"THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE"
(Short Version)
by Mario Savioni

I would appeal to you fair brethren of this great country, the benefits of which are the inalienable rights as so dictated in our earliest document, this country's Declaration by the Representatives of the United States of America (Declaration of Independence), which was "Influenced by" the Oath of Abjuration or Plakkaat van Verlatinghe of July 26, 1581, according to Wikipedia, wherein it states: "The Staten-Generaal (the General Estates, a sort of federal parliament) assert that a king is a servant of his people and should respect their laws and traditions. When he no longer does this, the people have the right to choose another ruler." While marriage, war or sale allowed control by Charles V and Philip II of, the general region of Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, a good part of the North of France (Artois, Nord) and a small part of the West of Germany, there was revolt against this control by William I of Orange, who didn't want modernization nor centralization of the decentralized medieval governmental structures, which implied "High taxes, and persecution of Protestants by the Catholic church."

The Declaration also has as its influences: "Republic spirit (Liberty and rights as central values, makes the people as a whole sovereign, rejects aristocracy and inherited political power, expects citizens to be independent and calls on them to perform civic duties, and is strongly opposed to corruption); Enlightenment philosophy (empiricism, reason, science or rationality), whereby the world would progress from a long period of doubtful tradition, irrationality, superstition, and tyranny which they imputed to the Middle Ages, though not from religious belief; natural law, which means Nature, in the broadest sense, is equivalent to the natural world, physical universe, material world or material universe; self-determination/moral and legal right, is that every nation is entitled to a sovereign territorial state, and that every specifically identifiable population should choose which state it belongs to (for instance by plebiscite). It implies that all nations - usually meaning an ethnic group that self-identifies as a nation - have an equal entitlement to a sovereign state. It also implies that no other form of state is morally legitimate - certainly not if it includes an ethnic group who do not wish to be included in it, such that there are universal rights of individuals (political freedom, freedom of religion, freedom of speech); Deism -- religious beliefs must be founded on human reason and observed features of the natural world, and that these sources reveal the existence of one God or supreme being; John Locke said a government could only be legitimate if it received the consent of the governed through a social contract and protected the natural rights of life, liberty, and property. If such consent was not given, argued Locke, citizens had a right of rebellion; Thomas Paine said in his pamphlet Common Sense that the preamble of the Declaration is influenced by the spirit of republicanism, which was used as the basic framework for liberty. In addition, it reflects Enlightenment philosophy, including the concepts of natural law, self-determination, and Deism. Ideas and even some of the phrasing were taken directly from the writings of English philosopher John Locke. Thomas Paine's Common Sense had been widely read and provided a simple, clear case for independence that many found compelling. According to Jefferson, the purpose of the Declaration was "Not to find out new principles, or new arguments, never before thought of . . . but to place before mankind the common sense of the subject, in terms so plain and firm as to command their assent, and to justify ourselves in the independent stand we are compelled to take."

Motivations for the declaration were simply to announce a severance from Great Britain's rule.

At this time, another King George it appears is not interested in the preservation of our rights for whom our government's purpose is to serve us and not the coffers of a taxing and a non-representative body, who would use our people to perpetuate the power of those corporate heads through acquisition of another country's resources (take, for example, Iraq/Afghanistan).

According to a Washington Post report, "Iraq Blames Sanctions for [the] Deaths [of 350,000 Children-under-5]," December 18, 1991) with intent to enslave them to our privatization of what rightly belongs to them.

What I have seen and read in our declaration speaks of a time-past that now reflects time-present, wherein for example, "Future ages will scarcely believe that the hardiness of one man adventured, within the short compass of [six] years only, to lay a foundation so broad and so undisguised for tyranny over a people fostered and fixed in principles of freedom."

I have also read in this document these words: "He has waged cruel war against human nature itself, violating its most sacred rights of life and liberty in the persons of a distant people who never offended him, captivating and carrying them into slavery in another hemisphere, or to incur miserable death… This piratical warfare, the opprobrium of INFIDEL powers, is the warfare of the CHRISTIAN king of [America]. Determined to keep open a market where MEN should be bought and sold, he has prostituted his negative for suppressing every legislative attempt to prohibit or to restrain this execrable commerce. And that this assemblage of horrors might want no fact of distinguished die, he is now exciting those very people to rise in arms among us, and to purchase that liberty of which he has deprived them, by murdering the people on whom he also obtruded them: thus paying off former crimes committed against the LIBERTIES of one person, with crimes which he urges them to commit against the LIVES of another.

"He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny already begun with circumstances of cruelty and perfidy unworthy the head of a civilized nation." (See: The Nuremberg Principles, wherein it states: "Any person who commits an act which constitutes a crime under international law is responsible therefore and [is] liable to punishment." Such crimes according to Nuremberg law include: (a) Crimes against peace: (i) Planning, preparation, initiation or waging of a war of aggression or a war in violation of international treaties, agreements or assurances; ii) Participation in a common plan or conspiracy for the accomplishment of any of the acts mentioned under (i); (b) War crimes: Violations of the laws or customs of war which include, but are not limited to, murder, ill treatment or deportation to slave-labour or for any other purpose of civilian population of, or in occupied territory, murder or ill-treatment of prisoners of war, of persons on the seas, killing of hostages, plunder of public or private property, wanton destruction of cities, towns, or villages, or devastation not justified by military necessity. (c) Crimes against humanity: Murder, extermination, enslavement, deportation and other inhumane acts done against any civilian population, or persecutions on political, racial or religious grounds, when such acts are done or such persecutions are carried on in execution of, or in connection with any crime against peace or any war crime."

Do we not also agree that as Thomas Jefferson outlined our rights and as our government should be so run and our military to be so confined as to be beholden to the people who it has been reported that: "All men are created equal that they are endowed by their creator with inherent and inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness…. When a long train of abuses and usurpations, begun at a distinguished period and pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their security."

Let these be among the discretions of our current king and his henchpersons and let these violations of our and international law serve to pass judgment on him as war criminal and as anti-American, who, in effect, acts as a traitor to our forefathers' intentions.

 

Lying and exposing CIA operatives.

On Jan 31 2007, Jason Leopold and Marc Ash reporters for Truthout.org said that "Copies of handwritten notes by Vice President Dick Cheney, introduced at trial by attorneys prosecuting former White House staffer I. Lewis 'Scooter' Libby, would appear to implicate George W. Bush in the Plame CIA Leak case."

According to the article "Cheney's Handwritten Notes Implicate Bush in Plame Affair," it states that Cheney's notes reveals that he was "Not going to protect one staffer and sacrifice the guy this Pres. asked to stick his head in the meat grinder because of the incompetence of others."

 

Governmental malfeasance and torture.

On August 24, 2005, Marjorie Cohn said that the Army Reserve Brigadier General Janis Karpinski [who] was in charge of the infamous Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq when the now famous torture photographs were taken in fall of 2003, said that "Anybody who confronts this Administration or Rumsfeld or the Pentagon with a true assessment, they find themselves either out of a job, out of their positions, fired, relieved or chastised. Their career comes to an end." (See: "Abu Ghraib General Lambastes Bush Administration" ).

 

Domestic Spying before 9/11.

On January 12, 2006, Truthout.org reporter Jason Leopold said that "The National Security Agency advised President Bush in early 2001 that it had been eavesdropping on Americans during the course of its work monitoring suspected terrorists and foreigners believed to have ties to terrorist groups, according to a declassified document."

In the article, "Bush Authorized Domestic Spying Before 9/11," Leopold said, "These activities were begun shortly after Bush was sworn in as president and contradict his assertion that 9/11 attacks prompted his taking the step of signing the secret executive order authorizing NSA to monitor selected Americans thought to have terrorist ties."

 

Bush's psychological state and ties to poor decision-making.

On January 18, 2007, John P. Briggs, MD, and J.P. Briggs II, PhD wrote that "Because of a psychological dynamic swirling around deeply hidden feelings of inadequacy, the president has been driven to make increasingly incompetent and risky decisions," in the article "Bush and the Psychology of Incompetent Decisions."

 

Presidential abuse of power.

The New Yorker columnist Sy Hersh said that "We are simply in a situation where this president is really taking his notion of executive privilege to the absolute limit here, running covert operations, using money that was not authorized by Congress, supporting groups indirectly that are involved with the same people that did 9/11, and we should be arresting these people rather than looking the other way..."

