VERA, MARVIN & JOHNNY. Preaching in a bar tonight on San Francisco Bay. Some people say you cant preach, cant really get the whoop, without a big daddy god - but we are so fascinated with Earth life, we love the creation - dont need to create a creator. Anyway - Ill have that bay in the window, the emotions of the tides, reflected in the eyes of our friends the church-goers sitting on bar-stools. I want a blessing from that water, to be able to preach so that the bellows of my lungs and the saxophone of my throat are blowing so hard and true that Im at least 51% non-pixelated. I need to re-wild myself here in the heart of dot com land, and maybe drag some listeners along screaming. I want to preach wildly. What preacher doesnt want to be the Marvin Gaye of Whats Going On? Alternate that with the Johnny Cash of Burning Ring of Fire and youve got a hair-raising sermon. Well, my subject in the bar by the bay will be Vera Scroggins, pictured here - the grandmother of the little fracked town of Montrose PA. Vera is under virtual house arrest, the local justice system having been taken over by the Cabot Gas & Oil Co. She was enjoined by a judge not to trespass on any property owned or controlled by Cabot, which she agreed to without the representation of a lawyer. But the judge didnt mention that the company owns the mineral rights under the whole town. Now Vera Scroggins cant walk from her front door to her favorite diner… If I preach that right, with the Gaye-Cash verve and gravel, then Ill nominate Veras story as a kick-off myth of our Earth Movement - like the Greensboro Four was to Civil Rights - when racist Woolworths owned where those four young heroes could sit. Social movements have parable-like stories that people repeat to each other and build up courage to do the counter-intuitive things that we must do to save ourselves. You can tell our Earth defending effort is not a powerful movement yet because we are still called protesters. Thats processed language from long-gone days, preserved in pixels and delivered micro-waved. Dont call me no protester. We will all protest when there isnt much life left anymore... and we wont have the time to label each other like cheap products. Will our world end without armies of planet-criers? Bay-momma bless me with a real shout tonite. Earthalujah!
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 17:24:19 +0000
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