Theorising the wise use of violence

1.Let’s become aware of the abuses, assaults and poisoning we are victims of
2.Let’s identify our murderers
3.Let’s name them, one by one
4.Let them and their family know that WE know their crimes, and are ready to take action against them and/or retailation against their offspring in order to stop their crimes at ALL cost

Tired of staying idle hopeless cause you can’t change the system ?

Most of massive murdering corporations have a public website, such as www.corporate.com, then go to investors section, find out the annual report (either to read online or to download) , and so you got the list of administrators, presidents, exectutives, and so on.

Now you still feel hopeless ? well that’s cause you have no more imagination…

You may wanna read further material to recover your child like imagination power:
on the dark side of the force
http://www.endgamethebook.org/Excerpts/2-Apocalypse.htm
on the bright side:
http://blogs.salon.com/0002007/

Zombies

It never occured to me before his death that I had been looking for his face. I've realised this old love had his initial look, the one I had mourned as a child.
And it's rather shocking and sadening too, but it was mostly your smile anyway.

I need some time to heal, but I'm already sure that she would look right, so I feel ready for her now.
I can't wait too long, I've just realised I won't let it last.
A guess is that my next generation will be dangerous, bad by civilisation standards, so it will beat it, while letting any stranger wonder who is it?

Much more often than not, the biggest hurdles we face are our own fears, so a little bit more freedom IN MY MIND is all I need now.

Let's dance$

hot in the air

It's hot in the air.
A violent breaze is crashing on the city.
From here at twighlight: red sky, hot air, thunders, pandemic virus, rising joblessness look gloomy...
That may be "slow crash"? exciting, confusing, saddening...so many feelings to enjoy.
Therefore I wish to lighten the atmosphere, with some light songs, soft skin and a bubbly smile.

Megacity remains idle: so many possibilities that lay on statitics and never come true.
Here I feel reality has vanished into a virtual wired network, phone cables and wifis, braodband Internet and mobile microwaves.
People are stripped from souls: they have second life. They are void of beauty: they have money.
They wander and never meet: what could they recall except from propaganda from TV?
There ain't no time to get old, only for cosmetics.


What else? You could be and not have...Let it be and trash this all.

Nazis and their aspirants

Seriously what's wrong with Europeans, and especially french people?
They proudly shout about their WWII win over Hitler, but as soon as he was dead they got their lazy ass building open air gas chambers...
Car drivers are so busy turning the air we breathe into gas chambers that weather guy has to tell us "not to exercise for your health"!
Gosh! who said avoiding exercise was GOOD for health?

Nowadays europeans seem to be a big bunch of fucked up neo nazi actively pursuing genocides over our not yet born grand children...

Such a pity.

Alive

The other day, I was coming back home after a (too long) day of work. As I walked out the subway station I was literally showered from hair to toe.
I was curiously eyeing these weird strangers trying to shun themselves from heaven's water by crowding under the slim shops's roof along the narrow parisian streets.
As my flowing hair was turned to heavy locks, and my feet freely splashing at each step I enjoyed this long forgotten feeling: a free shower.
Of course here it's so unsual here to have simaltaneously rain and warm temperature, that most people instinctively fly away from rain as from cold inducing nasty thing.
But they did not even try it, I did wildly feeling this year is special, as special as 6 years ago: it's a HOT year. Though uncommon hot years are triggering monsoon like showers as far upnorth as Scandinavia (where I was last time fortunately)

few things to remember

I have just sticked to this world because of my loving family.
I have done only the few things I had been forced too, and I won't do anything for that world unless strongly obliged too.
I am not part of civilisation and I have no culture, except a strong link to my few blood fellows (aka tribe).

Tribute to Jarawas

There are flying dancers in my head

They’re as gracefull as swallows

Dim light is yellowing the evening

They hide and seek as shadows

Darkening carved roasted stone

And brightened sharp angles stare

At our mellowing random fights

Time to purify and unify unicity.

Love grows when shared but

Life is lost when you are shared

Flesh and brain apart you are dead

Beware of danger and any stranger.

