tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256790269601866735.post6351939612772838354..comments2017-01-23T18:44:26.013-05:00Comments on Effits Undy: Pitching an Easy Ball: Interview with Russell SalamonPressin Onhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02875715937095082907noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256790269601866735.post-14655248143788296822013-05-26T06:04:33.323-04:002013-05-26T06:04:33.323-04:00Pitching An Easy Ball was in 2007; now it is May 2...Pitching An Easy Ball was in 2007; now it is May 26, 2013 and I am in Clearwater, Florida, at my daughter's house for a while. So far so good, and so far so bad--we have screwed up--but we made it through the first half of eternity. <br /><br />I want to catch us in the act of being immortal. We are the active hands of god, which is a pronoun and a verb, and description of infinite ability to communicate and create universes, thus Arts. The higher ranges are possible: Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Shakespeare's Hamlet, Mozart's Marriage of Figaro, Rainer Maria Rilke, Pablo Neruda, Rumi, Lorca, (include your heroes). Quite often someone breaks into sublime ranges of the highest Arts. Some things are extremely well created. (Notice the 50,000 varieties of deciduous trees and 700 varieties of evergreens. Insects anyone?)<br /><br />Materialists do not have life in their mathematical formulas, but they do have miraculous atoms, which spontaneously create great art in chemical brains without the aid of spiritual beings. Amazingly simple, just throw out the baby into Mississippi mud and say mud creates the highest states of god. God is a verb that creates, and the pronoun which stands for our ability to create life. Granting power to life, giving it infinity of forms and brilliance in solving infinite survival is politically unacceptable to owners of real estate and forests and empires. One must own minds and other's lives, thus poetry must go unsupported, unread, unwritten. Miraculous matter does not write poetry; poetry is not needed to carry imaginations out of slave chains into future worlds.<br /><br />But the secret has been out for centuries. Man is an immortal spiritual being in the act of creating the universe he is trapped in by his immense power to believe that things are real; while his left hand is placing atoms and rivers and mountains into existence his right hand lies and prevaricates and bullshits about "How human we all are, one life is all we get because we are brain bodies, not immortal souls." "Science" has proven that stones can not see a soul, thus you don't exist. How handy, mass murder of minds without a shot being fired, but if you act up, we can still shoot you. The greatest inventions of "science"--the dogma, the political definitions of man as cattle, extinction of self, death of freedom--man has stayed up at night conducting reality wars to eliminate the taint of self-determinism, freedom of choice, freedom of thought. The greatest inventions have been denial of truth with the intention to destroy the greatest competition to ownership, the brilliant insouciance of the imagination, the unlimited space at will. The Arts are the future edge of civilization based in the act of communication. And they always bring a future which can survive the attacks of intolerance and the entrenched injustices of past laws and moral codes. The fresh air enters the smoke and pillage of cities and lasts as long as there are breathing minds and eyes that can see future worlds, the minds that can create living understandings--the civilizing ideas, the poetry in the cambium of academies and schools. One must be spiritually literate; one must be able to read minds. Read minds; read poetry. Nothing bad happened, we only died.<br /><br />thesalamonshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10026426575777138052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256790269601866735.post-67571554798231235542009-02-26T21:42:00.000-05:002009-02-26T21:42:00.000-05:00I'm loving this blog!I'm loving this blog!John B. Burroughshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11497208622485346132noreply@blogger.com