Hersh mentioned the presidential abuse of power in an interview with a CNN interviewer on February 25, 2007 as explained on ThinkProgress.com, in an article "Hersh: Bush Funneling Money to al Qaeda-Related Groups."

 

Violating International law and the US Constitution.

Free-lance writer Sherwood Ross said "The Bush administration is spending more money (in inflation-adjusted dollars) to develop illegal, offensive germ warfare than the $2 billion spent in World War II on the Manhattan Project to make the atomic bomb."

Ross, in a December 20, 2006 article entitled "Bush 'Developing Illegal Bioterror Weapons' for Offensive Use" said that "Francis Boyle, the professor of international law who drafted the Biological Weapons Anti-Terrorism Act of 1989 enacted by Congress [said] the Pentagon 'is now gearing up to fight and "win" biological warfare' pursuant to two Bush national strategy directives adopted 'without public knowledge and review' in 2002.

 

Bush's policy likeness to Hitler's.

A reader (SL) from Wisconsin submitted content for the article "The Bush Hitler Thing." He saw parallels with Bush's policies and behavior with that of Hitler. - 09 January 2004.

 

On Bush's smoke screen over the Effects of Global Warming.

Truthout.org UK correspondent Chris Floyd said "The good folks at AEI - whose members were instrumental in bringing us the 'splendid little war' in Iraq and are now agitating for an even more glorious bloodletting in Iran - are offering scientists and economists $10,000 each (plus extras) to tear down the IPCC report and snow job the hoi polloi into believing that the crack pipe of the Carbon Era will never be empty."

Floyd's statement comes from the article "Bush Backers Offer Payoffs to Undercut Global Warming."

 

Bush's selling out of the social security system to his stock market brethren.

Allan Sloan said "Last year, even though Bush talked endlessly about the supposed joys of private accounts, he never proposed a specific plan to Congress and never put privatization costs in the budget. But this year, with no fanfare whatsoever, Bush stuck a big Social Security privatization plan in the federal budget proposal, which he sent to Congress on Monday."

In "Bush's Social Security Sleight of Hand," Sloan writes "His plan would let people set up private accounts starting in 2010 and would divert more than $700 billion of Social Security tax revenues to pay for them over the first seven years."

 

Constitutional Role of the President, war in Iraq, manipulation of intelligence, torture, and retaliation for criticism.

John Nichols on December 9, 2006 said that Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney accused the president of failing "To preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States; he has failed to ensure that senior members of his administration do the same; and he has betrayed the trust of the American people."

Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney's rationale, according to Nichols in an article entitled "A Closing Call for Impeachment" in the Nation magazine was that President George W. Bush "Disregarded the rule of law and his Constitutionally-defined responsibilities."

 

Bush's Actions and Blowback.

Chalmers Johnson wrote that as "A domestic democracy and a foreign imperialist," America has involved itself in does not just mean retaliation for things our government has done to, and in, foreign countries. It refers specifically to retaliation for illegal operations carried out abroad that were kept totally secret from the American public."

Johnson, in his article Empire v. Democracy: Why Nemesis Is at Our Door, said that "Operations have included the clandestine overthrow of governments various administrations did not like, the training of foreign militaries in the techniques of state terrorism, the rigging of elections in foreign countries, interference with the economic viability of countries that seemed to threaten the interests of influential American corporations, as well as the torture or assassination of selected foreigners. The fact that these actions were, at least originally, secret meant that when retaliation does come - as it did so spectacularly on September 11, 2001 - the American public is incapable of putting the events in context."

 

Bush's Policies in Iraq and how it has advanced Terrorism Worldwide.

Peter Bergen and Paul Cruickshank said that the effect of Iraq is that "War Has Increased Terrorism Sevenfold Worldwide."

In the article of the same name: "The Iraq Effect: War Has Increased Terrorism Sevenfold Worldwide," Bergen and Cruickshank said "The president's argument [that terrorists would be drawn to Iraq, where they would perish] conveyed two important assumptions: First, that the threat of jihadist terrorism to U.S. interests would have been greater without the war in Iraq, and second, that the war is reducing the overall global pool of terrorists."

 

Bush as King and our military installations in Iraq.

According to Karen Kwiatkowski, "We are in Iraq, we have the finest military installations in the world, the newest military installations in the world, and we're not leaving them. We're not turning them over to a Shiite government, we're not turning them over to a Sunni government, and we're not turning them over to a Kurdish government. We're not doing that. They are American bases. We've got our flag there. And this is kind of the way they used to do things, I guess back in the Middle Ages. Maybe the Dark Ages. A king decided he wanted to go do something, he went and did it. And this is George Bush. We call him an elected president. I mean, he's operating much as kings have operated in the past."

 

Bush and the effect of his economic policies on the poor.

"The number of Americans living in deep or severe poverty has reached nearly 16 million. A new analysis by the McClatchy Newspapers found that the number of severely poor Americans grew by 26 percent since 2000. During this time period, the share of national income going to corporate profits has dwarfed the amount going to wages and salaries."

 

Bush and his admittance of guilt as to Geneva Convention Violations.

In an article entitled "Bush admits to CIA secret prisons" relays that "President Bush has acknowledged the existence of secret CIA prisons and said 14 key terrorist suspects have now been sent to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba."

On 7 September 2006, the BBC announced that "Khalid Sheikh Mohammed: Alleged mastermind of 9/11; believed to be the Number 3 al-Qaeda leader before he was captured in Pakistan in 2003; Abu Zubaydah: Alleged link between Osama Bin Laden and many al-Qaeda cells before his capture in Pakistan in 2002; Ramzi Binalshibh: One of the alleged masterminds of 9/11; Hambali (Riduan Isamuddin): Alleged senior leader in Jemaah Islamiah (JI); wanted by Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore and the Philippines in connection with blasts" were incarcerated at Guantanamo.

 

Bush and the will of the people (free and open elections; free speech; and rule of law).

Edward M. Kennedy in his article "Demeaning Democracy," Sunday 13 August 2006, said that Cheney had gone too far when he said that the Connecticut Democratic primary might encourage the al-Qaida types who want to "Break the will of the American people in terms of our ability to stay in the fight and complete the task."

The implication of Cheney's words, according to Kennedy was to "Insinuate that anyone who votes against them is giving aid and comfort to the terrorists."

 

Bush and Blaming Immigrants for Job Loss to U.S. Citizens.

San Francisco Chronicle reporter Tyche Hendricks, Tuesday, February 27, 2007 said that Californian immigrants do not hurt wages for U.S. workers. U.S.-born workers and immigrants do not compete for the same jobs, Hendricks said, nor do they depress the wages of the U.S.-born, according to a new study by the Public Policy Institute of California.

 

Bush and problems with the elections.

What is at stake for me is that we ensure that all get to vote and that votes cast are not manipulated in any way. There is no representation if this basic right is removed.

The thought that the Republicans would stoop so low as to deny a vote cast or to change it is to subvert the possibility for truth.

Whatever the outcome of a free and fair election it allows for all to participate. The milieu of a place where all have said their peace with that small all-important means is to ensure that our society is operating with all its capillaries and veins and that from every part of the body politic a sense of the health and welfare of the state is attended to. The aorta carries blood from the heart to all the organs and structures of the body. The vote is the blood coming back to the heart for an oxygenation of the needs and wants of a people. To deny that return is to stop the flow and a part of the heart dies. And no heart can run for long or with much vigor without all of its major systems and byways acting in full concert.

All of our voices, whether Republican, Democrat, Green, Libertarian, Constitution, Alaskan Independence Party, Aloha Aina Party, and the list goes on, almost as diverse as our individual representation of selves need to be heard. No one must go without a voice or access to the heart for its oxygenation, for its bestowal of life-sustaining information as to the health of the entire body.

And for this reason, the means to justify an end to our voting rights, as with the implementation of electronic voting machines that can be infiltrated digitally or by registering people to be Republican when they wanted to be Democrats , or any other means to a single party's end, let that not be the end we seek. But let us allow for every man or woman citizen his/her voice, which is his/her vote.

1. Jeremy Wallace said that the loss of some $18,000 votes in Sarasota, Florida, where touch screen voting took place, is an impetus for lawmakers, such as Senator Diane Feinstein, who as chairwoman of the Senate Rules and Administration Committee, which has jurisdiction over federal election regulations will "Re-introduce legislation in the new year to require all voting systems to have verifiable paper trails."

