"You're fine."

Rebecca, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello.

I don't really know who I'm addressing here. I know some people that read this sometimes. Friends of mine. I find myself writing this for them, to some extent. When I actually do decide to write. Them. You. You and them. I didn't used to write for you. I used to write for them exclusively. The audience. The consumers of stage and page. And the gawkers as well. The idle passerby that double takes on some thing or another that they engaged by happenstance.

I do want to grab your attention. I know that for sure. I don't always know why or how. It's my compulsion. The subject matter doesn't matter.

My function is to get some attention. It's the main thing I think about really. I think of myself as a modern day barker and hawker that draws in the crowd to watch the freak show. Style of pitch adapted to the environment. Come one, come all, a show for all ages, but especially relevant to you in particular. Yes you. Who else would I be talking to? The you I'm talking to, that part of you that is the same as the part of me that wrote this, may be skeptical, which is natural, as my me is skeptical about your interpretation of this whole thing we're doing here. But I trust the whole thing will work out to our satisfaction.

To me continued...





It' more easy here on glowing page than live onstage to

Objectified

Pixelated 102, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Transcribed:
Sept. 25th 2006 Waimanalo

Home alone. Around 10pm. Chorus of bugs making night sounds in my right ear. The second hand on the bedside clock in my right ear... Gecko chuckles all around as random punctuation. Dogs barking as slight percussion in the distance. But enough about me.

Externally:

Calm quiet country style 3000 miles from anywhere.

Internally:

Anxiety about the mystery
that carries me with surity
through my own and owned apprenhensions
over taking things easy
when I so easily take things hard.

A plan in action in my own inaction?

Inadvertant Taogasm.

The MYSTERY as The Question:

How do I pull off this life?

Objects In Mirror are Closer Than They Appear...

Cocka4 076, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

It's really tough for me to write with any kind of point in mind. My words are like slo-mo freestyle that don't always rhyme. Fresh and relevant to the moment. Snap shot of a mental state in a place in time that never was and never will be. The novelty of the expression is it's value more than the points made, or not made, in the piece. Or, the conclusions arrived at. or bypassed.

Or the obscure poetic style of obtuse self indulgence made public record. These words are sometimes water to drink, spice for flavour, Junk food for mental mastication. Sometimes ambrosia for the senses we can't convences us we have.

In Space No One Can Hear You Screen...

Cocka4 117, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I have recently been informed that some people read my blog on occasion. Hi there to you who that is. Thanks for checking in on my process as a blogger and a human. The info flow from my site has been slight I know. Sparce. I've been hesitant to write about my life as I know the power of words. A defining line can initiate a crossroads and a direction. The pilot of my life has been in derelection: still moving along the stream of life, but facing what I pass as I go with the flow, not watching where I'm going. I could turn around I suppose, Watch where I'm going.

Writing honestly can be such a pain in the ass. I could just be typing along, minding my own business, when WHAM, an undeniable truth spills on the page...Do you know how to wash out the stain of undeniable truth when it spills on the fabric of your existance?


I suppose the truth ain't all that bad. It doesn't have to be brutal to be effective. I could just continue to talk about the truth and not actually have to deal with it directly. Or I could talk about that there phenomena for the sake of objectivity.

Lies. So many lies. Lies so fucking deep they creep into every level of our existance: Social (we're all equal), Cultural (except me and you), Theological (there is only ONE and it's not you), Political (our Nation is split in two), Sexual( repression as a key to heaven), Mental (Cognitive ability not a priority), Biological (Doctor knows best), Metaphysical (What you see is what you get, forget about the rest), Psychedelical (That's the rest we told you to forget about, so stop gawking at what doesn't exist), Excederalical ( The shadow and periphery are not to be regarded). Period.

Upsetter. Spoiler. What game are we playing? Who has framed this debate that predicates that we are more at odds than not? How many ways can we forget that we are one? Who are you at odds with now? The Loudmouth, the Jerk, the Inferior of Status that you can't live without? Yourself?

Myself. Can I embrace the truth in a sustainable way? Can my persona handle the replies when I address the lies in my life and ours? And can I survive the revise should one be necessary?

What is the price of living in a lie, willfully? I think we, personally and collectively have the opportunity to live honestly but forgo that choice for conventionality. Default conviviality .

Suffocating honesty in social lubrication.
Sacrifice integrity for fear of Isolation.
Atomize humanity by breaking down relations

Stop making waves and we settle in stagnation


Thrown from the stream of life
the individualized of the one-fits-all size identity
lies face down in demographic puddles
Sucking social embrionic fluids
in lieu of the soul stinging oxygen of honesty

Thats a mouthfull. I gotta take a break, I'm getting dizzy.

