WTM #1131: Water2


wReck thiS meSS ~ Radio Patapoe 88.3 
Amsterdam ~ Ethno-Illogical Psycho-Radiographies

27.06.11 // 16.45-18.30

“I was bathing my eye…”
• Jimi Hendrix

To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float. 
• Alan Watts

Listen to Water2

Settlement > Dallas Simpson [Environments / DS]
+ Rainy Day Dream Away > Jimi Hendrix [Electric Ladyland / Reprise]
After Sinking [exc] > Craig Vear 
The Water Wars > Mumia Abu-Jamal
Ocean > Atmo
The Sinking of the Titanic 4 > Gavin Bryars 
Plastic Bottles in the Devil’s Water  > Rennie Foster  vs Miquell Santos
Mediteranné > Cordame [Migration / Actuelle]
Tap Water Flow > Mrlvchenko + Democracy Now
Ocean (SYN049) > Piero Zaffuto & Romano Marini
Water Pump > Dallas Simpson [Em:t / Time Recording]
Water Prayer (Rasta Dub) > Adham Shaikh
Adoration of the Willow [exc] > Dallas Simpson [Environments / DS]
Sinking of the Ososphere-03-10-2009 > Black Sifichi vs Gavin Bryars
Adoration of the Willow [exc] > Dallas Simpson
1983… [A Merman I Should Turn To Be] > Jimi Hendrix
Mermaid dub (feat. Ego) > Riot
The Mermaid of Elsinore > Lehadbik [Via Sinistrae / Black Note]
A Merman [In Reverse] > Jimi Hendrix
Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks [Neruda ] > Judy Fleeton & Broken Paradox
Immersion > Power Steppers [Dub Clash 96 / Universal Egg]
Polluted Sea (Original) > Andrea Porcu
Cool Drink of Water Blues > Tommy Johnson [Complete Recorded Works / Document]
A Merman [In Reverse] > Jimi Hendrix
The Waters Ritual > Upanishad
The Ocean Doesn’t Want Me Today > Tom Waits
Water Pump > Dallas Simpson
Oceans of radio > MC Pal & b/art

The water wars • Mumia Abu-Jamal from death row
The recent visions of the tsunami rushing, raging, tearing through the Asian coasts has given us all some interesting insights into the truly stunning, and indeed awesome power of water, and how nature’s fury is virtually boundless when unleashed.Yet there is another watery war that is being waged, that may affect the lives of millions, but it garners neither the concern, nor really the attention of the world’s media. The electronic media, especially, thrives on drama and conflict, and seeks pictures and stories which reflect these features.

It also affirms the positions of the privileged, as opposed to the plight of the poor, and powerless. Yet all across the globe, in Africa, Asia, and Latin America–and even here–in North America– people are living under the very real threat of the corporatization of water and water systems. The waters of the earth, which have been, since the dawn of human civilization, for the collective usage of the community, are fast becoming just another commodity–something to sell. If you can afford it, cool. If not, tough.

Michael Stark, a senior executive at US Filter, a subsidiary of the multinational corporation, Vivendi, put it this way: “Water is a critical and necessary ingredient to the daily life of every human being, and it is also an equally powerful ingredient for powerful manufacturing companies.” (Lake)

Veronica Lake, a Michigan-based environmental activist, has noted that corporations acquire the world’s water by three major methods: a.) by “water mining” the underground aquifers, or deep sources of many of the world’s streams or rivers; b.) by leasing state and government water systems and collecting revenues; and c.) by “managing” city water systems. In short, there’s money in water, and where money is, there too are corporations, trying to get paid. That’s the dark, unforeseen and treacherous side of the globalization movement among western governments and corporations. That’s also what privatization really means–taking the common inheritance of nature, and making it into someone else’s private property.

In South Africa, this movement has resulted in more misery for the poor. Indeed, cholera rates are higher now there, than in the days of apartheid. It’s often the result of tough austerity measures imposed by the World Bank or the International Monetary Fund, where governments are privatizing essential services, and the costs of living now means the right to buy water, to live.

