1395871_10151642745860974_1178397544_n.jpgSURFING ON WARM, RISING OCEAN WAVES WITH THE UNITED NATIONS CLIMATE CHANGE REPORT. This morning I'm up at 3:30, listening to the BBC talk about the Australian fires, then turn that off. Prefer this silence. The loudest thing is the ringing in my ears, from my day in the city. After the climate report's release two weeks ago, overwhelmed by the twerking of John Boehner, there is an ominous silence settling over things. Sometimes the lack of leadership in the world - ABOUT the world - makes me do a slow double take. Really? Are we really set adrift? Are you politicians really in the pay of the fossil cartel and the banks? Is it really that simple? And all the thousands of earth scientists saying how bad things are in unison, like a big international choir with towering harmonies - that unprecedented message and years of taking the Earth's pulse - is it lost in the din of discussion about Miley Cyrus' ass? The report could have been drowned out by any kind of white noise. We won't let the Earth speak to us unless we are terrified by fire bursting from the sky or from the ground beneath us. And though that happens more and more, somehow we capture these disasters, as the BBC did just now in my kitchen, in sentimental tones of a farce. The news reduces extreme weather events to a kind of twerking, just as the politicians reduce it all to wonkish policy. Then we end up sitting in the pre-dawn silence. How can we possibly re-up this report to families, to communities, to culture-makers? Our little group - we will go back into a New York bank on Thursday, probably Chase, with our Golden Toad masks, worn like strange big hats by our singing activists. Hand out the information about the banks investments in coal, gas and oil. Engage the bank workers personally if we can. It is this kind of micro-gesture that we have to believe in now, this hand to hand cultural combat. Earthalujah!

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Sea Level Rises

1394442_10151642717795974_2028145457_n.jpgThe sea level rises in the middle of the sermon about sea level rise. The preacher gets a wave on his backside. I had a copy of the United Nations Climate Change Report on my soaked pulpit - one that was issued a couple weeks ago by thousands of natural scientists, THE GREAT WARNING OF THE GREAT WARMING - but remember the report was drowned out by Miley Cyrus and the Washington DC ship of fools. The trouble is the scientists can't speak English or any other language people use, as in talking and listening and MAKING SENSE. The scientists are the planet criers but their report is UNREADABLE. On the other hand, there is a larger silencing, the consumerizing of our heads, our eye ears nose and throat can't grok the going-south of the biosphere, the human-caused catastrophe vanishes behind a wall of dazzling products, featuring special-effect apocalypses, big video games that give us the chills. We log on to the scary ride, and our real-world world-ending crime disappears. We have a moat of corporatized violence around our senses. So, The Church of Stop Shopping - in our terror - we decided to embrace the surf. We followed the Pillar of Fire across the sands of Coney Island and let the Atlantic get in the way of our Promised Land. God said he would save us from the wilderness but the wilderness chased that simple bully away. (The ocean was destructive here Coney, a year ago. Sandy's surge rose up till she was waist deep on the second floor, and it chased our friends the freaks out of the sideshow on Surf Avenue.) Oh what a great Saturday afternoon. We preached as the acidifying heating-up sea kept rising. We had to stop our shoot and move our stuff higher up on the beach. Playing with the edge of the briny apocalypse, shouting, shouting for that phrase that will ring out to our drowning city. EARTHALUJAH!

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In Our Song "Revolution"

1390660_10151626486340974_2002563480_n-1.jpgIn our song "Revolution" - we have a line "There is something the Information Age cannot say / Climate Change kills the poor every day." We treat the Information Age as a single entity, a meta-personality, and we give Climate Change the same personhood - as if that big gassy being has murderous intentions. This device comes to us as a perspective-gift from First Peoples, who turn apparently inanimate objects into beings. And it comes to us from poets. By giving a motive to something inanimate, conscious thought to the jet streams - we can see things in a very different way. God knows we need a new lens to look through. At this point, something is so wrong with the way humans see - that we cannot give witness to ourselves as a species. We are incapable of pointing out that the physical life of the Earth is shifting under our influence, veering off apocalyptically, and that millions will die. In fact, Climate change and the economy based on carbon dioxide emission is directly related to five million deaths a year, mostly the poor in the global south, according to a study from DARA's "Climate Vulnerability Study." The emergency was most powerfully described in the new climate report released by UN last week. But its release was squeezed by Syria on the early end and later by the Washington shutdown. But a pre-industrial native would look at the warming wind and say something like "The sky is angry with us." Then the report is free of the news cycle. And then suddenly, our personal response is possible. We can take an action in a grand story where we are still players, and maybe it isn't too late, and we can argue with the sleek and powerful Information Age, and we can stop adding fire to the Earth's warming, and not out of policy but out of love we can cool the angry sky.

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The Bad Puns of HSBC

For those of sinners who still fly - we know the bad puns of the HSBC. The advertising campaign that traps travelers in the "jetway" - the hallway on wheels, wheeled up between the gate and the jet, where we stand in our last line before sitting in the airplane itself.

