In Defense of (Just) Being
By D. H. Garrett
“We need to move
beyond the Christian fantasy that we are a completely good and benign presence
on the planet, that we are somehow God’s chosen species, with a free pass to do
whatever we want, regardless of the consequences. We should think about how we can be less
ego-centric, and seek to balance our technological advances with tending to the
well-being of the earth, other cultures, and one another. We should consider
how to create more happiness and harmony in the world, and a little less
profit.”
Salvatore Folisi “Eros Over Logos”
I am a poet
because they are short (the poems that is: the stature of poets as they extend
into the metaphysical and metaphorical realms, is no doubt, immeasurable). Frankly, the only long form I have any
enthusiasm for these days is making love, though my wife of course from time to
time may beg to differ. You might say
that I, and my fellow artists, bohemians, whathaveyou and many of the downright
impoverished (by a measurement we reject) who make up most of the world’s
humanity, are all lost to the great engine-ing maws of capitalism and
corporatism: the so-called marketplace, that abattoir of the natural, and human
world. Yes, we are lost: lost in being:
lost to being. As such, because life
buzzes around us and within us and every form and misshapen lumpen proletariat
fashion and passion has for us its own particular -no ticket required- beauty,
being lost in being (which is what all that pursuit of happiness nonsense is
really about) means we have no particular need of finding a way out. I am not romanticising poverty: give us
please our daily bread and a roof over our heads for the worst of storms. But a leak from time to time, and a little
candlelight, is not the end of the world, it can instead be the beginning of
intimacy: and intimacy is what we crave, not Facebook, not Twitter, but touch
and friendship.
In
contradistinction to that, I offer up, the Lhasa Mall. Despite it being a World Heritage site,
certain Chinese businesspeople are tearing down what is left of a Civilization
of the Heart and of the Mind, and replacing it with yet another gorgeous (no
doubt) Cathedral of Consumerism. http://highpeakspureearth.com/2013/our-lhasa-is-on-the-verge-of-destruction-please-save-lhasa-by-woeser/
I do not hate the Chinese for that. They are human. They have drunk the kool-aide of the American
Dream as portrayed to them by its merchants of illusion, and not stopped to
ask, what the real price is. As an
American, even a green-spieling, mediocrely poetic, laid-off-for-honesty diplomat,
and perpetually lapsing Tibetan Buddhist, I really have no right to tell them,
or anyone, to stop. Their military, political
and economic power was built one Chinese-made cheap discount item at a time,
all willingly bought by us, no thought of anything (like saving the planet or
saving a civilization or preventing near to slave labor in far away factories) except
saving money. And we, defenders of
liberty and freedom, have so conveniently forgotten that we took away our own continent’s
natural resources and committed genocide on its peoples, all in following our 3
in 1 God of Economic Progress, American Exceptionalism, and that weirdly
off-brand militaristic version of Constantinian Christianity that has proved so
useful for the aggrandizement of state power everywhere. So really, I have no right to say anything to
the Chinese. A quarter at least of their
entire economy is export driven, and that’s mostly our junk they are
making. As such, Tibet’s ecological
demise is quite significantly, also, American driven (question: which country
has in terms of total accumulated levels spewed the most greenhouse gasses into
the global commons of the atmosphere? And which country is it, that, its
politicians bought and paid for by the worst polluters themselves, refuses to face
up to climate reality and its responsibilities to solve the above?). Could it be the land of the no free lunch
and the home of the brave if armed to the teeth?
But I
cry. The loss of this beauty, this
holiness, this simplicity, this right livelihood, to the global corporate
agenda in its Chinese incarnation, is a tragedy, that I -dreamer of clear
skies, and clean water, and of an earth abundant with fellow non-human but
still our family, travellers- cannot help but grieve for. But maybe this is the problem. Who stands for us, who are content with birds
and clouds, flowers and clean air? We
have no armies massed to defend us. We
have our songs and our bodies, our poetic pleas and the joy in our eyes which we
would gladly share if anyone would listen.
Who speaks for the earth? Where is
the Earth’s Department of Homeland Security?
There is a village in Bhutan that has foregone electricity because they
do not want to disturb the black-necked cranes that nest there in the Spring. But we, we worship a different sort of crane,
and have come to believe we are not part of the earth. Even now, in the midst of committing the
great ecocidal, terracidal, act that we now are perpetrating, and have been
perpetrating in wave after wave for some time, we think somehow we will remain
safe, cocooned before our TV screens or prostrating in our malls, from the
consequences. We have forgotten, that
the forests, the mountains, the rivers the oceans, the prairies: these are our
livers, our lymph nodes, our kidneys, our stomachs, our heart, and yes, if we
would but listen, these are part of our own minds, our innermost sanctum of
sanctums, or what is best of it.
We are now
so deep into cannibalizing our own, -the earth system’s- organs of sustainability
that earth system failure has begun. Make
no mistake about it, though the titans of industry may say, that we stand upon
their giant shoulders, they in term stand upon the humble earth, and are
crushing it. The Chinese too will wake
up one day to what they have done, and grieve.
What’s that Joni Mitchel song, “Don't it always seem to go, you don't
know what you’ve got till its gone…”
Well they’re tearing down (and we in lock-step with them) one of the
mystic hearts of the planet, and are putting up a shopping mall. Perhaps it is
time to do something radical, to undertake a Lysistrata movement against
consumerism. Let us shake the corporate
colonizers of our minds to their core: let us get to know our neighbors, let’s walk
in the park, take a day off from work and play with our children, share our jobs
with someone, live on less but have more time, begin to reconnect with whatever
animals and plants may be around us, forgo the binge shopping at Walmart and
Costco. Let us begin to dream about winning
the Lottery of Love, aspire to be a Bill Gates of Friendship, try to win the
Noble Prize in Economic Kindness. Let us
help to build a society in which the richest man or woman is the one who has
the most real friends and has done the most good for the most people, and who
has learned the best to live with the earth, and not at the earth’s expense,
and at the expense of those of humanity least able to defend themselves,
because they haven’t the money to buy the lawyers and politicians needed.
So I guess
that brings us back to us, the poor, really only in so far as we are lacking
the instruments that are destroying life on earth; the lazy, only in so far as
me manage our time better, saving it as we can for more important things. Yes, though we are down and out, and some of
us even have gone to seed, we are not downcast: we have been cast up instead
upon strange and lovely shores, where time itself is sipped, at a more leisurely
pace, one might even say, it is better enjoyed that way. We let instead each day tell its story at
that day’s pace though it take all night. And if a moment should find cause to
stay, why, we welcome it, understanding the need to pause from all the fury and
the wars. Ask yourself if all your riches measure up even unto one whorl of
hair on the head of a laughing child.
Being is mother’s milk. It is not
so much that I pity those who, having been unnecessarily weaned for some
version of Nestlé’s fake milk scheme, then go reeling mindlessly from
pixel-formed desire to pixelated pseudo-satiety, when all along Being is free
for the taking. It is that in the craven
sickness of their reeling madly about for what they don't even know they have
lost, they are killing our mother, and howling to make even more profit from
her death. Let us rise to protect our
mother. The GDP of real happiness has
abundance enough to feed us all.
Authors Note: Daniel
Garrett is a former U.S. Department of State Foreign Service Officer who has
fallen from the heights of diplomacy into unemployment and in doing so has
happily refound the earth. DISCLAIMER:
The views expressed herein are solely those of the author, and do not
necessarily reflect those of the U.S. Department of State or the U.S.
Government.
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