16 May 2007

Perspective: Tense

Perspective is an ambiguous and powerful aspect of humanity. In fact, people who do not exhibit the social conventions of an “I” perspective are regarded as handicapped or mentally imbalanced by most known cultures. Perspective allows for a penniless vagabond to stare at the ocean, moon and stars and know no boundaries while the most powerful men on earth fixate only on what is known. Or knowable. I, you, he she it them us we... all and none. Perspective fills the social gap that lies between perceiver and perceived... but this gap only truly exists when it is challenged by someone else's.

Or it is not a gap, it is the ceaseless live distortions of time and space.

Tense is a tricky thing. It plays games with perspective. English language of the Western world holds it in the highest regard. There is what was, is and shall be. Past, present and future. When words are written they must orient themselves in time. Words written in the present tense will be read in the future... but the wisdom of the words will reflect the times when they were written, now past. When history is written in past tense, the words reflect the perspective of the times when they are written... as the readers reflect upon what is remembered of what has passed. Words written in future tense project the reader into what will, can, might or could be. Regardless of tense, all written words have the potential to affect the present Now.

King George "the lesser" Bush speaks Now about what Will because of what Was while ignoring what Is because he is preparing the earth for the Return of his Lord and saviour. That was Jesus Christ, who told men like Bush 2000 years ago that it is harder for them to enter his Kingdom than for a camel to thread a needle.

Maybe that's why the Bush family kills so many camels. Women and men. Children.

This was, is and will be recorded as historical fact... which itself takes an assertive We voice in our Present tense... even though it rarely involves us in anything more substantial than the telling.

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(This guy has not much more than perspective and Bush surely makes him tense...)

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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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