Updated May 30, 2022
Rarely do I wake from a dream realizing that in the dream I knew I was dreaming.
I recently dreamed that I was lost in the woods, exhausted, when I found a cave just before dark. I reclined on a sloped rock with my head on my fanny pack and fell asleep. That’s when I dreamed that I knew I was dreaming, making it hard to separate reality from the dream. Even when I woke up I didn’t know if I was only dreaming that I did.
In a comment on my previous post (introducing the new video “Ukraine is a World of Love” by Alicia Kishe), a friend wrote, “It was painful watching the video of Alicia. The beauty and sweetness I saw … and Putin blowing it up.”
By the way, folks, be happy for Alicia Kishe. I happen to know from experience of her elsewhere that she is thrilled to see Views and Likes and Subscribes. Please reward her. It will mean a lot to her. For a little extra fun, here is Alicia’s latest self-made 19-second home video, posted April 26, 2022, titled, “I Just Dance.” Stop by and give her a Like and good wishes:
Cracks me up.
My reply to my friend’s comment got out of hand, so I moved it to this new post instead of a comment.
Friend, I believe that you speak for many people who get struck by the video that way, but most would not say so out loud as you have, for fear that they would be admitting that they did not “get it” in the expected or “appropriately” sentimental way. That kind of expectation just adds to the pain. The only “appropriate” way is to try, as one is able, to keep an open mind. That can be hard to do in pain.
You got me thinking more about the ways Alicia’s video can affect people, and about the overall situation in Ukraine and my relationship with it.
Please share this funny Putin video if you like it. That’s why I post them. So you can share them. This is the YouTube link to share: https://youtu.be/t-wFKNy0MZQ if you are not foolish enough to share the link to the blog post you are looking at. Doesn’t matter. I’ll never know. But I do not mind at all being a fool for the glory of Ukraine, in silly ways and others.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you … below the comedy here, there’s also the April 24, 2022 world premier official music video of the Ukrainian very young lady Alicia Kishe, accompanied by her father Timothy, singing the song she wrote, “Ukraine is a World of Love” sung in Ukrainian (a language that gets more beautiful the more you hear it) with English subtitles. I think some people will like it; fools like me and otherwise. Please share it when you get done adoring it. Then adore it some more. Let Alicia be Ukraine to you for a while.
TURN ON CAPTIONS (CC AT THE BOTTOM OF THE VIDEO WINDOW) TO SEE THE ENGLISH SUBTITLES. It works best if you watch it at the YouTube site. For a special treat, run them in full screen mode.
Vladimir Putin – Putin, Putout (The Unofficial Russian Anthem) by Klemen Slakonja
[The name Vladimir means “ruler of the world” or “ruler of peace.”]
Enough of the funny stuff. Now for the heart-melting beautiful stuff, what you always come here for, of course …
While researching the story of a famous Ukrainian song that has inspired endless versions around the world, from the ancient folk chant to epic orchestral and chorale concert works, to the latest rock, hip-hop, metal and electronic synthesis and LED and laser light shows (you’re going to love it if I ever write the post), I stumbled across this bit that said inside me, “Hey, shut up and have some different fun.” It has nothing to do with the Ukrainian song. It’s just a distraction. A good musical distraction is worth its waste in gold; i.e., no waste at all.
Music is not real except as a miracle. It is impossible. It can’t be done. But it happens anyway. The more I explore it, the more impossible it seems.
It’s like learning about oneself, in a sense. Like the beauty in any other kind of nature, beauty in music does what it does to us because of who we are, and yet it shapes us, too. In this case, it “does me” in humor, too.
Enjoy this break from and into reality. Watch it in full screen for best effect.
(Link to YouTube video: https://youtu.be/BKezUd_xw20)
(I wonder if they could be booked at the Upper Jay Art Center?)
From the Salut Salon website:
Call this scribblement pessimistic if you must, but calling it so does not change anything. Optimism begins with noticing, not with self-delusion. It may begin with noticing self-delusion, too. I want to point out some things we’ve been told about the soul of a nation and democracy in peril. I want to tell of their telling, and tell of my seeking, and suggest yours.
If, however, a reader wants to use their idea of pessimism as an epithet, read on and enjoy your conviction. Just give yourself the benefit of the doubt by reading.
Call this scribblement didactic if you want. That doesn’t change anything either. Try responding to something in it, optimistically. Try acting on it, even if only in words. That would be a change.
