Thursday, December 10, 2009

Pioneers! Oh Pioneers! (By: Walt Whitman)

COME my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the
seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines
within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high
plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental
blood intervein'd,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the
Northern,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
(bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang'd and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon'd
mistress,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly
fill'd,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill'd.
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,
Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life's involv'd and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions
pressing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!
Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait
behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your
work,)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock'd and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding
on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the daybreak call-hark! how loud and clear I hear it
wind,
Swift! to the head of the army!-swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Analysis of Life

Credited to: Alan Watts (a British Philosopher, writer, speaker, and student of comparative religion)

In music, one does not make the end of a composition the point of the composition. If that were the case, the best conductors would be the ones that conducted the fastest. And there would be composers who wrote only one note. If the end of the composition was the point of the composition, people would go to concerts just to see one crashing chord, and that would be the end. But this is entirely different in our education system when it is compared to our every-day conduct, which gives it a completely different impression.

What we do is that we put a child into the corridor of the grade system and he/she goes to kindergarten, and the great thing is that when he/she finishes that, then they go to first grade. And then first grade leads to second grade and so on until that individual reaches high school. Now it's revving up, everything is getting very intense and very competitive but for what? After high school, it's college. And after college, it's graduate school and when you're done with graduate school, that individual (you or me) goes out to join society and the rest of the world.

You're now in the work force and let's say you work in a big company that is in the insurance business. Now there's a standard or quota that you have to make to achieve the next level or promotion, to say. When you reach that promotion, there's another standard to achieve and then another. You're reaching for something, and that something is coming, It's coming closer and closer and there is a build-up, all of the work you've ever done in your life is leading you to this point. That great thing, that great success that you must reach or fulfill that you're working for.

Then one day, you will wake up as an 40 or 50 year old man/woman and you will finally realize that you've made it. You've reached the fulfillment or that achievement. But the thing is that you will never feel different from what you've always felt. And there's a slight letdown because you feel it as if you were hoaxed. And there was a hoax, a dreadful hoax. It made you miss everything else in life.

We thought of life as an analogy of a journey or some pilgrimage, which had a very serious purpose at the end and your purpose was to get to that end! For whatever it is, it might be money, or any great goal or purpose that anyone has set for themselves. What are your goals? What is your purpose in life? What are you trying to achieve?

As we defiantly try to achieve that purpose at the end, we miss the point the whole way along. The point of the composition was that you were suppose to play or to sing or to dance with the music.

The point of the musical composition was and still is enjoyment.