Spring

Spring is renewal...
Spring is fasting time (last year's harvest gone, new year's one unready yet)
Spring means slimming
Spring means decluttering
Is anything I own usefull, desired? trash, sell or reuse, recycle any other stuff
Mind's changing, Life's adapting to unstable conditions, so culling is as cyclic though unpredictable as weather.

Spring is sweeping, cleaning, detoxifying
Coming clean, light and ready for the bright long days.

What's 'BAD'?

How to draw the line between 'good' and 'bad'?
Bad?
anything that cause harm or death.
Bad?
anything that is a threat to human survival in a balanced ecosystem (aka. not unbalanced due to human pressure)
Bad?
any limitation to basic human freedom...

Basic human freedom?
A balanced ecosystem to live in.

Paris as I love

This is my beloved city; the quite sunny, chalky historical heart of Paris.

cold?

I'm amazed how wild is my body:
It has felt for weeks the weather turning to cold, overeating so that I was ready for the coldest weather in 20 years over here. My fat layer forecasted the cold way before the meteorologist.
Then I've felt nauseous for some time, and the weather's just started to warm up.
My body's already sheding extra pounds to adjust to coming spring (early, nah?)
The weather is crazy, but I'm part of that craze, so I shall not fear it.

The Wave

There's something troubling within
Echoing far away are heartbeats
Anysound enhancing is pushing
A blood rush up to the brain
It feels as a wave, blue and one
Uniting, moving, tying
To the great ocean of life
The original energy soup
Atomised within our selves
It feels alive in transe music
Over wild runs and dance
A beat inside and outside
Juicy present flowing overall

Magical Encounters

Some people have a magnetic attraction, some kind of hypnotising aura radiating from their stare. Each smallest motion of their body is grace, each eye contact is joyfull, their mere presence is intense, it feels as if they fill the air, abstracting any other one.
Inhabiting the present moment may surely be the way to feel alive, but some people can better make it last, stretch each second to a day, meaningfully transmuting a glimpse into everlasting memories.

It reminded me how biaised is my mind, for it's ineluctably clinging on same unvarying ethnical features: why? makes me wonder where I belong...

Transe

Substitute for love ain't fantasy
Drugged mills ain't no more fallacy
Entangled in wheel of fortune
Estranged in well of snow fume
We err on tilted bridges
We crawl on barren roads
Desperate for clear ether
Enamoured of white flow
Searching but no preaching
Hunting but no grunting
Flaunting our bellies
With mere wild berries

insight into the future

Thanks to the wonderfull blog of Dave Pollard (which incidentally was born the same year as my parents) "How to save the world" I discovered this fabulous article about our mid-term future:
http://ranprieur.com/essays/slowcrash.html
Obviously, young people (teens, 20 something) may worry about what's going to happen in 2040-2050, cause we're supposed to be 'mature adults' by the time, and not even ripe enough for retirement!
Predictions of passed peak oil time, when oil will be too expensive for most of us, and worsening climatic conditions due to global warming, are rather bleak, and stress me to find the 'best' way to survive, long term.
Therefore Ran's essay is a good news, he explains that economic and infrstrucutre breakdowns will be slow, and that's leaving hope for adjustment time. Furthermore the changes he predicts that would turn our lifestyle to 'simpler' could actually be anticipated painlessly, and that's the path I've already began, so I guess I'm in the right direction!

Remainders 2009

HAPPY NEW YEAR!



The best memories of 2008?
look here=>



What's left to be done in 2009?

- becoming an islander
- learning organic permaculture (vegetables, medicinal plants, berries, poultry and herds)
- increasing much needed sewing skills
- improving some key language skills

The Curse- a counter biblical story

Isn't it ironic that tonight on the news, there were once again tales of war in the Middleast?

Isn't it cynical that the land who might have been the original place where humanity sined at first, by inventing agriculture, is still cursed by an endless war?

Aren't they forever damned these early tribes, semitic people, who chose to get out of the peacefull garden of Eden? They got trapped in the illusion they could do as God, and cultivate food, so that they would grow forever.

