
July 19, 2010
The Rest of Your Life
You have a form of dementia, you have your country’s disease, you reach for something and you can’t remember what it was you were reaching for, you buy a product and a mountain explodes, you flip a switch in your home and you stare at the switch, you can’t remember what you had in mind, but you look in the window and the horizon is shifting, a downward wave of trees and animal life, an eco-system turned into a thousand screams. You stare at your fingers. What happened? What was that sound? You can’t remember. You have the disease that was assigned to you.
You reach for something in your room and you can’t remember what it was you were reaching for even as you reach for it, you are reaching for a mountain, you are about to put a mountain in your micro-wave, you are in your kitchen, you are the big sad all-powerful American, the New Yorker, you are entitled to have your way with the energy around you, you are eternally confident, but you have forgotten why.
You have your country’s disease, parts of your body want to multiply, you are cancerous, you have yellow bulldozers multiplying in your blood, you have coal trucks pounding on the roads of your muscles, you are standing in your home in the city of New York, you have your country’s disease, it feels good, you are warm in your home in the winter, you are cool in the summer, the market is up today, investors have a new confidence.
Suddenly you remember, you remember it all. The wave of mountain life is looking up at you from the electric switch in the wall. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The animals flee along the ridges of skin in your fingertips… You stare at you hand. Will you flip that switch in the wall ever again? You stop in the middle of your New York apartment. There is a birdsong faintly coming through the wall from the city outside. The Earth has come to you, the Earth has found you here, crossing a thousand membranes and borders that were supposed to keep it out in the distance of little photos in brochures, on screens behind celebrities, the distant places the Earth was pushed as America became powerful.
You stop and take one step. The Earth is rising in your body like an electric storm. You are receiving the immunity to your country’s disease. That is no longer your burden. You are aware that everything has changed now. You will fight for the life of the Earth for the rest of your own life.
You reach for something in your room and you can’t remember what it was you were reaching for even as you reach for it, you are reaching for a mountain, you are about to put a mountain in your micro-wave, you are in your kitchen, you are the big sad all-powerful American, the New Yorker, you are entitled to have your way with the energy around you, you are eternally confident, but you have forgotten why.
You have your country’s disease, parts of your body want to multiply, you are cancerous, you have yellow bulldozers multiplying in your blood, you have coal trucks pounding on the roads of your muscles, you are standing in your home in the city of New York, you have your country’s disease, it feels good, you are warm in your home in the winter, you are cool in the summer, the market is up today, investors have a new confidence.
Suddenly you remember, you remember it all. The wave of mountain life is looking up at you from the electric switch in the wall. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The animals flee along the ridges of skin in your fingertips… You stare at you hand. Will you flip that switch in the wall ever again? You stop in the middle of your New York apartment. There is a birdsong faintly coming through the wall from the city outside. The Earth has come to you, the Earth has found you here, crossing a thousand membranes and borders that were supposed to keep it out in the distance of little photos in brochures, on screens behind celebrities, the distant places the Earth was pushed as America became powerful.
You stop and take one step. The Earth is rising in your body like an electric storm. You are receiving the immunity to your country’s disease. That is no longer your burden. You are aware that everything has changed now. You will fight for the life of the Earth for the rest of your own life.


Comments
No, you!
I still remember what the fuck I'm doing.
there are more trees in New York than 100 Years ago.
I don't own a microwave.
I'm not an "all powerful" anything I'm just a guy.
I'm disease free.
Nothing has changed, it's all the same.
The Earth will survive man.
In your quest for content you try to show us what is really important but you forgot what you were writing......
Don't Shoot the Messenger
Peace to you.
Rev. Billy wrote this, and newest choir member, Chude, read this at the 92Y show from a place of love. The venom in your tone is, in my opinion, indicative of the very disease that you claim that you don't have.
Yes, Mother Earth will eventually recover, evolve and survive. But most likely, it will be WITHOUT us. If we can't even respect each other with civility and appreciation as a unique life and soul beyond a dollar value, then consider our collective ambivalence as a species toward a nurturing planet who gives more than She takes, and speaks a language we've been socialized to forget?
The point is, we ALL have this disconnection from where everything we have actually comes from and the price that is paid by Life on Mother Earth -- which includes you and me and the mountains and the birds and the trees and all Creation.
It's deeper than not having a microwave or TV. And if you get it, would not your tone be a bit less scathing?
Do YOU know and realize that -- almost literally -- every time you flip a switch, a mountain in Appalachia paid the price and was blown to smithereens?
Please chillax. Why are you trying to shoot the Messenger? We're all sinners trying to figure this out.
Amen and Awomen...
~Sister dragonfly
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