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Tuesday, 30 November, 2004
 
Birds

A Fable for our Times. I woke up the other day with image of a cartoon in my head. A cartoon I saw exactly once in Key West many years ago. This was when I was still in the Navy while on barracks maintenance duty. I remember I saw this in mid-day. It involved birds living in a tree; it was no animal farm, but there were a variety of birds on hand. It was a broadcast apparently from Cuba and seen on the base's proto-cable system (broadcast channels captured by a industrial central antenna and delivered on closed circuit coaxial). With it back in mind now, I couldn't tell if I had been dreaming about it or whether it just popped into my thoughts as I woke up. I didn't remember it any clearer than the last time I thought about it, but that was a while back.

It was Russian, the birds spoke spanish, but with cyrillic characters seen at points, and I think I recall the credits referred to Moscow. A Marxist message fable about a independent little bird who is ostracized, gets into difficulty, but is taken back under the folding wing of community. Learning, that only in the collective can one thrive, or survive. I suppose this is not entirely different from the parable of the prodigal son, but on the other hand I heard on NPR recently that we are down to our last kibbutzim. The main thrust of the meaning was not hard to gather, it was not subtle and it was not a merry melodie, though there was singing. Outside of that I have no idea what it was about.

I can only imagine that this means something. Dreams are the mind's way of disentangling recent experience, understanding and categorizing it. "In dreams begin responsibilities." I may have been semi-consciously examining my own capacity for conformity. As long as lumpen prole remains a viable conforming type, then I remain indistinguishable on the lot, and from the lot of mankind. Maybe this dreamcast recollection was spun from thoughts on living under a regime that lays such considerable emphasis on its doctrinal purity and ideological focus. And does it with such effluence. Perhaps more directly it is an effect of reading Lipset's book; tracing the failure of a radical labor egalitarian movement to catch on in this country. Failure marked by impatience with the middle class exhibited by the old left left, baffled by the successful and enterprising little birds around them. Who paid no heed to their lecturing and paid no cost for their individualism.

This has now colored my thoughts to the extent that I will be examining these potentials by turns over next month or so in various posts, whether they're strictly on topic or not.


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