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I am called Jack. I am an incarnation of all the Jack's that have ever been. My opinions and philosophies are a reflection of said Jack's. The blog is entitled Inglorious Resurrection because like you I have been granted yet another chance, and like you each chance granted becomes more degenerative than the previous. And like you, I yearn for a way out. Jack is my only glimpse of hope because there is a lil Jack in all of us.

Fairytales Of Slavery: Societal Distinctions, Technoshamanism, and Nonhuman Personhood

Dope article, very insightful, and a worthwhile read that is rich with in jewels..

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“How long have you been lost down here?
How did you come to lose your way?
When did you realize
That you’d never be free?”
–Miranda Sex Garden, “A Fairytale About Slavery”

One of the things I’ve been thinking about, lately, is the politicization of certain spaces within philosophy of mind, sociology, magic, and popular culture, specifically science fiction/fantasy. CHAPPiE comes out on Friday in the US, and Avengers: Age of Ultron in May, and while both of these films promise to be relatively unique explorations of the age-old story of what happens when humans create machine minds, I still find myself hoping for something a little… different. A little over a year ago, i made the declaration that the term to watch for the next little while thereafter was “Afrofuturism,” the reclaimed name for the anti-colonial current of science fiction and pop media as created by…

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Escape from Neverland (a poem by Jack Plissken)

How can you be in it and not of it… A constant struggle to dial in yet zone out at the same time..

How can you be in it but not of it?

They ask..

I propose: how can I ever live if I’m poised to die…

There are so many questions, a multitude of answers but all I seek is the way…

I get so focused on the answers that I lose sight of the bigger picture… The riddle is in the details… But freedom is in the truth… And the way is but a golden brick road to the gates of truth.. And continues beyond, through the entry way of destiny…

I’m so zoned out that I feel like I’m dead already.. Not dying for that’s a process.. But just.. Dead.. In a space I don’t belong, in a time I’m needed but no longer feel as being of necessity… In a soul who’s barriers are constantly under siege.. Who’s walls are constantly being beat on, by the outside influence of hopelessness and despair…

I’m so tuned in that I can’t help but zone out… Inundated by the reality that the facade I live within can no longer hold up.. It is no longer convincing.. The illusion must be reconstructed, and reconstructed soon or it will all collapse upon itself..

My mind will collapse upon itself… The only thing holding it all together is love..

Like a string and bubble gum.. A makeshift solution to an unstoppable force.. Even love can’t hold truth back.. In fact it’s the love from within that is shattering the deception that pervades without…

So how can I be in it but not of it? 

Simple… I was never fully in it to begin with, just under the impression that I was…

Rooted in Shit….(a poem by boy Jack)

I saw a saddening flower.. Starting to wilt… My first instinct was to save the poor soul…

Water.. Resoil… Replant…proper sunlight..

But none of these inclinations inclined me to act…

I just wanted to watch and observe…eventually my empathy turned to apathy..

How can you let yourself wilt…look at me! I triumphed through the concrete.. A rose by any other name.. And believe you me… They called me every name in the book…

But that lil boy wilted despite my best efforts…  I even offered to take the child’s place…

Surprisingly so… He took the offer…

 As fate would allow… We acquiesced…

I found myself on a slow decline… Trapped within a vortex.. Quicksand.. The more I struggled the deader I became..

I spoke all that shit…and none of it is worth taking root in…

I’m wilting and no one can save me… At least that lil boy is doing fine for himself now… But how do I save me?

How do I save me….

Donkey of the day (Michelle Rodriguez) (a response by Jack)

Michelle Rodriguez made a comment recently that was spurned by many.  She was asked, in jest, would she be the next Green Lantern.  The Green Lantern is a popular comic book hero, who is having a movie centered around him and his story line.  Her response to the question: “Ha ha ha That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard…Ya..I think it’s stupid like..because of this whole minorities in Hollywood thing..But it’s so stupid…Stop stealing all the White people’s superheroes..make up your own..you know..”

