Big Noise and the Jubilee...
Ive been farting about on ebay for a few days trying to buy an amp. Finally got ma hands on 150 boxed watts of sonic-terror-ray slinging equipment this morning.
Um gonnae git ma noisy freek on!
Been on ebay too long though... feels a grand bazaar of old... the meeting of the trading routes... a place to get anything in the world... a place to indulge every whim.
Seems in every empire through the ages we have equated sophistication of commerce with 'civilisation'. Just as morning napalm smells like (bidding) victory, so this reeks of Babylon.
However, I became chuffed when I read this thing about a nu-monk who was awarded $10,000 by the courts. Enjoy :)
After months of laughter and dreaming it really happened. About 40 people had all the change they could carry - over 30,000 coins in bags, coffee mugs, briefcases, backbacks. Another 50 people would be meeting us on Wall St. At 8:15 we started trickling into the public square in front of... the New York Stock Exchange. News of the redistrobution had spread, and nearly 100 folks from the alleys and projects where gathered... At 8:20 Sister Margaret and I stepped foward to proclaim the Jubilee;
"Some of us have worked on Wall Street and some of us have Slept on Wall Street... Some of us are rich people trying to escape our loneliness. Some of us are poor folk trying to escape the cold... We are broken people who need each other and God...
...Another world is possible. Another world is necessary. Another world is already here... This money belongs to... all those who have suffered most from the wreckage of the current system. May we return it with Joy, with our heads bowed in repentance, and with our hearts lifted in Jubilee."
...Ten people on balconies above the crowd threw hundred of dollars in paper money, covering the sky... The streets turned silver as [we] began pouring out their change. We decorated the place with sidewalk chalk and filled the air with bubbles. Joy was contagious. Someone bought bagels and started giving them out. People started sharing their winter clothes...
It worked... We knew it was dangerous, intentionally bringing God and Mammon face to face... and yet we are people of faith, believing that giving is more contagious than hoarding, that love can convert hatered, light can overcome darkness, and grass can pierce concrete - even on Wall St.
Um gonnae git ma noisy freek on!
Been on ebay too long though... feels a grand bazaar of old... the meeting of the trading routes... a place to get anything in the world... a place to indulge every whim.
Seems in every empire through the ages we have equated sophistication of commerce with 'civilisation'. Just as morning napalm smells like (bidding) victory, so this reeks of Babylon.
However, I became chuffed when I read this thing about a nu-monk who was awarded $10,000 by the courts. Enjoy :)
After months of laughter and dreaming it really happened. About 40 people had all the change they could carry - over 30,000 coins in bags, coffee mugs, briefcases, backbacks. Another 50 people would be meeting us on Wall St. At 8:15 we started trickling into the public square in front of... the New York Stock Exchange. News of the redistrobution had spread, and nearly 100 folks from the alleys and projects where gathered... At 8:20 Sister Margaret and I stepped foward to proclaim the Jubilee;
"Some of us have worked on Wall Street and some of us have Slept on Wall Street... Some of us are rich people trying to escape our loneliness. Some of us are poor folk trying to escape the cold... We are broken people who need each other and God...
...Another world is possible. Another world is necessary. Another world is already here... This money belongs to... all those who have suffered most from the wreckage of the current system. May we return it with Joy, with our heads bowed in repentance, and with our hearts lifted in Jubilee."
...Ten people on balconies above the crowd threw hundred of dollars in paper money, covering the sky... The streets turned silver as [we] began pouring out their change. We decorated the place with sidewalk chalk and filled the air with bubbles. Joy was contagious. Someone bought bagels and started giving them out. People started sharing their winter clothes...
It worked... We knew it was dangerous, intentionally bringing God and Mammon face to face... and yet we are people of faith, believing that giving is more contagious than hoarding, that love can convert hatered, light can overcome darkness, and grass can pierce concrete - even on Wall St.
posted by Dougleross at 2:38 pm
2 Comments:
heh heh heh - t'was a gid nicht.
Andreson is the man! Can you tell me how to say 'Im sorry me and Andy trashed your lamp and stuff' in potugeese?
I'm glad i don't rule the waves. They can be well out of order.
yes to the grass.
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