Monthly Archives: December 2009

The Free Instincts of Love

Victorians and nobles and many traditionalists of the past lookd down on wedding for Love, and despite what we like to think, this restrictive way of thinking persists. Their position was (and is) that the purpose of marriage was to ensure the future of the line by smart pairing – a strong provider with a healthy mother. People in love are irrational, and to wed for love supposedly threatens the security of those sound investments and plans, by sacrificing good judgment for silly affections and urges.

But what if erotic love is there for the same purpose as the wedding arrangers? What if it’s better: intuitive planning rather than rational? Arrangement via the subconscious. The notion that consciousness extends down to the molecular level may imply that our genes are doing the arranging for us.

Maybe to really fall in love is sparkd by our DNA knowing what’s best for it. The American Indian practice of “marrying across the circle” – that is, marry someone from the tepees on the side across from you, rather than from the ones on your side, which are your relatives. Classic examples of arranged marriages include the British Royals and Dalmation dogs, pinnacles of inbreeding. Your subconscious may know more about a good genetic match, receiving information from your DNA and responding to certain physical features or pheromones indicative of someone who will help you produce healthy offspring and avoid inbreeding and hidden health defects. Your subconscious can see who is across your circle.

Of course, who knows for sure the diffrence between true love and simple lust? And even love, couldn’t it be a matter of “take what you can get?” Couldn’t there be some still-better match for you out there, but someone you could never get to, say, a movie star? Our genes set their sights high, but our brains say “know when to fold em,” and settle for the best that’s readily available.

The old bards who sang of romance crossing class barriers and economic lines were revolutionaries, praising erotic love above social duties. These “undesirables” – wanderers of no high rank, but followers of noble truths like Joy and Unity – these were the original heartthrobs, kicking up love’s dust.
Even today, musicians and artists are objects of desire, love idols. Is it because human genes see them as a true match, even if everyone else sees them as their own match as well? Can a true love belong to more than one? (This is not to condone the cliche behavior of musicians with illegitimate children dotting the map.)

Perhaps these questioning, yearning, FEELING folks bear the genes of a higher mind and truer heart, and these are qualities our species values for the future above Social Rank, stores of gold, plots of land, etc. Compassion, intuition, insight, patience, gentleness, joy, LOVE: THESE are things our DNA responds to, and wants to pass on to our children.

The new discovery that our genome, within each of us, changes every day suggests that the more one cultivates these ideals in oneself, the more present they are to be genetically hardwired. These are values that push our evolution forward to something more noble. If mankind has, or will create, a purpose to its existence, it will rise from these qualities – cultivated not by careful and conscious hoeing and rowing, but by the wild-sown Free Instincts of Love.

Dream, Wish, Destiny

[Dream notebook, 2009 October 20]

No wonder dreams can seem to predict one’s destiny. If dreams are wishes fulfilld [as Froyd says], and one’s natural life-path would have them pursue all one’s wishes…

Dreams make visible, but maybe not plain. Our inmost desires and wishes may be unconscious, unknown to us, or maybe we are confused by sevral options and know not which to choose.

Dreams reveal our choice, the choice that will be, the choice already made – our heart’s true desire. And since the heart’s true desire is one’s true path, the dream heeded will bring a great destiny. For one who doesn’t know that the dream came from within themselves, their desire, it may indeed seem an illumination,
A revelation from the gods,
An announcement of fate,
A clue, a riddle pointing to the path.

Which it is.

That’s why we have that double-meaning of “Dream” – the nite-vision dream and the dream of one’s life, like “what’s your dream?” Your dream in life is your ultimate wish if there were no limits. If you were all your potential what would you be doing? Your little nite-dreams try to point you to this, so that you may act on it. Finally, the meaning of the phrase,

“Dream is Destiny.”

The value of dreams, the magic, is not diminishd by reduction to mere “wish-fulfilment.” Their value is precisely in that Dreams REVEAL to us our wish – that is,
our purest, ultimate self,
and thus,
our purpose.

Anger is my Enemy

Anger and enemies – things I avoid.
O today I was red inside
At these oppressive trolls,
Themselves angry and offensive
To the spirit and the eye,
How they wave their metal detectors,
Not the beachcombing kind
O I wanted to write a funny song
“Talkin Post-9/11 Travel Security Blues”
Or some sorta BS
But it stoppd bein funny
When the dirty white ogre
With the scratchy beard
Black teeth
Whisky eyes
Hope-dashd skin
Impotent heart
And pistold hip
Yelled at the famly of Africans
To get in line and expose their pockets
SIR. SIR!
Barking, pointing and pulling across the hall
The man in front of me emptied
Change into the plastic cup
And the little imp put his
“Terror-finding wand”
Up to a crumpled paper he pulld out.
I had my sacred silver pocketknife
Confiscated
They said they could send it to
Kansas City the day after, for $7
I will not be there that day
They only send to the greyhound station
I couldn’t send it home
I couldn’t carry it on
I would not pay $7 to lose it
The foulest words and darkest wills
Were bubbling
And the old-world apathetic driver
Has no use for nothin
I askd how he’s doin
He didn’t answer
I guess that means he’s Not
And the voice of a hag
Echoes from the white-trash
Dark Ages
Now echoes from the rear seats
Shouting at her numerous offspring
To Shut up, shaddup
(Welcome home)
And I think the baby just
Shit on the floor

As I’ve said before
Anyone can have kids.
Adults call it Equality,
Kids know it’s Injustice.

Now the sky has reachd its daily black
As I sink in for 24 more hours
And faith in people fades
As it always does in this setting
So I call VoiceMail
To replay Kira’s speech
About the people who shape you
Your loved ones
And I try to get sappy
And hopefully happy
But all I’m becoming is dry
And I think of the backseat hag
The security monster,
The driver, and I think,
Who shaped you?
Was it nites like this?
Was it another face like yours?
Was this foul emptiness some caught disease,
Passd onto you, once pure
And now, thru my disgust, onto me?

Anger, what a loaded bird.
I wanna shoot it, twice!
I wanna feed it to the cat
And laugh in its face
When it’s left in the litterbox
Anger, you enemy you!
You’re hilarious
Preposterous
Your hunchd back is useless
And you sneeze when you talk
The original clown,
Creator of foolishness
Father of fools,
Writer of all tragedy,
And all drama.
Anger, you enemy,
Jackass, I love you!
I’m in yer vehicle but you don’t drive me!
Anger, you stupid drunk,
Self-pity play!
Anger, you fumbler,
Brother of loudmouths
And child of the blind,
It’s not your fault you are born to such wretches,
Such mindless reproducers,
Why not quit breeding?
Anger, why not quit breeding?