2. Robert F. Kennedy Jr. said "Congress, always ready with funds for needy industries, swiftly authorized $3.9 billion to upgrade the nation's election systems - with much of the money devoted to installing electronic voting machines in each of America's 180,000 precincts. But as midterm elections approach this November, electronic voting machines are making things worse instead of better."

3. In a November 1, 2006 report by Michael Janofsky entitled "Diebold Demands HBO Cancel Documentary on Voting Machines," reveals the absurdity of Diebold's demands in that they call the HBO film "unfair and inaccurate," and yet the film proposes that "Diebold voting machines aren't tamper-proof and can be manipulated to change voting results."

4. Dan Balz and Zachary A. Goldfard said that during the Nov. 7th election, more than 80 percent of voters used electronic voting machines. They said, "Human blunders and technological glitches (in Maryland) caused long lines and delays in vote-counting." This followed ones earlier this year in Ohio, Illinois and several other states, have contributed to doubts among some experts about whether the new systems are reliable and whether election officials are adequately prepared to use them, according to Balz and Goldfarb's article "Major Problems at Polls Feared," Washington Post, 17 September 2006.

5. Rob Hall said Ohio Voting Rights Activist and Attorney Bob Fitrakis believed that "Massive voter purges in Democratic precincts may have already won Ohio elections." That was in October. As it turned out, Ted Strickland beat J. Kenneth Blackwell by approximately 24%, but only 4 million out of the 11 million inhabitants of Ohio voted.

6. Patrick Walters said that "Voter advocates filed a lawsuit Tuesday seeking to stop Pennsylvania counties from using 'paperless' electronic voting machines, saying that such systems leave no paper record that could be used in the event of a recount, audit or other problem." Walters also said in the article titled "Pennsylvania Sued over Electronic Voting Machines" that "The lawsuit alleges that certifying paperless electronic voting machines violates the state's election code and constitution."

7. David Dill, Doug Jones and Barbara Simons said "Computer security expert Harri Hursti revealed serious security vulnerabilities in Diebold's software. Computer Scientist and Voting System Examiner Michael Shamos in Pennsylvania said, "'It's the most severe security flaw ever discovered in a voting system.'" Dill, Jones and Simons said that "Basically, Diebold included a 'back door' in its software, according to, allowing anyone to change or modify the software.

 

Bush and upsetting the balance of power in the region given Iraqi Intervention.

Associated Press reported on Wednesday, December 13, 2006, that "Saudi Arabia has expressed concern that once U.S. troops leave Iraq that the controlling Shiite majority could massacre the Sunni minority, believed to comprise a large faction of the deadly insurgency that has claimed thousands of Iraqi civilian and U.S. military lives."

The report also revealed that the Saudis are not happy with proposed talks between the US and Iran. -- Mario Savioni, June 20, 2007.

 

 

 

 

“THE ARCHITECTURE OF DENSITY”

Thu, June 7, 2007 - 4:41 AM

The photographic work of Michael Wolf and Edward Burtynsky

I had a moving experience on June 6, 2007 at Robert Koch Gallery, where they are housing the works of Michael Wolf, who is a photographer living and working in the third most densely populated city in the world – Hong Kong (See: www.kochgallery.com/exhibiti...ndex.html and www.artbusiness.com/1open/fi...0507.html for examples of the work).

Besides the images of individuals in their little one-room homes “(100 x 100 (detail Rooms)”: Bunk beds, rice cooker, various plastic bags and food items and clothes, I was taken by what appear the buildings that house them.

In particular, “Architecture of Density #91” was a section of one of these maybe, 100-story buildings, with dotted air-conditioners and color schemes so beautiful with intricacy of the structure and the color applied to them.

It gave me a sunken feeling. I am an artist, and I just wouldn’t know what to paint a building of this magnitude. I realized that there is a formula that always works. Interior Designers used to talk about just “Throwing something together,” and an ex had her house painted by a man, who knew this formula and every house he painted was enviously beautiful. But, of course the fact that he didn’t give it a second thought made me shutter.

Combined with these images of people sitting in their one-room units were images of men and women who copied the great works of known artists and huge reproductions in oils that were captioned as selling often under $100. (See: www.kochgallery.com/exhibiti...ndex.html )

I was sickened by the replication, the cheapening, the poverty, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like the effect of Photoshop or Illustrator on the art world. As a graphic and web designer, I pretty much gave up. How do you compete with formula? How do you compete with scientists who study artists and how they do art and they can replicate what was once original? Even the process itself becomes art, for it has the ability to affect me cathartically.

Artists have the hardest time justifying themselves in a world where so few have money to spend on luxuries? Abraham Maslow said that there is a hierarchy of needs. Basic needs like food and sex have to be satisfied before other, more self-reflective, needs come to the fore.

So, I thought to myself these people are just surviving, how could they possibly know or even care about the subtleties of not copying?

Even the variable of taste as a complicating element to appeal to someone who might buy was nothing compared with this. These people were building an inventory of the icons of our culture and what we, at least as artists, held in high regard.

We see the paintings in the context of the squalor that produced them. We are reminded as artists about our own squalor.

But, at the same time the whole experience imposes a dark cloud.

I feel as an artist, I have no audience. My job as a waiter seems more and more like the entirety of careers. Every dream I ever had is dependent on a long shot that seems to wade in this pool of the copycat and the low-baller.

I see myself as the tenant in these tenement skyscrapers. I see myself in Ed and Nancy Kienholz’s “Sollie 17,” (artchive.com/artchive/K/..._17.jpg.html ) where a man in his underwear occupies perhaps less then five feet, on a bed, in front of a dresser, and before a window in New York City, perhaps.

I visit my mother and find it painful given her ailments and her dreams stacked in a bedroom she can’t get into. She says “If you threw it away you’d be throwing me away.” I understand her, but I also know what it looks like to an outsider. It looks like the cluttered rooms of the Hong Kong residents. Roughly translated it is sadness. We wind down into a little hovel and because we can’t work anymore there’s no means to pay for a dentist or a doctor. The ailments crowd themselves like voices in the insanity of too much information. And in our youth, maybe we’re just too idealistic to see that it’s just a long-shot, think lottery, American Idol, pictures of people in Town and Country magazine or the movie Requiem for a Dream (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Requ...or_a_Dream ).

What is the formula? Someone tell me.

Can dreams still make their way out of such small spaces? Can these odds for success be surmounted? Everything I know and think is captured in the context of two ideas: To write and to photograph. And there is nothing more of the hope I had as a kid not knowing anything about the limits of life.

There is meaninglessness in existence via these photographs, whereas people become elements in an architectural structure that replicates them as ledges or air-conditioners, windows, etc. to an effect dehumanized as an uncle once relayed that all people in the world can be contained in a structure a mile high and a mile wide.

And yet, in the context of the hierarchies established by men in light of population growth, it does not seem possible that men certainly, one man can either insure that humanity remains humane. We may kid ourselves with propaganda and “Pie in the Sky” assertions about the quality of life implicated in human systems, but inevitably there is this sadness felt by the inequalities among men that does one of two things, evokes pity or hatred.

Either response can produce a positive reaction toward wanting to repair relations or ignore them. The bigger problem remains that the problem seems so insurmountable that nothing is done. Perhaps art while testifying to insurmountability can also warn or relate to the beauty of some men’s desires to move in the positive direction.

As an economics professor once joked about the solution to overpopulation, he said if nothing is done, nature takes care of itself.

Edward T. Hall’s description of the explosions of deer’s pancreas in crowded environs relays to the inescapable fact of man’s inevitable ties to his fellow man and perhaps even more importantly to the earth.

Wolf and Edward Burtynsky (See: www.kochgallery.com/artists/...ndex.html ), another in Koch’s stable of artists, establish this fact aesthetically and realistically.

I love and need the artists and the writers. For through their visions, I can see myself. I can feel the pain inside. But, maybe our lives are just a Möbius strip, a Steve Reich recording that loops. I am getting tired making the same rounds into the city. Today, I filled out a form showing an interest in the Wolf print “Architecture of Density #91” and the “catalog” of the show as a whole.

I could not afford the $8650 Chromogenic print of “Architecture of Density #91”, which would be unframed, but it embodied the feelings I was getting.

What’s odd is why an indigenous Hong Kong artist never thought to take a picture of the building he lives in, in a manner that Wolf has portrayed.