Michelle, from my perspective, is quite an accomplished actress.  She has made away for herself and has helped to break down cultural barriers with her choice of roles and characters that she chooses to plays.  She is generally known for her role as “female bad-ass”.  The tough chick who needs no one accept herself to save her own skin.  A delightful archetype indeed.  But the statement she made, in a sense set back all the ground she has covered with her role, it strips these roles of their mystique and power.  Even though the statement does have a negative side to it, it does make a strong point–and a very valid point at that.

Let us begin with the misunderstanding within the statement–the negative aspect.  Her primary misstep was stating “Sop stealing all the White people’s superheroes.”  Ironically enough, many of these superheroes that she speaks of were indeed directly created from or based off of heroes from antiquity.  Many of which were derived from Greek heroes, who were ultimately replica’s of character’s from African folklore and the like.  The heroes she so despises to be hijacked were stolen ideas in the first place. This is only one aspect of the statement that turns people off from the valid truths that the statement contains.

The next aspect that turns people off is her dismissive attitude towards the “whole minorities in Hollywood thing.” It is as though she dismisses the idea that there is a dominant white-male-patriarchal paradigm that has and does dominate the Hollywood scene if not the entire American scene.  She compounds this by essentially defending the paradigm, by saying if you want to be a part of the paradigm you cannot, go make your own paradigm—your own heroes. An industry that is dominated by a particular class of people does not want anyone infringing on there niche.  And this provides the crux of the Blog.

The superhero plays a large part in the psyche of the collective consciousness of the American individual, as well as any individual that is part of popular culture collective consciousness.  Much like Jesus or Santa Claus has done, superheroes such as Superman and Batman have plugged themselves into our psyche—whether we consciously acknowledge so or not.  We are constantly bombarded with the archetype of a White Male being our savior on so many levels.  Whether it be as a child—the bearer of all things good; whether it be as an adult—the protector or guardian of our souls; or whether it be on an imaginary level—the guardian of our well being and planet.  However you splice it, we are constantly reinforced and reaffirmed that this White Male archetype is our “God” in a sense.  And if you have to be convinced of something chances are it is the furthest from the truth.  See my “https://ingloriousresurrection.com/2014/11/26/rebuilding-the-black-woman-guardians-of-our-souls/” for further clarification.

Yes, a society in which all the laws were established by a particular group of people.  All industry was established by a particular group of people.  And the entire framework of the system that is our society was created by a particular group of people.  It would make sense for this group of people to constantly flaunt their power or rather convince the social consciousness that their perceived power is a reality. It is a voracious attempt to cling unto what little power they do have—which is the power to persuade perception.

Insert Michelle Rodriguez, unbeknownst to her by defending this white-male power structure she has actually subconsciously undermined it.  And this is the beauty in her statement.  Despite where these superhero narratives originally came from, she understands that the white-male lays claim to it now.  And instead of being so possessed with taking back the old—go forth and create more.  Although, there is nothing new under sun, we are in a new era.  Create a new hero, for a new era, to combat the heroes that are already in place.  Symbolically what she is saying is along the lines of Malcolm X.  Why put energy into being a part of someone’s else reality when you can go forth and create your own reality and create your own truths—essentially: save yourself.  Rather, reclaim your truth and re-express it.

And despite how inarticulate you expressed her sentiment, and the true intention of her statement, this is the truth that she was attempting to convey.  Although, that truth is smeared in mud and not presented in the best of lights.  There is a truth within her statement.  Free yourself from the bondage of another’s narrative, go forward and craft your own narrative.  Stop letting someone else dictate your history and your future.  Claim your history and write your future, and this can be done through the narrative of the story—which is best expressed in the modern era through superheroes and fictional characters.  Like it or not, people identify with fictional characters.  People idolize, latch on to, and derive personal meaning from the lives and actions of fictional characters witnessed through the medium of entertainment—whether it is reality or not it affects reality.

