Occupy: Outside the Bubble

23 11 2011

Yesterday a friend and I had a long chat about the rise in awareness sparked by the Occupy movement. About how it’s a questioning process – how questioning involves stepping back from something and taking a good long look (in this case we were talking about the legitimacy of the Fractional Reserve Banking System).

The act of stepping back takes one into another space. Stepping back means occupying the space outside the bubble. Right now, events going on inside that bubble are important – but while we’re outside the perimeter, we’re occupying a far bigger space – the space that surrounds the bubble. A space with enormous creative potential.

To my mind, the rise in awareness isn’t just about realising how we’ve all been scammed by the bankers – it’s also about realising our creative potential.

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8 responses

23 11 2011
Anonymous

the further you are from logic or indeed established fact, the closer you become to the infinite realm of possibilities

25 11 2011
Stray Wayward

Wise words, poetically put. Are they your own?

29 11 2011
sp57

yup

i got a poem tho, that i didn’t write, but it’s good and i read it out loud in school today, it went down Very well.
do you want it? i wasn’t sure where to post it maybe i’ll post it Here.

29 11 2011
sp57

“Rant” by Diane di Prima
a poem from the Beat Generation, 1950’s north America, a time of plenty, when the consumer culture was taking off. Read it out loud to yourself and then do it again. Do it again and really feel the poem. Feel the vibe. Dig it.

You cannot write a single line w/out a cosmology
a cosmogony
laid out, before all eyes

there is no part of yourself you can separate out
saying, this is memory, this is sensation
this is the work I care about, this is how I
make a living

it is whole, it is a whole, it always was whole
you do not “make” it so
there is nothing to integrate, you are a presence
you are an appendage of the work, the work stems from
hangs from the heaven you create

every man / every woman carries a firmament inside
& the stars in it are not the stars in the sky

w/out imagination there is no memory
w/out imagination there is no sensation
w/out imagination there is no will, desire

history is a living weapon in yr hand
& you have imagined it, it is thus that you
“find out for yourself”
history is the dream of what can be, it is
the relation between things in a continuum

of imagination
what you find out for yourself is what you select
out of an infinite sea of possibility
no one can inhabit yr world

yet it is not lonely,
the ground of imagination is fearlessness
discourse is video tape of a movie of a shadow play
but the puppets are in yr hand
your counters in a multidimensional chess
which is divination
& strategy

the war that matters is the war against the imagination
all other wars are subsumed in it

the ultimate famine is the starvation
of the imagination

it is death to be sure, but the undead
seek to inhabit someone else’s world

the ultimate claustrophobia is the syllogism
the ultimate claustrophobia is “it all adds up”
nothing adds up & nothing stands in for
anything else

THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST
THE IMAGINATION
ALL OTHER WARS ARE SUBSUMED IN IT

There is no way out of a spiritual battle
There is no way you can avoid taking sides
There is no way you can not have a poetics
no matter what you do: plumber, baker, teacher

you do it in the consciousness of making
or not making yr world
you have a poetics: you step into the world
like a suit of ready-made clothes

or you etch in light
your firmament spills into the shape of your room
the shape of the poem, of yr body, of yr loves

A woman’s life / a man’s life is an allegory

Dig it

There is no way out of the spiritual battle
the war is the war against the imagination
you can’t sign up as a conscientious objector

the war of the worlds hangs here, right now, in the balance
it is a war for this world, to keep it
a vale of soul-making

the taste in all our mouths is the taste of power
and it is bitter as death

bring yr self home to yrself, enter the garden
the guy at the gate w the flaming sword is yrself

the war is the war for the human imagination
and no one can fight it but you/ & no one can fight it for you

The imagination is not only holy, it is precise
it is not only fierce, it is practical
men die everyday for the lack of it,
it is vast & elegant

intellectus means “light of the mind”
it is not discourse it is not even language
the inner sun

the ‘polis’ is constellated around the sun
the fire is central

2 12 2011
Stray Wayward

‘Without imagination there is no will, desire’ Thanks SP – great poem/rant!

‘Theirs is a battle of the imagination, a battle for the redefinition of the meaning of civilisation, of the meaning of happiness, of the meaning of fulfilment. And this battle demands that the world see that, at some stage, as the water tables are dropping and the minerals that remain in the mountains are being taken out, we are going to confront a crisis from which we cannot return. The people who created the crisis in the first place will not be the ones that come up with a solution.’

Arundhati Roy, in interview

28 11 2011
Dom Strong

Protest and adversity has always needed the rise in creative thought to combat the muscle of oppression, by their very nature suppressive ideals are narrow and lack creativity, ( unless you have a mind for conspiracy theory).

28 11 2011
Stray Wayward

Absolutely. From prohibiting the population to gather freely and dance – to discouraging research into alternatives to oil: oppressive régimes stunt human development on every level. Keep it real? Keep it imaginative!

1 02 2012
francis

Isn’t it strange how words and phrases suddenly appear as we enter into this new space. What do they mean as we fumble with them and roll them about. Fractional reserve banking. .

I’ve been floating along with billions of others not even having a clue about a whole system which underpins society and could ultimately change our lives as it starts to crack.

John Kenneth Galbraith (whoever he was) said “the process by which money is created is so simple that the mind is repelled”. I got this from the crash course by Christian Martenson.

So why weren’t we taught about all this at primary school? Something so intimately connected with our lives. Why didn’t I even here about it? What other gaping holes in my knowledge are there. We were too busy doing the washing up, grappling with work and relationships or too tired or others too stoned to worry about something as boring as Fractional Reserve Banking. And there it is “boring”, but oh so behind the injustices which fill the world.

And yet there always seemed to be something not quite right

And who are they, these people who seem to understand it and got us into this mess and with whom we were happy to go along with? They will look after us wont they? Don’t they care? Haven’t they heard of the word “finite” and that we live in such a world? And the connections with peoples live and the destruction of our beautiful world.

I really like the comments on wayward tales. What a great site.

What beautiful lines:

“of imagination
what you find out for yourself is what you select
out of an infinite sea of possibility
no one can inhabit yr world”

and what wise words

“The people who created the crisis in the first place will not be the ones that come up with a solution.’

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