Someone inadvertently spilled an entire mail list into an email addressed to me as “undisclosed recipient”. The original communication was to the entire Occupy Mellon action contact list for the Occupy Pittsburgh Day of Solidarity and Action against BNY Mellon. The following content is the letter I composed and sent out in several batches, in order to accommodate a reluctant server: The “Subject” line for my message was “occupying” the semantics of “Occupy”.

Dear Mellon Bank action centers,

This is a friendly intrusion, with no malicious intent. I live in Ukiah, California.

Please check this message during some free moments, just print it out and check its questions at some free moment – it does not immediately concern practical planning for the major upcoming action but I feel it has relevance for all of us as individuals going forward, while the scope of the Occupy movement expands exponentially.

Just some thoughts for introspection, not action 🙂

The entire movement is in danger of descending into the realm of human “meme”, that quasi symbolic place that is more defined by its viral nature, its “vertical and horizontal” spread, than its clear definition. And that will be despite on the ground successes or failures that would seem to be energizing our own historical momentum.

Not that “definition” is possible in a linear sense, any more than would be the mythos of Michael Jackson, for example. Regarding “clarity”, it is true that the ideological components of our activist movement itself have been discussed in many venues. Rather, what is being suggested here, however sketchily, are some “obvious” semantic considerations towards adding dimensional depth to the “meme” we “occupy” (not necessarily meant as irony).

Is “occupy”, in any situation, going to “displace” a previous “occupant”? Or is “occupy” an activity in the moment, invading and transforming the inertial force of “what has gone before”? The former is political, the latter is, as suggested, transformational. Seems easy and obvious enough! Who is this guy (your correspondent), anyhow?

But, in a next step, have we occupied our own minds, displacing the swarming cultural “memes” that condition our every experience? Have we transformed the dominant “motivators” of our daily lives, so that we can claim the entitlements of our birth? Do we, in fact, own the language we speak, the words we choose? Or has the momentum of the “obvious” swept us all along?

If these questions can be experienced as liberators, then we shall have plumbed the depths of our own “99%”, and thrown off the shackles, the limitations, of that 1% forebrain “social media” self that keeps us enthralled to the culture we swim in. The culture of  the Abrahamic religions  {not to exclude all the others), the styles and gestures and very postures of our daily life, the identities (national, racial, sexual, etc.).

The “culture”? You can define it from the freedom of your own liberated mind, whenever that occurs if it hasn’t. But throw it off we must! I will cease and desist at this point. I have imposed on your busy lives by taking advantage of someone’s software glitch, where an “undisclosed recipient list” spilled out all over my received email. I am, however, not repentant, but happy to have had this “opportunistic” opportunity to introduce some deviant thinking, or alternative thinking, or “creative” thinking (your choice) to all of you among the undisclosed-recipients.

Ah, and now, I hit the irrevocable send button!

Introducing “self dialog”, in which the author walks around the clock and meets “him”self coming up behind and tapping the shoulder of hindsight, thereafter converted into foresight forever.

Yes, the time has become “good” (do look ahead and note the beginning of  the historical entry itself) –  and who knows when “signing up” ever happens, or happened, or not. In the “then” of it, yes, even the zen of it, we wrote, even as we now write (I obfuscate not) —
historical entry: probably not a good time to sign up, since I’m dumping my att.net account and taking on pacific.net, within the next week. Stay tuned to the update of this profile. I generate shitstorms from right wing nimbies who love the flag and their patriotic rights to be stupid. (note somewhat dated “tirade” or “rant” style, ultimately a problematic stance, but “preserved” for the heck of it)

Rhetorical afterthought: well, this is horribly onanistic. And yes,we are being confessional. We have converted to “auto redundanism”, a form of self corrective confessionalism. Thereby to taunt all with this taint of disingenuous gismic word play.

The comment above the above “afterthought” type entry,  is what was originally entered into my “profile” couple of years ago. The title “placemarker” means just that. This blog will not (was not intended to) activate, if ever it does (and soon it will), until and when my email address changes, and I confer with the several inner beings who govern the AiTengri identity qua persona. That “profile” comment no doubt will be changed, but it is “saved” here in whatever perpetuity exists for this ever new/old blog. By the way, in this perpetual afterthought, the address is already changed. It changed some time ago, causing endless re-writing (so maught it have been)
On this date (after the fact) I am “saved”. I am in the process of perpetuating the deed of perpetrating an “ever-now” constant.

Yes, call this a riddle, the way the narrator of Moby Dick called himself Ishmael.

Pretentious, eh wot? No pretending intended!

Just for starters, however and in this ending of that old beginning: AiTengri is (has been and even then was, as now) a long term moniker “Al Krauss” adopted. All because of the dramatic reality (the romantic allure?) of the Altai landscape he imagined himself galloping across while improvising the music of his not-for-sale CD Shaman’s Piano. Literally, it translates to “Eagle of the Sky God(s)”. The Eagle goes up, comes down, sometimes as messenger, sometimes with talons at the ready. Or with the stench of offal emanating from its feathers and claws.

(What!?) How dare you, little human writing being, taint  my Eagality with intimations of Vulture stench, even in afterthought?

Sorry, I was forced to make that statement, or suffer a nightmare to end all nightmares in my dreams tonight.

Tengri is a mountain in Central Asia, and it also references the Blue Sky God that Genghis Khan dreamed into and identified with.
(Following declarative lecture style statement allowed to remain): Ah, now for my inner Disney to come frumping in with the major ideas  and metaphors (ideas and metaphors are not necessarily mutually exclusive) shared in our community dreamworld. Out of  the Cloud of that dreamworld may strike the lightning bolts of revolution.

So, that’s the gist. The intimation. The dream to be actualized. Words are what the Word was intended to further procreate. This is done on the fly. As in the flight  of the eagle, from the mountain top, to you. Don’t worry about split infinitives, the atom itself splits all too readily.

See  ‘ya after AT&T gets dumped, that miserable Tea Party supporting corporation!! [and as stated above, its been a done deal for a while now]

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