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Blog Post: The Brother Bombers of Boston, The Life of the Mind Boys, The Thin Veneer, and Vaclev Havel on The World in Our Hands

Last week Monday ethnic Chechnian Cambridge residents Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev planted bombs at Boston Patriot's Day marathon killing three. One killed (Friday early a.m.) and other shot and apprehended (Friday early p.m.) after shoot outs that killed or injured others. City in lock down Friday.

Like the deacon said in the church today… It's been an emotional week. And emotion trumps analysis. The constant act of analysis for an inky handed newspaper reader like me (who what where when how and why repeat) - it grinds to a halt starts up again sputters then is fed, fed and overfed because for one thing I'm glued to the tube.  and 'life happened while I was making plans.' In a fog I think: We live in at least two worlds. Two Chechnyan bros did to detriment. But there is hope.

I see somebody on the street and I (the  analytic animal) has to switch gears. I am not crazy. I have to agree these bombers killed three including an eight-year-old boy Little Leaguer. I have to cry. Blew folks' ear drums and turned off the music forever. How could I take that? Maimed too many  : Bombers most obvious trait to be full of hate. But looking at the surveillance footage on Thursday – the footage that caused D's wrestling team mates and others to drop a dime - could only say they look like the college kids Friday night in the alley filling up their bags with 18-packs. College kids shrouded by invisible friend death merchants walking alongside into the news disrupting lives in progress. Ending all that was calm.

The eternal ethnic blood justice thread so was always forming in the columns in the newsprint : Suicide attacks in August 2012 in the volatile North CAUCASUS region - in May, 13 killed and 100 injured at a police station. In April 12, an attempt by henchmen to assassinate rival in London. I only got my hands inky. Everything pointing towards Martial Boudins the 1890s Secret Agent of Joseph Conrad's London pointing to the hello world of Ted Kaczynski, a Conrad fan. Dylan said people change and don't change. Times change and don’t change. I read newspapers all the time and that is my analysis. Meat life is pain.

Analysis/thinking about meat life seems terribly pointless. But this sermon will end with hope.

I was putting together my analysis, while the younger bomber brother was still hiding: The older brother – a Gold Gloves boxer - drew the younger one in. Some of them New Yorker writers came to similar conclude. The Life of the Mind Boys in New York - the New Yorker the New York Times - quickly came to the analysis. And further: that this was historical ethnic terror meets global planet now  - part of the drone war, part of the czars war, some part-part of the Crusades never ending as I've been reading in the papers Lo these many years. Slow train of time to hell.

So, pause. Where is this going? To words from Vaclav Havel, Velvet Underground fan and late Czech Republic president. Words of hope. We walk in a world machinating on various levels. Ranging (at least) from the heart level to the mind level. Great advancements, but transcendence not keeping up! Humans down here below, nose to grind stone - when spirit says 'wide sky mind, deep water feeling, and harshness where softness should be.' (The Buddha)

Earlier in the week making room in file cabinet I found the lost fax of the speech for which I'd often been looking. I came to this in a bit of an odd way.  (Obviously, first, stop looking.) I was driving around in the car and one June day in 1995. Didn’t know it but I was listening to the broadcast of the Harvard University commencement (WHRB). Yknow the scene. I just pulled over and listened and listened. Didnt know who was talking. Didnt know anything about Havel. But the words were thoroughly true and touched me strongly.

"Humanity has evolved over long millennia in all manner of civilizations and cultures that gradually, in very diverse ways, shaped our habits of mind, our relationship to the world, our models of behavior and the values we accept and recognize."

The words, the thoughts rolled on and on, and seemed a distillation of the thin veneer of civilization theme that haunted me in the newspapers. Consequences have ideas. 

For happy days are here again: The life of the mind must meet the beat of the heart. (shout out to John Prine) 

"...aren't the basic commandments of this archetypal spirituality in harmony with what even an unreligious person -- without knowing exactly why -- may consider proper and meaningful?"

I called up the Harvard Information Office the day after and got the text. And carry it to this day. And I will switch now to a version of the text, though it was long misplaced. The World in our Hands.

