing, then? Why so restless? Am I hard-wired to ask why, or is this just habit? Am I stuck with no answers? What’s the point? Is there one? Why can’t I accept this and move on? (Hmmph. More questions. Is the answer 42?) Maybe there’s nowhere to move on to. Maybe wherever you go, there you are.

Vanier says the poor have answers, for those willing to hear them: ‘The poor are always prophetic. As true prophets, they reveal God’s design. That is why we should take time to listen to them. And that means staying near them, because they speak quietly and infrequently; they are afraid to speak out, they lack confidence in themselves because they have been broken and oppressed. But if we listen to them, they will bring us back to the things that are essential.’

Maybe my cousin Briar has an answer. She is a high school student in Canada who left for Kenya for a few weeks, volunteering with ‘Me To We‘. Me To We seeks to transform ‘people into world changers, one action and experience at a time’ by providing better choices for a better world, such as ‘life-changing international volunteer trips that address issues of positive social change.’

Why is writing important? 1st, Self–Self-expression and the joy of discovery. 2nd, Community–People actually read some of this stuff; it’s more than ego-gratification (actually, I very rarely find out somebody’s been reading my blog [but when I do, it’s more a sense of responsibility], so my ego is very rarely gratified); it’s more like broadcasting, broadcasting both seeds and late nights on air–maybe somebody is out there, reaping, reading. 3rd, Self and community–This is my offering to you; my way of giving back; since I’m retired and can’t even garden or bird-watch, I do this. 4th, Legacy–Is cultural transmission of thought and feeling the latest step in evolution, evolution’s evolution, or is culture just a blip: here today, gone tomorrow? Only time will tell, but I don’t plan on being around to hear it. Unless, there’s an afterlife.

Still, think of Aristotle. Much of his writing is lost, and what survives is hardly representative. In another ten thousand years, or a million, what does it matter? It’s only been 20 years, and already I’ve lost my first novel. I know this blog right now is dependent on WordPress’s continuation, and that too will someday disappear, as all things must pass. ‘Maybe eternity is over-rated,’ said a glassblower-cum-printmaker friend of mine. Maybe all you need is love. Maybe Thornton Wilder was on to something when he wrote, ‘But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.’ Maybe it matters as much, maybe it matters more, that today, right now, I let my kids, my friends, even those I dislike (‘turn the other cheek’, ‘clean your slate’, ‘people who live in glass houses’, etc) know that I love them. In thought, word, and deed. in writing. Working on that.

Still, getting back to the first point: writing gives me a sense of purpose and meaning in a possibly purposeless, meaningless world. I don’t know if there is purpose and meaning in the exterior world, or if they are interior psychological states our brains concoct to make us feel better. As far as i’m concerned, the jury is still out. That’s why I stubbornly remain an agnostic. I’m not privy to answers. But god/dess is love seems a good bet.

Our Fearless Leader

  • Why is he a leader? Cuz he’s strongly opinionated and outspoken.
  • Why is he fearless? I dunno. Cuz the best defence is a good offence?
  • Why is he ours? Good question.

Who are Keaton Henson and Sarah Minor and what do skateboards have to do with this song?

Is this a folk song, even with Old Man Luedecke on banjo? Tell me what you think.

This’ll take you back to the killing floor, or instead of ‘back’ should I say ‘there’ since it’s still happening, somewhere… (back then the killing floor was in Vietnam; now it’s Iran/Iraq. Seems some folks think the best defence is a good offence; maybe it’s more courageous, more real to accept things as they are.)

Thank god/dess for Esperanza Spalding. Or Bach.

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