Thursday, July 9, 2015
Old men unite
Old men and women unite. A ninety seven year old Englishman told me that
 age is only a number and to not to believe anyone that claims 
otherwise. I have been listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata just 
now on classic fm, the reporter started jabbering commercially. 
Commercials, I think radios could do without commercials. I agree with 
Jerry Mander on banning commercials. It is my flatmate that turned the 
radio on. As I get the familiar irritated feeling - being
  disturbed by the different sounds and noises this bored, retired man 
creates, I am reminded of my not being able to create privacy for myself
 whereas I think privacy essential to my life. I cannot afford my own 
place although I stress, sweat, "work hard". I spend most of my life 
working. How did I get here, from the bottom of the jungles, and how do I
 get back in there? Immigration. "They were killing people as anything" -
 another old person tells me while I struggle putting on his TED 
stockings. He grew up in Kenya, fled with his family from Uganda in the 
seventies. "You know where is Uganda?". Unrelated to this man, the 
concept of the "hard worker" comes to my mind - what a lie. What a load 
of rubbish, this illusion of the hard working man. It is like smoking, 
or drinking, when it is considered manly to be able to drink large 
amounts of alcohol. Childish, we were hiding on the edge of town on the 
hill by the Danube river smoking cigarettes, you were meant to smoke 
without coughing, comfortably, you looked stronger, you weren't a pussy.
 Work is a disease. It is not something remarkable. Work is toxic. There
 are so many things one can do in this life. Old men and women unite 
with everyone else, with children, with the "ordinary", with the 
extraordinary, with prisoners, with animals, with those labelled 
"mentally ill" for political reasons, with the young and fresh in soul, 
look at those who lived long but are/were still fresh, like Alejandro 
Jodorowsky, Arthur Janov, Stanislav Grof, like Helio Gracie, like BKS 
Iyengar, learn from them. Television, blister packs and river cruise 
adverts while the sharks of private "health care" corporations juice 
your soul and exchange it for death. For the word man, meant for human 
being, Hungarian uses one neutral word - ember.     
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