The current "capitalist" model of requiring some degree of monetary wealth formation in order to survive, with the norm of doing some job or selling some skill or resource, in several ways limits the creativity, individualization of solutions, and useful distribution of tools (including knowledge) and goods. However, people are not the grounded angels that some may propose in arguing for say classic communism or altruistically based economic systems. Perhaps with evolving technologies and understandings of how we work models could be constructed based on other kinds of rewards than ability to control resources or bare survival.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
last stop before the Year of Prophecies
The current "capitalist" model of requiring some degree of monetary wealth formation in order to survive, with the norm of doing some job or selling some skill or resource, in several ways limits the creativity, individualization of solutions, and useful distribution of tools (including knowledge) and goods. However, people are not the grounded angels that some may propose in arguing for say classic communism or altruistically based economic systems. Perhaps with evolving technologies and understandings of how we work models could be constructed based on other kinds of rewards than ability to control resources or bare survival.
Solar Return
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Winter's eve
A
quiet fall
of snow
whitens night's field
unwritten, sandlike
upon tomorrow's shore.
Tomorrow is the blessed eve
Lords and Ladies, leaping,
dancing, holy abandon, ecstatic rites.
In dense, secret forest, legends gambol, rise
honorably to masters, age in inebriates.
Spirits imbue damp, fresh scent.
Words melt, evaporate, flavor brew
of ancient melodies, renewed
each Winter's Eve.
Picture each animated creature enlightened
Each candle warmly, brilliantly ignited
Animated faces dance with excitement
Creature comfort gifts encircle trees
Enlightened pleasures whirled in peace
Winter's doorway
The magick of night
The clearness of cold
Stars glittering tales so old
Cradle, caress, with blessing
Saints, sages, wizards, mages
Message writ on high, in constellations
we stop to see, to read.
Cold is slowness, a force
of inertia, a space,
a pause in time.
Dark carries reflection -- any
fancied face or fortune
could be in reach.
Seasons speak
call in hues, in moods.
We praise passages, echo rites.
Children chasing Moonbeams
to believe in hope, joy, love
because we need the light,
the warmth, the colours.
Joyful Season to all ~
Friday, December 16, 2011
forward toward apocalypse (raos)
Work becomes a dirty word when redefined into some kind of punishment one must endure in order to be considered worthy to survive, rather than just what people do.
Friday, December 9, 2011
pre-holiday reframing (raos)
I think I get the "holiday" "War on Christmas" hype -- a distraction to keep us from the understanding that there is no holiday, but rather an orgy of consumption and stress.
Reframe government from "them" to us
Saturday, December 3, 2011
holy daze (raos)
who better to be than the audience?
The best defense against big money in political campaigns is people power
if we appropriately taxed the fossil fuels commensurate with their actual costs to society, renewables could naturally triumph.
trading in smarts for wisdom