Sunday, January 30, 2011

I'm Back From The Black by Greg Curtis


It is not in my nature to judge or assign blame for mistakes made by others. I’m far from perfect myself, so being one who dislikes hypocrisy, I afford others forgiveness easily.

That said, one of the tenets of my beliefs about what it takes to be a man is to own your mistakes. It was something taught to me in the Army, but I still adhere to it today. When asked by a senior officer or NCO why you messed up, the proper response is “there is no excuse, sir.”

While I still believe this is the responsible way to handle your transgressions, the forgiveness I offer freely to others eludes me when reflecting on myself. This above all has been the major kink in my think over the past year which has led to writers block and depression as I rolled myself into a ball of self-loathing and shame.

I have to offer my apologies to the brilliant writers who contributed their work to the Kitchen Cinco and to the readers who were enjoying it as much as I was.

The explanation I’ve given you thus far is an over-simplification of what I’ve been going through and I don’t want to bore you with all the details, but I feel obligated to give some explanation for what happened to the Cinco.

Before I go any further, I do want to say The Kitchen Cinco will be back very soon with more great writing and an accompanying podcast, so don’t take this explanation as closure or as an epithet on the Cinco’s headstone.

I don’t really know what a middle-aged crisis is. I think for most people it defines reaching a point in your life where you realize it’s half over, which forces you to reflect on all the things not accomplished. That’s not really what happened to me. I’ve been doing that for years.

My collapse had more to do with achieving a broader perspective on the world around me…the bigger picture, if you will.

At this stage in my life I understand things in a way I couldn’t when I was younger. For instance, I understand the illusions we all have and feed and live within on a day to day basis, either fed to us from an external source, or created within our own minds.

The illusion of nationalism for instance, which makes us feel good about who we are, where we live and gives us a sense of superiority over the rest of the world. An inflated sense of “pride” for having been born in a country, when being born is no achievement in itself and no baby chooses the country of his/her birth.

But we buy into this notion because it makes us feel good. Also, the ruling class wants us to buy into it because it’s how we can justify in our own minds the atrocities committed by our government in foreign lands (those of us who are even aware of such things).

The illusion of security is another construct of the mind, as no one can provide you with security or safety, but when the government tells you about things you need to be scared of and offers to provide security from that threat, it can feel comforting. Security is a feeling, and it’s relative. You can feel more secure or less secure, but chaos cannot be contained or controlled and for one simple reason: It is chaos. There are many dangers inherent in living life on this planet and there always will be. Anyone who offers you protection from danger is a fraud and should never be trusted.

The illusion of macroeconomics is one we’ve been beaten up with a lot recently. The wealthy ruling class intent on maintaining a separation of the classes raped us by stealing trillions of dollars from tax paying Americans under the guise of an economic crisis in which their institutions were “too big to fail.” In doing so they created more strife for the working class and a huge deficit that they won’t be responsible for paying back because their politician friends refuse to impose taxes on the wealthy.

The whole thing is a farce. None of this money actually exists. It’s all an abstract concept owned and controlled by the very banks who cried crisis. Who got screwed? Goldman Sachs? No, all of us did. But if you buy into the illusion, the only way out of this financial crisis is to keep pumping billions of dollars into these ultra-rich bastards’ pockets…suckers.

The illusion of government manifests in a belief that your government is hard at work trying to make things better for you and your family and your community. The truth is, the government is there to provide the illusion that someone is hard at work trying to make things better. They pretend to care about all of us and it’s their job to break the bad news to us about what the ruling class has decided to do next.

The only job requirement for a politician is to be an eloquent speaker (unless you’re a Bush) who can put anything in the context of telling the people what they want to hear; be it war, tax hikes, bail outs, etc. In other words, they have to be bullshitters.

If that’s true, how can you trust any of them? The two-party system provides an alternative to whoever is in office and taking heat for unpopular decisions. We become outraged, vote them out of office, and we get the bullshitter from the other party who does exactly the same thing. It’s a sham.

The illusion of religion is one that brings many people comfort, and I understand that. All of these illusions are designed to do that, but it’s still an illusion. No matter what religion you choose, it was created by man and is therefore flawed. The greatest danger with this illusion is when people start lying to themselves in order to accept some of the absurd concepts religions require, they can become fanatical and even militant. I don’t have to remind anyone about the dangers of militant fundamentalists.