They may not see what we see. They may have their own ideas about our unhappiness. What was odd was that an older Chinese man, perhaps from Hong Kong came in while I was viewing the work. He seemed locally-based, well-dressed in an architect’s or in a well-to-do artist’s attire, he spent very little time, dotting in out of the room and before a few images. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he proud of the work as a metaphor for an American’s worry? Was he happy to see Hong Kong itself? Was there nostalgia? He did not seem to be bothered in the least.

A woman, who was born in Hong Kong and who moved with her family a year after she was born, commented on this piece. She didn’t want to be named. She said that there is no sadness in the fact that multi-families occupy these one-room units. Instead, she said that there is pride just to be living in Hong Kong.

She said it was a step-up from China. “It’s where everyone goes,” she said with enthusiasm.

“People,” she said, “will even go hungry just to don a Rolex watch; Hong Kong is status.”

“Besides, everyone works all the time; they don’t stay at home. Hong Kong is active 24 hours a day. People only go home to go to sleep,” she said. “The people in the images are older members of the family, who wait at home for their children. Their sons or daughters work all the time.”

She said that, “Asian people are a very close-knit society;” so living in close proximity is “normal.” “There’s the elderly to take care of,” she said, “and everyone takes care of everyone else; it’s like a village. It’s just like San Francisco,” she said.

“If you go to one of those complexes in China Town,” she said, “it’s just like that.

She mentioned an aunt, who came from China. She had three children, a husband, and a grandmother. The parents lived in the living room, the children in one room and the grandmother in another. “That’s just the way it is.”

“It’s amazing you find that amazing,” she said.

It was at that point that I remembered an answer from one of the tenants to a question by Wolf. The tenant said that he liked living there because he liked his neighbors. My friend was correct. She said, that “The whole floor of people know each other. Everyone takes care of everyone’s children.” This reminded me of Aldous Huxley’s novel Island (See: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Island_%28novel%29 ), where children are free to wander among families and simply sleep where and when they get tired at whoever’s house.

My friend did agree with me that human life was cheap in China and she said that the effect of so much available manual labor created its own social consequence. She mentioned that families were only allowed to have one child and they choose boys, often killing their daughters.

One of the things that she remembers is her mother’s announcement that the boys would be getting the family house. My friend, who is having a house built in the Oakland Hills recalled how the only leisure time she had as an adult was a few minutes sitting in her car in the parking lot of Merritt College.

She said it looks out at a beautiful view of the bay. She would attend classes before she rushed to go back to the catering business she owned. She said that she worked the restaurant during breakfast and lunch, went home to cook the food for the next day and then went back to work the dinner shift. Somewhere in this schedule, she fit in classes.

Later in life she married and she said that she and her “honey” live in San Ramon, where they share a house. But, she says that “I built the house [in the Oakland Hills] with my sister so that the sisters can have a place to go to if their relationships don’t work out”

The house is “mine,” she said. “I have worked my whole life just to have that beauty I saw from the parking lot of Merritt College. I now have a house that has a similar view.”

She talks about the benefit to a male in the family. Shrines to her grandmother may not be kept in the main house of her parents, because the house is her “Father’s house.”

She said that the logic for passing the house on to the sons was that the daughters marry outside of the family.

Noting the inequitable distribution of men to women in current China, she joked that it would be better to raise girls. “In fact, I would just raise girls,” she said “Because…just look at the dynamics.”

Inherently, she said, daughters in such circumstances would do well with all the attention.

The work of these artists embodies the fears we may feel as Americans on the down side of an Empire. America began as a beautiful idea with lots of “open space,” as my friend said and she said I didn’t have to worry about America ever having to succumb to the density of Hong Kong. “It’s such a small place,” she said.

America was established in 1776 with the Declaration of Independence. It grew to eloquent grandness with the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. I still fret that it seems we will not be able to shake the inevitability of one-room tenements. I am only at page 114 of Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.’s Player Piano (See: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Player_Piano ), but I believe I can see the future.

Wolf’s, coupled with Burtynsky’s work are very powerful. Whereas, Burtynsky had set the stage for me as early as March 1 - April 28, 2001.Mario Savioni, 6/6/2007 12:06 AM.

 

 

 

 

Illegal Immigrants and Social Security

How do illegal aliens not contribute to America's social security system?

They pay into a system most will never benefit from since when they work, taxes are taken out of their paychecks. “Immigrant expenditures for both legal and illegal foreign-born Mexican migrants at the state and local level total $11.8 billion, and revenues total $11.6 billion, for a shortfall of about $200 million in costs for immigration, both legal and illegal. The actual purchasing power of foreign-born Mexicans is $51 billion.” (Taken from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Day_Without_a_Mexican )

Most come here to make money because of their country’s financial havoc. Their countries are undermined by puppet dictators, who have been paid by "Highly paid professionals who cheat [these] countries around the globe out of trillions of dollars.... They funnel money from the World Bank, the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), and other foreign 'aid' organizations into the coffers of huge corporations and the pockets of a few wealthy families who control the planet's natural resources. [Note that only 2 percent of the population controls half of the world's wealth]. Their tools include fraudulent financial reports, rigged elections, payoffs, extortion, sex, and murder. They play a game as old as empire, but one that has taken on new and terrifying dimensions during this time of globalization." (See: Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, by John Perkins).

They do not take our jobs. (“Study says immigrants vie with earlier arrivals; Newcomers not taking jobs from U.S.-born workers” See: Tyche Hendricks, Chronicle Staff Writer Wednesday, February 28, 2007 -- http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/02/28/BAGJ9OCI0F1.DTL )

They are afraid at work and that fear bodes well for companies that hire them, because these employers can then undermine the rest of us in terms of economic or social injustice. Instead, if we treated them like the people that they are, sort of like the canaries in the mineshaft of our system blanketing the world, we will see that threatening workers is like threatening ourselves.

As Barbara Ehrenreich author of Nickel and Dimed said: “When someone works for less pay than she can live on—when, for example, she goes hungry so that you can eat more cheaply and conveniently--then she has made a great sacrifice for you, she has made you a gift of some part of her abilities, her health, and her life.”

Meanwhile, the rich are getting tax breaks. “Over the ten-year period [2001-2010], the richest Americans—the best-off one percent—are slated to receive tax cuts totaling almost half a trillion dollars. The $477 billion in tax breaks the Bush administration has targeted to this elite group will average $342,000 each over the decade,” according to Citizens for Tax Justice, www.ctj.org/html/gwb0602.htm.

In addition, Bush’s plan to privatize Social Security would provide trillions of dollars in debt and billions in fees for George Bush’s wealthy donors at financial institutions, according to MoveOn.org (See: http://www.factcheck.org/UploadedFiles/SocialSecurity_WMD.pdf ).

Social security is no longer guaranteed if Bush has his way since his plan would be based on the market, which can go up and down. According to MoveOn.Org, the Center for Budget and Policy Priorities said that “Privatization means cuts of up to 46% in guaranteed benefits.” MoveOn.org also cites “That Social Security can meet 100% of its obligations for the next 37 years with no changes to the current system, according to the Social Security Administration itself.

Further, after 2042, the system reports it can pay more than 70% of benefits even if we do absolutely nothing… People don’t currently pay Social Security taxes on a penny of their income above $90,000 a year….What if they did? The system would be in strong shape long after 2042.”

In other words, George Bush is more dangerous to social security than illegal aliens who actually contribute to it.

Bush Co. is privatizing countries like Iraq to utilize the natural resources that don’t belong to us. And like Chevron, they’ll charge us what we can bear.

You and I represent a market as well as a worker population and soldiers to enforce their ambitions.

Companies that hire illegals do so to bottom-line all of our wages. They pit illegals against us. If we support them, we support ourselves. If we demand that they are treated well, companies will have to pay us well.

“Men who were in their thirties in 1974 had median incomes of about $40,000, while men of the same age in 2004 had median incomes of about $35,000 (adjusted for inflation). Thus, as a group, income for this generation of men is, in average, 12 percent lower than those of their father’s generation,” according to a report by the Pew Charitable Trusts, et. al.

Whereas, the US Congressional Budget Office found “That between 1979 and 2004, the real after-tax income of the poorest one-fifth of Americans rose by nine percent, that of the richest one-fifth by 69 percent, and that of the top one percent by 176 percent.”

In addition, the office found that “Between 1978 and 2005, CEO pay increased from 35 times to nearly 262 times the average worker’s pay,” in other words, “By 2005, the typical CEO made more in an hour than a minimum-wage worker made in a month.”

