Monthly Archives: November 2016

After Byzantium… The New Way

I’ve been reading a book titled, The Battle of Lepanto… It is about a naval battle between the Ottoman Empire and an alliance of western powers. It is cited as the beginning of the ascendance of Europe over these eastern empires. One tidbit attracted my attention… when the Ottomans conquered Constantinople in 1453, they had been a land power… with the taking of this capitol of empire, they were thrust into a naval world. Constantinople sat at the confluence of land and water routes, a commercial giant for centuries. And water routes accelerated and extended a societies reach by a force of ten. However, when the Ottomans, with their new navy, met the Venetians in naval engagements, they needed at least a force of two to one against the tiny little city state of the Republic of Mark. Why? Because naval technology and culture, naval skill-craft, took centuries to develop. Just imagine all that complex rigging just to move the sails about, and then consider the enormity of natural phenomena to negotiate–without even taking into consideration naval battle strategy and tech.

When I think about our culture… I am constantly transported to the idea of Machu Pichu. A place where centuries of societal refinement battled the scarce resources against the threat of starvation and societal collapse by ingeniously managing the element most vital to that communities survival, water. Every drop was guided and diverted and utilized in a complex of labyrinthine tiered garden beds the elegance of which is enough to mirror the Cathedrals of Europe. But eventually, these ideas return me to the stark contrast posed against the backdrop of our own society. It is the circus and marketplace which seem to be the alters of worship behind the veils of ego and kitsch.

Our naval skill-craft, our horticultural elegance is expressed in tricking a young man to hawk cars to his own neighbors by manipulating their vanity and pressuring their sense of consideration into capitulation for the wealth of a far off corporate headquarters more concerned with putting out 23 useless versions of a financial ball and chain to burden the citizenry into spending much more than is necessary for a necessity of life–conveyance to and from work. If we had 5 car types from each company and highly regulated technology introduction… cars could be on the market and off the lot for as little as 5 thousand a piece rather than an average cost of $33,000.

Our communities look like cookie cutter wet dreams of rag and bone men.. six lanes of traffic bounded by acres of unused treeless parking lot, where the only green space is easement between lot and street, for big box stores which leave behind little more than the ability to work a cash register and funnel the wealth out of our communities nickle and dime at a time to far off accumulations used to elect our leaders and sway public policy to assure that societal elites have a greater share each quarter to keep them in their gated communities, with private police forces for each of their eighteen homes! It’s not just absurd… it is simply idiotic.

Meanwhile, they pay the way for economists who are so clueless about their own “science” as to lack the basic understanding that capital to wages and salaries requires a regulated balance to fend off economic crisis! They may as well be wearing pointed caps adorned with crescents and stars, donning long cloaks and waving wands about for all the use they are!

It is enough to make a guy want to sink his head into a bottle, bowl or ass!

But then I come across these simple permaculture videos… and I see simple, sincere, forthright young men and women… not entirely unwittingly, laying the ground work for the new Christianity to supplant the barbarity of Rome with simple thoughtfulness and effort. blazing a trail, embarking on the development of cultural strategies to remove the hand of Mammon from our shoulders and throats… and in such a way that those foul minions will never see you, (us), coming. Who knows what strategies and forms your, (our), efforts will one day produce?

Thanks guys.

CF Jurgus

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Hallelujah / Leonard Cohen ~RIP~

Hallelujah / Leonard Cohen

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya’
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throat, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Now maybe, there’s a God above
All I ever learned from love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
But it’s not a cry that you hear tonight
It’s not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light
No, it’s a cold and very broken, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Babe I been here before
And I want this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Listen, love… Love isn’t some kind of victory march
No, it’s a cold and it’s a very lonely, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
There was a time that you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now, you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when i moved in you
And the Holy Love she was moving too
And every single breath she drew a Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
(You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I could not feel, so I learned to touch
I told the truth, I didn’t come… to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand right here before the lord of song
w/ nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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Don’t Go Home w/ Your Hard On / Leonard Cohen ~RIP~

Don’t Go Home w/ Your Hard On / Leonard Cohen

I was born in a beauty salon
My father was a dresser of hair
My mother was a girl you could call on
When you called she was always there [Repeat: x5]
Ah but don’t go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can’t shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can’t melt it down in the rain   x3
I’ve looked behind all of the faces
That smile you down to you knees
And the lips that say, Come on, taste us
And when you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please  x3

Ah but don’t go home with your hard-on
Here come’s your bride with her veil on
Approach her, you wretch, if you dare
Approach her, you ape with your tail on
Once you have her she’ll always be there
Once you have her she’ll always be there [Repeat: x4]
Ah but don’t go home with your hard-on
So I work in that same beauty salon
I’m chained to the old masquerade
The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone
I follow my father’s trade
I follow my father’s trade
Yes I follow my father’s trade
Yes I follow my father’s trade
Yes I follow my father’s trade
Ah but don’t go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can’t shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can’t melt it down in the rain [Repeats]