Nor is this merely a story for the distant Third World. In Detroit, Michigan, today, some 40,000 people on the southwest side have had their water shut off for non-payment. In many older buildings, water isn’t just the stuff that’s supposed to run through faucets; it also provides steam heat through old radiators. So no water means, no heat. In Detroit. Scholars say that the next world wars will be fought, not for oil, but for water, for it is infinitely more precious. Thankfully, people, all over the world, in South Africa, in Plachimada, India, in Bolivia, in Brazil, in France, Ghana, and Canada, are fighting both their sell-out governments and the corporations for the human right of free access to water. Those of you who have read my earlier pieces may remember my piece on the Bolivian water wars in a place called Cochabamba.

There, a popular group calling itself La Coordinadora de Defensa del Agua y la Vida (Defense Committee in Defense of Water and Life), organized the poor, the homeless, the street walkers, and everyone they could to oppose the corporatization of their water. They ran out the Bechtel corporation. It must spread.
Or else water will become as rare as gold; and as expensive.
Source: Veronica Lake, ‘Corporations Corner Market on Life, Offer Buy-Back: The New World War: Water,’ “Against the Current,” 108,. Jan.-Feb. 2004, 26-31.

One’s experiences with water are usually vague unless you are a swimmer or sailor. The relation is similar to the one we have with our hearts. One is only made aware of the importance or dependence upon it when something goes wrong. Heartburn, a bypass operation, water pollution or flooding…

We are, like the earth, 70% water. We are walking, sweating sponges exuding, gleaming, perspiring water. Any near-death experiences – other than car-related – have all had to do with water, or more precisely, the ocean and swimming in it innocently and naively and enchantingly until it shows a side of nature, of ourselves, of the unpredictable aspect, the precipitous, the chance nature of it and existence – awesome and humbling.

I have almost died 3 times in the ocean but this never traumatized me [for very long]. As a kid of 8-ish, I was swimming and body surfing at Sandy Hook, and suddenly noticed I was in over my head in more ways than one and the dreaded [ignored] undertow actually existed. I felt it. Looked to the sky and you see blue, sun, look to the horizon east and you see your vision cut in half: top bright blue, bottom a frothy but darker more menacing blue. Fun and beach culture obscures all this. Not to mention a child’s ignorance of mortality and it’s profundity.

I remember getting tired and I remember there was a moment when suddenly I went under in water over my head, deep water where the undertow had greedily pulled me – everywhere and in every direction one hears glee and laughter and the screams of awe and pleasure – and suddenly that begins to fade as you grow tired [I tried to write about this some years later when I was 16] and you either give it up or you invent some strategy to save oneself and that I did. You don’t know where the effort or knowledge comes from but I took a deep [last?] breath and dove underwater and pushed and swam towards the shore like a bullet through flesh and when I came up for air I could stand and I could control my watery surroundings once again. When I emerged from the water however I noticed nothing familiar, no familiar faces, sand castles, lifeguards, everything seemed just a bit off, foreign. And when I walked out of the water I realized I was lost. I had no idea where I was in relation to the blanket where my parents lay baking in the sun, where my brother was playing in the sand. I was so lost I just stood so still that my body language must have projected something like anguish and I ran to the lifeguard who was already moving intuitively toward me. He asked if I was OK. I said yes. Are you lost? Yes. And he took my hand and led me to the lifeguard stand where I had to climb up to the top and then the lifeguards whistled loud like an airraid siren, that type of effect. Eyes from all over the beach would turn toward the source of the whistles and I remember my mom came running toward the lifeguard stand and in broken Euro-English explained that I was her son.

This experience was repeated years later when I lived on the Jersey Shore, in Ocean Grove. Excluding the lifeguard part of course. But a near death experience is exhilarating especially emerging from a large body of water like the Atlantic Ocean under a hot sun. I remember heading toward our blanket and me kissing my girl friend profusely in front of who cares how many people and Christians a bit perturbed by a profuse show of affection.

This was later to serve as experiential backdrop to the polemical search for the state of coma as something [artistically] analogous to a coma in my novel OCEAN GROOVE, OCEAN GRAVE:

Or maybe the body floats hypnotically on dark water somewhere. In questo sacre mare, searching for the “reborn paradises of the forgotten sun.” We just have to find where and how far “beyond the solemn geographies of human limits” that somewhere is. Be it Atlantis, the collective unconscious where all the unformed material of human consciousness is stored, or private instants of inexplicable ecstasy or a subworld comprised of “this entire atmospheric essence” or “metarhythms,” (beyond detection) “hidden currents,” or currents below sea level, below consciousness, snugly hugging the contours of thought-becomes-territory.

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