TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY ENERGY JOBS
These will be healing, and fun. We’ll be zipping around, yet plodding or stationary as required. Reduced hardship, the promise of civilization, the idea implicit. That which we read about through columns and our colored plates.
Let me tell you more about 21st Century energy jobs. It’s a real deal, the whole package, based on new green energy. This new green energy means people have to work less unless they want to work more. This new green energy provides jobs and leisure, distributed to everyone, fabric from the thread. Cultivated.
It helps animals roll, too, such that they follow the opening of the widened corridors left to let. Sprouting nature through variegated patter, breath showing tapestry, jaw interlocking into flank when that fits the weft, or feathered heads rubbing loving, woof. Et cetera.
Our new green energy intimates, “Everyone is to have at least three months of rest and vacation every rotation around the sun.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid for poetry.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid for oration.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid for riding your bike to get organic fruits and vegetables.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid for taking walks in woods.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid for raising your family.”
This new green energy says, “Thou shalt be paid in every way we can pay you.”
Twenty-twentying before twenty-twenty, people, animals, dream.
We had our oil lamp dreams. Yellow like yellow sun. The oil light flickers, the coal light flickers, the gas light flickers, but sun doesn’t flicker, it licks.
The old sad viscous liquid energy underground.
It created a lot of containers and forms. Forms from itself. Forms that we could eat and drink from. It was everywhere. It created joy from time to time. It burgeoned us. It increased crop yields. The old energy didn’t realize it would explode us.
Sad, that old viscous energy of the large monoculture crop harvesting machines.
That old fossil energy we loved, we are to use less and less of. Old fossil energy, please do not turn fertilizers that burden, pesticides not needed.
Sad, that old fossil energy diffracted into 300 plastic chemicals in a newborn baby’s body.
Old coal, be done unspent. Let mountain remain mountain. We need not misuse. We can hurdle over unbroke remnant grace. Old fossil energy, may we use you less and less. Please remain dormant, let yourself rest. Sequester yourself from temptation. Gone wrong, it was, wad it up.
Winner took all took too much, old energy. Winner took all saw you diffracted into air that it didn’t bother to filter. We are shining a light into this, we are finding pollutants we’ll no longer hide behind the treeline, tipped past the vertex around the corners, bubbling behind the bends. We are to clean up what we’ve messed.
Winner took all lost itself, old energy. Winner took all could not find itself. Winner took all was a lonely place to be. Winner took all can not flicker into islands, gates and guards. Winner took all can not sequester into self imposed prisons through which air would flower into sicknesses of sheltered existences.
Winner took all can not hide behind gates–the gates are sirens. The gates are guarded by alarms that ring. Winner took all, please give yourself up. We know you are giving yourself up, winner took all. Buffet, Soros, Gates… Buffet and Soros and Gates are giving themselves up. Good for them that got and saw that they’d got too much. Good for them who got hot dog god to do good.
We, the human animals, are to follow the whirl of the grain of the promise that this Ness dreams for us.
The whirl that whisks us away from nightmares, past temptation.
The whirl that creates round tables, the whirl that creates constitutions.
The whirl that creates the Lower Middle Class Ethic, not as an ethic of the oppressed but an ethic of the blessed.
Let’s all have that ethic. Let’s let loose the stuff, let us employ in productive technologies that appreciate, repair, iterate over and sift. Clean, think, do. Make amends. Blend. Work wonders.
Earth is not a car with a depreciating blue book value. Earth is a space ship. Earth is a space ship and we have what we need to fly around the sun and the sun has what it needs to fly around its rotation, too. The solar system is a spaceship. We are being rescued. We are rescuing ourselves.
~ Lady