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The Ultimate Goal of Patriarchy is the End of Life

I want to clarify the line between men in general and patriarchal values propagated and imposed on human society.

In order for patriarchy to succeed, it had to kill more efficiently than the nine months gestation it took for a woman to give birth.  So the craft of war  became more than simply defending territory. It became the ritualized erasure of our human nature for the rule of centralized power. 

Civilizations built on myths of great conquerors. Histories about the exploits of the greatest killers. Inventions of race, religious ideology and ritual that transformed the teachings of thoughtful prophets into crusades. Endless games of winning and losing.
Men who celebrate life through medicine, science, education, art, philosophy and poetry must be dismissed as soft, shamed as effeminate. 

Men who have been raised with love, love their kin, and their children, understand others who love.  So it's excruciating to think of  "leaders" whose sole ambition is death and killing. 

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What Does Life Want From Me?

Reading Rabbi Jonathan Sacks "Judaism's Life Changing Ideas" I was inspired to ask a question that he posed, through the work of Viktor Frankl who survived Auschwitz and who turned his experiences there to create a new form of psychotherapy based on man's search for meaning.

"His view was that we should never ask, “What do I want from life?” but always, “What does life want from me?”"

Woman's and Man's search for meaning  is upstaged by family needs. The task of caring for one another is really what life most wants from us all even though it is not mentioned in the main cultural arguments.

The shallow commerce of our hyped up consumer society is best revealed in Chris Hedges article "Faces of Pain, Faces of Hope.

"Popular culture celebrates those who wallow in power, wealth and self-obsession and perpetuates the lie that if you work hard and are clever you too can become a “success,” perhaps landing on “American Idol” or “Shark Tank.” ... The…

The Labyrinth’s Prayer

Our Labyrinth, which is on earth
Elliptic is your name Your hospitality come Your turning be done  on earth As it is in the universe. Give us this day our contemplation. And forgive us our missteps As we forgive others their missteps against us. And lead us not into apathy But deliver us from hasty judgement. For yours is the journey The purpose and the story For ever and ever. Ah women And men.

(Infinite Power, Ekstasis 2016)

David Brooks, Abbie Hoffman & Culture

The meritocratic establishment, who overtook the Protestant values of America before the 60's ...  "created an economy that benefits itself and leaves everybody else out. It led America into war in Iraq and sent the working class off to fight it. It has developed its own brand of cultural snobbery. Its media, film and music industries make members of the working class feel invisible and disrespected." David Brooks, The Abbie Hoffman of the Right: Donald Trump, The New York Times.

How do we connect these different cultures in a way that enables people to talk to one another so we can learn how and where to move forward? How do we include all views in a way that makes sense? Does it need to make sense?

Worship of Power As Shared Mental Illness

A study reported in the Telegraph, written by Martin Evans, claims "The children of rich parents are put under so much pressure to succeed they are at an increased risk of suffering" ...   from anxiety and depression at twice the normal rate of children from less well off families. Eating disorders, drug abuse, neuroses and self harming were found to be much more common among wealthy teenagers.

We are led to believe  that wealth signifies skill, intelligence or talent, and wealth "proves"  success. This manifests within the psyche of offspring a duty to prove their academic or athletic superiority, otherwise they are letting their family down. Relentless pressure can be applied while parents are unaware of how it impacts their child's health.

"The American psychologist who carried out the study said many children were finding it impossible to live up to the expectations being placed on them by their rich and successful parents."

Sheri Johnson, a Berkele…

Feeding Big Man

Once upon a time, there was a village near the river like other villages, but in this village was a man - taller than everyone else. Jolly and bright, an optimist who could build huts, plough fields, catch fish too.
With each passing day the man grew more confident and villagers  more adoring and complacent forgetting their skills they focused on worship invested in hope, their eyes looking up.
So in awe of Big Man they planned how and when to feed, wash and clothe him,  elected chairmen who instructed the villagers of their duty
to keep Big Man strong and beefy.
Soon got so big he couldn't leave his house stuck behind the door, fearful chairmen marched up and down the streets in a solemn search for answers now that folk were retired, poor
keeping Big Man in style and manner to which he'd become accustomed, his appetite large and rich too big for his humble home, he demanded more – a castle or a mansion, while the villagers bore
the cost with their labour, health, and their v…

The Begat of Gratitude

To those who gave birth to my ancestors who told me stories of the world who showed me how to love it.
To all those who by accident and brief encounter brought me to some truth I did not want to know.
To those who, not knowing my name helped when I needed help and who received mine when they needed it.
To those who by commitment of their will have learned to write, sing, dance or paint the message we most need to learn.
To all those who have the courage to put their skill on the public stage to serve as doctor, lawyer, minister, teacher, publisher, scientist or social worker.
To those whose names I may never learn who clean the office, drive the bus, do the laundry pick the fruit and stack the shelves.
To those who have listened to another  when they needed to be heard.
To all who embrace their vulnerability and who enter into compassion.
For you are the names and the faces of my gratitude. <