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A Place To Be Brave

1209397_10151558211940974_1964632941_n.jpgLet me get this straight: the Earth must kill off a lot of us. Flood, fire, starvation and disease, superstorms... Meanwhile the poor are dying and the rich are obscene. In the Church of Stop Shopping we watch the world crisis through the kaleidoscope of bio-diversity. So - the death wave, the extinction spike - is our Devil's sign. Oh but we're think-tanking, praying, shouting and drinking at Coney Island, trying to come up with a PLACE TO BE BRAVE. Tiananmen Sq, Syntagma of Athens, the Indignada of Madrid, Tahrir and Zuccotti and Gezi... these revolutions may be stillborn but they started us down the road. Any resistance now - and any response to climate change - without the gift of those communities, is nonsense. Now the commons is surrounded by Darth Vaders. 

We need new bravery places, Amen? Our new gambit: Preach and sing in every JPMorgan Chase in New York. At each stop, offer the news about a threatened or extinct life form. As security and loan officers and tellers gape, we offer the dismal facts about, say, the Mexican Gray Wolf. And we designate this animal as the sister species of their particular bank. We give them a big color photo, some good howls, and we're out the door. But not until after those bankers get good and wolf-spooked. (Maybe certain banks could receive special return visits by by their new wild relatives in the form of hard-to-find howling speaker systems... planted in the ficus plants...)

We have about a Chase banks in NYC, so there will be lots of dead and dying species left over. We'll have to move on to Bank of America... One measure: Getting arrested and carted off to our local jail, which is called "The Tombs," would sort of make sense, wouldn't it? Given our theme? Tell me faithful church, tell us what you think.

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Frog Sex In The Lobby

1009864_10151538123165974_144791647_n.jpg"THERE'S FROG SEX IN THE LOBBY!" Meetings of senior officials in the Church of Stop Shopping are asking the question - what will it take to break through? The decades of bamboozling our higher brain function with celebrity eye contact, the psychic Ponzi schemes of products and plastic, and Disney's flying pink mind-killing elephants - all this leaves us in suspended animation called Consumer Consensual Hypnosis. We are uniquely qualified to kill the planet and pretend it isn't happening. Face it. We are the sleeping meat of history. It is over for us as of now. 

I just walked through my neighborhood in outer Brooklyn at 4 AM, walking on the dark sidewalks of the sleepers, and it felt the same as broad daylight. We're asleep. We're dreaming in bed and we're dreaming walking in revolving doors in suits. WE ARE ALL DREAMING THE SAME DREAM. 

We stand reverently in the banks to finance our slow nightmare. We hand over our money to people who actively promote our death. Forget "Where's the outrage." Let's go to "Where's the FROG SEX." Forget "We need to wake up." More like: "Extinct amphibians need to block the cash machines." What was Hurricane Sandy trying to say if not "Concentrate less on credit derivative swaps and more on the RESURRECTION OF A WET FLUORESCENT MONSTER. Earthalujah!

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Four Types Of Smiles

1148868_10151515510620974_246942922_n.jpg1) True smiling, like the delight we are born with. 2) Smiling-for-power, as with brand mascots, fashion models, online avatars, and employees working in customer service jobs. 3) The Smiling-of-Power. The dangerous smile of the ego’s self-satisfaction when its power is increased. Think Jamie Dimon. 4) The Smiling-of-Denial. Smiling endlessly for cheap cameras, hiding the fact that you bored in the middle of the Disneyland.

Those are the four types of smiles identified by my friend Dr. James Freund from Lancaster University. I wonder if my own smile has some elements of all four of your categories, Jim, or maybe I go from type to type as I go through my day. I don't want to feel bad that I smile. I like to smile. I smile when there's no reason sometimes - to feel better? To cheer up the people around me. Sometimes it's all I've got to give others. Or I might try to smile after sadness passes, and smiling-while-sad can be good, too. I would like to have that child's true smile always there, inside, nearby - even if I'm standing on a bull-dozer, or in a bank lobby with a radical amphibian, or in a jail cell. That smile is an original creation gift. Don't want to grow out of it. I know that feeling happiness can be a vanishing promised land when you try to live the moral life, especially an activist moral life. That's why activists should work in loving groups. An activist shouldn't isolate - with the state of the world so depressing. Amen?

Of course I have a true smile offered to me from Lena's 3 year old face. It's a powerful burst of sunlight. Although Lena can darken on a dime into a storm of true crying! Watch out! Earthalujah!

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My Friend

19054_227749500973_2370033_n.jpgI am on the F Train. The intercom says that we have an important announcement from the New York police. “Keep careful watch over your belongings. Protect yourself.” I look down at my backpack between my feet. The intercom starts talking again. “Backpacks are subject to random search by the New York police.”

I’m coming from visiting my friend. She’s in the hospital, in the burn center, not conscious. She’s bravely surviving, surrounded by loved ones and hooked up to sophisticated machines. The man sitting next to me in the subway car interrupts. He’s struggling to stand up as the train slows down. He’s pulling on his leg. We stop at Jay Borough Hall and the doors open. The man can’t get up. He won’t make it to the door in time. 

