Tierra Sin Steward

land the once sacred is now land the scarred
in too much light veiled is hidden the starred
pollution of light, the night, above and below
what room is left for the seeds that we sow?

the concretely and chemically clean wiped veneer
along which harsh vibrations induce dread and drear
whichever direction, the wheel will mis-steer
dying land mowed down, that much is now clear

we must trust a blind human to see the way
our split-able attention proves vision a delay
forgetting unseen beauty, for the suburban scene
all the pesticides, envy no longer is truly green

we know water is life but enough aren’t thirsty
corporations then can control it—only the worst see
water’s value unseated, and more biology deleted
this genocide of our own making nearly completed

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J is for Jousting (my thoughts inexactly)

Systemic reform is a handshake with those whose hands are covered in blood.

The lack of a public searching for an ulterior motive is precisely the ulterior motive that public relation’s branches most hope to accomplish.

Only among children—our sane counterparts—does it make any sense to use the saying “one step at a time”. It is otherwise absurdly misplaced, for we have brought upon ourselves the absurd world we do 30 miles at a time.

Good people coerced to do bad things: also known as capitalism.

That we think we are privy to the chess game of the elites is itself part of their larger chess game. We are not the interior decorators of their throne rooms but they the decorators of ours. They decorate our minds with fanciful ideologies of control, and laugh at the comedy.

Contemporary class warfare is not so much about the rich stealing from the poor, but the rich engineering a poor that freely gives to the rich their land, their labor, their possessions, and pretty soon their children. Government plays the role of a pump medium to keep this exchange generally moving in one direction, and banks seem to be the benefactors.

We all need a god to believe in, and we all need to believe in ourselves. Why not combine the two?

At what point do we call the diluted soup water?

Circumstances don’t have to get to the point of being lifeless, to realize the grave danger of less life.

The inclination to put off fighting the battle, is the one of the most prominent aspects of the battle that we have to fight.

An individuated life is only a step away from death; fortunately for the individual they have some say in the direction of their next step.

We must begin to work frantically if we are to regenerate all the vastness that we have lost, to give our children a chance in this hell.

An unsuccessful genocide gets blamed on the disease responsible—people; a successful genocide gets blamed on a different disease, smallpox.

People who believe everything they are told are a haven for those who profit on lies.

The IOU that outlives you, outlives itself. The untimely mortality associated with the IOU is what makes it an immortal weapon of the powerful who use it as an immediate denial of resources. We masses similarly have the ability to deny others access to resources, but for we don’t see ourselves as masses but as individuals.

To pardon the world’s sin is not to take it away, but to give it millennia to flourish unchallenged.

The nature of our crimes tells of how far from nature we have strayed.

Representative democracy is the human version of a dog run—we use up all of our own energy in a space narrowed by those who we let be our masters. While the oligarchs promise they’ll take care of our shit, they leave it there long enough for us to run through it and get infected by it.

The livestock industry milks, bleeds, and slaughters all the other herd animals—why should it be any different for we humans?

Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/12/03/v-is-for-vanquishing-my-thoughts-inexactly/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/11/03/my-thoughts-inexactly-w-is-for-willing-otra-vez/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/my-thoughts-inexactly-w-is-for-willing/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/09/20/my-thoughts-inexactly-e-is-for-escalating/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/08/07/my-thoughts-inexactly-g-is-for-gathering/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/20/my-thoughts-inexactly-z-is-for-zeroing/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/04/my-thoughts-inexactly-l-is-for-lamenting/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/02/lternate-lphabet-lliteration-training-regimen/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/my-thoughts-inexactly/

Corporate Campus Crimes

Corporate Campus Crimes2

Fortunately or unfortunately, I live in proximity to several corporate headquarters, and have had to include their campuses to get in a variable trek for my lengthy dog walkings. The experience from these trespasses has afforded me to develop a fledgling academic field by the name of Comparative Corporate Campus Ruminations. I say trespass, but from my perspective there is certainly also an impingement on me—and other lives much bigger than mine—which I suppose is the prime mover behind this post’s existence. So far all the walks have been very tranquil, whether on a weekday morning or a weekend evening. The natural sounds from crickets and locusts emanate from the tree packed margins—the “wild space” separating one corporate kingdom from its neighbor. Tree packed? It’s a relative term contrasted against the spacious, breathable, un-claustrophobic lawns occasioned by small tree islands. The scope of corporate lawns alone is an advertisement that these corporations are economy-driving job creators: think about how much mowing there is to benefit the backbone landscaping industry.

Tranquilized Environments: No More Kidding?

A third,

A third, “reserve” parking lot, thought what it’s reserving I can’t say. I think they couldn’t pass up on a “build two, get the third free” deal.

Why should I complain about something so pleasant, like having a free visit to a country club1? Even the parking is free, that is if you can find a spot. So much of the landscape that isn’t lawn is taken up by an assortment of giant asphalt solar tarps, where to park the car? These passive solar heaters must have been installed to counter the air conditioning system that must make things inside oppressively cold. One good thing then, at least, is that the people that work inside the large five story building must be forced to walk through the greened campus from wherever they park their cars, or where public transportation drops them off. There are, of course, the occasional rebels that decide to park on the asphalt solar tarps, but I’m sure corporations have a means of dealing with people who break their rule(s), such as placing the offender in a south-facing corner office where they are forced to see a blue-tinted sunny landscape all day long, as opposed to a choice cubicle with four generic walls to keep them company.

