POETRY AND EDUCATION
By Jack Bowman © 2004
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POETRY AND EDUCATIONBy Jack Bowman © 2004
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"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him" (John 1:1-3).
The word was then, and still is, used to control. After all, the Holy Bible is merely a control mechanism of rules.
But in the beginning was not the word. In the beginning was the species. A mostly hairless creative creature running around naked in the forest grubbing for roots. This is what we really are and the poems that follow recognize this.
PLATO ON CREATIVITY AND GOVERNMENT
Even though government/education claims they appreciate creativity and respect it. They are lying. Governments never have and never will. Plato saw this with the following information;
ALBERT EINSTEIN ON ART AND EDUCATION
"The minority, the ruling class at present, has the schools and press, usually the church as well, under its thumb. This enables it to organize and sway the emotions of the masses and make its tool of them." from N.Y.Times Magazine November 9, 1930
"The crippling of individuals I consider the worst evil of capitalism. Our whole educational system suffers from this evil. An exaggerated competitive attitude is inculcated into the student, who is trained to worship acquisitive success as a preparation for his future career." from Monthly Review, May, 1949
GOVERNMENT AND STABILITY
Very few people can grasp the true concept of Public Education. This is due to the excessive conditioning of the Government, the Media and the Education establishment.
Government itself seeks stability. Education seeks stability. The rules are far, far more important than what the rules are made for. Unless, of course, they were made for stability and not the species.
To the system (Civilization) words are THE tool for conditioning the people. My poetry, that follows, has beaten the system at it's own game. It is the use of words to free the people to seek their own individuality.
PUBLIC SCHOOL
Innocent children.....off to school.....Reading.....Writing.....Arithmetic
Starting school with a pledge.....A silent prayer....a singing anthem.....a blank paper.....a writing pen
Stay in line.....don't be bold.....obey the teacher .....follow the rules.....fill in the paper.....with what you are told
Essays on patriots.....of freedom false.....play the game.....take all the shit.....the bell rings.....Nazi Germany 1933
FUND RAISERS
PTA - group insane.....selling candy.....for the school thang.....conning children for material gain
Gather the children.....give them a pep talk.....offer them prizes.....offer them candy.....collect the money.....must get the money.
Collecting the money is never done.....school trained.....capitalist piglets.....trained them with the candy con.
Free education.....where the hell did it go.....we sold our children....we sacrificed their soul.
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Control, control ..... Reward ...... Give you candy in little kids school ...... Only. If you do as you are told .... You are told "Learn to Count Money".....You are told "Learn Words - Capitalism, Pacifism".... Buy stuff, buy stuff, buy stuff"......First Candy, stickers and stars .... Pavlov Dogs ..... Later you will salivate .... When the capitalist dangle products in front of you ..... You .... Just a pavlovian dog .... Taught to salivate.....Conditioned to consume .... By the control people .... The people you loved .... in little school .....You loved them because you needed them for survival ...... They used you, abused you for their survival ..... Hear the bell ...... Salivating, Salivating ..... Pavlovian Dog ..... The method was the message.
DESTROY THIS PAPER
There are only 450,000 words in the English language. The real absurdity of civilization is that it believes these words are adequate to explain life. They are not. Art is far better suited for truth. As long as Civilizations stress the significance of words over art we will be caught in a low ebb and will never realize our potential to get along as human beings.
Destroy all books and replace them with truth of thought.
Destroy all written laws and replace them with just actions.
Destroy all systems that rely on words for control.
Destroy these words and replace them with a piece of art.
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Published in Wright State University’s Nexus, Vol 29, Fall 1993/Winter 1994
All words, in all languages, can only explain things that we already know, or things that our memory already has images or feelings for. Why do you think the kindergarten teacher showed you a red apple when she wanted you to learn the words "red" and "apple"? We were aware of the existence off the red apple but we didn’t know the words red and apple. In fact, our awareness of the red apple was far greater than the words red and/or apple taught us. We were aware of how it tasted, how it felt, how it smelled, how the juice would run down our chin when we bit into it. The conditioning of the words "red" and "apple" by our kindergarten teacher actually dumbed us up. We were a far lesser person for lowering this great juicy thing down to two stupid words called "red" and "apple". Art lets you see the world afresh. As though you were in pre-school. Without a conditioned response. Art makes us aware of all the things we have never been conditioned to accept. Art shows us these things:
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THEY AND I, AT THE PIQUA HOMECOMING FOOTBALL GAME (14 OCTOBER 1994)
When they see the stars and stripes...I see a swastika
When they see the color guard dressed in green with yellow stripes...I see them dressed in black with two lightning bolts.
When they hear the crowd Indian warhoop...I hear Jim Jones encouraging his followers to drink.
When they see the man in tight pants - with long serpentine penis guarding the eggs...I see sterile glass balls and a hollow ceramic tube.
When they smell the popcorn...I smell the mustard gas of the Argonne Forest.
When they see the players rolling on the field...I see babies that never drank milk from their mothers breast.
When they hear the clash of two helmets...I hear bullets penetrating soft pliable babies skulls.
When they see the Quality Piqua school signs...I see Sparta carrying away the children at seven to condition them to die for their country.
When they hear the mother cheer her son on...I hear the Spartan mother-without tears - as she hands the shield to her son - say - "Return with it, or upon it"
When they see the word Piqua and the yardage marked on the field...I see Leuctra and 371 B.C.
When they hear the national anthem...I hear taps.
When they see a cheerleader do a cartwheel...I see a naked camp follower - with legs spread wide - inviting the sperm of tomorrows last battle.- Then douching with acid - terminating the genetic funneling of a million years.
Who are they?...They are the community leaders that sent the soldiers off to Sparta's last battle.
Who am I? ... I am the one the community leaders executed just before Sparta's last battle. - I am the one executed before every last battle. - I am the the one pleading - begging- and crying before every last battle.
What are their names?...Their names are mister, sir, doctor, officer and your honor.
What is my name? ... My name is known by the old women that have cried each night since the last war.- Old women that gave their son's milk from their breast - that cry for the football player son that played his last game. - Ask these old women that douched with alum. These old women with bitter shriveled vaginas. They will tell you my name.
LINKS TO RELATED MATERIAL
http://jackbowman.home.mindspring.com/poetry/perfpoet.htm Performance Poetry with definition of the word
http://jackbowman.home.mindspring.com/quantum/index.html Quantum Poetry
http://www.bright.net/~dapoets/disd.htm Words about words
http://www.bright.net/~dapoets/bugs/insect1.htm Insect World