Delusioned, they might be: these great grand children who haven't left the 'promised land' for more prosperous land, have realised they're jailed in a useless desert, and sentenced to forever fighting each other for drops of Jordan water.

short reading list:
-Ishmael, Daniel Quin
- Against the grain, Richard Manning

some kind of reality

In a strange attempt to freee myself from human made limits, I have grown into a some kind of animal : I can not appreciate, nor create any form of art, for it’s the core difference between animals and humans. Furthermore it appears I’m unable to obey any form of laws, rules, social code of conducts, dress codes or gender roles. Though I’m intelligent enough to learn and understand them, I can never feel belonging somewhere inside these rules. As those rules gathered in a define collection sets a definite culture, I can never feel to be part of any culture. Therefore I allways feel alien, while belonging nowhere. However I’m curious to learn and understand their systems, how they technically arrange their societies. Anyway their values allways slip over my head by the end of the day.

I can only stare strangely at humans and their opposite feelings about life, they endlessly seem to want something and its straight opposite simultaneaously, which by nature’s supremacy of rules can never be reached. Thus I pity them : those I can only blame to know too little, or maybe dare too little (?), to reach their true nature, which by nature’s supremacy of coherence would guess what’s to want, the latter being in their reach.

I’m sure to agree with that famous french anthropologist: «living species are getting extinct at a frightening pace, human population is so dense that humanity is poisening itself internally, I think about the present world which I’m dying in. It’s not a world I like. »

Liking or not liking is not a real question, what’s there has to be dealt with anyhow. But I have not, I am not and shall not help humans getting out of the shit they have fucked themselves happily into. Cause I know they’re off better dying happy in their shit, than living clean wondering how to enjoy freedom.

no sleep but dreams

Nothing's so important than dreams, and living up to your expectations. Maybe no one else matters, I mean they can do anything, think, and tell, we shouldn't give a damn, anyway.

Freedom ain't everything
But nothing else matters
Be oneself
Never justify why...
Deep down in my heart, I know where the truth lies
It hurts a lot to hide it, it's called "civilisation"

A young french testimony: the tyrany of generation 68

No it's not a new terrible science fiction book, it's the theme of some french who have been published in France quite recently.These books speak about the tyrany of the "papy boomers": the numerous generation born after WWII...The generation who's demonstrated in french street in 1968,May, while american counterparts were hippies opposing Vietnam war.
This generation had benefited from the economic prosperity following the rebuilt of Europe, thanks to American subsides, and low priced good commodities from former colonies.
With cash flowing like rivers in Canada, western (including french) society soon turned into a hedonistic and individualistic playground.
Following the "sexual revolution" (abortion and pill) and women emancipation (work, banking, political and divorce rights) there has been les and less children born. Following the health improvments there have been more and more very old people alive.
This has lead the papy-boomers while they were still powerfull money oriented adults to force their parents into retirement and old age houses, so that generation 68 could avoid to competiting for jobs, especially management roles, with them and to caring about them.
After making sure their parents would not trouble their souls any more (as the saying goes: far from sight, far from heart), they also made sure their own children would not.

Not only did they secure by law heavy pensions at the expense of the next fewer generation, but also did they highly speculate on real estate prices in order not only to be homeowners but also to get juicy lifelong endowments from very small flats rented out to students and young workers: the generation of their own children.
In addition they made sure that salaries would be linked to age, so that younger workers have close to none opportunity to get high pays (the recent Kerviel scandal at Société Générale is quite a good illustration of possible consequences of the despair which young french are plunged in)
So what's our life like?
A small salary, high rents and taxes to pay...moreover after decades of exploitation (by generation 68 of course! their former hippies' lifestyles have long gone utopia!) Mother Nature is beginning to revolt and make us pay higher price for rare commodities, which means rising food and other prices.
So I am living poorer as my grandparents in Algeria 50 years ago, but I have studied 14 years more than my grandmom!
No wonder I had to give up my motherhood dreams: I can't rear a child when I have to support the greed of my parents and the retirement of my grandparents...
Generation 68 has only planned the extinction of "blood" french people (at least 40% of current birth rate in Paris region comes from foreign parents), because the only people happy to live as poor as I am are those coming from the even poorer Subsaharan Africa or poor chinese countryside, that may be why Paris is begining to look more black than New York...