...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors



this order, set down by creation:

The church, he said, "should protect man from the destruction of himself. A sort of ecology of man was needed, he said," adding: "The tropical forests do deserve our protection; but man, as a creature, does not deserve any less."

Benedict focused his attack on what he described as "gender" theories, "which lead towards the definitive emancipation of man from creation and the creator".

Homosexual groups in Italy called the speech an unfounded attack on homosexuality and, more specifically, on people who undergo sex changes.
Tom Kington/Riazat Butt/GuardianUK 23.Dec.08
There's a song, by Lil Wayne, called "Lollipop". It was very popular in 2008. I didn't hear it til last week, because I'm old now and a social outlier. When I did hear it it knocked me out.
So I went and found it on the internet, and listened to it probably 30 or so times since, side by side with Christina Aguilera's "Dynamite", and Britney Spears' "Kill the Lights".
Great stuff, great stuff.
But that "Lollipop" man that was something new. And so melodic.
Yesterday morning, laying in bed and meditating on the day to come, I realized - it's "Cathy's Clown" by the Everly Brothers.
Enough that the Everly's should be getting royalties from it probably.
But the thing is when you hear it there, wherever you hear it first, it seems to have come from there, so all those kids are crediting Lil Wayne and his partner-in-song the late Static Major with creating the tune, when in point of fact they are changing the lyrics and passing it on, carrying it, riding it.
When Wayne sings "Shorty wants a thug"
you can hear Phil and Don singing "When you see me shed a tear"
note for note.
I'm still knocked out by Lil Wayne's version, but it's a version. And the original's trackable back through Phil and Don Everly to the human ecologies of pre-industrial Europe, to the real environment that was ours before we were "emancipated".
And that needs to get reinforced, because of what happened to the people that really sang that music, out of their daily lives and for no recompense, for love only.
When the Pope talks about the rainforest and "man as a creature" it would be uplifting if he could bring himself to recognize that there are still people living in the rainforest right now, people who the Church in its wisdom deemed inferior, subhuman, expendable, fit for slavery and extinction, redeemable only by baptism and haircut and servile roles in civilized society.
People whose ways of living in the rainforest then and now are part of the rainforest, and in harmony with it.
Deep harmony, thrilling harmony when you catch it. Really old music, from before music was enslaved along with its makers.
Free music.
It would also be thrilling, or at the very least inspiring, if the Pope and his organization had been first, or even just among the first, to speak of things like "ecology", instead of following safely along behind people who were speaking of them and getting ridiculed, for their defense of things like "ecology" and "rainforest". How encouraging if the Pope, any Pope, had spoken adamantly when no one but scientists even knew what the words meant, instead of waiting until even the dullest journalist had those words in his vocabulary, instead of waiting until it was safe to speak about these things, because the damage had gotten unavoidably noticeable and those early campaigners had long since brought it to the attention of the world.
None of which is to suggest that homosexuals and heterosexuals are equals in any but the most basic sense of being, of being human and here and therefore unique and treasurable, as much as Olympic athletes and Para-Olympic athletes and children and old people and all the full blooming of what we are, what that is, that "human".
No one would argue that the rose is most centrally there in its bud and bloom. The bloom of humanity is the reproducing female.
A bunch of overweight asexual at best, hypocritically perverted at worst, priests hiding behind that glorious flower and at the same time pretending to defend it, is what I see there.
Singing songs they got from other voices and other hearts, and giving no due praise or recognition to where the music really came from, came to them from, while the rewards keep coming in.

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