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[Vaclav Havel, President of the Czech Republic, on the occasion of his receiving an honorary degree of Doctor of Laws, LL.D., at Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts, delivered the Commencement Address on June 8, 1995. We share with our readers a slightly abridged version of this address. -- ED.]

One evening not long ago I was sitting in an outdoor restaurant by the water. My chair was almost identical with the chairs they have in restaurants by the Vitava River in Prague. They were playing the same rock music they play in most Czech restaurants. I saw advertisements I'm familiar with back home. Above all, I was surrounded by young people who were similarly dressed, who drank familiar-looking drinks, and who behaved as casually as their contemporaries in Prague. Only their complexion and facial features were different -- for I was in Singapore.

I sat there thinking about this and for the umpteenth time I realized that, thanks to the modern idea of instant progress with its inherent expansionism and to the rapid evolution of science that comes directly from it, our planet has been covered in the space of a very few decades by a single civilization -- one that is essentially technological. The world is now enmeshed in webs of telecommunication networks consisting of millions of tiny threads or capillaries that not only transmit information of all kinds at lightning speed, but also convey integrated models of social, political, and economic behavior. The life of the human race is completely interconnected not only in the informational sense, but in the causal sense as well. Allow me to use this ceremonial gathering for a brief meditation on the source of the dangers that threaten humanity in spite of this global civilization, and often directly because of it. Above all, I would like to speak about the ways in which these dangers can be confronted.

Many of the great problems we face today, as far as I understand them, have their origin in the fact that this global civilization, though in evidence everywhere, is no more than a thin veneer over the sum total of human awareness. This civilization is immensely fresh, young, new, and fragile, and the human spirit has accepted it with dizzying alacrity, without itself changing in any essential way. Humanity has evolved over long millennia in all manner of civilizations and cultures that gradually, and in very diverse ways, shaped our habits of mind, our relationship to the world, our models of behavior, and the values we accept and recognize. In essence, this new, single epidermis of world civilization merely conceals the immense variety of cultures, of peoples, of religious worlds, of historical traditions and historically formed attitudes, all of which in a sense lie "beneath" it. At the same time, even as the veneer of world civilization expands, this "underside" of humanity demands more and more clearly to be heard and to be granted a right to life.

And thus, while the world as a whole increasingly accepts the new habits of global civilization, another contradictory process is taking place: ancient traditions are reviving, different religions and cultures are awakening to new ways of being, seeking new room to exist, and struggling with growing fervor to realize what is unique to them and what makes them different from others. Ultimately they seek to give their individuality a political expression.

Many nations, or parts of them at least, are struggling against modern civilization or its main proponents for the right to worship their ancient gods and obey the ancient divine injunctions. They carry on their struggle using weapons provided by the very civilization they oppose. In contrast with these technological inventions, other products of this civilization -- like democracy or the idea of human rights -- are not accepted in many places in the world because they are deemed to be hostile to local traditions. In other words, the Euro-American world has equipped other parts of the globe with instruments that not only could effectively destroy the enlightened values which, among other things, made possible the invention of precisely these instruments, but which could well cripple the capacity of people to live together on this earth.

It is my belief that this state of affairs contains a clear challenge not only to the Euro-American world but to our present-day civilization as a whole: to start understanding itself as a multicultural and a multipolar civilization, whose meaning lies not in undermining the individuality of different spheres of culture and civilization but in allowing them to be more completely themselves. This will be possible, even conceivable, only if we all accept a basic code of mutual coexistence, a kind of common minimum we can all share, one that will enable us to go on living side by side. Yet such a code won't stand a chance if it is merely the product of a few who then proceed to force it on the rest. It must be an expression of the authentic will of everyone, growing out of the genuine spiritual roots hidden beneath the skin of our common global civilization. If it is merely disseminated through the capillaries of this skin, the way Coca-Cola ads are -- as a commodity offered by some to others -- such a code can hardly be expected to take hold in any profound or universal way.

But is humanity capable of such an undertaking? Is it not a hopelessly utopian idea? Haven't we so lost control of our destiny that we are condemned to gradual extinction in ever harsher high-tech clashes between cultures because of our fatal inability to cooperate in the face of impending catastrophes, be they ecological, social, or demographic, or of dangers generated by the state of our civilization as such?

