And now our little world is filled with papa blogs, mama zines, alternative child rearing tactical manuals, a plethora of organic ideas, food and diapers. I wonder, will we remember the beginnings of our humble remaking of the world? Pirate Papa seeks to share a small sliver of life experience with those interested souls seeking advice, common ground, friendly words. Let us redefine our selves, and in so doing redefine the rules and relationships around us.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
smell of wet asphalt forgotten over the hot summer months
me, a child again, learning to explore this landscape of experience
so many flowers in the field and me a bee
you have to give yourself away to want yourself back
'cause the real you isn't the way you treat yourself,
it's how you treat everyone else around you
Curious if anyone knows...: Are there any languages that do not employ possessive pronouns? Or languages that simply do not address the issue of ownership and property with their grammar? We need some new words that don't immediately gift power to one side or the other. We need new grammar and punctuation that doesn't reinforce dualistic thinking. Americans want to own it all. From an early age our capitalist empire encourages this mode of thinking, look at our valentines: Be Mine. Look at a Monopoly board, look at the absurdly evil infrastructure built up around law and real estate, the complexities of a system which just shouldn't be, a system that influences folks to care more about their possessions than their neighbors. We bicker and squabble over fences and whose yard the bulk of the tree is in, these invisible demarcation lines we lend such credence to. Who are we to give power we don't possess (whoops) to imagined linear systems that invariably end up crushing us under their awesome weight.
I'm really Noam Chomsky in the mornings.
There's a frickin' 21-foot sailboat in my yard.
I have twin daughters.
Life is good. I no longer fear much more than shreds of tomorrow, which never arrives.
"Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter,
When the promise of a brave new world,
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?" - Floyd
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