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Dumpster Epilogue

Posted by The Happy Tutor

Prospero Spoken by the magicician Prospero at the end of The Tempest. As he speaks he puts aside his magic book, his wand, and his cap. For the first time, he speaks to us in the weary voice of a real man, no longer that of a figure playing a part.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

He asks the audience to release him from the enchantment he himself created. He asks that the spell be broken, leaving us all vulnerable to realities we had rather not face. As we wander back into the street, bewildered by the light, we return from the green world of Prospero's island, to our Naples, at our own risk.  We found  a fallen Eden in exile, here in the Dumpster, but now whether our parts be big or small I must find my place on the stage we fictions call "real life."

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Oh, dear. Alas. Break not that spell!

Thanks. All the world's a stage. The spell once broken leaves us no less fools on no less a stage.

Be well, whatever stage you tread.

Sister Lucy, pray for us. We've all poured some of our consciousness into this blog and you're suggesting that you might switch it off like a, uh, a thing that people switch off? Kiss the Tutor, Win a Prize -- what will become of all that? Will you put it in a cyberbox then, years later, share it with grandchildren who will feign interest, barely concealing their contempt for the written word?

Do you think Dr. Chadwallah would, if I paid him enough, moonlight at White Courtesy Telephone?

Funny. Does he get to use his own face picture and bio? You got anything that needs interpreting? Any hidden meanings as with Countess Apraxina? What your site really needs is Sister Lucy, though.

What, and become a latter-day Gielgud, trapped in a second-rate Greenaway film?

Geilgud as Sister Lucy?

Gielgud would look great in wimple.

Since there is no outside of Wealth Bondage, Dr. Chadwallah wouldn't have far to walk. Certainly no one would mess with his trademark image. As for interpreting the White Courtesy Telephone: everything on it is radically polysemous.

No outside of Wealth Bondage? Of course there's an outside of Wealth Bondage: it's everywhere a fellow can't get a break. Ordinary people should be so lucky to be inside Wealth Bondage--must be awful nice to be tied to some annuity or other investment that pays an income without having to work!

At least you never put up a declaration of principles like some people I know...

It is the yearning for financial security and the things we sacrifice to attain it that constitute a big part of wealth bondage. So you are deep inside, very deep.

Polysemous, wasn't he the Cyclops in Homer?

Yes, brother of Polyclitus and son of Pornokrites.

Wasn't his brother, Phallocentric?

Mandrakes, the very one. You recall this scene from Act 1 of Waiting for Godot, in which Estragon and Vladimir discuss hanging themselves and refer to the belief that mandrakes are seeded by the ejaculate of hanged men:

Estragon: What about hanging ourselves?
Vladimir: Hmm. It'd give us an erection.
Estragon: (highly excited) An erection!
Vladimir: With all that follows. Where it falls mandrakes grow. That's why they shriek when you pull them up. Did you not know that?
Estragon: Let's hang ourselves immediately!

I remember it well. So from The Tempest through Homer to Godot. We are certainly an elite cult.

Closingtime, gents. Eh? Rome boose for the Bloom toff. I hear you say onions? Bloo? Cadges ads. Photo's papli, by all that's gorgeous. Play low, pardner. Slide. BONSOIR LA COMPAGNIE. And snares of the poxfiend. Where's the buck and Namby Amby? Skunked? Leg bail. Aweel, ye maun e'en gang yer gates. Checkmate. King to tower. Kind Kristyann wil yu help yung man hoose frend tuk bungellow kee tu find plais whear tu lay crown of his hed 2 night. Crickey, I'm about sprung. Tarnally dog gone my shins if this beent the bestest puttiest longbreak yet. Item, curate, couple of cookies for this child. Cot's plood and prandypalls, none! Not a pite of sheeses? Thrust syphilis down to hell and with him those other licensed spirits. Time, gents! Who wander through the world. Health all! A LA VOTRE!

Joyce too, I guess, has shown up for the wake.

How many times have I said to you: BY THEIR IP ADDRESSES SHALL YE KNOW THEM?

Thanks, Kip, blogged the link.

The magic of P's farewell, enriched in the pungent dumpster, the baleful light, the distance of the after time, renews itself here. thanks.

Ah, the moment of farewell! Is that not the right tone on which to begin a book, or even a trilogy? I think maybe Beckett would have agreed.

Hmm.

How very disturbing.

Yo, well-educated tutor dude. Is the phenomenal universe not disturbing enough already?

Muffy of Muffy's (very occasional) Blog for Random Parenthood sends her, well, wishes for continual continuance. You know how she is.

And the other Muffy, Farmington Muffy, the Richly Upholstered Hyannisport Chair of Billionaires for Bush (Muffaletta Worthington-Warbucks, Mrs. Chadwick "Binky" Worthington-Warbucks, III) sends her condolences.

O do not do this, sir.

Morph, or something. Can one not?

One can. One could. Could one not?

(sniff)

Well, we have to do something after the end of wealth bondage as we know it. Ah, the majestic ruins of what was once Wealth Bondgage.

Wealth Bondage is Dead.


Long Live Wealth Bondage?

Rumors of death greatly exaggerated  [STOP]  Fish saves universe  [STOP]  Earth creatures rejoice  [STOP]  Stop?[STOP]  [HAKAK]

Death and Rebirth. Wealth Bondage Closeout Sale. Followed by Grand Opening across town.