From 2000-2005, according to the Pew report, the “Productivity and Income Gap Widens Dramatically,” (See: www.economicmobility.org/) whereas median income falls below 100 to say 97, productivity per hour rose to 116. From 1947-1974, productivity and income grew together. From 1974 to 2005, productivity and income grew apart; the differential by 2005 was approximately 55 points or 4 times what it was in 1974.

In other words, people worked nearly 4 times as hard as they did in 1974.

Foreign-born populations, according to the US Census, were the same for 1850 and 1997 at 9.7% of the total population, and the latest results in 2000 were 11.1 percent. In 1970, that percentage was 4.7 or 6.2 in 1980. 4.7 percent of the total population in 1970 was the lowest. The highest percentages of foreign born relative to the total populations were 14.4 in 1870; 14.8 in 1890; and 14.7 in 1910. (See: http://www.census.gov/population/www/documentation/twps0029/twps0029.html )

It’s about class not borders.

It’s about dividing and conquering.

What’s legal? As Slavoj Zizek writes in his book The Parallax View: “In one of his short fragments, Kafka himself pointed out how the ultimate secret of the Law is that it does not exist – another case of what Lacan called the nonexistence of the big Other. This nonexistence, of course, does not simply reduce the Law to an empty imaginary chimera; rather, it makes it into an impossible Real, a void which nonetheless functions, exerts influence, causes effects, curves the symbolic space.”

We have to be careful what we support and analyze what it is we are asking when we call a person, who crosses a border without permission, an illegal.

Read What's the Matter with Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America by Thomas Frank to see who’s representing whose interest.

Our poor, our tired, and our huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door. It sounds less and less like it’s about immigrants and more and more about our own lives.

For as Jefferson wrote to Adams is it not necessary to protect the wealthy, “Because enough of these will find their way into every branch of the legislation, to protect themselves."

And if you know anything about Blackwater, they are preparing (See: http://www.truthdig.com/interview/item/20070330_jeremy_scahill_on_soldiers_of_fortune/).

Note the loss of habeas corpus (See: http://72.14.253.104/search?q=cache:bEotpowaDkIJ:www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15220450...nt=firefox-a .

In the end, be weary about man’s inhumanity to man. Just as you would not be inclined to treat someone poorly, as Americans we are loosing more and more of our rights. The illegals are people caught in the middle of someone else’s greed. Have pity, support them; because when we start picking bananas, sewing clothes, digging for diamonds or oil, you’ll see that it was never about a border but about class and how we treat each other. -- Mario Savioni, savioni@astound.net.

 

 

 

Photorealism

 

-- “A very close friend who happens to be happy once mentioned in a department store that he was going to a party and had to wear a ‘simple dress.’ I laughed: 'What is a simple dress?' I asked him. Then, he explained.”

-- “And you didn’t take a picture.... what a shame…”

 

"Take a picture?"

 

I think all I did was look down in Macy's and try to imagine the definition. Only now, I realize it is like the difference between a T-shirt and a tux shirt.

 

As a heterosexual male, the idea of a simple dress is actually more complicating. Take you for example. In a simple dress, I picture more of the flattering lines you are endowed with. (Less is more.)

 

Now, with my friend - a skinny zonk of a white pasty tattooed and short-haired seeming neo-nazi, I pictured Adam’s apple, Dr. Martens men's boots, blonde hairy arms, and blonde hairy legs in a sky-blue-cobalt cotton dress with one of those square necklines in the back and slight rounded pleats erupting gently from a hemline just below his shoulder blades.

 

He wears a punk bracelet, punk boots, and basically its wrong gender, wrong accoutrements, or simply fashion chaos. He's not simple. He's subverting, which of course is intellectually appealing, but I distinctly remember being saddened by the fact that he was going to have a good time, while I wandered around in my life, like Woody Allen.

 

As a fashion photographer, I understand that. It's about creating beauty and truth. But, the reality of my hanging around this wonderful person, who I do an injustice to simply because I am worried about being construed as a homosexual and unavailable to whom I am interested in romantically, leaves me detached.

 

I photograph as Todd Hido -- www.wirtzgallery.com/exhibit...ame.html or Mona Kuhn -- monakuhn.com might. In the fashion of purpose and the joy of understanding the subtext, I point.

 

I am not interested in the sale of pork bellies.

 

The word "fashion" alone is profound. "How something is done; how it happens; a dignified manner; mode of existence; a lonely way of life; abrasive fashion; habitual practice; latest and most admired; consumer goods; improvisation; trends; frivolity; newness." Fashion is both the wearer and the viewer. There's an internal point and the affect/effect.

 

Oddly, it's no more than a distraction from the whole point. The thought of my friend in a simple dress came as the nightmare of my loneliness. It was to witness Truman Capote (Toby Jones) as he felt triumphant in the movie Infamous after kissing Perry Smith (Daniel Craig). Smith had fallen for the faux friendship of Capote in cold blood as Capote was reaching out to Smith as the last possible hope of being understood. Luckily, Capote in real life felt the robbery he had committed.

 

And so, any picture derived from this internalized reaction could be a subject for "Fashion Photography;" and it's funny as Slavoj Žižek remarked in The Parallax View that a "True permanent revolution is capitalism."

 

I am ashamed by the social-political-personal impotence I am experiencing. I am unfashionable and there is no light that can brighten my future. The truth is buried under so much fluff and stitchery that the nature of my sex is disguised by a preoccupation with what's on the outside. And really, I am a Truman Capote (True Man Kaput). My basic nature is the simplified man, a point and shoot paramour, who stands at a distance from what he cannot have. - Mario Savioni, Mon, March 12, 2007 - 11:08 PM.

 

 


 

 

Burning the American Flag, A Letter to Senator Feinstein

 

Dear Senator Feinstein,

 

I noted your chief co-sponsorship of the constitutional amendment that would have given Congress the power to ban desecration of the U.S. flag and have so composed the following.

 

This whole issue has to be resolved and put to bed given the fallacy it embodies.

 

Your argument that as a young girl the picture of the Marines raising a flag on Iwo Jima gave you a 'bolt of electricity' and made you see the flag as "More than a symbol," should not now preclude you from being able to tell the difference between seeing the flag as "More than a symbol" and so legislating that as the lawful interpretation.

 

A symbol is "An arbitrary sign (written or printed) that has acquired a conventional significance," (See: wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn) which assumes, in your case, that the conventional significance is limited to your experience of the flag.

 

You cannot possibly legislate a particular interpretation, especially since the sign is an 'arbitrary' one.

 

Moreover, the flag is an inanimate object, which if your legislation had so enacted, would have been protected over the constitutional rights of an individual to elect to burn the flag as say for reasons that he/she wished to engage in the freedom of speech, the right to peaceably assemble, and/or to petition the government for a redress of grievances, if any of these be the cases.

 

People should always be more important than things: Flying a Flag over another Person's Rights.

 

The very act of burning a flag is American.

 

It used to be the case that we could laugh at ourselves because we had the self-confidence that our flag would still be there.

 

The flag is nothing but a symbol. It stands for liberty and justice for all, even those who would burn the flag to prove this point. To weigh the punishment of a flag burner against the flag burner him/herself is to miss the point of freedom.The American flag must stand for eloquence of the idea that we have a right to act in a manner that supports our views, to protest, unless we are hurtful to another, but the pain someone may or may not feel to the viewing of an enflamed yard of fabric raked from cotton, the result of dried and stretched chemicals, and/or dyed (changed from its original form), forgets that I care more for the American or No American who burns our flag and his ideas for doing so than the flag itself.

 

The flag is nothing but a symbol that changes with the Americans who represent it. It can never replace the acts that gave it meaning, nor can it stand or have been memorialized unless those acts occurred. No one by burning the flag can erase this meaning, but a person who arrests or incarcerates another for burning the flag incinerates freedom.

 

Is there a psychological law at work in the mind of the person who wishes to stop flag desecration? Is it a person who would hope they could wield power over another, implying that they do not have power over themselves? Is it to blame when sympathies are not shared? Isn't the person blamed more important than the condemnation?

 

I love my country and support the people in it; but I will not support the rights of an inanimate object over life itself. In fact, I do not fly the flag because I believe it is presumptuous. That which makes my country great are ideals that tolerate differences of opinion, embrace all peoples, but it is not so proud as to fool itself into thinking that it can stand on its laurels. The flag is a representation only of success or glory, this country shall be perpetuated in righteousness, not the laggard of blame. Our country's greatness stands on the words of our forefathers and by the actions of good men who have followed them in protecting those ideals, not as symbols, but as actions against real threats. - Mario Savioni, Wednesday, June 28, 2006 12:42:21 AM.

