Gaga Over God

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8LY2VgiikE


Our cultures attempt to inscribe their religious and other values upon us, a language we are steeped in from birth . . .




. . . with a history inscribed with holy words, with zithers, with electric guitars, and with swords and bombs bleeding with ink the color of pomegranates. . .

We Are All Always Already Written

The child is mother of the woman . . .

But what form was our face before our parents were born. . . ?

YOU ARE HERE

Is there a language of immediate perception, free of cultural inscription . . .

a way of seeing and writing freely, with reference only to unboundedness,

rather than back, against our conditioning, merely re-creating its reflection in opposition . . . .?

For The Children




The rising hills, the slopes,

of statistics

lie before us.

the steep climb

of everything, going up,

up, as we all

go down.



In the next century

or the one beyond that,

they say,

are valleys, pastures,

we can meet there in peace

if we make it.



To climb these coming crests

one word to you, to

you and your children:



stay together


learn the flowers


go light


— Gary Snyder, from Turtle Island

Pre-Gaga Lady Gaga