And so before we become so quick to demonize her statement.  Let us marinate on the truth the lives embedded with the muck of her statement.  Perhaps…. She on to something!

Spaceships and Shadows (a poem by Jackaveli)

So many variations.. And I’m here..

We’re here…

So much time..

Elapsed cyclicles… 

And this organism has been established..

A space ship my soul loves to pilot…

Long bones… Deep flesh… hair of wool… Broad chest… Strong back.. Graceful maneuvers..

Yah, I really like this spaceship…

It’s the easiest means of communicating and expression.. A bit restrictive but it works for what I need..

Long ..lanky… Elusiveness..

An art that displays exactly what the artist intended… Mold me … Form me… And I will be… We will be as perfection intended..

No matter how long the sun blazes the shadows never change… Century after century reveals the same silhouette…

How dare you barbarians strike up the nerve to come into a righteous queens presence…

The gumption and gall to feel entitled to any space inhabited by righteousness..

Bone thugs.. Skull and femur…

Pagan ritual… You’ve observed and studied well…

And your boisterousness has allotted you the power of impudence…

You’ve laid pillage to antiquity…

You don’t even know how to orient the high sciences of the universe…

Let alone defile the royal temple..

You may not speak the language of the gods…

But you understand the image… No matter who rules the kingdom… You understand the periphery of the extract: the shadows proves discernment…. 

Galactic thuggery… You’ve witnessed and guilt glistens from your your nervous demeanor… Access your sorcerers and they will let you know the time is drawing near…

Your rockets can’t boost and I’m still ticketing with mine.. There’s galaxies to explore..

And shadows to be casted…

So much time to travel.. And so many variations to be… 

The Leper (a poem by Jack)

One hand in… One hand out… You stripped me of my birthright..

How dare you banish me.. Rebuke me to the lessers…

Yet the last have become first as it was written…

And now we kill for the privilege bestowed upon the colorless… The colorful unique….

Where do the thoughts go once they leave your brain…who gathers the wasted thoughts of the universe…the discarded energies conjured in vain..


Indirect sunlight..


Find wisdom and remain safe… Tucked in her bosom…  

No direct sun light for you… Periphery glow is more than enough to sustain you…

Walk the earth… Let knowledge find your mind… Walk careful… Let humility guide you step..

For arrogance will guarantee a swift demise…


Opaque…


Brand bleak… Faded colors in response to a faded glory..

Transparency unsustained.. The deeds in the dark have yet to come to light yet mold the future of so many..

Child of the light… Show your hue! Display illumination… For your birthright is to be… Bright… Bold… Powerful..

Let that light shine… And take back what illustriousness was born of you…

One hand in… Obedience.. On hand out… Civility… With such all that is yours… Will remain as so…

Radiate!

Devil’s advocate, God’s contradiction (a poem by Jack)

We don’t have arguments..

Just unfortunate circumstances…

Two desperate minds with irreconcilable differences on a crash course towards fate..

We see each other.. And instead of one mind stepping aside for the other… We play a game of chicken.. That will eventually put both of our feelings in harms way…

Experience what you want… Who am I to tell you not? But beware of the entrapment of monotony… You eventually become your decisions…


Bawk!


You call yourself God… Yet you are devoid of experiences.. You rebuke emotion… If you do not know all… What kind of God are you?

Let’s just agree to disagree..

Don’t preach to me… Let me live… As you have..

Let me love… As you have…

Let me hate… As you have..

This is what I must be.. Must know… In order to transform.. And grow to what I need to be…

How can I reconstruct a masterpiece if I’m missing essential material…

Yet you disagree… Perspective is everything… And you have it all.. No one else is fit to have any.. So what they share isn’t perspective but in your eyes simply insolence…

Your vitriol goes undisputed.. And if I must be devil to your god… I am that I am… And if you choose to abandon me… 

You will know that I was here…

One way or another…

Your vitriol will be justified.. And we will allow fate to settle the score… Clean up the mess…

You’ll love me in the morning… You’ll have no choice… Because you’ll finally see what I’ve become…

It’s just unfortunate the circumstances by which it must be done…

Souls are lost over this shit… And you’re ok with that?