I don't know. But I have not lost hope. I have not lost hope because I am persuaded again and again that, lying dormant in the deepest roots of most, if not all, cultures there is an essential similarity, something that could be made -- if the will to do so existed -- a genuinely unifying starting point for that new code of human coexistence that would be firmly anchored in the great diversity of human traditions.

Don't we find somewhere in the foundations of most religions and cultures, though they may take a thousand and one distinct forms, common elements such as respect for what transcends us, whether we mean the mystery of Being or a moral order that stands above us; certain imperatives that come to us from heaven or from nature or from our own hearts; a belief that our deeds will live after us; respect for our neighbors, for our families, for certain natural authorities; respect for human dignity and for nature; a sense of solidarity and benevolence towards guests who come with good intentions?

Isn't the common, ancient origin of our diverse spiritualities, each of which is merely another kind of human understanding of the same reality, the thing that can genuinely bring people of different cultures together? And aren't the basic commandments of this archetypal spirituality in harmony with what even an unreligious person -- without knowing exactly why -- may consider proper and meaningful?

Naturally, I am not suggesting that modern people be compelled to worship ancient deities and accept rituals they have long since abandoned. I am suggesting something quite different: we must come to understand the deep mutual connection or kinship between the various forms of our spirituality. We must recollect our original spiritual and moral substance, which grew out of the same essential experience of humanity. I believe that this is the only way to achieve a genuine renewal of our sense of responsibility for ourselves and for the world. And at the same time, it is the only way to achieve a deeper understanding among cultures that will enable them to work together in a truly ecumenical way to create a new order for the world.

The veneer of global civilization that envelops the modern world and the consciousness of humanity, as we all know, has a dual nature, bringing into question at every step the very values it is based upon, or which it propagates. The thousands of marvelous achievements of this civilization that work for us so well and enrich us can equally impoverish, diminish, and destroy our lives, and frequently do. Instead of serving people, many of these creations enslave them. Instead of helping people to develop their identities, they take them away. Almost every invention or discovery -- from the splitting of the atom and the discovery of DNA to television and the computer -- can be turned against us and used to our detriment.

In our era it would seem that the rational part of the human brain, which has made all these morally neutral discoveries, has undergone exceptional development, while the other part, which should be alert to ensure that these discoveries really serve humanity and will not destroy it, has lagged behind catastrophically. Yet, regardless of where I begin my thinking about the problems facing our civilization, I always return to the theme of human responsibility, which seems incapable of keeping pace with civilization and preventing it from turning against the human race. It's as though the world has simply become too much for us to deal with.

There is no way back. Only a dreamer can believe that the solution lies in curtailing the progress of civilization. The main task in the coming era is something else: a radical renewal of our sense of responsibility. Our conscience must catch up to our reason, otherwise we are lost. It is my profound belief that there is only one way to achieve this: we must divest ourselves of our egoistical anthropocentrism, our habit of seeing ourselves as masters of the universe who can do whatever occurs to us. We must discover a new respect for what transcends us: for the universe, for the earth, for nature, for life, and for reality. Our respect for other people, for other nations, and for other cultures can only grow from a humble respect for the cosmic order and from an awareness that we are a part of it, that we share in it, and that nothing of what we do is lost, but rather becomes part of the eternal memory of Being, where it is judged.

A better alternative for the future of humanity, therefore, clearly lies in imbuing our civilization with a spiritual dimension. It's not just a matter of understanding its multicultural nature and finding inspiration for the creation of a new world order in the common roots of all cultures. It is also essential that the Euro-American cultural sphere -- the one which created this civilization and taught humanity its destructive pride -- now return to its own spiritual roots and become an example to the rest of the world in the search for a new humility.

General observations of this type are certainly not difficult to make, nor are they new or revolutionary. Modern people are masters at describing the crises and the misery of the world which we shape, and for which we are responsible. We are much less adept at putting things right. So what specifically is to be done?

It will certainly not be easy to awaken in people a new sense of responsibility for the world, an ability to conduct themselves as if they were to live on this earth forever, and to be held answerable for its condition one day. Who knows how many horrific cataclysms humanity may have to go through before such a sense of responsibility is generally accepted. But this does not mean that those who wish to work for it cannot begin at once. It is a great task for teachers, educators, intellectuals, the clergy, artists, entrepreneurs, journalists, people active in all forms of public life.