“Then I guess we don't have to worry about finding people in that water.” “Or leeches!” “What's the difference?”

“Then I guess we don’t have to worry about finding people in that water.”
“Or leeches!”
“What’s the difference?”

Changing Registers: No More Kidding!

In witness to overwhelming tragedy humans will sometimes make light of things to obscure the horror, as I have attempted above. However, I would like now to shine light on this particular tragedy because the voice of the ecosystem, which humans are generally deaf to, has now been eternally silenced. It’s hard to think of the past voices of grave-less plants, fungi, and animals when things are so quiet and peaceful; for me it is a sickening peace, the peace that follows a successful genocide.

With a little imagination the crime becomes obvious: 15 acres of tons upon tons of accumulated biomass—also known as life—virtually annihilated so that a few dozen humans can spend their “productive” hours sitting in a 1/4 acre office building. The crime is not past, and it is not contained to the crime scenery. An actively intoxicated water source—such as the pond in the picture above—is sure to spread toxicity in ways that a criminal designer and property manager had no thought of, or worse, cared little about. Otherwise, maybe their thinking is much more subtle, and entirely anti-life, such as:

If we let mosquitoes breed, we will inevitably let a whole aquaculture ecosystem spawn full of mosquito predators on up the food chain, such as fish and frogs, and that is absolutely not acceptable. We dare not let mosquitoes be part of an ecosystem that will control their numbers far more efficiently and regularly than our own chemical industry allies.”

Not all corporate campuses will attempt the false glamour of a perpetually poisoned pond. Usually they will contribute their dose of waste and toxicity by implementing a water projecting fountain and be satisfied with chemically treated lawns and deserted mulch beds. With precaution, visit one of these campuses to analyze the health threats for yourself. These crimes are actively happening around us, whether we see them or not, and whether the laws recognize them or not. Don’t hold your breath for any black-robed dishonors to rescue us and correctly judge this as a crime—we must be the judges! We must figure out what is appropriate remediation and justice before our own victimage becomes too great a burden and we need to rely on others to defend us. If not, the case studies will continue to pile up along with ecosystem carcasses.

Notes (correctly disordered):

2 – Concisely Conveying Cronnie Congressmen Cordially Condoning Corporate Campus Crimes (3C2) is an alternate title,though this article doesn’t remark on legislators and other representatives. However, this alternate title is still fitting, for it’s no lie that elected (and unelected) officials are implicitly involved in allowing particular industrial and commercial practices to go unchecked, practices ironically that they sign bills to outlaw private citizens from undertaking. I know some people are upset that corporations have the same legal status as actual people, but I think they’d be more upset if they realized corporations have a higher legal status than us. A two tier system has been created with individuals placed at the sewer level.

1 – Country Club (2C1)could be looked at as a euphemism for country clubbed down by modern industrial civilization. This relates to another, more sinister euphemism pointed out by Noam Chomsky: the Defense Department was the new title given to the War Department after WW2; the only thing that changed (other than the name) was the increasing amount of wars the USA would become involved with.

Update:

I “meme’ized” this picture:

People Treated Water

and here’s another, arguably related:

Monsanto Genocide

An other History Of Flag Day: A Subaltern Fable

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In the beginning, there was peace in the land, peace with nature, among all the animals…
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Then, conquerors obsessed with order and cleanliness arrived, and they decided to white wash the land and marginalize nature; to them, peace was represented by white, and not intrinsic in nature, so when nature faded they sighed out of relief; however, for the animals left alive, white became a thing of horror, a bringer of death and absence, and it became the adjective for the conquering men…
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The natives made their best efforts to remain hidden, keeping their culture safe and tucked away, and so they hid under the dark blue of a moonlit night…
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The conquerors, insatiable, didn’t want the natives having this separate freedom, so they shot 13 bullets at the nighttime haven, tearing 13 holes that tattered the natives culture and ability to control their own destiny; the natives, no longer having anywhere to hide, were forced to come out into the white territory…
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The white’s believed that order should be established and that peace cannot be allowed to freely existit needed to be encoded in laws and regulation; thus entered bureaucratic management, and the red tape cordoned off different areas; the natives now in white territory couldn’t freely mingle on their own terms, whether with the conquerors or just among themselves…
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They put the red tape at the borders, too, so it would be difficult both to enter and to leave the country…
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The natives, feeling their language and culture being crushed, decided to move again under the veil of the moonlit night, but in their flight were spotted and continuously shot after, chased to the edges of the land…
off the land
The only exit left was to leave the world entirely, and a stiff wind blew them off the land…
The conquerors forget that beneath all their artifices, is still a land and an attainable peace with nature, despite the scars inflicted; lower your flag to day, because the real purpose of flags is not to drape over bodies, but to rid the murders of guilt, and to justify their slaughter of an Other…