I guess for you it’s a win/win… You’ll get no argument from me there…

Bipolar entrapment… Irreconcilable differences… Duplicit compartmentalization… Self-denial…

No matter how much we fight… I am as much you.. as your are…

2 sun (a poem by Jack)

A regurgitation of sentiments…

My own angle used against me, that’s right.. A mirror reflection … As so… Perpendicular to the truth you stand erect..

Eye to eye your gaze does not fail…nor does mine..

a days worth of residue to let off my chest…

And you choose to listen… And ironically enough I understand why fools choose to speak..

So I speak.. I purge.. And my purge is not so much a purge but a self-reflection gone awry…

Obtusely i ponder, with no answer, to a self proposed riddle…

An acute mind’s question an obtuse circle of emotion.. Animosity for animosity’s sake..

A rage with no purpose and a disguised origin.. A rage that one time was prepubescent and harmless but now has chest hairs and a full mane…itching to mame whoever, whenever for whatever reason…

Let us not provoke that which remains at slumber….

And to you I leak this emotion.. To you I discuss why.. And I see myself.. As a mirror.. As though were self reflection by way of another…

The sun rises.. But a second sun can be seen faintly in the distance.. Yet we attribute all the glory to that which is forthright… Yet that which remains has all the might..

As I purge I learn… As I’m inspired, I aspire… To allow my second sun the inundate… And outshine the emotion of any situation.. And let the true power reflect… And express true sentiment…

Each angle of light.. Refracting a pure truth…

Nihilist caterpillar

Perhaps chaos isn’t the answer you were looking for…

In all your search you were left hopeless and in despair.. You thought destruction was the only viable solution…

To butcher and slay a system that has hurt you and so many others..

But think outside the pain, and allow yourself to become as the butterfly..

She too, is a product of something quite ugly and putrid… An aesthetically horrific organism to witness.. She too wants to destroy this ugly and she does so… 

Yet not through chaos but transfiguration.. She embraces herself… Succumbs to herself… Entraps and enthrall herself.. Suffocates herself within the ugly.. Buries herself so far into the ugly that she sacrifices herself to the ugly… She dies and doesn’t awaken until she understands the ugly… And upon awakening she shifts her paradigm and redefines what the ugly is… 

Creating a silky cocoon to fortify all outside influence..

Gently crafting the ugly until the ugly becomes beautiful… A beauty that liberates.. Colorful.. And free to float uninhibited…free to love in a final worth being well pleased..

Anarchy destroys all the work great minds have built.. Let greater minds destroy through reconstruction and evolution…

And just maybe our chaos can beautify the universe… On each plane possible..

Simplicity is Best (a poem by Jack)

Sometimes the simple things escape me..

Be careful when staring at the sun… You may go blind…

Look at me… If you dare… The daughter of a virgin galaxy and son of a rebellious nebula…

I am but One!

Perhaps I have over thought the solution… And incorrectly stated the premise…

I speak for the indigo… Through the indigo by way of Jack…

In Neverland he’s everywhere… Filtering all transmission…

Look up at the sky… You see a skeletal remains… The moon plays coy… Hiding in eye socket of the sky’s skull…

Dead man Jack…

A cataclysmic extinction level event..  Of no worries.. We’re just trimming the fat… You too may be saved… Stare into the sun… Lose focus.. See colors.. Follow the indigo and eventually that path will lead you to redemption…

The way!

It Is near… Closer than you think… Know thyself… 

And the path will reveal itself in the process…

Do not allow the simple things to escape you… Complexity will exonerate you but the simple things will transfigure your soul…

And eventually save you…