Above all it is a task for politicians. The main task of the present generation of politicians is not, I think, to ingratiate themselves with the public through the decisions they take or their smiles on television. It is not to go on winning elections and ensuring themselves a place in the sun till the end of their days. Their role is to assume their share of responsibility for the long-range prospects of our world and thus to set an example for the public in whose sight they work. Their responsibility is to think ahead boldly, not to fear the disfavor of the crowd, to imbue their actions with a spiritual dimension (which of course is not the same thing as ostentatious attendance at religious services), to explain again and again -- both to the public and to their colleagues -- that politics must do far more than reflect the interests of particular groups or lobbies. After all, politics is a matter of serving the community, which means that it is morality in practice. And how better to serve the community and practice morality than by seeking in the midst of the global (and globally threatened) civilization their own global political responsibility: that is, their responsibility for the very survival of the human race?

I don't believe that a politician who sets out on this risky path will inevitably jeopardize his or her political survival. This is a wrong-headed notion which assumes that the citizen is a fool and that political success depends on playing to this folly. That is not the way it is. A conscience slumbers in every human being, something divine. And that is what we have to put our trust in.

There is far more at stake here than simply standing up to those who would like once again to divide the world into spheres of interest, or subjugate others who are different from them and weaker. What is now at stake is saving the human race. In other words, it's a question of understanding modern civilization as a multicultural and multipolar civilization, of turning our attention to the original spiritual sources of human culture, and above all of our own culture, of drawing from these sources the strength for a courageous and magnanimous creation of a new order for the world.

I have touched on what I think politicians should do. There is, however, one more force that has at least as much, if not more, influence on the general state of mind as politicians do: the mass media. Only when fate sent me into the realm of high politics did I become fully aware of the media's double-edged power. Their dual impact is not a specialty of the media. It is merely an expression of the dual nature of today's civilization of which I have already spoken.

Thanks to television the whole world discovered, in the course of an evening, that there is a country called Rwanda where people are suffering beyond belief. Thanks to television the whole world, in the course of a few seconds, was shocked and horrified about what happened in Oklahoma City and, at the same time, understood it as a great warning for all. That is the wonderful side of today's mass media, or rather of those who gather the news. Humanity's thanks belong to all those courageous reporters who voluntarily risk their lives wherever something evil is happening, in order to arouse the conscience of the world.

There is, however, another, less wonderful aspect of television, one that merely revels in the horrors of the world or, unforgivably, makes them commonplace, or compels politicians to become first of all television stars. I never fail to be astonished at how much I am at the mercy of television directors and editors, at how my public image depends far more on them than it does on myself, at how important it is to smile appropriately on television, or choose the right tie, at how television forces me to express my thoughts as sparely as possible, in witticisms, slogans, or sound bytes, at how easily my television image can be made to seem different from the real me. I am astonished by this and at the same time, I fear it serves no good purpose.

I am not outraged with television or the press for distorting what I say, or ignoring it, or editing me to appear like some strange monster. I am not angry with the media when I see that a politician's rise or fall often depends more on them than on the politician concerned. What interests me is something else: the responsibility of those who have the mass media in their hands. They too bear responsibility for the world and for the future of humanity. Just as the splitting of the atom can immensely enrich humanity in a thousand and one ways and, at the same time, can also threaten it with destruction, so television can have both good and evil consequences. Quickly, suggestively, and to an unprecedented degree, it can disseminate the spirit of understanding, humanity, human solidarity and spirituality, or it can stupefy whole nations and continents. And just as our use of atomic energy depends solely on our sense of responsibility, so the proper use of television depends on our sense of responsibility as well.

Whether our world is to be saved from everything that threatens it today depends above all on whether human beings come to their senses and whether they understand the degree of their responsibility and different new relationship to the very miracle of Being. The world is in the hands of us all. And yet some have a greater influence on its fate than others. The more influence a person has -- be they politician or television announcer -- the greater the demands placed on their sense of responsibility and the less they should think merely about personal interests.

