It's afternoon here - I'm caught up with clearing last night's snow, I've enough firewood for the stove inside for the weekend and I'm resting with the cold that's come to visit, all as a means of acknowledging that my attempt to put words to what I've just read here are coming up short. But here's a few: your writing on this is lyrical, moving, poetic,deeply unsettling of the ever-more-irrelevant assumptions about The Economy that The Man would expect us to accept. Assumptions that we are supposed to accept as though The Market, The Economy, and Wealth 'Creation' are all some expression of Natural Law, like gravity and sunlight refracting through raindrops on a summer's late afternoon.
None of that turns out to be true. All of that is just extractive. None of those 'laws of nature' assumptions bring forth 'the flourishing of persons'; all of those 'laws of nature' "...put persons into the service of things ... to bring about the exploitation of all of creation", borrowing from writer Andy Crouch.
There are a couple of folks in my circle who could absorb what you've shared here; with them I will share your insight. For me, I think I'm posting this on the fridge. Thank you for sharing this.
Tim Long, Just Up the Hill from Lock 15.
PS: You might consider picking up Iain McGilchrist's "The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World; or, alternately, Wendell Berry's "Hannah Coulter". We haven't always been like this...
Thank you for this comment and the recommended reading. I’ve been immersed in experiencing and writing/dumping my thoughts as an exercise. I suppose this is my deep meditation on how wisdom is traded for intelligence. That tension is really what I’ve been exploring in my work. And the transmission is fast. When the words are published in this medium it is quickly fed back into the substrate and the algorithm does its job of recommending the like-minded. My words begin to appear in other works not published by me. In a strange way the more I publish the less I am. It’s a strange sort of disembodiment in and of itself.
It's afternoon here - I'm caught up with clearing last night's snow, I've enough firewood for the stove inside for the weekend and I'm resting with the cold that's come to visit, all as a means of acknowledging that my attempt to put words to what I've just read here are coming up short. But here's a few: your writing on this is lyrical, moving, poetic,deeply unsettling of the ever-more-irrelevant assumptions about The Economy that The Man would expect us to accept. Assumptions that we are supposed to accept as though The Market, The Economy, and Wealth 'Creation' are all some expression of Natural Law, like gravity and sunlight refracting through raindrops on a summer's late afternoon.
None of that turns out to be true. All of that is just extractive. None of those 'laws of nature' assumptions bring forth 'the flourishing of persons'; all of those 'laws of nature' "...put persons into the service of things ... to bring about the exploitation of all of creation", borrowing from writer Andy Crouch.
There are a couple of folks in my circle who could absorb what you've shared here; with them I will share your insight. For me, I think I'm posting this on the fridge. Thank you for sharing this.
Tim Long, Just Up the Hill from Lock 15.
PS: You might consider picking up Iain McGilchrist's "The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World; or, alternately, Wendell Berry's "Hannah Coulter". We haven't always been like this...
Thank you for this comment and the recommended reading. I’ve been immersed in experiencing and writing/dumping my thoughts as an exercise. I suppose this is my deep meditation on how wisdom is traded for intelligence. That tension is really what I’ve been exploring in my work. And the transmission is fast. When the words are published in this medium it is quickly fed back into the substrate and the algorithm does its job of recommending the like-minded. My words begin to appear in other works not published by me. In a strange way the more I publish the less I am. It’s a strange sort of disembodiment in and of itself.
I too will be posting on the fridge…this is not only poetry. It’s music, rhythm and absolutely undeniable. Sending out to many. Thank you.