Lastly, the biggest scourge on humanity has got to be the illusion of fear. There is a never-ending stream of things to be scared of in this culture: Swine flu, war, 2012, socialism, terrorism, illegal immigration, nuclear weapons, climate change, gun control, lack of gun control, earthquakes, shifting of the magnetic poles, China, Iran, Sarah Palin, mass animal kills, vapor trails, loss of constitutional rights (which are another illusion), and the list goes on and on…

How many of these things are solved by fearing them? None. When people are scared they make bad decisions and are easier to manipulate. All of the aforementioned illusions exist because of fear. Fear rules our lives in America. Everything we concede, everything we submit to, everything we tolerate, we do so out of fear.

If there are things out of your control, they are out of the government’s control also. They are out of the church’s control. And if you can’t control it, there is no reason to fear it just as there is no reason to fear death. Death is a natural and necessary part of life. It’s going to happen whether you fear it or not, but the fear will only serve to lessen the quality of your life while you’re here and will cause you to make poor decisions.
 
These are only some of the things that made me snap last summer, but I’m ready to come back now and write with a new level of honesty and without fear.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

"Standard of the General - Aftermath, Part 2" by John Gilbert


            I calculated, assuming three meals a day, that I had been interred for about four days when the door finally opened.  To my amazement, I found that I could stand with relative ease.  Some of my strength had, apparently, returned.  Another thing that amazed me was that, instead of being dragged or thrown, I was led out of my cell.  There were two guards present for this task, and they were large enough that I had no resistance in mind.  Outside the cell (and the dim light seemed very bright now), I saw that there was a large, dense contingent of soldiers farther down the corridor.  Pairs of them were opening all of the cells.  Soon, the hallway was filled with a line of prisoners, each flanked by a black-clad soldier.  The large contingent brought up the rear.

"The Master" by Brigit Kephart

I sat pondering nothing.  I sit pondering nothing, much.

A great master came before me and said, “Come.”  We were suddenly beside a pond and he turned to me and asked, “You, what do you see?”

“Here,” I asked “In the water?”  I knelt and peered intently then I smiled.  “I see life,” I said.  “I see water, and I see the sky, I see myself and I see God.  I see joy and I see serenity.”

I looked at him wondering, had I passed?  Was this a test?

A single drop of water rose up from the pond and suspended in the air.

The Great Master asked again, “And what do you see here?”

I looked at the suspended drop of water and the rainbows that sprang from within it, refracting the suns light and as I gazed into it, I feel into it and was lost for days.

When I blinked I was once again beside the great master and I smiled.  “I see a myriad of worlds,” I answered softly.

Then the drop appeared on my master’s face and rolled from his eye as a bright light filled the space between us and I was once again falling into his tear and becoming lost in another world.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

"Touched by a Pantheist" by John Gilbert

     People ask each other all the time what they believe, or what their religion is.  It has been my experience that most of these questions are not born out of curiosity, but rather as a conversational lead-in by the questioner to tell you his own beliefs, and why you are wrong.     In a recent conversation along this vein, a gentleman asked me what my religious persuasion was.  When I replied that the word "pantheist" best describes my views, he immediately cut me off and 'instructed' my about how the word had not come into use until the hippies of the 1970's, how it was a synonym for 'polytheist', and then intimated how my use of the word indicated that I had "not developed a world real view".

Friday, June 18, 2010

"The Resurrection of William Baine" Pt 6 by Vince Gibson

(Note: This is a full length screenplay, and will be posted daily, in 4 page increments.)

 Baine continues to hold the bloodied, twitching body, and then tosses it back onto the fire.
He continues to make his way towards Middleton.

EXT. GENERAL STORE - MORNING
Henry walks down the sidewalk heading towards his chair in front of the store. As he arrives, he pauses, standing in front of the chair. He puts a large portion of tobacco into his mouth, then sits down, and begins to whittle. Will comes strolling from across the street, patting the sweat from his forehead and neck.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

"The Resurrection of William Baine" Pt 5 by Vince Gibson

(Note: This is a full length screenplay, and will be posted daily, in 4 page increments.)

INT. OLD MANSION - SMALL LAB - NIGHT
The lab is a small, dingy room lit only by the two kerosene lamps on the wall. There is a dirty white counter stretching halfway around the room. A morticians table with a body on it sits over in the corner.

The DOCTOR, middle-aged, small man, and physically handicapped, walks in using a cane. He is dressed like a surgeon. He walks over to the cabinets looking through the glass doors, searching for something.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

"The Resurrection of William Baine" Pt 4 by Vince Gibson

(Note: This is a full length screenplay, and will be posted daily, in 4 page increments.)


At this time, John walks in.

JOHN
Mornin' Abner. What's going on?