The man is limping toward the opening. What’s wrong with his leg? The door remains open for him. The intercom says “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been held momentarily by the train’s dispatcher. Please be patient.” He made it. I watch him struggling across the concrete platform, toward the steps up to the daylight. 

It seems like everything must be a cliff-hanger today. Just now, in the famous season of hope – all the pain and suffering is real. Real and nearby. Pain is making its choices. I can’t filter out how fragile we all are. And I wonder what my friend is feeling, in her motionless coma, dreaming beneath the surface of the painful fire. 

She has taken my senses like swooning special effects in a film. I’m drifting with her under the casually violent city. Will this tunnel be ripped open and my loved ones smile brightly in at me? I’m down here sitting in this haunted subway as it disappears into the side of Brooklyn. 

My backpack is on my lap. A Christmas gift is inside. So, as I shoot through this hole to Coney Island – what if I take out this little box and hold it in my hand. I know even before I open it that it is the perfect gift. The gift we all want. That’s right, it’s the cure to pain and suffering. It isn’t a drug. It is the complete cure to death and all the pain that precedes it. It is life. Life in a box. I don’t even have to open it. I know what it is. I can take it to my friend

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Who's the Government? Who's the God?

18754_218196795973_2392430_n.jpgChristmas itself gives us the reason for our activism. The nativity story is indigenous, pantheistic and it is radical. Animals with intelligent eyes surrounding a newborn whose mother made love to the power that we all have? This aint about shopping. It’s about starting our culture over. From the moment of that miraculous thing called birth, that glowing spark in the manger… this is not the time to bow down to the old-timey leaders in their bunkers and jets. This is the solstice, when the light and heat increase every day. It is the promise of change and the green wild life of Spring.

La Navidad misma nos da razones para nuestro activismo.La historia de la Navidad is indigenista, panteista y es tambien radical. Animales de mirada inteligente alrededor de un recien nacido cuya madre hizo el amor con el poder que todos tenemos Esto no es para salir de compras. Esta es la aportunidad de comenzar de nuevo a rehacer nuestra cultura. Desde ese mismo y milagroso momento llamado nacimiento, ese luminoso relumbrón en el establo…este no es el momento de arrodillarse ante los mismos obsoletos lideres y sus “bunkers” y sus jets. Este es el solsticio cuando la luz y el calor crecen con el dia. Es la promesa del cambio y la vida silvestre y verde de la primavera.

I’ll admit - the back room deals of Copenhagen cast a pall on efforts to change the world for the better. Obama and the Chinese have recast an old Cold War conflict, with the two world powers forcing agreements from their pre-eminent position. This is the exclusive top-down approach in which world-wide chaos – wars, hunger, disease, sweatshops – is an acceptable expense for the corporate boards. Consumerism and Militarism are supposed to continue as the reigning systems. But the force of heat and light begins to grow this week. The longest night will burn away! Amen?

Debo admitirlo, las trampas y manipulaciones que ocurrieron en Copenhagen son un revés para los esfuerzos por mejorar el mundo. Obama y los dirigentes chinos han vuelto a poner el mundo en una situación como las del tiempo de la Guerra fria, con los dos superpoderes forzando acuerdos desde su privilegiada posición. Esta es la inflexible politica verticalista en la cual el caos global, las guerras, el hambre la enfermedad y los “sweatshops” no es un gasto que el Directorio de las corporaciones acepte. El Consumismo y el Militarismo deben continuar siendo los sistemas imperantes.Pero la fuerza del calor y la luz comienzan a aumentar esta semana. La mas larga de las noches ardera para siempre en los colores del alba! Amen? 

We didn’t have the money to fly to Copenhagen from New York. (And they haven’t invented a veggie-fueled jet yet, either.) But as people return we hear vivid accounts of new relationships, movements, alliances between the global south and north. All the culture that Obama and Clinton did not acknowledge does in fact exist – is born and growing. The secrecy and isolation of the Chinese/Obama meetings says it all. The rest of us are waiting outside, with the rising seas, the fires and droughts and freak storms. It is dawning on us that the Earth is the only government and the only god. 

Nosotros no tuvimos dinero para volar de Nueva York a Copenhagen. ( y todavia no han inventado el avion alimentado a combustible vegetal) Pero a medida que los que fueron retornan, oímos vívidos relatos de nuevos movimientos vínculos y alianzas globales entre el sur y el norte. Toda esa cultura que Obama y Clinton prefirieron ignorar, es concreta y real , existe. Ha nacido y está creciendo. El secreto y el aislamiento de las reuniones entre Obama y los chinos , lo dice todo. Nosotros,el resto del mundo estamos afuera esperando, con las mareas en levante, y los incendios y las sequías y las tormentas del calentamiento. Está empezando a amanecer en nuestra conciencia colectiva, la claridad de una idea: la Tierra es nuestro único dios y gobierno.

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Barack Obama

Barack Obama inherits the limbo Hell of exhausted imperial macho-ness, and lets the end of the world define him, when he only talks to the powerful and leaves in the dark the poor nations, the imaginative and brave activists and the planetary witnesses that we might call LIFE ITSELF.

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