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2021/5/3 #poetry Perhaps I should clarify: There is no self No you No I No me No subject That which becomes known The experience of this Knowing Having Doing Seeing Hearing Feeling Sensing Being In relation To it's object Is that relation There is no self or other apart from it No subject perceiving object other than As parts Of that relation That experience It occurs at once All parts together Indivisible Like space Without space Stuff couldn't exist Everything would be together In the same spot But not really To even have a spot You still need space But space isn't there It only exists as a relationship Between things that aren't together Self isn't there either Being only a reference To separate sensing from being Without an experience of self This can get confusing

2021/5/2 #poetry I shouldn't expect too much of myself it really wouldn't do it could make me quite despondent it could put me in a mood To maintain my motivation what would really serve me well is just gentle determination that dazzlement I expel I've got lot's of time to play in If I make my task a chore it constricts the flow and freedom I won't like it anymore So from this day going forward I'd encourage you to note that my daily writing practice may not be something you can quote

2021/5/1 #poetry Night is bright City full of light Never feels quite right In bed tucked in tight No darkness in sight The urban person's plight Go to sleep despite

2021/4/30 #poetry today our society outputs a whole lot of noise a slew of garbage comes out of publishers and creators of all sorts prolific production but minuscule magnificence

digital platforms support massive eructations of word, sound, visual artifacts, “experiments”, remixes, and homework assignments all previously unpublishable now nothing is

we believe that society can sort it for us but it can't, that's a myth, an illusion, and a gamble so much is lost in the noise

the problem is that what's good is about what speaks to you and what speaks to you is about context and our context is all screwed up fractionated and splintered into 7000 shards per capita and marketers and media outlets huff and puff and whip them up into little wind devils cyclones of splinters and pablum

our cultural digestive system has been disemboweled what we are left with are frameworks for creating excitement every movie producer uses the same brand of plot thickener each film gets different flavors but all end up with the same consistency

in the bad old days we all shared One True Culture a different one for every place but each culture held together was cohesive was a culture

now we don't have a culture for society at all we have shared cultures between friends family cultures corporate cultures each siloed and on it's own they can't be shared because letting something out is just dumping it into the ocean of noise

in order to create sanity to bring it all together people must resort to making their own culture by producing their own work they can attract others that have at least that work as common knowledge that this works encourages them to make more work adding to the noise

this is not to say that the drive to create is the problem and this is not to say that the drive to share your work, or work you found meaningful, is the problem nor is it to say that we should all go back to enforced recitation of any particular theological or mythopoeic narrative just that perhaps some structure some order would help a bit

and also that if we did want to have a shared culture we'd have to address a key driver in all this fractionation and agree that copyright can't exist

Sets of sets some order describing as in delineating as in creating an outline a border of definition dividing what is within and without

Sets of sets a holding together of holdings together of elements

Sets of sets containing containers containing things

Sets of sets collections collected

Sets of sets

2021/4/29 #poetry in a shaft of sunlight from the window, half shaded sits a plant in a pot on a plate on the rug

every morning to keep it green and leafy in the plant pot is poured some water from a jug

after this thoughtful and well-meaning gesture it's caretaker sits by it with tea in a mug

even if busy they know to go slowly that the tea would be useless if drunk with a chug

2021/4/28 #poetry Guess what I did I did nothing I did nothing nothing nothing Guess what I did really nothing not even what you think is nothing I didn't sleep and I didn't blink My heart didn't beat and I didn't think no talking no eating no I didn't drink no nothing nothing really nothing Guess what I did nothing nothing I mean it I tell you I'm not bluffing nothing nothing nothing nothing

2021/4/27 #poetry It takes time not long, but it always seems that it has to acclimate or adapt You need that time to figure out just exactly what it is in your new environment that you can be dissatisfied with so that eventually, you can be just as uncomfortable as you were when you had had enough before

We make our tastes or choose to accept the ones that others give us and with those tastes we can know and point to what is distasteful

The satisfaction of attaining peace finding a new environment to inhabit one with none of the problems of the last can also be caught by accepting the itches those small faults that are just a matter of what you believe

Any location carries a set of compromises if you can find one that doesn't don't talk yourself out of staying

If you can't find one that doesn't you must realize that the numerous necessities of the many plans and interests that you carry make many different places ideal for various things but none for all

The conflict is within you and you can resolve it by putting your focus on a single priority

Or you can let life take you wherever it will allowing your personal preferences to melt off in the flow

2021/4/26 #poetry Have you seen it? Not to be missed, I say. You'd be sorry if you did. Penitent, perhaps. It's not here long. You only have this one chance. Don't dillydally. Nor tarry. Get in gear. Take charge. Take a chance. Make Us Proud! Well, maybe not, but make yourself proud. You'll be able to say: “I did it.” And you'd be correct. You would have. But only if you do. So don't delay. Make it happen. Execute the action. Conclude your course. Experience the experience... ...and live to tell about it. Set forth. Make the time. Act now. Fulfill. Implement. Effectuate. Go!

2021/4/25 #poetry 'Begin something new' it says A whole book with pithy sayings and illustrations not subtle meant to excite to inspire you to start to begin It looked cool, fun, and yes inspiring So I pulled it out of the box and took it home

But starting isn't my issue I've got no problem starting something new I need a book that says 'Begin again' 'Continue where you left off' 'Keep going, just like yesterday' There's probably a book like that out there but it wouldn't help I don't need inspiration or determination and certainly not self flagellation nor commitment nor merely a good plan to get myself to actually follow through and finish what I started before

Really, what would be best is if the book ate all the others if it only left the one that I needed on the shelf and if it removed my access to all the other things that weren't relevant to my task so that the only way out of boredom was not starting something new but restarting what still needed finishing

It probably wouldn't matter I'd turn the last remaining book upside down and practice reading that way then I'd see if I could turn the pages with my breath alone see if I could guess what page I was about to open to but then end up just reveling in the sound made from snapping the pages shut Snap Snap Snap until I decided that really I must not have been interested in doing this thing at all in the first place that I really don't want to do it after all and that now I will officially give up on it so that, you know, I can again be allowed to start something new

2021/4/24 #poetry Only when you can really see the shape of your impact will you know what you are then you will see that you are not confined to the worm shape that your body seems to trace through time then you will see that you really do connect, commune, commingle with all the rest then you will see that “you” itself is too small a container for your being then you will see that the values projected in the moment are only valid from such a limited perspective then you will see that the shape of your impact is inherently value free then you will see that the self you hold is made by holding then you will be