Augusto Boal: “I believe in real democracy, not phony democracy.”
http://bigthink.com/words-of-wisdom/augusto-boal-i-believe-in-real-democracy-not-phony-democracy
Augusto Boal: “I believe in real democracy, not phony democracy.”
http://bigthink.com/words-of-wisdom/augusto-boal-i-believe-in-real-democracy-not-phony-democracy
@alalohwhydee: instead, we celebrate “thanks taking” … for what we are about to seize…
in my bedside journal
a rough, hastily composed story
of sorts…
perhaps a passing idea?
maybe just a collection of thoughts…
just a dream?
or reality?
in my weary eye was a great savanna
a vast, rolling landscape
multitudes of wildebeest like beasts
swarming in their circular rush
the baying of herds
the honking of horns
like millions of ants
frantic
desperateness
moving nest
as if to escape some fire or flood
but eventually coming back
to the same original place
only afterwards
much fewer in number
driven on by some inner foe
a circular motion
of circular reason
death defying
death denying
or so they think
crossing rivers and open fields
exposed
running wild
meekly together
but this time
was different
as if the usual predators were insufficient
the outer enemy
was now amongst their own
the beasts turned on each other
on themselves
nipping at heels
ripping flesh from sides
tripping up
and being tripped
falling, failing
piercing
necks to the left
eyes to the right
charging
jabbing
high and low
at full gallop
pressed in
against each other
trapped
no way out
got to keep on running
intoxicated
exhausted fumes
expelled emissions
the smell of seeping blood
burning runners
flayed flesh
high pace
no space
no place to hide
blurred, dusty vision
distracted eyes bulging
tongues swaying in desperate gasps
hearts pounding
ribs breaking
lungs heaving
one by one
they turned on each other
together
and all the while
the bankers kept account
presiding chiefs
made sure
that no one was left out
one for all
all for none
none for all
and the bankers stood back
and smiled
for there would be another run next year
…and the next
…and the next
more than 35 million people around the world are trapped in a modern form of slavery (according to a report from the Walk Free Foundation)
* forced labor * human trafficking * forced marriages * debt bondage * commercial sexual exploitation etc.
what about the role of Democracy in all of this?
does present day Democracy help or hinder?
could it perhaps be argued that Democracy itself presents a charade of freedom, personal autonomy and individual self determination?
could Democracy be seen as an effective herding of the masses towards a sociopolitical pen built exclusively for mass exploitation (slavery through consumerism by unscrupulous politicians controlled by warmongering bankers)?
could it be argued that Democracy is only a malicious front for big money, big power players? …big financial players who enslave the vast majority to an artificially induced consumerist reality which is itself disguised slavery?
could it be that by voting in and for this charade which we call Democracy, the unwitting electorate are effectively selling themselves into slavery?
if so, the figure of 39 million should be changed to being possibly much more than 95% of all the people in the world… not so?
we will all have our little ones
and we will either sell them into slavery,
or raise them to be fearless kings
there’s this shocking idea
that the road of folly that leads to destruction
is wide and well traveled
that the vast majority walk this way
a way paved with good intentions
a happy road
filled with pleasure
bulging with easy access
*
like all things
this shocking idea has another shadowy side
not a nice side
mostly unpleasant
a side not well frequented
few if any find it
and it’s not at all popular
in fact, it’s a side so out on the edge
it’s a whole different road
a road that seems almost to track in tangent
a lonely road
of brokenness and mourning
desolate and empty
bumpy and not marked
there are no signposts
it is not even found on Google maps
actually people don’t find this path
in reality they can’t
instead, they seem to find themselves on this path
usually on their knees
not in prayer mind you
but in pain and suffering
because they have stumbled and fallen
rather, the path calls them
then falls on them
and being bruised and broken
they have no strength to keep on walking
it’s too painful
too difficult
so they stay on bleeding knees
mostly it’s quite embarrassing
bitterness and pain are foul companions
eventually
almost reluctantly
they get up and keep walking
the humiliation keeps them moving
it takes time
but eventually they walk
some even run
*
we’re so full of new ideas these days
but strangely,
this idea has been with us all the time
*
it starts and stops
as it goes on by
we don’t know how
and we don’t know why
*
in the end
beginnings come
there’s no such thing
as a rising sun
*
many fools are placed in high places
while the wise are pressed down
slaves are seen riding on horseback
as princes walk on foot below
yet even as the fool rides high
he lacks sense
and revealing his stupidity
he opens his mouth to utter decrees
but it’s the folly of the masses who flick his tongue
yet he thinks from his lofty place
that wisdom flows
but no
it’s the dull voice of the present age
drunkenness in the midday sun
a rumbling from the throat of the senselessness
that makes the fools speak
louder and louder folly prevails
and the wise resolve to remain silent
they know that the bitter mouth cannot be stopped
and wind cannot be caught and kept in a box
the science of religion,
and the religion of science
a passionate hymn
echoing out from both sides of the sanctuary
either way…
and from any direction
the worship of man
…by man
…for man
and all simultaneously,
but at different times
refusing voluminously to plead the 5th amendment
we don’t see
because we never look
we don’t look
because we like what we see
and so the lament
we refuse to sing
is called ‘we are lost, woe is me’