This article deals a devastating blow to the threadbare fantasy we still call The American Dream. I did a bit of research (if reading a Wikipedia page can be called “research”) on Stiglitz and one quotation of his jumped out at me. Regarding the Obama administration’s Financial Industry Rescue Plan, Stiglitz has said: “Whoever designed the Obama administration’s Financial Industry Rescue Plan is “either in the pocket of the banks or they’re incompetent.” So: We have a Nobel Laureate economist with socialist leanings suspecting the Obama administration of being in the pocket of banks, while in turn, half the nation suspects Obama himself is an flaming socialist. [In the US, what is a socialist?] It seems to be a person who still thinks a ruling elite of bankers should run the world, via organized crime, but we must not say “Christmas” in public schools, and Gay Marriage should be understood to be more paramount to American freedom than the freedom to feed your family. That’s an American socialist.
I believe that nothing can rescue America’s economy without a deep healing cure that gets at the spirit and soul of the nation. It’s collapsing because it is cynical. Innocence is lost; so the cancer spreads. No amount of shoveling tax breaks this way or welfare the other way will “fix” the economy in a nation that has lost all sense of what it means to be human in the most elemental sense. This “sense” comes from the top and trickles down. Who are we?
Consider the floats of our icons at the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Cartoon figures, only. Very strict policy.
We are given [by our invisible rulers] precisely nothing to believe in, and nothing inside ourselves with which to catch upon that abstraction called the American Dream. There is no standard of ethics, no admiration of decency or restraint, no national pride. We are outside of our own history; We have no idea what is happening or why. We are in precisely the position many nations have been in at the moment they fall head over heels for a visionary, if brutal dictator. Any madman will usually do. But we have never produced a dictator and we never will. Our destiny is to be ground down by invisible forces of freedom-eaters in the form of financial, global cartels, setting life against life at every turn–rewarding corruption, psychosis, brutality, and punishing honesty and goodness. Except for the animals (incorruptible) there is nothing left here that is not infected with the “capitalist” mindset, including love, family, friendship, and even death.
The surveillance state is perfected; It spies on our likes, dislikes, wishes, desires, by way of gigantic vacuum cleaners like Facebook, in order to create an imaginary product that is sold to advertisers.
The poet Ed Dorn wrote:
“Entrapment is this society’s–
Dreams say “yes,” whereas cynicism says “no.” The cynic is driven by envy–wants all things that are to be converted into are not.
Avoid such people like the plague I tell you.
The monument of “NO,” grows and grows into a monstrous thing all industries contribute to. Relationships break at one wrong twist, like junk made in China. Throw it away. Move on. I notice what vanishes: We speak of species disappearing, bee colonies, species of fish and birds. Passion, too, has been oiled. I don’t believe I have heard anybody say the (classic) words, “I am falling in love,” or, “I have fallen in love,” since—since I can’t remember when. Long time ago. First the tradition falls away and then language follows. Planned obsolescence. Just as we are conditioned to buy cheap electronic gadgets and replace them as quickly as possible, we are conditioned to exploit each other physically, then betray and discard. Nothing that existed yesterday can live on today and tomorrow. Discontinuity. Breeding sociopathy.
“Emotional capitalism” was a phrase coined by my friend Sean Westmoreland. Hedging, always, never just giving it up, away, throwing it to the other. Here.
There is one place left where you can escape the sensation of being hunted for your tusks by “the economy” or some advertising cloud, and that is a church. So I recommend going to church. It’s the only place where that ‘something’ is preserved, that feeling of universal connectedness. Stop being so hung up on this nonsense of whether God “exists.” Nature exists. Try to get there. Try to get to the forest. (As You Like It.)
Transform yourself! You are nothing that you thought you were, including bad.
Find love. (I mean something to love.)
Yesterday morning I went out to get coffee and there was a swarm of ambulances and firetrucks around the subway station near where I live. A man had jumped in front of an oncoming subway. He succeeded in getting out of here. He did not make the headlines. This happens all the time. More and more.
There is no reason whatsoever to commit suicide. A kingdom of heaven is not difficult to create inside yourself, but you must be truly exhausted from all else first.
No matter what has been done to you, you can be made whole again. You can generate joy and reverie by making a quiet choice inside to do so. Those who advocate strongly against ‘God,’–I am not at all sure what other game- in-town they have in mind. ‘God’ is just an internalized light that knows something, some news that isn’t in the papers. Joy. Appreciation. The absolute knowledge that we don’t die, because we are made of love and will return to that which made us what we are, all we can ever be–divine energy in human form.
“In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one.” [Ephesians}
“It’s like the drops of black profoundness
sometimes gathered up by the soul,
giving a salutary push: Go!
Inspiration to open your eyes.”
[Espresso, Tomas Tranströmer, 1962]