We are telling our story. In more ways than visible. To direct your view to your family has been mankind's solution over the centuries. Whether this solution was used or not is a different topic. The competing direction? It depends on the century. Ours unfortunately the worse. Broadcasting. Storytellers were "left behind" you say. Left behind from where? Storytellers never lost their opportunity to tell stories. To the audience their consciousness could reach. The broadcasting did not leave anyone behind who saw the value of their story. The rest is the ladder of fame. To become famous by means of visibility, not physical, but digital, is to become famous. Where? In the mind. I would love to read your thoughts about this. Fame in the past belonged with kings and heroes by means of talk. Deeds, talk and boom in the mind by awe. Visible even in invisibility. They heard the deed and did not see the king. Today we see the king and the kings does no deed. Simply fame through irrelevance. Yet famous. All of us are famous. Why? We are being seen. By what? By the mind. That's where fame resides. There is a rank to this as well, as to what is prefered but fame nonetheless. My point here is to support your idea of small broadcasting. Of telling stories to those we can reach. Also to point out that no matter how complicated a system becomes, we are not without a solution. We can tell stories to our own.
Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to share your thoughts in response, Persephone. Very true: electronic media never left anyone behind who saw the true value of their own story. Both the Jews and Blacks -- builders and shapers of American popular culture throughout the 20th century -- can testify to the power of authentic storytelling.
What electronic media do is bury us in inconsequential trivia while it consolidates power and wealth. The net result is a popular culture that celebrates power and wealth to the mainstream exclusion and deliberate suppression of those things that promote and protect the quality of life, namely: faith, family, and community.
I plan to address the changing nature of fame -- the difference, for instance, between the movie and sports legends created by the great print journalists of the 20th century, and the celebrities created by the sheer volume of electronic/digital media of the 21st century -- in a future essay. What happens at the end of legend?
As a small broadcaster myself, I thank you for your support, and hope to justify your continued faith. And we agree again: the perils of unmanageable complexity (a characteristic of late-stage addiction) can always be overcome. And yes, recovery begins with the rediscovery and telling of our own stories to those around us who will listen.
Rousseau seems to have been such an artist. (What’s wrong with these people? Why don’t they appreciate, nay revere, my work? Ignoble savages! Ego compensation ensued, got him into history books.)
Hitler. Housepainter who became a house artist? A burning down the house artist? Artsonist?
(Well, he didn’t exactly burn down Dresden, did he? So just one of the boysenberries. And no berries without supporting sticker bushes. Please don’t throw me into that briar patch, Br’er Fox!)
David Cole, Takimag, this week wrote that studios, streaming, is going the way of the Blockbuster buggy whip. (I usta like driving the buggy to Blockbuster & whipping up some flicks on dvd.)
Cuz “gaming” (immersive virtual reality - bigger dopamine hits when one is “participant” rather than passive receptacle), & Only Fans, etc (also apparently interactive).
But hanging a urinal on a wall & getting away with calling it art was not a recent event. Was that foreshadowing, or projection? Urine the $ now. Somehow. Don’t ask me how. That’d be at least another 1000 words.
And “power?” Is it?
Decoder rings that translate the secret handshakes & signs into sense, a plot, a scheme, an arc (of Orcs)… well, the one true ring seems impotence epitomized, anti-allure allegorized, & never not trying to prove otherwise; a hole that cannot be filled.
Or vice versa.
Do you think Gates & Bezos & Page & & & wouldn’t be much closer, if not fully, “incels” without the bankrolls?
(Is that a bankroll in your pocket, or am I just happy to see your bulging pocket?)
(Montezumas Revenge of the Nerds is proving to be very unpleasant.)
Libido dominandi.
And Jimmy Cagney was a Yankee Doodle Dandy. Because, probably, somewhere on the list, probably near the top, that’s where the women, & the money, was itemized.
Willie Sutton mighta been an actor, too, or a more overtly official actor (most “all the world’s a stage”) given the chance. Instead he wound up robbing banks.
Cuz that’s where the money is, he said.
And money’s convertible into women. Into convertibles, too … lotsa women like those.
So upside down, inside out, backwards: “rewop”. Like Mussolini redux. (If it walks, quacks like a dux … there’s gonna be guano all over the place.)
Get those bullet trains (of abuses) running on split-second time again.
Cuz enough is never enough.
It's still the same old story
A fight for “love” and glory
A case of do or die
Casablanca on the Potomac - everywhere else, too. Su casa is mi casa & painting ‘em all red, ink or blood, is fine so long as ya’ll own nada … & are happy (just like the constitution needed that bill of rights cherry on top to sell it).
Institutions, & their defense attorneys (with & without BAR cards, not to mention Browning automatic rifles), are full of institutional wo/men. Enough time “served” on the inside makes the great outdoors toxically inhospitable. Makes the servers that way, too.
Don’t eat there. The line will drop your food on the filthy floor enroute to your plate & the deliverancer’s will spit in it.
How fascinating and paradoxical that in this post-modern age, which ostensibly heralds the power of the individual story, the individual story is actually being quieted or replaced by the collective power of the narrative... and those whom just a moment ago felt empowered by the expression of their individual story, now tout a narrative crafted by those whom would use them for the acquisition of raw power, against which they thought they were standing... just a minute ago.
Peace, Isma'il, and thank you for sharing your wisdom. The concept of a charismatic healer holds much fascination and intrigue for me. Of course, beyond its pop-culture application as mercenary cover for narcissistic behavior, one might extend the concept of charismatic healer to more rightfully include prophets -- religious and otherwise -- old and new alike. Your thoughts? Peace...