 

 


 

 

The Comfort of Not Knowing

 

Similar to B's experience, as a shop steward who tried to incorporate others in our struggle against the company we work for to obtain a fair contract and to get other departments to join us, we ended up winning anyway and it sent me and a number of other "rabble rousers" into a class of people -- most of us justice knee-jerks to the point of impracticality, odd little people who stand up against injustice or who speak truth to power.

 

What is funny is that the "cool" or "beautiful" people, those "well-liked" and who everyone wanted to be like turned out to be so vain/scared as to not risk their jobs to protect others, who were only making $800 a month after working full-time. So, while people like me maintain our "no-man's-land status," the vain that saw that we were correct in pursuing our views based on a heart-felt certainty, still whirl about either in intermittent hate mode or who outright delete us from their lives.

 

At times, because I understand the truth, I laugh at their ostracizing methods, but because I also have to work with them, all I really want to do is to just walk away because it appears we will have to engage in another struggle given a new management company and I want them to learn that they have to fight for their rights and that their looks or intelligence or their master's degrees are no match for the realities of life in the corporate arena.

 

Eckhart Tolle says that we are the truth. If we deny it, we circulate in a pool of deception. "All your actions and relationships will reflect the oneness with all life that you sense deep within. This is love. Laws, commandments, rules, and regulations are necessary for those who are cut off from who they are, the Truth within." (See: A New Earth)

 

So, while I complain about them and demand that there is a connection between them and my inability to succeed as each new battle presents itself and I think that it is them who I need to succeed, I realize I am an alien, that my life is disconnected from their lives or any other life because "There is nothing that strengthens the ego more than being right," according to Tolle.

 

And so, my only recourse is to rise above myself complaining and continue to act in a manner that addresses my responsibilities to what I know and not to blame others for their "blind-sidedness," whether it is real or imagined. Sure, I may make them uncomfortable, but I would be worse than anyone if I thought I had achieved greatness. Every one of them is really, really great and I totally agree that they are popular for a reason. I realize from this position how even my enemies become my dear friends because as they try to attack and destroy me, they teach me about myself and my fears. Maybe one day I will be someone who is completely comfortable with truth.

 

Tolle said, "Love makes the world less worldly, less dense, and more transparent to the divine dimension, the light of consciousness itself."

 

And so after all these years of wanting to know who I am, what I wanted to be when I grew up, Tolle said that who I am is what is left over when I am comfortable not knowing.

 

PS - Q, I really loved The First Man. What's funny is a Q and I had read it together and she underlined what sections or sentences she thought described me. What is sad is that for her not only was I the first man, but I was also blindsided to her perfection as a true lover and friend. And so as she had underlined: "Later on, he would remember that incident when he came (truly) to understand that men pretend to abide by what is right:"

 

"At eight o'clock, when Jacques entered the store... a light went out in him, the sky had vanished. He greeted the cashier and climbed to the poorly lit office on the second floor... and you saw the result of your labor take shape... But this office work came from nowhere and led nowhere... A mystery was being revealed to him that, despite his many experiences, he would never resolve." (- From: The First Man, by Albert Camus.) - Mario Savioni, 12:36PM, March 5, 2007. All rights reserved.

 

 


 

 

Astro-naughts Lost in Space

 

In "Normal," there is this boring scenery along Highway 5, and the healthy-happy dog named "Horrified," where "Normal" is a perpetually smiling woman with jet-black hair who keeps haunting my thoughts.

 

And you don't want to appear overly-eager and probably have a million times over, and so I guess there lays the rub. No one, despite the assertions that you have to chase the girl, really likes to be chased by someone she doesn't quite like. There's a physical line that has to be crossed before we become interested. I'll admit that.

 

The physical lines are there for me as well, as are the words. She comes across as how she markets herself, "I am just a regular girl."

 

The problem is she isn't.

 

As a "marketing weasel," she downplays her ability with words, as a perfect physical specimen, she hides herself in black, casual attire, and when you meet her, she's warm and welcoming, understated, soft.

 

You want to kiss her. But she won't let you in unless you have what it is she's after.

 

It's probably because I am as far away from 'cool' as I am from herds of people. I don't hang around 'cool' places. I don't try to be 'cool.' I fail miserably.

 

My only interest is in having someone who can write and think, how 'Normal' looks doesn't hurt either. I know the limitations of my imagination. The physical is important.

 

But, there you are. In 'Normal's' galaxy, I am the astro-naught disconnected, floating in space, an afterthought. (This was before I was ever really thought about.)

 

It makes sense now; she's just a "normal" girl, who is keenly aware of the winners and the losers, except that sometimes the awareness is made by a loser and it is from this position that I view my chances.

 

This is the on-going sadness, the facts of life, although you may find someone attractive, there are a lot of things that have to be there to make the connection.

 

I am now the blemish on an otherwise perfect body of knowledge. I reside as an experience, certainly platonic and nothing more if at that, greeted out of kindness, kept at bay.

 

It appears that another winter has come and gone and the prospects for spring are over-zealously hopeful.

 

There is a book I am reading that states: "Beware of people who operate from a position of vulnerability/melancholy, whose truths seem true indeed, because a state of sullenness is not the proper way to view the world; something is amiss."

 

For all the cliques in the world are there for a reason. They weed out those who are unadaptable to a healthy outlook. Beware of the blindsided, who cannot see themselves. And even these "Mario's," who write from vulnerable positions, and seem to describe these situations to the T, they seem to like to view from a distance and the negative far too much to participate in their own healing.

 

So they drift like astro-naughts out in the galaxy too far from earth to recognize what earth may or may not be. Who, it would appear are already dead to the world, but who write about it, and perhaps at some point they hope, there will be someone like them floating too.

 

Someone to remind them of the kind of lovemaking they are setting themselves up for.

 

See: Tarkovsky's Solaris if you want to know what that's like:

 

"Earth to Mario, come in please."

 

("A 'normal' girl is just not interested. I am sorry.") - Mario Savioni, February 28, 2007 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solaris_(1972_film)

 

 


 

 

Overnighter/Carry-On Baggage
(Personal Ad for a Flight Attendant)

 

Hello Flight Attendants:

 

Many of you are highly attractive, and yet in transitional arrangements, spending lonely nights in strange hotel rooms and god forbid sleeping alone, usually while somebody waits at home, but phew who needs that right? Some insecure, overly imaginative significant other, who thinks of you in some concourse making plans for the night, 'sharing' a room for the movable feast.

 

So, how about extending your little lay-over to a fellow fresh meat connoisseur, who only wants a beautiful steak once in a while and who enjoys the pain of the one-night stand as something to put in a story or picture book about the passion and drama of falling in love over and over?

 

Oh please respond and be pretty and thin and totally used to the 'fly girl' routine or maybe not. I'd like to break you in. I just want to get wet and fulfilled without the strings. I so miss saying 'Goodbye,' like a drug addict to a hypodermic needle. And just in case you wonder why, well my mother used to look like Elizabeth Taylor in National Velvet, like Audurey Hepburn in My Fair Lady, like Betty Page in, well, those pin-ups. I don't know if you know the photorealist painter Marilyn Minter but I have a crush on the human elements of beauty, and as a writer-photographer, I need a constant flow of new material.

 

OK, got to go, but leave word when you'll be in San Francisco, so we can hook-up. Who needs long-attachments; I just need some juice from your loins and the flattery of a trophy date for the evening.

 

By the way, I may be getting older, but like extremely attractive men, they only get better with time; I have my mother's genes and her inability to maintain a relationship with the added benefit of a desire to keep things painfully shallow. Oh, but I yearn to relive the euphoric feeling of first love over and over. Please call soon; I am in my lonely room but only for a short time. - Mario Savioni, Feb. 13, '07.

 

 


 

 

Notes on Crash (1996), a movie by David Cronenberg, starring James Spader, Holly Hunter, Deborah Kara Unger, Elias Koteas, Rosanna Arquette.

 

Everything is straight-forward in David Cronenberg's Crash. It's something you would have had to have gone through yourself to understand. Even James Spader (as James Ballard), the protagonist, accepts the hand job Doctor Helen Remington (Holly Hunter), gets from the connoisseur of accidents (Koteas) -- he'd just relived the collision of James Dean, who without the accident would not have become the legend.

