Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Somebody to Love

You forget the power those songs from the 60's had, the drive and energy, the freedom they brazenly pounded into the air, smoke and tear gas blending with the musky sweet sweat of love.
I'm reminded of that as I listen to the Jefferson Airplane's "Surrealistic Pillow," truly the sound of the Summer of Love. Driving home today from work, after catching a burst of Air America, and as the haunting wailings of guitars subtly swirled behind Grace Slick or pounded a driving freight train ahead of her Somebody to Love, my brain tried to imagine people like Bush or Cheney or this Donohue freak or David Broder or Duncan Hunter or a whole slew of republicons plaguing us these days, showing that depth of passion, of humanity, of wondr. Yeah, it failed, profoundly.

Go ahead, you try it, put W in this scene, baby,
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

It's truly astonishing that 40 years later we're having the same debates, that after being marginalized for the last 30 years or so these humorless and soulless people are again in power and trying to project their appalling lack of humanity into some grand display of worth and self, and failing horribly and with the same tragic results, broken bodies and minds, ruined cities, ruined communities, anger and hatred their legacy.

Back then it was drugs and sex that so upset the conservatives, that still plagues them, witness Bill Clinton's blowjob horrors, now I guess it's bad language or brutal truths about established icons like the Catholic Church or David Broder, crudely and directly expressed. I guess there's no denying the laws of thermodynamics.
Even in the most complex energy transformations, there is a forward direction to the process because only an outside energy source can reverse a heat-process within a closed system. The burning of gasoline in a car creates mechanical energy and heat. However, no process in the universe will allow the exhaust gases to re-combine with the heat energy and reconstitute the original gasoline: The heat energy of the burning gasoline has achieved a higher and irreversible state of randomization: The entropy of the system, and the universe, is irreversibly increased, as required by the Second Law.

The close relationship of entropy to the statistical laws of probability becomes clear when we hold a stack of five coins in a hand and throw them on a flat surface. Instead of retaining their previous order and proximity, they scatter and increase their randomness. The fall of the coins generated and dissipated the tiniest little bit of heat and the lack of this heat prevented the coins from reforming in the same stack as before. Entropy always drives all transformation of energy in such a way as to increase irreversible randomness.

It takes a lot of energy to stay that uptight, even as the consequential manifestations of that rigor is the chaos or untidyness we see in Iraq, in the loss of energy in our Constitution, in the spread of the blogosphere and its information dissemination.

Sooner or later these guys are going to pop, and hopefully there will be enough bits of order around to pull it back together for us to live out our dreams again.

5 comments:

iamcoyote said...

When I was much younger, I used to belt out that song a la Grace Slick whenever I got loaded. It's one of those songs where you have to give it all you've got, or don't bother.

Well, it sure feels like we're on the brink of chaos yet again, doesn't it? Let's hope their heads explode before the planet does this time, too.

Duckman GR said...

And in your head, ba by, I'm afraid you don't know where it is

Ooofa, she really nails it there doesn't she! And that song is all of 2:58 long!

Hope you had something good in your day yesterday, my faithful friend!

Gotta get ready for work now.

iamcoyote said...

My son surprised me with a dozen yellow tulips - we're just dying for Spring. And his girlfriend who had dumped him 2 weeks ago wants him back. It made him happy, so I'm happy. I really like the girl, but she's young and not sure what she wants. Hope there's a world for them in the future. Whoda thunk I'd been pining for grandchildren?

Duckman GR said...

I guess the best thing about grandkids is that they're cute and when they get annoying you can give them back to their rightful owners!

Spring seems to have sprung out here, it's like high 70's and flowers are busting out everywhere. A day and a half of rain and San Diego just blossoms, sure it might not rain again for a month but that's okay, good practice for global warming!

phidipides said...

Whoda thunk I'd been pining for grandchildren

Beats the devil out of being a Norwegian Blue and pining for the fjords!