The Hanged Garden

Garden 090, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

I used to be a writer. I used to write. I used to write things on this very blog that I thought some people might dig reading.

I've been doing this life thing; playing around with making choices that shape me as a human. And stuff.

" if it's good, it's fun, and if it's bad it's funny."
-that Courtney dude from the Dandy Worhols

Wierd 9/11 facts

cocka 118, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Lifted from Craigslist for your amusement...



>Weird 9/11 Facts
Reply to: pers-209282799@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-09-19, 1:26AM HST



Weird 9/11 Facts




1) New York City has 11 letters



2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.



3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.



4) George W Bush has 11 letters.



5) The two twin towers make an "11"



This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:




1) New York is the 11th state.



2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.



3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11



4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11



5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11



6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.



Sheer coincidence..?

cockatiel eggs

cocka 137, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Gecko eggs are next.

Hi.

Hi., originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Now what...

Ok. Well. Now... What.

Hi there. Dark here. Just checking in. With myself. In front of you. All this stuff I do: the writing, the pictures, the talk show, etc. Googleable. I'm googleizing myself, dreaming of Wikipediadom. I keep putting myself out there; MySpaced out, Tribe-alized and Flickring on computer screens here and there around the planet.

I have to ask myself what it's all about sometimes. I don't always have to answer. I think it to be beneficial: checking my hypocracy levels for irony deficiency.

...Something about perspective... Somewhere along the line I thought that being a producer of perspective was as important as being a consumer of other points of view.

I think we human types are in real need of a reality check. I really don't like using that cliche, but if the shoe fits... Some of us know that reality reveals itself in aspects, seemingly complete within the reflecting surfaces of its facets. Others think that reality is the totality of their individual reflection of life. I thought it would be nice to facilitate a dialogue of these two perspectives. Well, maybe nice isn't the word. Crucial, I think, was my original thought.

More Later...

Hanks Bar

Hanks Bar, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Oceanic Cable wats to broadcast our show as a latenight talk show. My god, what have we done....

Rosenthal Show Poster

Pstr5[1], originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

A Dark Night: Press

June 18 049, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

The experiment is recieving some attention (thanks Danny).

Honolulu Weekly Article

China Town

First Friday 8-06, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

A Dark Night - Live @ the rRed Elephant

Show is going well. We've done ten so far. Plannning on shooting the pilot on the 3rd of Sept.

Here is some preliminary footage: ( site down...Stay Tuned)

Complete Conjecture on a Fictitious Scenario

DeadGecko 017, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Conjecture:

A Nation is pretty self satisfied. Happy to be entertained. Relaxed. Open.

The Government of the Nation is concerned. Its currency is going flaccid. The Government fears the People of the Nation will throw an unsightly tantrum when their entertainment is interrupted by news of the growing impotence.

Meanwhile, Professional Criminals take advantage of the calm before the storm to plan a heist. The biggest bank heist in the history of the Planet. It’s preparations are extensive.

Fore knowledge of the event spreads beyond the perpetrators. The Government ignores it and prepares to frame a famed dictator of a land that holds a key to the resource. An economic Viagra.

The heist is bloody and awe inspiring. The People of the Nation are shocked. The Government imprints the vulnerable people of the Nation. Stockholm Syndrome en masse.

The Government takes a hit to the ego with the heist, but more than makes up for it on the back end. War economies are good for Business, good for the Governmental ego, Bad for the People of the Nation. Believing that the Government is theirs, the People of the Nation take the blow of the heist personally, and rally to defend the Government. And the captive identifies with its captor. And the captor perpetuates the imprint.

Humanspirit

Humanspirit, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

A few weeks ago I sent a link to my Mom:

Loose Change: 2nd Edition

I recieved no reply until today, The 4th of July. It was this forward:

This will give you a few chills and perhaps a few tears. BEAUTIFUL!!!


The Flag of the United States of America

(If you're interested, Elvis is singing "America The Beautiful" on this email, so have your speakers on.
If this doesn't give you chills, you should pack up and move on to another country.)

I Am the Flag of theUnited States of America.


I am the flag of the United States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over institutions of learning.
I stand guard with power in the world.
Look up and see me.


