Why it’s been worth it #resistance #resilience #freedomofthought #c

A person who has recently become dear and precious to me has just asked on Facebook: “Why children?” 

The question is well put.  We do generally bring them up to accept and suffer under an indentured servitude.  That is what society’s norms are for.  You only have to read Foucault to know and comprehend that: suddenly, heavily, stomach-punchingly. 

There can, however, be one way around it.  It requires resilience to start with, but eventually must come the day of resistance.  That day came, for me, around 2005-2006.

And so it is that I have spent the latter part of my life encouraging my children to buck servitude.  It’s possible though not easy.  

And in order to have the power to do so – to release and liberate others – you have to give up on your own release and liberation.  But when it produces results, beautiful results, it slowly, gradually, inevitably, inexorably becomes so worth it … 

And so this year that “what has happened” became clear to me.  And to the small story that is my family.

And so it can be done.

Resilience first.

But always resistance, ultimately.

Always.

 🙂

Resistance is the key.

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When a big N/A 

allows a small peace of comfort 

to display its

wears promiscuously 

like hyperlinks jumped and

humped with 

a vigorous pride – almost

an aside prayed, and then 

preyed upon,

and plotted and plied – then it’s all OK:

you now have a life, of friends 

and work and no shirking, and 

no shacking

p’raps, but

that’s OK; and one day there’ll be someone 

there for you, 

and one day

there will: 

and so

that’s why it’s OK … and

until …

in[sighed]

my happiness is

in[sighed]:

no longer dependent 

on another’s word:

a said and heard 

i yearned for

so ungraciously.

and i do see

in retro-

[in]spection:

for happiness 

isn’t only 

being

good: happiness

is also

never 

feeling would: 

i mean 

if only

i could have done.

and that is where 

i’m at: my 

fool-

ish-

ness of even 

this week

is so much weaker

than the strength

of purpose 

grown not

posed at all

i see that now 

above all

i begin to possess.

what it is to be free

of me.

what it is to be free.

what it is.

rh[y]{me}

rhyme me and

y me:

rh 

my bloody-

ness:

fin-

esse my 

sex:

re-

dress my rest.

is love

after all:

and re-

quite 

ain’t 

the call:

the ball

of play says

oafside:

y hide any

more:

ur bushel 

store

defined

ur light

so long

a-

[no]-

go.

and [final-

{ly]-

in-

g me up}:

like hoarse

prepped 

re-

more-

s-

e:

the electron-

ic 

atom run.

i never saw

it come 

to this:

for sud

den-like

i burrow

far and 

deeply down 

ur body

long-

ed for.

and may-

be

may 

will

be my month:

and mebbe 

luv will

shine as mine.

and if it can’t 

and if it ain’t 

give me 

at

least

a

lustful object 

to subject 

in mutual

comprehension 

until 

y

me 

means

no-

thing

more

sore.