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John Steppling relentlessly sheds a light on the self destructive mechanism of the corporate domination, particularly on culture and the arts. He lays out the vast desolate landscape of our time with his endless grievances of urgency and desperation. I’ve learned so much from his writings.
This particular one stops me and puts me in a deep contemplative mode since he mentions about my work in it:
I am very much excited that Steppling recognizes the value in what I do. And after reading the piece a few times, it has become clear to me that the main message I get is that we could all contribute in resisting the abuses and the limits put forth by the powerful few. It might not do any good. We might not be as popular. But we still want to stand for the wider reality beyond the corporate structure which allows our full potential as human beings.
And we are all a part of the process. The enormous violence and the unreasonable demands forced upon us by the establishment are in no way a part of the indestructible law of nature, they are merely tendencies cultivated by the power elites while the majority of us allowed that to be a part of our system.
Last night I had my recurring dream of flood again. I’ve been having this dream for a while, maybe for more than 10 years. Basically it’s a dream about big waves which swallow everything and there is nothing I can do about it. But last night it was different. The usual helplessness and the quiet acceptance of the fate was absent. The flood was coming but I was standing on a higher plane looking down on the flood approaching. And it was a night time. This one didn’t accompany the clear blue sky which I somehow associated with the flood dream. I felt uneasy and apprehensive but full of life. As the reflection of the moon delineated the rising water, I started to run, thinking that I would perhaps be saved this time. And I knew that I wasn’t alone.