I stand for peace, honor, truth and justice.
I stand for freedom.
I am confident.
I am arrogant.
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners,
My head is a little higher,
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one!
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted.
I am loved - I am revered.
I am respected - and I am feared.
I have fought in every battle of every war for more then 200 years.I was flown at Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Shiloh and Appomattox.
I was there at San Juan Hill, the trenches of France,
in the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome and the beaches of Normandy.
Guam, Okinawa, Korea and KheSan, Saigon, Vietnam know me.
I'm presently in the mountains of Afganistan and the hot and dusty deserts of Iraq and wherever freedom is needed.
I led my troops, I was dirty, battleworn and tired,
But my soldiers cheered me and I was proud.
I have been burned, torn and trampled on the streets of countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt for I am invincible.
I have been soiled upon, burned, torn and trampled in the streets of my country.
And when it's done by those Whom I've served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stood watch over the uncharted frontiers of space from my vantage point on the moon.
I have borne silent witness to all of America's finest hours.
But my finest hours are yet to come.
When I am torn into strips and used as bandages for my wounded comrades on the battlefield,
When I am flown at half-mast to honor my soldier,
Or when I lie in the trembling arms of a grieving parent
at the grave of their fallen son or daughter,

I am proud.

Please forward my message to all who still love and respect me that I may fly proudly for another two hundred years.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

My Reply:

Sir,

This "poem" gives me chills alright. The chills that come from the freedom loving people when the boots of fascism are heard marching down the road.

Your pack-up-and-get-out-if-you-don't-agree-with-my-propaganda stance is un- American idol worship. At least it's un-American from the perspective of the forefathers of this nation. Your blind nationalism and sheeplike adherence to empty dogma would make any dictator very proud. Your characterization of the symbol of a vast and diverse country, as little more than a war banner outs you as a simple person that knows not of which he speaks. This country is far more vast and deep than your very limited perspective of it. You are burning the flag with your words, searing off the beauty and subtle nuance of a great nation.



Your brand of empty rhetoric and poor poetry serves as poison in the well of intelegent discourse. It is not constructive. It is meant to divide a nation between those who share your predjudice and xeniphobia, and those who are willing to embrace this republic as a whole. A nation divided will fall. If this nation stands for another 200 years it will not be due to your particular brand of Americanism, but in spite of it.

America is not a political perspective. America is not an economic agenda. America is not you, not a personified flag, not a brand name, not a philosophy. It is something far beyond and inclusive of all of that. And much more than all that. America bears and fosters genius as well as idiocy. It tolerates intolerance and suffers the arrogant.

I take the time to reply to the perspective you proffer because I care about the land that afforded me a free mind. A mind not afraid to stand up to bullys that tell me to leave if I am not moved by their bad poetry. I am not going to engage in the juvinile "I know you are but what am I?" right-left, good-bad, up-down, see-saw loopy rhetoric. I am not going to tell you to get out of the country because I disagree with you, because I know that recycling our own rubbish is more responsible than dumping it on our neighbors.

I am an American. I am also a human. I have Scottish, German, French, Choctaw, Cherokee in my blood. I would not be me without all that. America would not be America without the rest of the world. America is a nice address to have, but I do not look down on my neighbors, because their hard work and vision enabled me to be here. I will not forget where I come from because to do so is to inflate my ego at the expense of my very being.

As for my countrymen, I will engage them when I see that they are posing a danger to my country. This is why I take the time to reply to you.

Sincerly,

June 18

June 18 058, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Ya yaya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya

Alchemy

Xeriscape, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

More press on the land mess: Advertiser Friday 16

Plantelope on Fire

Plantelope on Fire, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Ag issue on Channel 2 news last night...

Transcript of Story

Plantelope

Plantelope, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Hello peoples.

A Dark Night : A SomethingOrOther Live! @ The rRed Elephant!

Sunday nights @ The rRed Elephant beginning June 18th.

Dark Sevier and the Vapor Puppets, Shree Sadagopan, Steven Rosenthal, plus special guests open this weekly showcase event. The Big Time promotion for this SomethingOrOther begins in July, so the last two Sundays in June are going to be mostly word of mouth and friends of friends. You are invited to come down and witness the genesis of a unique entertainment format in Hawaii’s new premier recording/performance space.

Music, Poetry, Dance, Dialogue, and, of course, More.

Stay tuned for more propaganda on this exciting phenomena……

Aloha,

Dark

Honoluu Advertser GIF

Look Ma!, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

Look Ma! I made the paper!

Concrete Mosaic, originally uploaded by Dark Sevier.

An excercise in Spin. (photo above is of the land that's "not being farmed") Here is the Honolulu Advertiser article from today.

And here is my take on things. At least, here is one of my perspectives: A letter I sent to the Waimanalo Agricultural Association and the president of the Hawai'i Farmers Federation-


INTRODUCTION

My name is Big Time Farmer Man (not actual name I used in this document), founder of Alchemy Nursery. We are an organic commercial nursery located in Waimanalo. To our knowledge, we are the only organic commercial nursery in the state, specializing in native and non-invasive trees, climate specific landscaping, and recycling. In September, 2005 Alchemy Nursery began a cooperative business partnership with All Tree Services to build a nursery based on sustainability, organic principles, and inter-business cooperation.

