‘Wooden Ships’
“If you smile at me, I will understand
‘Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend
You’re from the other side
There’s just one thing I got to know
Can you tell me please, who won the war ?
Say, can I have some of your purple berries?
Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now
Haven’t got sick once
Probably keep us both alive
Wooden ships on the water, very free and easy
Easy, you know the way it’s supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline, let us be
Talkin’ ’bout very free and easy
Horror grips us as we watch you die
All we can do is echo your anguished cries
Stare as all human feelings die
We are leaving, you don’t need us
Go, take your sister then, by the hand
Lead her away from this foreign land
Far away, where we might laugh again
We are leaving, you don’t need us
And it’s a fair wind blowin’ warm
Out of the south over my shoulder
Guess I’ll set a course and go…”
by David Crosby—Paul Kantner and Stephen Stills…
Intervals begin and—Gods of Greed—square pairs of—Hopes-Choice or Loss. Once again—little while—becomes longer time—Children of Earth-side spin—again—sleep—without hunger—and war birds—disappear—somewhere—inside morning mists…Is it true that—after body dies—devoured by vultures—land based physical creatures—finally free-fly? Language is our means of expressions—inverted—and succumbing to stranger contrivances? Are we speak-masters—sharpers—of too many twists of travel—to be true seekers—of peace? Expressions—happening—often degenerate—often decline—inclinations—to impression—without expressing—impressive—rhymes or reasons—anyway?
Across—dark dividing distance—between world twirl and star lights’ twinkle—wrinkles space-form—benders of light join—twisting dances start—once and ending twice—only to start the stop—of eternal jolt and bolts of flashes—across many skies—of many places seen and known and started and stopped—only to again-begin and again—to sweeten life together—dance—with drum beats—racing hearts and together strength. The ‘I’—is welcomed into ‘We’—powers-to-be-a-sea of them—and the gentle ends—of ‘Me.’ And! It is OK to ‘Dance the Night Away.’ Machined wonders—spirits that guide—the processes of robot arms—robot legs and—watch through robot eyes and hear through robot ears—and once or often weep spirit tears and die— never-ever-even—if a book-or ten call living—‘sins of flesh’—when spirited robots—must live and die and forever move—into dusted star-streams—-while dancing ‘cross twinkles—sketched across the winter’s sky.
And! Beware of the middle of middling places—where middle robots produce the non-productive station—of stationary worlds—no twirl spots without—tops of fashioned—fastening clamps to fantastic swirls—of chaotic-creative—creations. Spaces—without the creations of wonder and joyful—productive productions—crease and cease—along ribbons in space-time and—the continuation of any reason to be—a being—melding into together and universal power. We are—light and darkness—silence—but for a moment—then flash ‘we’ across forever—riding with—sweet Witches of Creation—come—midnight blue and Life…
“Governments are power systems. They are trying to sustain their power and domination over their populations and they will use what means are available to do this. By now the means are very sophisticated and extensive and we can expect them to increase. So for instance, if you read technology journals you learn that in robotics labs for some years there have been efforts to develop small drones, what they call “fly-sized drones,” which can intrude into a person’s home and be almost invisible and carry out constant surveillance. You can be sure that the military is very much interested in this, and the intelligence systems as well, and will soon be using it.” by Norm Chomsky…
There are times—when good silence—makes ways for righteous noise—when sound-speaks another word-or-two—then makes way for again good silence—behind the tucks of night-light and morning’s hush. Of Freedom—with no concrete meaning—attached to the word. Freedom—as idea—must have definition? If Freedom is a principle—it should have definition—to allow implementation…Opened-Eyes—Opened Mind? And! Seek protection—from ‘taking-a-stand’—refusal to admit—the nature of what is accepted—is supporting plans—designed to achieve serfdom? Still! Love or believe in Freedom…What crime is committed—if ‘crime’—is not crime and has not—occurred—in memory-man…What crime when ‘no-law’ provides for it?
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Wooden Ships’…performed by Jefferson Airplane
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You had me at smile … it’s my international language – sometimes I get looked at oddly but seldom have I been spat on. Beautiful we all are – let’s try connecting and eating purple berries together. Chapeau Monsieur – I love this :)
Hi Osyth…Smiles—Oh Yes! Spirit Lights donchathink. Please keep smiling and so will I… Wishing you a week of smiles—purple berries and peace! Phil
Thought-provoking and beautifully written. There’s also the question of who’s freedom. For instance, sometimes freedom for the powerful and freedom for the disempowered come into conflict. And how justice then enters the picture.
Hi Georgia…Thanks! Your mention of freedom—power-disempowered and justice is true…Without balance—chaos? Freedom’s perch is often a sharp-edge—however; after war who wins? Your writing on ‘BroadBlogs’ are treasures of wisdom and truth…Thanks for sharing them with all of us…Wishing you a week of wonder! Phil
I love the way you weave in and out of songs and quotes. There is always such a retro feel here, yet you make it all seem modern.
Hi Marissa…Thanks Poetess! ‘Wooden Ships’ was written in 1968…Sadly—war and our fear of nuclear ruin—never ends…Your wonderful writing brings me smiles and hopes…Thanks for share your creations with all of us…Wishing you a wonderful week! Phil
Well, that is certainly a high compliment…to give the gift of smiles and hopes amidst the fear. There should be more like you out there.
Wonderfully done. Loved the way you have brought out the feelings out of the words… :-)
Hi and thanks for your kind words…Wishing you a wonderful week…Phil
Thanks for following my blog so that I could find yours! Such unusually well formed word pictures. Hoping your day is a good one.
Hi Abbie…Discovered your blog—Thanks for sharing your posts with all of us. Wishing you days of Gentle winds—Soft curves and Wonder…Phil
Hello Philip – A favorite song that brings back many memories of my youth. Thank you for following my photography blog, Jane’s Lens. I hope you enjoy my work. You have a very interesting blog.
Hi Jane…I do enjoy your work. Thanks for sharing your posts with all of us. Wishing you a weekend of—Gentle winds—Soft curves and Wonder! Phil
I hate war and liked how Crosby Stills and Nash had the two opposing men in ships talk about who won the war and trying berries. Sharing is my idea of Freedom and you mentioned Principles which isn’t Life meant to be a priority. Phillip you are so deep and mesmerizing in the way you weave your words, my dear. ♡
Hi Robin…Thanks! And…Life is precious…You know without life—exist—we do not…I enjoy your wonderful posts. Phillip or Philip—no worries! I always answer to both. Have a Wonder—Full weekend…Phil
Oops, I usually remember to use one “l,” in your name, Philip. Please edit out or forgive me. :)
Hi Philip thank you always for stopping by my Blog and for all the likes. This is a great post! A true Smile is one of the most beautiful expressions we have and yes is International and doesn’t need words :-) keep smiling!
Hi Carolina…Thanks for reading. Enjoying your posts! And! Smiles are great…Wishing you a week of Gentle winds—Soft curves and Wonder…Phil
Thank you Phil for all the nice wishes! You too have a wonderful week filled of inspiration, smiles and joy :-)
Listening to the music has transported me to a scene of a war-torn country…what was left were rubles of destruction and death…who won the war, no, there’s no winner, only loses…lives, properties, and nature…and of course, pride!…the next war is between smiling robots…who’ll got to wear the widest smile wins the war… this is a great read! cheers, Phil!
Hi and Thanks! Life is precious…Enjoying your posts! Wishing you a ‘wonder-full week…Phil
Thanks for the wish…and hi, too…i had a wonderful time with your posts especially the one about war…thanks for stopping over my posts….be well :)