I never paid much attention to this Matisse painting until recently when I added it to my screen saver collection. I now see that Matisse’s dancers are all women. Good. That’s the stuff of a one-world mind, because men are feudal. Women are the more evolved half of humanity. I’m not kidding.
In a pandemic, everyone is responsible for everyone else in the world. Everyone fights for everyone to win. If they don’t do it together, it cannot be done. The virus will continue to flourish. We walk and stand together or fall down together. Frankly, that’s a scary thought.
I promise that if you stay with this post to the end, you won’t be sorry. If you start feeling sorry, feel free to just jump to the end!
I want to follow-up on my post of January 3, 2020, I Am Australian Today. I’m concerned that it will be forgotten because the news media have moved on to the latest crises. I’m not letting go of it. I want to remember that we ARE STILL all burning together. Watch what happens when Antarctica starts dropping whole worlds of ice into the ocean, which is coming soon to a planet near you. Have you heard? Greenland is pouring ice melt water into the ocean at a rate equivalent to the mass of 2,000 elephants per second! No kidding. I saw an ice expert who studies Greenland say it.
I owe it to myself to not let rapacious news feeds — including the best of them on public broadcast services — feed on my attention as though it were theirs to consume, not mine to apply. And there is no more important news than the planet’s ability to sustain life (as we know it and depend on it).
I’m not certain that humanity really should continue to exist. Maybe it’s time we went the way of the dinosaurs (although they did not kill their own world). Fine. But we don’t have the right to destroy the world for all the other species.
Revised & Expanded July 4, 2019
I want a new national anthem for the United States. I want it to be Woody Guthrie’s 1944 song, This Land, and give him the Congressional Gold Medal for it.
If they won’t replace the current anthem, let there be two. And why not?
My parents’ generation fought World War II. Actually, my father and his father were in the Navy in the Pacific Ocean at the same time during the war. This closeness of my generation to that war made it fresh in our collective mind during my youth.
Fighting with Germans was a very popular TV and movie theme (think Vic Morrow in Combat), and we saw propaganda movies made during the war, too. “We,” in my case, being German Americans.
That paternal grandfather in the Navy in WWII was a “first-born American” to German immigrant parents. My paternal grandmother’s family was rooted partly in Berlin, Germany. My mother’s maternal grandparents came from Slovenia to the coal mines of Forest City, Pennsylvania, near Scranton. My maternal grandmother was born in Slovenia and “brought over” as an infant. So I’m the grandson of an immigrant and the great-grandson of several other immigrants.
It’s an amazing world, where my connection to Germany was “flavored” by TV-steeped kids teasing me, calling me a Nazi because my name was German, and the Italians were Guineas and WOPS (“Without Papers” … yeah, undocumented immigrants coming over a wall thousands of miles wide in fathomless water … but they climbed that wall), and the Puerto Ricans were Spics, and the Jews were Kikes, and Vietnam gave us Gooks and there were Slopeheads before them, and the Spooks, the Niggers, the Jungle Bunnies, the African Americans, who seem almost never to get a break no matter how long it’s been since they began “immigrating,” people who are more American than almost anybody. The nation would not exist without them. Could we have funded the American Revolution without Black slave labor? (And this is really “Marlboro Country” when you think about the role of tobacco in the Revolutionary economy.)
In this endless American atrocity of degrading, abusing, cheating, even killing human beings because of their color, ethnicity, nationality or religion, we can include putting an ethnic class of law-abiding American immigrants AND CITIZENS into concentration camps while members of their same ethnicity fought for this country. This is the Japanese in World War II.
They don’t fit the immigrant model, but Native Americans were subjected to genocide, not merely because they were deemed “savages,” but because they were in the way of American “progress.”
This is America, where there are always people underfoot and people walking on them, power thriving on senseless hatred, until the tides turn. Then, new groups become the underclass (or get added to the list of existing ones).
I guess that’s an immigrant nation for you, where they fight to get here, fight the consequences of being here because they are lowly immigrants mistreated by the “citizens,” then they go fight and kill their relatives “over there” to protect what they’ve been fighting for over here, then become allies with the enemies. Amazing. Pay your dues in the blood of both heart and soul, and become American.
They push the heart toward believing more about the world than it seems to want believed, something more believable — more real — when they sing about it, something we need them to sing about, to keep the spirit breathing, to strengthen faith and disarm disbelief.