I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - (591)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -
"I believe that Our Hope, our future lies with The Teenager..."
Frank Lloyd Wright, architect at 9o years of age.
Boys...ah they are made of Soul Stuff. What yet, will they become??
It is tragic how We have treated our young men as disposable --- these past 15o+ years.
Boys, young men are one of the expendables of society.
They aren't given direction, they are mentored or led, they are pigeonholed and bullied everywhere they turn. They are wrong for saying that, they are wrong for doing that, they are wrong because they were born a man.
The Young men of this world are castrated, made impotent --- directed to be toiling meat packets holding up the pyramid of "The Big Man" ---
They are The Cogs in The machine of Capitalism, The Wage-Slaves. They are sent off to die in foreign wars that make the fat cats, the generals - the senators, the corporation heads - even richer. They are the "criminals" who are locked away for years and lifetimes in the Judicio-Industrial Complex -- -
I have always had a fondness for teenagers, because --- they are still looking for their dragons to slay --- and they still believe that they can find them.
The shine to their eyes, their feeling of invincibility - their ability to triumph over all odds.
But where are the vast untamed frontiers, where are the dragons??
I am one of the elect in that I have found my dragons,
"Sigue La Luche."
I have found my damsel's in distress, I don't expect to ever retire because there are dragons, ghosts, haunted woods, boiling pits of lava, and Moloch's everywhere ---
But how creative does a young man have to be to find his new frontier, to find the place to make His Stand. To be his own man --- it is not that there are fewer New Horizons left, it is that
they take increasingly specialized skills.
Boys are being domesticated.
Boys are being Castrated.
Boys are being wasted.
The Men of this society are so lost --- in such an identity crisis.
Who am I? Where do I go? Who do I be? How did I become corrupted?
But men are not corrupted, just lacking a compass.
One has to be incredibly strong to be a Man in our Contemporary Society --- you are suspect, vilified, downtrodden everywhere you turn - everywhere you tarry.
Your only safety is in Nature, wide open spaces, with faithful animal friends, books, music - in your own study.
The Old dragons were Wars, Colonialization, Plunder, Rape and PIllage.
But those frontiers are obsolete - and are no longer persmissible by today's standards ---
So what are the New Frontiers, where are your Dragons?
The Answer is quite simple, in the very Big, and the Very Small.
In Interstellar Space and in The Spaces between Atoms.
In the ills of our society that beckon for men to take hold of their Yang Powers and lead the way.
In Building and Engineering.
In Medical Research.
In Creating new types of business that do not rape and pillage.
In Martial Arts,
In Designing Great Buildings.
In Restoration of Forests and Ecologies
In Building Bridges between Nations
In Writing Great Thundering Works.
In New Forms of Agriculture
Do not be afraid to beat your chest, be proud to be a man.
It is why I love you.
And despite what woman say, it is why they love you too.
Find your Dragons, find you Damsel's locked in towers, Find your Quest young man.
The world will offer you no leg up, no favors --- Instead it will ply you with drugs and alcohol, sex, scandal, Sirens, Incubi and Succubus, - addictions of all kind, indentured servitude/wage slavery, ignorance --- This world will lay every temptation, every obstacle, every Boobytrap, every double jeopardy before you in your Trek to become The Man that you are called, that you are meant to Become.
but that too is Part of your Quest. ~~ ~
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