It is to be broken. It is to be
torn open. It is not to be
reached and come to rest in
ever. I turn against you,
I break from you, I turn to you.
We hurt, and are hurt,
and have each other for healing.
It is healing. It is never whole.
- Wendell Berry Read more…
An unprecedented wave of egalitarian support featuring millions of sad, serene women facing arranged marriages filled with empty hopes and vague promises of love and happiness enlisted to become engaged to strangers across transcendental borders.
This wave resembled an open hand gesturing in the eternal present of a long now as a mother gifting her daughter a long fare well gesture watched her disappear into life’s teeming stream.
“Be well my love. You are in our hearts.”
Her daughter joined a tribe of singing, sighing women. They were living their dream fate and making sacrifices with clear intention, motivation, determination and focus. The entourage of singing women danced through valleys, climbed jagged Eastern Mountains of Regret and entered a no-name village where males pounded war drums and hammered plowshares into word swords.
Marginalized poor angry males killed each other over pita bread, olives, fresh tomatoes, kebabs and geographical dust while studying imaginary maps.
“The map is not the territory,” said Visualization, a cartographer.
“Where is this place?” said Curious in a strange village in a strange country on a strange planet in a strange solar system in a strange universe.
“It is far away,” said a gravedigger with earth moving experience. “It is a dysfunctional place where bronze statues of fallen soldiers, warriors, corrupt politicians and testosterone fueled fools rust, make millions off the sweat of fools and congratulate each other on their mutual doubts, stupidity and insatiable greed.”
Wind said to women, “Go home. Return to your families and friends. Live in peace.”
Women followed their heart-mind.
“Are you alive?” she said to her cellular daughter.
“I survived,” said a disembodied voice.
“Where are you? When are you coming home?”
“I’m with a tribe of women. We’re breaking down old conservative values. They are so narrow we’ll need a crowbar or acetylene torch or C-4. We’re developing personal empowerment and dignity. I’ll be home soon, dear mother.” Her voice died. Mother swallowing ignorance lapsed into doubt’s quicksand.
At sunset an imam’s recorded voice twittered from a mosque near the private hospital. “Allah is great and merciful. Buy a ticket.”
Push Play.
Hagia Sophia...
“In summation your honor,” said a defensive attorney from the Land of Smirking Tomatoes, “my client is innocent of all responsibility. We rest our case.”
“Your discovery evidence in Article 301 is weak and inconclusive,” said the Turkish judge hiding Graft behind his back. “Your motion for acquittal and adjudication is forthwith dead and denied.”
“May I change my plea your honor? May I resume my please bargaining and negotiating hardball tactics on behalf of free speech? May I speak without fear of insulting the state, dead hee-haw headless horsemen heroes, fundamentalism in the form of religious heroin addiction and so forth?”
“File a brief, size small with elasticity.”
"Turkey has imprisoned more journalists than Iran and China,” said Zeynep, a five-year old historian. “Free speech here is a theory."
“Do you need twenty-eight vanities of olives? Maybe a broom?" said a wage slave on his knees in Trabzon.
NYT article here.
A Chinese computer science professor received a 3.5 year sentence for "crowd licentiousness." This is vague government wordage. It covers crowds. It covers licenses. It means a crowd gets together and applies for a license. In this case with broad overtones they applied for a license to swap identities.
He led informal swinger clubs for partner swapping. He pleaded innocent. "I had nothing to do with the North Korean submarine attack in an apartment with eighteen people. I was only the middleman. I was formatting my hard drive and downloading data."
He was charged under Criminal Law 301.
A Chinese academic said...“I feel that the thought process of the Chinese authorities is always to try to manage and control the population, the people. Beyond prosecuting criminal activities, they feel they have to control or manage people to their standards.” read more...
Turkey also has an infamous Article 301 law. This law makes it illegal to insult Turkey, Turkish ethnicity or Turkish government institutions.
Turkey's imprisoned 49 journalists, Iran 45 and China 32 as of December 2012.
Writers Orhan Pamuk, Noam Chomsky, Elif Safak, among others have been charged under this article. All the cases were either dropped or acquitted.
A spoiled young girl in Ankara was recently arrested and charged under Article 301 for insulting her mother's cooking.
"I hate Turkish food. Too many tomatoes. I don't want black olives. I don't want fresh salad. I don't want fresh seafood from the Marmara Sea. I want Italian pizza with extra cheese please squeeze."
Her mother said, "Eat what I give you. Hurry up. I'm late for my wife swapping seminal seminary with binary logic."
It was thrown out for lack of evidence.
Number 301 is very popular. The number of words mating and swapping with other words is increasing. Words remove an article of clothing like a, an, the.
Burma
China
China
Turkey
Moon Metro subterranean subway car sped through optical tunnels.
Outside, an old Turkish man wearing a crumpled white hat walked with his wife.
She is his noun. He is her verb, her action.
Just get to the verb, he whispered.
Their language is filled with autumn browns, yellows, greens, golds, sparrows, blue jays, and love’s doves.
Far away on Memories Street, a street of regrets spilling potential, Passion danced with Death.
Moon Metro picks up speed hurtling through space-time.
Silent, salient passengers wear sad eyed desire.
They crave sleep in a tyranny of sheep-less-mess.
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