 

This is the reclusivity of the underground, because getting off on near-death experiences is pretty much common in a world that lives insularly, like the occupation of Iraq, where soldiers are thrown into something that is marginally justifiable and frankly quite obvious that there is only one purpose, an attempt to secure the oil fields for our nation's consumption (See: John Blair's The Control of Oil), but certainly more directly to fill the coffers of the rich, who bask in a power-driven madness of over compensation and fulfillment of a kind of decadence that wishes it could actually live, to feel what the regular guy (that nine to fiver) feels working in a state of apathy, but how he is karmically invigorated (or is he?) by his self-loathing and blame.

 

It is at this point that you recognize the thesis of Crash. It is an investment in a wake-up call that involves some risk, just about like anything, but it's the Thorn Birds' equivalent. A racing farce into the destiny of urges that bubble up in every one in an effort to truly feel and so what if we cop the feel of our compatriots because only they understand the car ride and laugh at the rest of us in a headlong victory, which kind of reminds me of a William H. Macy film (Edmond (2006)), where he just gives up and stabs innocent people. He ends up facing all of his fears and finds comfort in it.. One of the main constructors of replicated car crashes (Koteas) says "They don't really know who we are."

 

This choreographer of collisions lives in his car, but has a grand workshop in a fancy house of which I am jealous, where the women are sedated by alcohol, and they make plans for a new replication involving a decapitation, a dead dog, and the driver wants big tits "So the audience can see them get all cut up on the dashboard." It's like prostitution, where the half-curious, economically-disenfranchised-motivated are lured into the unrealized lives of their masters. "The reshaping of the human body by technology," which is to say that who we are suffocated by in the environment, we are forced to endure, like passengers. "Would you like to sodomize him?" is a question Spader's wife (Deborah Kara Unger) asks Spader regarding the car crash choreographer given his power over both of them. I believe the psychological basis of sodomizing is to degrade what has power over you.

 

They watch movies of crashes in German both for the educational and curiosity-basis. Holly Hunter (as Doctor Helen Remington) is obsessed, like her life depends on it, getting and giving pleasure, encouraged by the intensity benevolent psychopathology that draws us into it.

 

So they engage in sex on the road. What fulfillment the woman provides and for such a nominal fee amid the danger of it, heightened intercourse between strangers. She looks over at him, he in possession of the ritual required to live life at the fullest. They are crash junky inspectors of the realized, artisans of our culture's demise and injury, we try to get where those have felt, copycats, models, where the victims stood in a dizzying spectacle and some say, don't disturb us and they can barely stand in the back seats where their husbands might never land and so in the fulfillment of the exercise they have sex in the car in a car wash. (Technology cleaning technology, where the curious but frightened engage out of curiosity.) It's a vicious nightmare the cliff-diving we incur to get at the life that's dying inside. Unger is beautiful in her peripheral role having been finally man-handled to the extent of an accident of the flesh. It's painful to watch and so they cross over a line that never would have otherwise been crossed if they didn't first engage the prophetic results of their lives which are a series of ideas eloquently realized on the roadways. But for many of us, it's all just too strange or weird and we realize that what our imaginations provide as realism enough until some force of nature takes over and we cling to our little overdose and then back to banality.

 

I think we finally die when we cross on a line into on-coming traffic and then our friends are curious, at the memorial questioning how we lived, having sex in our back seats to relive we become what attracts us, like ghosts of the types we were fated to become, like Kevorkian supporters in groups of life-testers to where we can finally wear our stripes, until again we test our fates. Lovers till the last breath -- Two people, three, and maybe four in a collective degradation to feel. - Mario Savioni

 

 


 

 

Das Boot, a Comedy of Waters

Understanding where I am coming from in this next ditty would require a knowledge of the website Tribe.net, where I interact with a bevy of broads and when I have to boys, a number of whom would be so inclined as to kill me, most, thankfully, are less inclined to throw rocks.

 

It's the words I can deal with. The rest seems to miss the point. We are civilized aren't we? Anyway, I've been chatting up this girl whose name I won't mention since it serves no purpose. It is merely the fun and frolic of words and she lives miles away and I've tried that kind of relationship, which is more like water torture and aren't relationships supposed to be fun?!

 

So, she belongs to this tribe dealing with colonics and so I get there and its like standing in the middle of a cat fight of terminology and seriousness and I say to myself, perhaps a joke would do us good, which was fine for about four minutes when I was going through the monologue as follows, but then they quickly cleaned up all the evidence like the good medical professionals that they are.

 

I bet even if you forced their arms behind their backs, they'd simply ignore you and smoke a cigarette with the other hand. So, as you will guess "Doll Parts" is the girl I've been following around in cyber space. That's a pretty pixilated skirt that she wears. "Pleated school girl" I would guess and somewhere one would hope there was a simple white top, but of course it's a bit riskier with her.

 

If I'd Only Listened to My Better Judgment; see what I get for following a Doll's Parts around? I had no idea I was joining a tribe in responding to her comments. Well, anyway, since everyone here, except me is a colonic expert, I am more into wines and good food. I do like the food to stay inside once I put it there.

 

But, I've had a double colonic or so I believe: Beryllium enema in one door and a suppository in the other and let me tell you, I am glad I was at home. I was preparing myself for a colonoscopy, which was a bit like someone on the inside poking. But, the experience did not arouse me unless you think stomach flu is sexy. I panicked. I felt like an actor in the movie Crash (1999, Cronenberg), one of those mortally wounded, doubled over, bleeding, kicked around, gone through a window.

 

So, yes if I were the client in a hospital and turbulence of that kind was going on inside of me and that many trips to the bathroom and sweating, like food poisoning, were my ritual, then hell yes it's like panic. And if the tube escapes, which is the rough equivalent of no bathroom to run to. It's like having diarrhea on a first date and you are in her new car. That can't be positive.

 

You know I really just thought colonics were clinics in occupied territories and all the people were politically constipated, which of course eventually leaves a big mess anyway. While people panic due to what seems gun fire, and those hearing explosions in another room or down below, leave their lovers to investigate some of the more unusual or unexpected things like an entire tribe dedicated to colonics, which is definitely something toward the other end of the spectrum, like Reactionaries.

 

I am glad someone is in control of the tube and asking about the huge mess it's created. Just look at what's happening in the world.

 

As far as I am concerned, the truth is going in one ear and out the other.

 

[So the Doll responds in a lighthearted way as an apologist to my monologue. I am sorry her words were not kept given my sense of vanity forgets the importance of context, usually. You can gather however a bit of her silliness, something about a boot for my a--, and I am off down another avenue of words with my pants at my ankles. I must admit this entire conversation is a bit out of the ordinary, perhaps. What do I know, I am not ordinarily involved in other peoples' conversations, except perhaps now, and you'd think it should be cleaned up, but what's the fun in that? A joke about a colony is one thing, but a joke about the whole colony is quite another. I believe this whole joke weighs in at around 20 feet.]

 

Typical Doll Party.

 

So, I am going to get the boot? And to think I just got here. As far as stuff going in one END and out the other, I still don't think that's logical.

 

It sounds like an argument from a homophobe; and two ENDs just don't make that right.

 

I do believe you are trying to confuse me with reverse psychology: "OK, this is going to feel a bit different than what you are used to. We are going to stick this Iceberg lettuce into your a--- cavity (Look, Mom, no cavities!) and as it moves backward through your digestive process, well just please trust us, we are sure it will end up coming out the other end just fine."

 

(I still can't picture that: Going in one END and coming out the other END. Isn't that like a story that never begins, or reading backwards, which I guess is kind of like reading a book upside down and through your legs? The thought of which makes me blush.)

 

"Experimental Advancement," well that's scary too. You aren't sure you are advancing? I can tell you any ideas about putting stuff in my a-- are pretty straightforward, except of course that colonoscopy coaxial tubing, which winds its way with one eye glaring through 20 feet of my semi-permeable membrane.

 

Once they pinpointed that I was blemish-free they pulled that sucker out with a vengeance.

 

This is not to say that the nurse didn't have a fine time at the beginning of the END. She got the honors: Little lick of lubricant and then the comment: "This might startle you."

 

But a Boot?

 

I am thinking ski boot with those metallic clip-ons and the spiked soles. My cousin wears the type that keeps his feet warm. But, those are too damn big to use as a colonic. Are you sure you aren't in Home Land Security? And what will the children think? "Come inside and visit?" This really is a strange crowd. How many people do you think you can put up my rear? Some may think it's warm and cozy, but really it's like Burning Man and mud wrestling next to an oil refinery.

