Spoony

Alcatraz. a new love of mine.

it's the big spoon escape to which i've been clinging. Frank Morris and the Anglin Brothers. 3 men, 3 home-made spoons, 3 holes in the wall, never seen again.

did they drown? no one knows

did they live? no one knows

but aside from harvesting the only "successful" escape from alcatraz, these men bubbled an unwitting spiritualism to the surface of jail time.

the alcatraz audio tour utilizes interviews from former guards as well as 2 former prisoners. One of the prisoners recalled the men who were slowly digging holes in their walls were "always happy, all those years, they never seemed like they had a care"

the resonation of their happiness got me thinking about buddhism, Judaism, the tao of -isms, and the spiritual nature of knowing (and seeing) a larger picture. These men KNEW their plan, they KNEW it would take them years to execute, they KNEW they were using a homemade spoon to dig through concrete, and they were able to quell their anger with their knowledge during their stay at The Rock.

We are on the "outside" physically, but we remain locked in the cavernous matrix of our own material desires. We are americans. We just fell witness to the death of an american dream in the bowels of Katrina, as americans died in their homes, streets, and stadiums. "No Child Left Behind" was exposed as a joke; entire populations and "lower class" neighborhoods were left behind to die. Money. Consumerism. . . lessons in alcatraz?

I need to lock my mind up, put it on its own rock, and get out my spoon, start digging my way out of the infectious evils that consumerism breeds. Always something better, always something more. just buy a new one if it breaks. Always something better, always something more. But "something more" in healthy terms is a notion, a knowledge, a vision. It's obvious but so difficult to obtain. It's the Socratic light outside the cave, it's the images which appear as light meets dark.

it's 99 luft balloon.