In conclusion allow me a brief personal remark. I was born in Prague and I lived there for decades without being allowed to study properly or visit other countries. Nevertheless, my mother never abandoned one of her secret and quite extravagant dreams: that one day I would study at Harvard. Fate did not permit me to fulfill her dream. But something else happened, something that would never have occurred even to my mother: I have received a doctoral degree at Harvard without even having to study here. More than that, I have been given to see Singapore and countless other exotic places. I have been given to understand how small this world is and how it torments itself with countless things it need not torment itself with if people could find within themselves a little more courage, a little more hope, a little more responsibility, a little more mutual understanding and love.

Office of the Prezidenta/Press Dept. Czech Republic June 8, 1995.

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From the Vaults Modern Times

Modern Times

Times change and don’t change.

So Dylan wrote in notes from his sole Egyptian Records release, a 1996 tribute to Jimmie Rodgers. That notion, that things change but don’t change, has been central to the set of records he began with Time Out of Mind [1997], continued with Love and Theft [2001], and adds to now with Modern Times.

As we out here in radioland tend to think of things as trilogies, it is now a trilogy. All and all, it’s been a grand return to form for Dylan. Modern Times stands with the previous two sessions like a Black Panther trackster at the Olympics - head down and fist up, getting a medal while the National Anthem plays. Maybe with an eye on the exit. The return to form is triadic.

Modern Times? Who knows? Maybe that’s the key. Have you noticed that what was pre-modern is now post-modern? But what about that Modern?! There is a rich sound here – and hell if it and its immediate antecedents aint likable to the rebirthed art Chaplin offered the world in his few sparse talkies, a resurge of genius long after his Silent Era heyday.

From the Vaults Apr5 2008

MUSIC THAT MATTERS TO ZIM - This site hasn’t written about Bob Dylan for awhile. Here goes. He has a new mix out, 2008. His fave raves. Artists Choice: Bob Dylan – Music That Matters To Him.

Came into some Starbucks, which is another story, but I said why buy a lot of coffee? So I go in there and buy a CD off the rack. From the Artists Choice series. Bob Dylan – Music That Matters To Zim.

And unlike Theme Time Radio show, this has no theme. ‘Stuff I am listening to when you asked what I was listening to’ he explains as the selection criteria. Pee Wee Crayton, The Stanley Brothers, Sol Hoopi and others. Numbers, really. Good discs. Slick records. Unevenly: Life Like. ‘There are a lot of different ways a record can get under your skin,’ he tells Starbucks Entertainment.

Anyway it was the best thing I ever got at a Starbucks. There is Pee Wee Clayton guitar intro the spitting image of Revolution by John Lennon and the Beatles. The sad café of Gus Visier French gypsy accordionist doing Flambee Montalbanaise (Valse). The jazzy figure of Frank Loesser’s I Hear Music as done by lost angel and angel band Billie Holiday and Her Orchestra. And more.

Among the blues numbers ..

Pretty Baby by Junior Parker. This I know from Kim Wilson’s version on the Ron Levy Wild Kingdom record. But hadn’t heard Junior’s. Perfect marching harp and drums Gut gone guitar. Sun sound. Slashing guitarist Pat Hare plays on this and Dylan pays tribute to Hare’s style an, in his notes, which are key to this set, touches on Hare’s tragic trajectory. This guy Pat Hare is not known too widely. A lot of guys can count many Muddy Waters band guitarists and miss Pat. But he was there. I heard about him before I sought to find if I heard him Sunnyland Slim talked about him...why he disappeared .. was life for murder. Behind any of his songs now is that story.

Little by Little by Junior Wells on the Profile Label. I first heard this minor key number on Sam Charters’ produced Vanguard Wells’ record which included Buddy Guy. [Nope: Second Thought: The Rolling Stones did ‘this’ on their first U.S. LP I heard that first.] This is the A No. 1 original version, and it includes (according to Blues Records) Earl Hooker and Lafayette Leake. Menace, trailing her all night, in a car, scared of what, you are looking for. Politically incorrect school of blues but something we know. Junior was really great, but flawed. Ultimately he was an intrinsic member of a fantastic group of Blues masons. As Dylan writes: “[Junior Wells] scaled the heights when he was full out himself, but slid down hill when he tried to become James Brown … it’s the kind of Chicago blues that is the result of a bunch of guys in a small hot room playing together at the same time.” My opinion too. Junior set about to be the precursor of James Brown after the fact to some disadvantage. But with a band of brothers, incredible.

