Premature Preemptive Destruction

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My friend Martin Giles posted this:

A burglar breaks into a family home at 2AM and helps himself to a couple of mobile phones, an iPad and a wallet. Unfortunately, the seven year-old daughter is in the kitchen getting a glass of water at the time, and the burglar surprises her. She screams, waking the parents.
The burglar has a knife and pulls the girl in front of him, putting the knife to her throat as he makes for the door. Mum is already on the phone to the police (and luckily there’s a station two doors down), so armed officers are on their way within a few seconds, while the dad, with loaded pistol in his hand (it’s America) blocks the burglar’s exit.
The burglar is a desperate man however, and though he now has several armed men pointing guns at him, he’s got his trump card – the child. A human shield. The police officers arrive, and father and police don’t hesitate. They shoot the burglar, the bullets ripping through the child’s body first.
Everyone is sad that the girl is dead, but all agree that they are innocent of any wrong-doing. The burglar was using the child as a human shield, so it’s entirely his fault that the girl is now dead. No question. Little bastard.
But wait. Isn’t the point of a human shield that no person in their right mind would shoot through it? Perhaps it’s only in the movies where the snipers wait for a clear shot.
 

I responded:

Can’t like this Martin Giles, but you point out one of the deepest, most serious problems I see in human culture today: imbalance. The burglar was wrong. There was a need for action to curb his behavior in the moment, and also to discourage him and others from similar acts. However his use of the child limited the options available to the others.

The only quick way they could counter his bad behavior was to threaten or perpetrate violence which risked an innocent life. Instead of keeping a focus on the innocence at risk, they focused on the evil in progress, and escalated to destruction of an entirely higher scale. They fell into what I see as a common, (and perhaps increasingly so) error which costs many of us our very lives. I call it Premature Preemptive Destruction. It is like jumping off a cliff to avoid falling.  Almost all of us have experienced that alarming feeling at the edge, looking down and sensing that we may have an urge to jump, to “just get it over with,” and though we almost universally resist it successfully, it can often set our pulses racing, our hands shaking, and occasionally… precipitate disaster.

It is in those adrenaline-soaked moments that we must draw on a reserve of prior consideration, of preparation, to withstand the unwise, ineffective, course of expedience. It is at those times our race can end or continue, individually or quite possibly one day in an unnecessary world-wide disaster. I believe that our evolution to that capability, and our either overcoming it or falling to it, constitute a turning point in the story of life on this planet. Even if we do mature and survive as a race, I weep for those individuals whose lives are ended too soon, or severely diminished, by the haste of Premature Preemptive Destruction.

Aesthetize

Aesthetize

WayneSL 2013

We dance an uneven step through the seasons of our lives

And tiring or hurting we seek to rest and heal.

We beg a flat place to lie down

Or at least a branch on which to light
from which to hang

We quiet the storm with shrouds of gauze

And when our battle-weary spirits void our sleep

We seek surcease through the dulling of distractions

Anaesthetizing writhing thoughts
and turning off the senses

And in that peaceful web we lie
an easy prey for sullen silent death.

 

We need instead to aesthetize each other

wake each other out of the sodden, depressed stupor

the turgid smothering tar pit.

Sting my nose with spice and ice

my tongue with sweet vinegar

Pierce my ears with parallel open fifths

Dazzle my eyes with naked glowing buns

Shock my skin with waves of flame and frost

Resuscitate my wonder and lift my living

beyond this warm mud!

English River

That voice- a girl?  her silver tones a dulcet spell
so sweet and small and silk-thread thin,
yet filling forest rill to dell
Out of sight and ken,
yet kin to my own spirit, she
In tune of pouting Fairie Queene
Sitting on a moss-beard stone
in dappled sunshade moist and green
She sings a simple song-
an herb to cure the dryness of my heart.

“Swim in the English river…” she sings
A water sprite, then, must she be.
“Swim in the English river…” again-
I wonder, might she swim with me?

This Lorelei who hides her face-
or capercaillie in the bush-
Can this song be a call to me
or does the breeze conceive my dream?
do leaves and hollow branches tune
and all conspire to draw me on
or is my heart the author of this song?

I stood upon the bank a while
and watched the flowing river swell.
I raised my face and closed my eyes
and breathed in clover, moist and full
the long wet grass, the lone green tree
a buzzing bee and dizzy me

And I have slipped, and joyous fallen in.

From pole to pole the river flows
and up the sky in fountains
and back again across the stars
to rain upon the mountains.

“Swim in the English river…” she sings
A water sprite, then, must she be.
“Swim in the English river…” again-
I wonder, might she swim with me?

dream language vision
poem grown out of a recurring dream Bill Vaughn had
03/13/90

Rigid ISMS

ISMS

Original art by WayneSL

song lyric by Wayne Slater-Lunsford, 1998~2012

We all live here, in the valley-
and we dance beside the river, deep and  wide.
and our voices harmonize here;
and we  share the river’s  love along both  sides.

Bayanihan, and Ubuntu
and Aloha and Communion all are  one.
and our  planet gives us plenty,
If we  learn to share and  let the river  run.

Who’s that yelling a cross the divide?
That   shadow in the sunset looming  long?
They’re screaming at the other ridge as loud as they can,
but it Seems to me that both extremes are wrong.

From the dawning to the   evening
Some fools  on the ridges throwing rocks across,
but the rocks land here in the   valley
and  it’s the folk down  here that pay the cost.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
They  tell us we’re all beggars and that they should be   kings
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

Yes, we  live here in the  valley
not up  on the ridges where the air is thin.
where our  shadows can out grow us
and our  voices echo  but our thoughts are dim.

I don’t know why you would listen to them.
They  speak of love but fear is how they rule.
We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those ISMS get the best of you.

We’re all one race of  humans and you know that it’s true.
Don’t  let those  ISMS  get the best of you.
Don’t let ISMS get the best of  you.
LISTEN TO THE SONG

Best Quit Messing Up

BusyLife

BusyLife by WayneSL, 2014

WayneSL 1977~2012

Best Quit Messing Up, or the goin’ could get rough
Don’t you know the reason for the pain?
You know what causes it, but you do it just the same,
again and again, again and again

CH: It’s all right, we’re gonna make it
Don’t have to fake it__ any_ more.
It’s all right, ‘cause we’re learning__
the peace that we’re yearning for.

We bought a pie up in the sky
It turned to whipped cream in our eyes
We learned the magic math on which it all depends.
We wasted bread and breath on imaginary friends,
but now it ends__ the fable ends. (CH)

Down through the ages, class war rages.
The Martians mess up all the pages.
Don’t you see, they have us fighting over lies-
so busy we don’t see them right before our eyes
stealing our lives—our very lives! (CH, break > climax, 6/8)

CODA in 6/8:
We, the People, together, have all that we need.
We can see through the pain and the lies.
We have each other and love, & We don’t need greed.
In the dawn, we can see through new eyes. (CH in 6/8)
LISTEN TO THE SONG

 

FIGHT DARK MONEY

 

Aesthetize Me

There’s never time to do things RIGHT-
always time to do them OVER.
There’s never money to build our future-
always money to anesthetize our present.

We need to aesthetize our fellow humans:
wake each other out of the sodden, depressed, stupor
that numbs the pain of serving the Plutocracy instead of all humanity.

Sting my nose with spice and ice
my tongue with sweet vinegar
Pierce my ears with parallel open fifths
Dazzle my eyes with naked glowing buns
Shock my skin with waves of flame and frost
Resuscitate my wonder and lift my living
beyond this warm mud!