When a nursery partners with a tree trimming company to manage their waste, everyone wins; environment included. Tree growing, tree planting, and tree trimming are three aspects of the business of trees. In the short time we have been working together, all parties involved have been excited by the good work our partnership has fostered, by the economic possibilities of what this collaboration can accomplish, and by the opportunity to serve the ecology that we live in.

Alchemy recycles the by products of All Tree Services, using the mulch as weed control and soil amendment. The purpose is to foster a symbiotic relationship between the business of growing trees and the business of trimming trees. We also provide the opportunity for the tree trimming company to transplant trees to the nursery rather than destroy them.


THE BATTLE FOR SUSTAINABILITY

This flagship operation was immediately threatened by the DLNR to revoke the lease for running a “base yard.” The DLNR has been prompted to move swiftly on this issue by the attorney for the Waimanalo Agricultural Association. The Attorney for the WAA seems to be willfully ignorant about the nature of our operation. The whole case seems to be more of a personal attack by a handful of the WAA members than an actual concern for the right use of the land. The nursery is not even a year old yet. The development of the operation as been stymied by the daily harassment of an overzealous WAA member in the neighborhood who seems to spend more time harassing local farmers and businesses than minding his own business.

I, as much and more than anyone, can understand community concern for the right use of state land. The general assumption seems to be that the “base yard” in question is unrelated to agricultural practices. This could not be further from the truth. This effort to build a better nursery is dependant on the use of all aspects of the tree trimming business. They are interdependent. But the DLNR board does not recognize the connection in spite of the obvious and clearly articulated evidence. The innovation and community benefit of this endeavor is not being regarded as a factor in the equation.

On March 13th the DLNR board met to decide the fate of the All Tree lease.
The charge against All Trees is that they are running a “base yard” to park equipment unrelated to the nursery operation. We have shown conclusively that the equipment parked on site is directly related.

The DLNR board voted on the termination of the lease. One member stated that termination would be a “draconian” move and a decision was made to postpone the decision for 30 days.

An attorney for All Trees wrote a letter to the board to inform them that I, as the operator of the nursery, had existing plans to be out of town and would not be available to be present at the meeting. A DLNR board member, Steve Molman replied, stating that they were satisfied that a viable nursery was being developed, and that the main issue was with the All Tree equipment.

The next meeting on April 16th was held to decide if All Trees had stayed in compliance during the 30 probation. It was clear that All Trees had stayed in compliance regarding the trucks and equipment. The attorney for Waimanalo Agricultural Association portrayed us as “Big Business” abusing state ag land for non ag purposes. The meeting was three hours long and full of oppositional statements rallied by the opposition attacking the veracity of the nursery operation. I was not there to defend it, due to the board members assurance that the issue was the use of the tree trimming equipment.

It was claimed that we were not organic, that we could not possibly utilize the mulch in our operation, that it was impossible to grow plants in the manner that we are in fact doing. In spite of the fact that we are organically farming in ways deemed impossible, only made possible by the relationship between All Trees and its equipment, the board took a vote to not only cancel the lease, but foreclose on the lease. This means that All Trees and Alchemy nursery would forfeit all investments and improvements made in the creation of the nursery, including all plant material. A unanimous vote was needed. The result was four in favor of foreclosure, one against.

WE NEED YOUR HELP

If canceling the lease is draconian, as one board member had said, than what word can be used to describe an unwarranted foreclosure?

We have been given another 30 days of probation, even though we had no violation in the first thirty days. How can we be expected to invest further in the development of our operation when the very real risk of losing it all is looming? This is a clear case of harassment.


If the well funded visceral opposition is allowed to manipulate the State Agency of the DLNR, a terrible president will be set. I do not doubt the good intentions of the DLNR board. I do question their ability to serve in the best interests of Hawai’i’s agricultural future when they allow themselves to be swayed by vehemence over facts.

The board will meet again May 12th to decide the fate of Alchemy Nursery. This decision affects everyone concerned with sustainable agriculture in Hawai’i. We need all the support we can get at the DLNR board meeting telling them that you support the effort of developing responsible agriculture.

If you would like to tour the nursery, or find out more about this issue, please contact me at xxx-xxxx, or e-mail at AlchemyNursery @ Yahoo.com

Thank you
Big Time Farmer Man
Co-Owner
Alchemy Nursery.