We are telling our story. In more ways than visible. To direct your view to your family has been mankind's solution over the centuries. Whether this solution was used or not is a different topic. The competing direction? It depends on the century. Ours unfortunately the worse. Broadcasting. Storytellers were "left behind" you say. Left behind from where? Storytellers never lost their opportunity to tell stories. To the audience their consciousness could reach. The broadcasting did not leave anyone behind who saw the value of their story. The rest is the ladder of fame. To become famous by means of visibility, not physical, but digital, is to become famous. Where? In the mind. I would love to read your thoughts about this. Fame in the past belonged with kings and heroes by means of talk. Deeds, talk and boom in the mind by awe. Visible even in invisibility. They heard the deed and did not see the king. Today we see the king and the kings does no deed. Simply fame through irrelevance. Yet famous. All of us are famous. Why? We are being seen. By what? By the mind. That's where fame resides. There is a rank to this as well, as to what is prefered but fame nonetheless. My point here is to support your idea of small broadcasting. Of telling stories to those we can reach. Also to point out that no matter how complicated a system becomes, we are not without a solution. We can tell stories to our own.
Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to share your thoughts in response, Persephone. Very true: electronic media never left anyone behind who saw the true value of their own story. Both the Jews and Blacks -- builders and shapers of American popular culture throughout the 20th century -- can testify to the power of authentic storytelling.
What electronic media do is bury us in inconsequential trivia while it consolidates power and wealth. The net result is a popular culture that celebrates power and wealth to the mainstream exclusion and deliberate suppression of those things that promote and protect the quality of life, namely: faith, family, and community.
I plan to address the changing nature of fame -- the difference, for instance, between the movie and sports legends created by the great print journalists of the 20th century, and the celebrities created by the sheer volume of electronic/digital media of the 21st century -- in a future essay. What happens at the end of legend?
As a small broadcaster myself, I thank you for your support, and hope to justify your continued faith. And we agree again: the perils of unmanageable complexity (a characteristic of late-stage addiction) can always be overcome. And yes, recovery begins with the rediscovery and telling of our own stories to those around us who will listen.
Thanks again, and all the best for now...
Rousseau seems to have been such an artist. (What’s wrong with these people? Why don’t they appreciate, nay revere, my work? Ignoble savages! Ego compensation ensued, got him into history books.)
Hitler. Housepainter who became a house artist? A burning down the house artist? Artsonist?
(Well, he didn’t exactly burn down Dresden, did he? So just one of the boysenberries. And no berries without supporting sticker bushes. Please don’t throw me into that briar patch, Br’er Fox!)
David Cole, Takimag, this week wrote that studios, streaming, is going the way of the Blockbuster buggy whip. (I usta like driving the buggy to Blockbuster & whipping up some flicks on dvd.)
Cuz “gaming” (immersive virtual reality - bigger dopamine hits when one is “participant” rather than passive receptacle), & Only Fans, etc (also apparently interactive).
But hanging a urinal on a wall & getting away with calling it art was not a recent event. Was that foreshadowing, or projection? Urine the $ now. Somehow. Don’t ask me how. That’d be at least another 1000 words.
And “power?” Is it?
Decoder rings that translate the secret handshakes & signs into sense, a plot, a scheme, an arc (of Orcs)… well, the one true ring seems impotence epitomized, anti-allure allegorized, & never not trying to prove otherwise; a hole that cannot be filled.
Or vice versa.
Do you think Gates & Bezos & Page & & & wouldn’t be much closer, if not fully, “incels” without the bankrolls?
(Is that a bankroll in your pocket, or am I just happy to see your bulging pocket?)
(Montezumas Revenge of the Nerds is proving to be very unpleasant.)
Libido dominandi.
And Jimmy Cagney was a Yankee Doodle Dandy. Because, probably, somewhere on the list, probably near the top, that’s where the women, & the money, was itemized.
Willie Sutton mighta been an actor, too, or a more overtly official actor (most “all the world’s a stage”) given the chance. Instead he wound up robbing banks.
Cuz that’s where the money is, he said.
And money’s convertible into women. Into convertibles, too … lotsa women like those.
So upside down, inside out, backwards: “rewop”. Like Mussolini redux. (If it walks, quacks like a dux … there’s gonna be guano all over the place.)
Get those bullet trains (of abuses) running on split-second time again.
Cuz enough is never enough.
It's still the same old story
A fight for “love” and glory
A case of do or die
Casablanca on the Potomac - everywhere else, too. Su casa is mi casa & painting ‘em all red, ink or blood, is fine so long as ya’ll own nada … & are happy (just like the constitution needed that bill of rights cherry on top to sell it).
Institutions, & their defense attorneys (with & without BAR cards, not to mention Browning automatic rifles), are full of institutional wo/men. Enough time “served” on the inside makes the great outdoors toxically inhospitable. Makes the servers that way, too.
Don’t eat there. The line will drop your food on the filthy floor enroute to your plate & the deliverancer’s will spit in it.
Kunstler's update on the Blob in the District of Corruption.
"“Our government has not failed us. To fail implies there was at least a good faith effort to do the right thing.”
https://kunstler.com/clusterfuck-nation/blobitis/
How fascinating and paradoxical that in this post-modern age, which ostensibly heralds the power of the individual story, the individual story is actually being quieted or replaced by the collective power of the narrative... and those whom just a moment ago felt empowered by the expression of their individual story, now tout a narrative crafted by those whom would use them for the acquisition of raw power, against which they thought they were standing... just a minute ago.
Peter,
I’m more than a little humbled, as usual, by your clarity and compassion…
Peace, Isma'il, and thank you for sharing your wisdom. The concept of a charismatic healer holds much fascination and intrigue for me. Of course, beyond its pop-culture application as mercenary cover for narcissistic behavior, one might extend the concept of charismatic healer to more rightfully include prophets -- religious and otherwise -- old and new alike. Your thoughts? Peace...