Are we going upscale?

We're moving on up! To the East Side! Finally git a piece of the Pi-i-ie!

Your guess is correct, Michael. Our honored guests in the Bordello have enjoyed slumming with the losers. Now they must return up town with their own kind, to work through their philanthropic joys.

One should regard worldly phenomena
As being like a dream,
Like a magician's illusion;
Like a bubble, that rises in water and bursts,
Like a shadow;
Like dew;
Like a flash of lightning.

--The Diamond Sutra

Loved reading around in your "Buddhist Jihad" site. Thank you for dropping by.

Thanks. Have enjoyed your site for a long time. Will you truly blog no more? Regards, BJ aka Muffy.

Awaiting fresh inspiration. I would like to have an impact on "giving," as a way out of Wealth Bondage, where giving includes not just philanthropy but the gifts of the muses, of the holy spirit, of grace, of civic friendship and active citizenship. WB is good for upending the bad, but does not easily promote the good. At least that is how it feels right now. Diogenes was the first Cynic. He was not a cynic as that term is used now. But there is a fine line.

Sermon and satire - both moral discourses.

The Zen monk or Nun too are seeking to make change the interlocutor, to awaken them.

So, I am between gigs, wondering how to do more than find fault.

WB is good for upending the bad, but does not easily promote the good

I am so surprised at this statement, and find it much more cynical than ever I thought you would or could be.

I have always seen WB as almost opposite to that statement. I wonder if you are depressed ? Either that or you don't really believe in satire, I guess.

Sounds like you are looking for a Seligmanesque series of aphorisms, value propositions and best practices about which to blog. I know, it's hard to believe that "the system" is so large and so well entrenched, it almost seems as if there's little point , it's all WB after all, so I guess it's all about behaving well so that the rich kids will actually notice you're on the playground and might, if you demonstrate an understanding of their rules, pick you for one of the teams.

Bt I saw WB in it's former state as vibrant, positive, joyful .. are you renovating it to become the first gentrified yuppie gallery cum bistro, where one might encounter once a week the members of the local philanthropy chapter who happen to be in town and not in Palm Beach or London. Bet you the walls will be white and everyone will dress nice and wear expensive scents, clean their fingernails, etc.

Sorry, didn't mean to comment but I was just lurking out back, taking a glimpse to see if anyone else looked in the darkened windows ... but my guess is everyone's already moved on .. another alley, another neighbourhood ... but the oh-so-cynical statement really grabbed my attention. I feel so sincerely sorry for you.

Thanks, JJ, wasn't that depressed until reading your comment.

I did not intend to be hurtful or mean .. and I am not sure that helping you feel a bit depressed is something to thank me for.

I'll move on now, too. In my best pomo blogging jargon ... cya.

I appreciate a lot what I got from knotting myself up here at WB these past couple of years. Thank you.

It was a group effort, like a carnival troupe or improv group. For the time being the social dynamics seem to have disintegrated, but the friendships live on. I appreciate all you have done for the effort, and look forward to many new "performances" in the future. Thanks, JJ.

If we must hum, let's do it in tune, like a barbershop quartet.

ordered liberty ? or making music to heal ?

Music to heal the distempered soul, and to bring harmony out of disharmony. Is this not ordered liberty?

dunno ... you tell me / us. Where did the distemper come from ?

Was the crackdown on comments an attempt to cast out disharmony (damp the notes) or order liberty (only allow certain kinds of free notes in) ?

It was an attempt to maintain a decorum tolerable to mainstream donors, from a broad spectrum of constituencies, representative of our diverse country. Anonymous figures making jokes, and being intentionally disrespectful of those with money was not conductive attracting them or retaining them. Candidly, stereotpying of wealthy people is bigotry. In WB we do that in a spirit of fun or satire to redress an imbalance, to redress the artificially high respect in which money is often held. But in The World We Want the goal and methodolgy is to engage people of the caliber of Steve Case and Pierre Omidyar. That does not exclude people from other walks of life, but finding a decorum in which all can join without undo rancor and conflict is not easy. I thought that if a Steve Case could be invited to show up in propria persona it would not be too much to ask others to do the same. As with any business meeting, conference or party, you need a dress code. Masks are for Mardi Gras, or for a Maquerade Charity Ball, maybe, but you can't have some people come to an event in business attire and others dressed as hookers, pirates, and babies in diapers. Given my online presence and precedent Carnival follows me wherever I go. That forces me to play one role among others. In real life I play many, including that of connector, moderator, and peace-maker. The Carnival atmosophere turned TWWW into another sideshow. I wanted and still want something more like The Chicago Open Space for Giving Conference where we did have a very broad range of people including some significant funders. We did not come in masks. We came in propria persona and we worked together across what might be called class lines. That is what I was after with the comment policy.

well said, very clear .. thank you

An ideal and its shadow make one figure. WB is the shadow. The ideal community based on giving is imperfectly realized. Without the shadow the ideal can seem brittle, false, and exclusionary. Without the ideal the shadow can seem detached like a Greek Chorus, wringing its hands as tragedy unfolds. Even if we are minor players we are also actors on a big stage where the heros and heroines have established their own decorum, "larger than life," rather than clownish. Missing genres is very difficult. Shakespeare did it in his late plays, but he was, you might say, an exceptional talent.

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