Monday, June 28, 2010
Porca Madonna! Build, baby, build!
I gave up politics when I'd check the phases of the moon
before campagning. Never campaign on a full moon! Gnotis sauton, says Socrates Know thyself. I mean, be realistic.
Know thyself for a madman-- and a politician can't be friggin' crazy. Neither can a teacher be batshit.. So I had to be a writer.
A writer is a person who writes.
But you can't just write into a vacuum, or all of it going into your drawer... Or drawers?
Writing has for you has to become a social act, or you're just one of those "precious" people, you know tht type, the tarot cards, the I-Ching, the black leotards, the ouija board. Occasional Goth... The unskilled guitar player. The black stockinged "chess broad" of the coffee house Fifties, where are they now?
So you can't just write into a box.
Sometimes I think even online writing is a little bit like masturbation. Feels good, but it's damn lonely, old Jerry Rubin notwithstanding. "If it feel good, do it." Well, forty years later, it seems that this was all he and Abbie Hoffman were good for. What did the Yippie-Dippies actually accomplish? More wars and more ideas for the fashion industry.
So, to borrow a phase from that generation (my generation?) one has to get ones shit together.
Ya gotta start. Start making your writing into a social act.
Start anywhere. Start where you stand.
In my case, it is right here in Newmarket Ontario.
So like any Canadian, usually wimpy, I will sally forth into
definite creative act. Heh. I will write a lettor to the editor!
Bigod, I have hidden talent and I want to write!
But writing and gettin published are two different things.
You must publish, or perish--publish anything anywhere.
Start with your local newspaper. Pick an issue and comment on it.
Break the mold of being unpublished. At least if they publish your letter, fifty thousand people are going to read it in the area paper.
Find an infomation hole and fill it. People get tired of reading about movie and rock stars. There is a real world out there! And that real world is one of something oily and corporate having encrusted itself onto you soul.
But start right here in your town, where you stand.
What is the biggest problem around here, right here where you started? Well, it would appear, broadly, from where you live perched atop Toronto,
Cities appear to be dying of starvation, now that suburbanites hate living in cities and would drive as long as an hour to get to The Big Smoke, which of late is showing very nearly a rotten core. Are suburbanites killing the province and globally warming the planet with their minivans?
Do something useful about this flight to the burbs. Write a letter to the editor.
So here goes:
Urban sprawl hurts us all. It makes public transit almost unworkable, it clogs highways, pollutes our air and warms the planet.
Except for myself, who once ran for mayor of Newmarket, no local politician has ever been against it. Many councillors are backed by developers in campaigns.
And yet, what in tarnation is going on here in tiny Newmarket? Sixteen square miles of town so developed by now that the new shibboleth is to build up, way up. We can no longer spread. We have to have highrises. New York in Newmarket.
Too many people, too many buildings in too small a space...Sixteen square miles. And the urban affairs ministry is still saying, build, baby build!
At a recent meeting in Newmarket, poor, sincere Ward 5 Councillor Joe Sponga brought some of these issues up, but threw up his hands in resignation." What can you do against Queen's park?" (Queens Park is like Albany, New York, State Capital)
I had offered, at the meeting "What are they smoking at Queen's Park?" Why do they want to glut already gridlocked highways with even more cars? Why should Newmarket build up? More people with more cars. Screw public transit. Anybody middleclass knows this is for peasants.
Urban sprawl and congested highways is not what the people of Newmarket wanted. But politicians seem to ignore the wishes of citizens and pander to developers.There seems to be no other industry around. Well, there is the Cancer Industry. In Newmarket today, Cancer is the bigmoney generator and we've got a state-of-the art cancer hospital... New doctors and professionals in town buying up any available homes or condos. Elbowing the poor and the working poor into the slum that has become downtown, as all the business has gone to the big box stores just outside of town.
What indeed are they smoking at Queen's Park?
Citizens have tried to fight this in nearby Markham.
And today, they lost. Again. The Devoloper-Mayor has won.
To veer towards bad taste, there is a primitive form of man called Austraulopithecus Boisson.
Hereabouts, with the developers, it might as well be "Ausraulopithecus Paisan."
Build, baby build. Even if there is nowhere left to build.
Hey, you can really get a rant off in a letter to the editor.
And someone might actucally read it!