Charley Jordan’s Keep it Clean I know from R.Crumb’s update version. As Dylan points out, as John Hurt did in a way in his day, the songster is part of the tradition. Outside the realm of blues really. Hurt saw himself as a songster, and thought himself a cut below the bluesman, who, I don’t know, had maybe more of the shaman magic. Charley Jordan’s thing has enough double entendre to be the blues!

The notes are great. Dylan like all music buffs remembers the events around a record. He found it at a Salvation Army. He had a scratchy copy of The Fields Have Turned Brown by the Stanley Brothers, and he misses the scratchy copy now cause of lost of ghost-like whine. He loved going up to John Hammond’s office because he’d give him all these Billie Holiday records. More.

A long time ago we knew Dylan took in everything. His radio show and disk samplers [just discovered there is a two-disk set of Radio Theme Time favorites] display this. I don’t want to start a controversy on the order of the Yazuka thing – but I think this may be a Team Dylan effort. By that I mean: Eddie Gorodetsky was the producer of the radio show, and I think I see his mark here.

Eddie had the one of the greatest radio shows of all time in Boston in the 70s. A college radio blues show on WERS the Emerson College station. Boy I used to love to hear him play Little Walter, Jimmy Rogers and so on late on a Friday afternoon. But he had a real penchant for a type of novel jump blues that shows up in Dylan’s artist’s choices. I can imagine coming in with a bunch of disks for Dylan to select through – he is also probably a font of anecdotes on the artists – I imagine him and Dylan riffing in order to come up with Dylan’s actual commentary between numbers on the radio or in the liner notes on the CDs. Eddie could be terrifically funny. He went on to write for Saturday Night Live and now produces the TV show Two-And-A-Half Men. [Way back Eddie also worked at the cooker at the old Rainbow Rib Room on far Newbury St. – the late night place to go after the bars closed.]

I got my stories on these records too. In the last couple of years we’ve seen both Ray Price and Wanda Jackson. Both times with the thought; This stuff is disappearing. {Now getting the notion that I am disappearing too.} Jim Haas turned me on to the Ethiopiques like Getachew Kassa who does a fast Tezeta which I transliterate as Melancholy Sadness – I purused his collection while he and the family went to watch Bobby Bonds break Mark McQuires single-season home run record a couple of miles away. Junior Wells: Well that was our first date, me and Cecelia at Jonathan Swifts in Harvard Square.

Also

Out There

Gordon Thomas on Peter Watkins and thePolitics of Expression - BrightLights

Upcoming

Jeff Hull Titanic Transmissions - Hall Space, April 19 - May 24, 0pening reception Saturday, April 19 3-6pm

Sunday

Ray Davies at Orpheum Theatre - Boston Herald American Record Traveller

Sunday funnies on Saturday night: X-9 serial unit

In 1934, Secret Agent X-9 comic strip appeared, produced by Dashiell Hammett and Alex Raymond. Teacher and Writer Bill Blackbeard described Secret X-9 as "The gala wedding of the pulps to the comics."  When I was a boy, on Sunday (I'd be baby sitting my sister while my folks went first to church), they used to read the Sunday Funnies on the TV (WTMJ). This was much as I tried to do here. Out of curiosity, I further tried to make it a bit like an old radio show, with sound effects and music. The run time for this is 4:29, and it covers 21 'cels' from the comic strip (at 3 per day, plus Sunday roll up, that might have meant a week), as was discovered in Secret Agent X-9 (Nostalgia Press, 1976). Blackbeard wrote that X-9 was Hearst's answer to the News Syndicate success known as Dick Tracy.

When will I arrive?

When will I arrive?

"Cuando llegare...Cuando llegare al bohio?"*

On this day
trees root toward heaven

here on earth
a train fills with clinicians

the samba floats
half drunken
with coffee

come here dear
mind the gap
baby

the train wind
will suck you in
send pop bottles to flying

youll get to paradise
just not today

when you will arrive
no one can really say.

-Jack Vaughan, Apr 2013

*Al Vaiver de mi Caretta