Archive for February, 2013
Eureka! I’ve finally figured out how to use my scanner! The image you see above was drawn by my own (drunken) hand! In case you can’t tell, it is two circles intersecting. I see this whenever I’ve had Irish coffee (coffee with Baileys Irish Cream added). And I find myself naturally drawing it in the air, with my hands, over and over again. I am certain of what it represents, for me. The space where the circles intersect is a vagina! I haven’t been inside a vagina since 2004–I’m too unlucky with women to whom I’m attracted (they’re all married, lesbian, or simply uninterested), and I’m too smart to call a call girl (I damned sure don’t need any STD). So my mind is simply telling me I
want need pussy!
Tags: american indian music, five hundred years, hindu music, middle-east
A short while back, I realized–after listening to CDs of Hindu music from India and Buddhist music from Tibet and Bhutan–that I only had one recording of Native American (American Indian) music in my collection. So I bought numerous CD’s of it. And I’ve been listening to this music–ancient music from my own continent.
There were millions of people here in the Americas before Columbus landed in what is now the Bahamas–millions. And up to ninety percent of these people were killed by Old-World diseases, such as smallpox and influenza, before the American Revolution–indeed before Jamestown and Plymouth Rock were established.
Most of the rest were either slaughtered, or absorbed through intermarriage.
In fairness, Columbus and the Europeans who followed him didn’t know they would kill most of the Native Americans by their very presence–through disease. Yet they didn’t care, either. The Europeans considered the deaths of the Native Americans to be the providence of God, this land to be their promised land–just as the Hebrews did, in slaughtering the Canaanites, the Moabites, and others who resided in what is now Palestine.
And beginning with Columbus, the Europeans–who came here willingly–brought understandably-unwilling Africans here, as slaves.
Then followed Asians–Chinese, Japanese, and others–seeking a better life.
Again, in fairness, had the roles been reversed–had the first humans evolved in the New World–they would have done the same thing to the natives of the Old World. Because humans are the same everywhere. But that doesn’t change what happened.
Now to the present. It’s been over five hundred years–half a millenium–since we Europeans, Africans, and Asians first arrived here in the Americas. Ideally, European Americans should return to Europe, African Americans should return to Africa, and Asian Americans should return to Asia. But it’s too late–those continents from which we came simply could not sustain us, not with a global population of over seven billion people.
So we have no choice but to get along. We don’t have to love each other, we don’t even have to like each other. But we have to get along. It’s that simple.
Wait, there are only 28 days in February this year! But this is my 29th drunken post. I’ve been drunk many more days, over my bizarre life–though only consecutively once. In late 1986, I drank alcohol three days in a row. It was during a two-week period I’ll never forget–one of the best times in my life. But the circumstances behind it were somewhat complicated, so I’ll go into detail some other time.
My oldest sister gave me a camera she was no longer using during the holidays. It’s a digital camera (I had expressed a desire to have a digital camera, though I mentioned nothing of my blog). And I plan to post some of my own photos on my blog–whenever I figure out how to use the camera!
My life has never been so overwhelming as now. I have more to do than I know what to do with. Just one damned thing after another. Nights like this are just short respites from reality–once I’ve slept-off the booze, my life is hell again.
One of my best therapists, Jim, was also one of the wisest and most practical. He once said that, despite my mental illness, I was the most sane person he knew. I remember once expressing this bizarre idea to him: So God made us, God puts up with our bullshit. But what’s in it for God? Maybe this. Since God is not human, and neither male nor female, God lives through us all simultaneously. God experiences human life through each of us. For example, when a man and woman are “in the throes of orgasm,” God gets to feel what it’s like for both the man and the woman in the same moment.
Jim said that’s deep. But it’s too deep for most people. He suggested I keep it to myself.
This is one thing I like about writing. You can’t say anything you want with impunity. But you can write anything you want with impunity. Because anything you write you can simply claim as fiction or fantasy.
I’m drunk, whenever I write a “drunken post”–yet I could be sober, for all you know.
Isn’t that cool?
Writing allows you to be anything you want to be, say anything you want to say, do anything you want to do–even if it’s against social or natural law. Through writing, I can
walk fly naked through the center of town, and no one, and nothing can stop me! I owe a great deal to the late Dr. Seuss–perhaps we all do.
Tags: books, christian origins, literature, m scott peck, mars and venus on a date, Robert Bly
It’s strange how alcohol makes me feel like writing. Honestly, I’ve written nothing but these posts since October. That month, I wrote a poem. At this time, I’m more interested in getting what I’ve already written published than writing anything new. What’s the point in writing if no one will ever read what you’ve written? This year, my writers’ group publishes its biennial literary review, and I plan to submit everything that it will possibly accept.
I’ve never written a novel–I’ve started several, but have always gotten involved in writing something else. There are two kinds of people in this world (theoretically): creators and maintainers. Creators constantly make new things, but have difficulty finishing what they’ve begun. Maintainers keep things going, but have difficulty starting new things. Without creators, society would stagnate. Without maintainers, society would deteriorate. We need both creators and maintainers.
Have you ever read any life-changing books–the kind that enlighten you to such an extent that your entire life changes? I have. None of them are novels–all are nonfiction. The first was See You at the Top, by Zig Ziglar. This book changed my life. Then I read Iron John: A Book about Men, by Robert Bly, and The Road Less Traveled, by M. Scott Peck. These books changed my life. Next, I read Jesus: A Life, by A.N. Wilson, and The Lost Gospel: The Book of ‘Q’ and Christian Origins, by Burton Mack. These books changed my life. And finally I read Men, Women and Relationships and Mars and Venus on a Date, by John Gray. And these books changed my life.
Speaking of books, I’ve never read any by Anne Rice–just seen the films, “Interview with the Vampire” (one of the best I’ve ever seen) and “Queen of the Damned” (one of the worst I’ve ever seen)–but I’ve always found the writer quite attractive.