Daily writing practice
2021/9/7 Hold my vegan sugar-free fair trade local carob based chocolate substitute drink in the reused glass jar while I punch this walking human rights violation with the pro-life bumper sticker on their SUV that they're driving while using their phone to order phthalate filled plastic toast rotators (for one handed butter spreading) and dropping their dasani and coke bottles out the window and blasting religio-political talk radio.
2021/9/6 That was the theory. What they thought was that because it made so much sense it was probably accurate. Why would they bother to test it? As theories go it wasn't bad, and you certainly couldn't fault anyone for believing in it. The mistake was to rely on it without testing.
2021/9/5 #poetry Why am I to expect such miracles? That everyday should be so fabulous that I could hardly express my satisfaction with it. How and where would such notions have arisen in my mind? What is the way to it if that life could really be? Is it through work? So many people think so. Most are hardly what I'd call happy. It must be through connection. These people that stick around and the ones that only pass by with a simple need that you are able to obviate. The ones that do so much for you as well. Those are the ones that let you see what it is like to receive it. To know what gratitude your actions can generate, intentionally and by happenstance. When the focus of your life is here, on bringing that out, then you feel it too. Then you see the world as filled with goodness.
2021/9/4 #poetry They put masks on to make themselves look like animals. This really had a great affect on both the dancers and the audience. The dancers felt different in a significant way. There was a subtle change of consciousness. The audience perceived a difference in what they were looking at, it became more alien in a visceral but subtle way. The intensity of the event for all parties was ratcheted up a couple notches, already up from baseline because of the activity. The emotional significance of the event followed suit. It helped that the significance had been expounded upon beforehand. Thoughts, insights, connections occurring during the event were given more account. It felt natural, true, and real if one didn't come in to it with preconceived negative biases. There were cascading positive social effects and enhancements to the group dynamics. I don't think declaring that as a society we have 'advanced beyond that level of understanding' is an accurate way to describe what we've done.
2021/9/3 #poetry Excellent choice I made. I know it was, everyone else does too. Even so, I'm stuck with it. I don't have much room to move now since I made it. Being stuck with something good is better than being stuck with something bad I suppose. Why can't I just not be stuck though, that would be the most agreeable scenario. If I could be more fluid it would help. If there were more good options it would help. If I could make changes faster that would help too. I wouldn't be as stuck, or stuck for less time when I was. Stuck with something good is better than uncertainty and something good perhaps. Perhaps there's hope for change and I just am not looking at the situation right. Perhaps I'm less stuck than I think. Perhaps I never was stuck at all.
2021/9/2 After the torrential downpour the world felt fresh. Cleansed of all the grime. That was why she didn't mind while it was raining, even extraordinarily hard. The ease of it, that all she had to do was let it happen, no need to participate in a massive community effort to wash everything and then provide continuous maintenance, that ease was something she cherished. With most things, things she had to do, there was an enormous effort. It was not that things were unenjoyable, but that they simply didn't flow, there was no monotonous, repetitive but wholly untaxing state that she could fall into while doing even very often recurring tasks. All of it required a substantial push all the while.
2021/9/1 “I don't think we should be having an argument.” “We aren't, if I weren't agreeing with you we could at most be having a disagreement. No position is being supported by logic or evidence, hence no argument.” “However you call it, the contention is clear. We are at odds, disagreement or no.” “I don't follow.” “Exactly, you are of a different opinion.” “My opinion on what I don't understand has yet to be established.” “That certainly is no form of agreement.” “True, it could go either way.” “Basically I'm trying to close a declarative statement while you persist in keeping this open.”
2021/8/31 #poetry Why anything does cause these thrilling moments of astonishment I can not say. These flushes of realization could just be taken in passing, without a jolt, without arrest. Their import could be acknowledged but they could remain a non-event. The purpose of these moments, perhaps is to give some value to changing one's mind. Make it fun, make it intense. That way people would be less likely to resist. Might even seek them out. Have you?
2021/8/30 #poetry I have at times been so overcome with a sort of appreciation for art that I feel as if everything else has also been affected. That the world in all its vastness has also stopped to receive the impact. A moment of openness, of reaching for what elevated element enables this encounter with the sublime so as to grasp it myself and have use of it in my own creations. Perhaps it does impact everything. If everything is integrally connected at a fundamental level then when I'm affected so is the rest of it to some degree. Perhaps it is just a feeling, an impetus to share. As an impulse it works better when it doesn't reach so deep. Being speechless and awestruck makes me hardly fit to point attention to anything.
2021/8/29 #poetry I do enjoy watching the fog. There's an excitement to it. It comes in and annihilates things. I watch and wonder, will that building be removed, will that other be erased? Will I? Sometimes there's an effect of diffusing the lights in the buildings so instead you see globulous hills with fires pitched about. Then candles, and nothing. It all stays trapped, that light, and the whole mass of gassy fluff glows. A big city-sized glow ball.