On My Headstone….


“…’ashes to ashes, dust to dust’…. I guess ‘ashes to formaldehyde, dust to toxic sludge’ doesn’t have the same ring.” — Derrick Jensen and Aric McBay, What We Leave Behind

“Is it an irresponsible overstatement,” asked Richard Falk, the United Nations special rapporteur for human rights in the occupied Palestinian territories and emeritus professor of international law at Princeton University, who is Jewish, “to associate the treatment of Palestinians with [the] criminalised Nazi record of collective atrocity? I think not.” — from John Pilger’s “Smile on the Face of the Tiger” (June 11, 2009 http://www.zmag.org/zspace/commentaries/3891)

“Oh? And when the last law was down, and the Devil turned ’round on you, where would you hide, Roper, the laws all being flat? This country is planted thick with laws, from coast to coast, Man’s laws, not God’s! And if you cut them down, and you’re just the man to do it, do you really think you could stand upright in the winds that would blow then? Yes, I’d give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safety’s sake!”
– Sir Thomas More in Robert Bolt’s A Man for All Seasons, his life but not his landbase hanging in the balance.

I’ve decided that I don’t want to be cremated or placed in tropical hardwood filled with formaldehyde. No, if my loved ones can get away with violating the destructive local law… I’d like to simply be placed in the ground with little around me, making it easier for those maggots… making it possible to compost aerobically… not putrifying, transforming into “a semi-liquid residue doped with toxic preserving agents.” Down, I’d still like to go up against the horror of our bad habits, enslavement.

Forget the fact that hardly a soul around me can smell the odor of Auschwitz in the air. That they spend not a meaningful heartbeat on the abomination imposed upon Palestinians, our callous, insane disregard for international law ‘cross the board. Yes, that should be addressed immediately. But there’s something bigger begging for attention. [Pause.] Hmmm… maybe I shouldn’t say that. Perhaps both… all the stench… should be, must be wrenched from our routines at once, or almost simultaneously. All the stuff you don’t know about ’cause the entrenched authorities… in your community (and the ones you don’t know at all elsewhere), mainstream media outlets, and virtually all educational institutions compound ignorance with ignorance. Yes, a mouthful, but… in the face of monstrous, unnecessary murder, irreparable impairment of our landbase! Who is refusing to race to the moneymoon pace and beyond whilst desecrating — forever — our home, this very heaven on earth?

What’s bigger? That must be answered obliquely.

On my headstone, I want the following


You have not lived until you embrace what he writes from the depths of his woods, and taken action.

O WORLD, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide grey skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,—Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,—let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Please… ask me where that comes from, and why. It’s not by Derrick.

On my honor… this is a matter of the utmost urgency.

If my non-linear presentation above didn’t reach you, consider how our lives might altered if the Governor of California and all of his official advisers ( as per http://oxtogrind.org/archive/315) spoke some of Derrick’s words, forcefully, repeatedly, creatively:

“Once I was in the courtroom I was reminded of what I already knew: in this system profit trumps law, trumps science, trumps logic, trumps truthfulness, trumps the natural world, and so on.”

“This is how the world is murdered.
So nice and legal. So fully permitted.
It’s got to stop.”

Now I just have to pray that I die in time.

Richard Martin Oxman
For the moment, I am available 24×8 as per http://oxtogrind.org/archive/315