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Daily writing practice

2022/1/25 #poetry I would like to write about important things. If other people are to read them, that is. I'm much more agreeable to writing complete nonsense if it's just for me. I can really get into writing something profoundly obvious just for the fun of typing and stringing words together that sound neat. I can entertain myself by making word salad. Those long runs of empty phrases that all but cancel each other out or serve to introduce merely the beginning of an idea that something is about to be said. I really like the rhyming phrase plug in drug. I think quite often about the addictive qualities of screens and the myriad addictive flickers they display. Almost all the screens flicker, you see. They count the flickers in Hz. Too fast to notice for the most part, but some people get headaches or other odd symptoms due to the particular frequency of some flickers. I have the unfortunate affect of falling asleep under the glow of certain tube fluorescents. Makes classes much more difficult than they should be. It can be a nice feeling if I'm not resisting it. A very pleasant tiredness. Spooky, as it was very hard to pinpoint what the cause was. Most people aren't affected so it isn't well known. Once I figured it out, tracking down information about it was not easy, and that's with the benefit of the internet. I did get what I was looking for eventually after much effort and it changed my life. I now have a remedy for the issue. Turn off the light, leave the room, or introduce a similarly or more powerful light with a steady glow to fill in the gaps. If only we could find a frequency that effected us in a positive way. The first step to create a plug in drug that didn't serve content. How things would change.

2022/1/24 #poetry No way to feel it without. No, feeling never happens out there. It can seem like it does. But it doesn't. It seems like you encounter them. Rather than make them. That they are something you can find. Or something you can capture. But they don't come in from anywhere. They are all created where they are. It might be better to say we always have a feeling and it changes. Like our skin is always a temperature sometimes we notice it we may enjoy or be disturbed by it but it is never not with us this sense of temperature and it is always the same sense no mater what signal it delivers. So our emotion is sensed and is always with us however we determine its value continuously sensing feeling the changing experience modifying to accommodate whatever we put our focus on.

2022/1/23 #poetry Hey, I made this for you. I just wanted to. It's totally new. If you don't like it, it's coo[l]. I've said what is true, not much else to do. I've got to go poo. I'll see you in two. The bathroom's a zoo. I can't even get through. Shoudn'ta had that last brew. I'm off to search for a loo.

2022/1/22 #poetry Wind of winter night Incredible violence battering my dreams

2022/1/21 #poetry I've been busy like mycelia. Invisible effort. Working away as time is shed like rain off the canopy of the glowing forest. Halos of misting spray erupting upon impact on the leaves as everything drains down toward the underground. Where the roots are. The world below of rhizome and mycelia. Soaking down and through, activating and facilitating change. The solution moving things along. Flowing everywhere along the growing, building hyphae. Collecting towards a bursting through of something, past the interface of the substrate. Into a world we touch, where focus is absorbed. Capturing all interest with the flush of excitement.

2022/1/20 #poetry Today is the best day. The Sun is just warm enough. The shade is just cool enough. The wind is just low enough. Nothing could be better. Well, the cars could go silent, sure. Or evanesce altogether. That would make things better. They are loud and smelly and kill you if you get in their way. I don't need to mention their impact on the health of the ecosystem. They sure are comfortable though. Riding, effortlessly, on a soft, shock absorbed cushion, in climate controlled bliss. Comfort seems to oppose fun. They have an inverse relationship when it comes to getting places. Biking is fun. Cars that have giant engines and ride harder and have less safety features are more fun than cars that protect you from everything from noise to the feeling of acceleration. Walking is fun. Walking where there are no cars is lots of fun. Being able to experience the world around you is fun. It can also be quite uncomfortable. True, when things become painful they are no longer fun, but up until that threshold, comfort subdues fun. Then again, sometimes on such a nice day, when the weather couldn't be more comfortable, noticing the play of light, the activities of the animals and people, can inspire deep enjoyment. I don't know if that qualifies as fun.

2022/1/19 #poetry Close, but always just close. Sometimes I really think I'll get there. I wouldn't keep trying if I didn't. The specter of the easy way, days into months into years of everything just being fine is always right there. It truly could be easy if only... if this or that wasn't in the way, knocking us down, filling our tank with sand. It is better than being lost. It is not as bad as feeling stuck. It isn't as nice as having things flow and work out. Just enough frustration to keep the goal one step out of reach. Some people say that's how it is for everybody. That the ones that succeed are just the ones who persist through all that rough weather. It is no guarantee, persistence is only the first prerequisite in reality. Onward then. The only direction is forward. Effort is for spending.

2022/1/18 #poetry The golden ball that the princess had was representative of desire similar to the representation of desire attributed to the moon. There is a connection with desire and obsession. When you have the golden ball, what else would you do but play with it and carry it and stare at it. You love it. It is what you want. Unlike other wants that upon fulfillment are replaced by new wants, these remain. The golden ball stays the only want even when it is already possessed. The moon is also associated with obsession, this desire out of balance. It captures your attention as the most luminous object in the otherwise dark world of the night. Is it this capturing that inspired these associations? I would like a golden ball. I can imagine the weight of it being so very pleasing. I don't care about the value. I would like to experience rolling it between my hands and along surfaces that would resonate with deep sounds. Heavy metal and stone balls are a delight and one of gold would be very heavy indeed. The kind of thing that would pull you into raptness. Effortless dhyana.

2022/1/17 #poetry Ink is a wonderful thing. So is the warmth of the Sun Here I am, using ink & feeling the warmth from the Sun and I can't decide which is better. Warmth seems to have an enhancing effect, making the interesting pleasant. Reducing the harshness of discomforts. Relaxing and expanding the psychophysical system.

2022/1/16 #poetry I have a lot of fun. Sometimes I dance and sometimes I run. Every day I enjoy a ton. Living the dream as I circle the Sun. I think a lot of thoughts. Often I try to connect the dots; but that is hard because there are lots, so I settle on musing on do's and do not's. I take a lot of time. Using so much feels like a crime. I may fill an hour just to make a small rhyme. Even when the results are not quite sublime.