What have I gotten myself into? - Mario Savioni

 

 


 

 

This Issue of Anna Nicole Smith (ANS)* has Gone to the Dogs.

Tue, February 20, 2007 - 2:47 AM

Dachsun off. Looking Dachsun. Dachsun, but I believe she left a daughter. Both of whom was not/never will be dogs. But the first Smith threw herself, and was fed as fresh meat to the paparazzi: Some were airheads; I mean airedales. Others were Afghans who hounded her. At times they even Terrierized her. Yet they didn't seem to bother her about her A-kid-a until ANS was Mala-mute. Those American Bulldogs, which I will admit she looked for a time like a bulldog too. It must have been those Eskimo Pies, which are the Pits if you are trying to diet, Stasfforshire. Spanieling on water, as if she were an Anatolian Shepherd, with her flock, Dogtling in Australia with her Basse[n]et[t], bearded cause she shaved as a young girl to impress the Bloodhounds or Bluebloods, I can't remember. Barbara Boxer was an interested party, "Geehuahua!" I know, but then the Boxer has always been a Sharpie, A bit like ANS at the dinner table: Chow Chow. Which I know we've beaten these dogs to death, and I should Coolie it. It turns out ANS was a Doll Martian, Who got Pinchered by the boys. There were English Cockers and Flat Coat Retrievers at the door. Some were German, others just had Golden Hair. I believe there was a Great Dane, who came in a Grayhound, joined by a Havanese. And some Irish guy who had to wolf down his breakfast as the bus was outside. Another was too busy labradoodling on a pad in the car seat to see that ANS Had Mixed Breed her feelings about the arrival of all these dogs and Called it a Horse and Pony Show. People were Pekingese over the fences. Some were Pomeranian with long sticks over the Ivy-laden walls just to get a Poodle? Some Rott-weilered they waited outside. There were those who were Saints named Bernard and still another who Took to Tree Walking. I believe her name was Vizsla. She was a good sport: Golden short-haired and wiry, full of energy, affectionate, easy to train, eager to please, smart, intelligent, loyal, sensitive and a quick learner. I liked that she loved field sports and if I was consistent but gentle she'd take to corrections. Vizsla loved children and other dogs, but boy how she would bark at strangers. Sometimes she would Weimaraner at them like a Yorkshire Tory. In all, this post has gone to the dogs. I need a Dauxenation, if you know what I mean. - Mario Savioni

* American Numismatic Society

 

 


 

 

 

Image Shot on Feb. 20, 2007

 

 


 

 

 

Riding My Horse in the Morning

 

I woke to a dream about an undercover cop and his coworker, who for some reason arrested me. He brought me to his apartment, handcuffed me and said I'd be spending 31 days in lockup.

 

I never quite understood why, but I was quiet. I felt I was the victim of an abuse of power, but there was nothing I could do. He went sarcastically down an imaginary line that I felt everything that happens, happens for a reason. The implications of what he was telling me would happen due to his conquest was that I took no guff from men or women for that matter, who were illogical, and I kind of knew, given all the actual stops or scrutiny I had been experiencing of late that something was up.

 

I was getting into the faces of a lot of corporate types and confronting the Bush Administration in my single human way. I did it with intolerance for what was clearly an act of aggression toward a country and people for whom no such provocation was deserved.

 

I could tell by the fact that there was money to be made and that they were changing a constitution, the core values of a country, to benefit their greed and ambitions. They were privatizing all resources, namely oil, for the sake of bartering and selling it and certain of the very rich benefiting, while the innocent in both countries would suffer.

 

Everything was a feeling with some credible resources (like KPFA.org, Truthout.org, Truthdig.com, and Democracynow.org), so I listened to his insults and need to justify the "tough love" as it felt because I knew karma was working, further forging this steel.

 

Books like Heidegger's Being and Time and Sartre's Critique of Dialectical Reason coupled with the voices and works of KPFA's announcers and stories, not to mention a woman, who it is best to keep her name secret, knew the undercurrent of greed that was pulling the rug out from under the truth.

 

I stood calmly and peacefully having read recently in the magazine Maxim that somehow magically appeared on my doorstep that when you are in jail do not be mindful of others, but keep to yourself.

 

There was a code where no law was present. And so I knew if I survived that I was moving closer to my purpose, which was to have a brilliantly-honed mind through both keen observation of universal acts, metaphors, George Lakoff mentioned that negated all forms of authority because as Tolle also said, we are the truth, we know instinctively right from wrong and I woke before I would leave the officer's apartment, where his kid was playing at my feet and I thought to myself that someone had sent him to "scare" me.

 

But, I was working already, turning into a soldier, a member of the Democracy, revolutionary-ready to stand by my country's founding documents of freedom and justice so help me; I am seldom afraid it seems now that my life focused on articulating what I felt was injustice.

 

And so in a way, I stopped listening to the officer as he went on and on because I knew it was all a lie. I watched his actions, for words spoken were nothing if they were not true. Everything he did was for provocation sake. And everything I was becoming as an act would confront him in time, for this was about me and not about him.

 

He was a catalyst for change and I was changing, learning to adapt to a smaller workroom without my toys of access and so I knew I would be left by myself in time. I had no accounting. It was like being sick, so your body could refocus and get back to basics.

 

It was happening right before my eyes:

 

"Yes sir, no Sir." - Mario Savioni, February 20, 2007

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Möbius strip

 

"The entire civilization is losing itself in doing that is not rooted in Being and thus becomes futile." -- Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth

 

"You shouldn’t try to be to be somebody you're not," he blurted, as the woman presented herself as a series of pictures by other people, famous artists mind you or at least they were competent artists and writers, who she had borrowed from rather than attempt to express herself for whatever that was worth and so the fact of her immaturity as a creative person made him loath her even more.

 

He hated people who borrowed from others, for he had sacrificed himself to live in this world. But, it also gave him satisfaction that whatever he was, struggling to express himself here, that it was for the reason of his purpose. He would be the person from whom others would borrow and who vicariously lived through his life, like spectators at a ball game and how he could raise their ire or joy of succeeding and he knew that he should feel sorry for them because he imagined what it must be like living this way in light of a dull job perhaps, somebody else's dreams, and he just knew they could not be happy. They were too far from their creative selves that he just accepted that copying was a form of flattery and that if they ever did use his creations as their own he would sue the hell out of them to get back all the sacrifices it took to become this individual in a world of borrowers.

 

It was they who would look down at him because he drove the '93 Sentra with skin cancer or who carried plates to their tables and served their children and who was a second-class citizen to their self-sacrificed lives. He was jealous of that in a way. For these people, although they borrowed to create worlds that reflected their personalities, they also raised children or did things they didn’t necessarily like because they knew they were doing it for others. And so he recognized at this point the interconnectivity of people. How on different levels, they were sacrificing themselves, giving lovingly, participating in a democracy of thoughts and actions.

 

It was a paradox that explained how he was still single at 46. How he hadn't been on vacation for twelve years, how lovers were temporary, if at all, and how he felt in the material world, as a complete stranger, out of touch, but at the same time he was always growing, one creative project at a time, each page he would fill with the road map to his own self-realization. "But, when will this pain ever end?" he asked. "When am I supposed to be recognized for the great man that I am?” and just as he said this, he remembered what Eckhart Tolle had said: "There is nothing that strengthens the ego more than being right," and as he acknowledged this he understood purpose and Being. It would always be his role to create and to share, to give freely, and that he was meant to be a leader in a borrowing world. Still, he must rise above this conceit, for as Tolle had said, “You are the Being behind the doing…. You are the alertness, the stillness, the Presence that is listening, looking, touching, even speaking.” And this was life itself, a curious Möbius strip of our lives intertwined and organically taught. And he thanked Tolle for his sacrifice. We are all beholden to each other, he realized, whether positive or negative, we use each other to contextualize our lives and respond, for isn’t life an act of becoming?

 

He rested for a time in the realization of this definition of purpose, but he was still edgy, unsatisfied, longing to be with someone who could love him. But, even in that he knew it was a paradox, for deep, was the core of his insecurities. They kept resurfacing like remoras to the shark of his understanding. He was both man and frightened child, the product of a billion decisions of thoughts and actions that would both haunt him and appease him simultaneously. But, what bothered him most was that he was no different than the man or woman sitting next to him, for they too were perplexed by the same thoughts. – Mario Savioni, Feb. 19, 2007.

 
   
 

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