"Pet Duke" itchingscratches to scratch an itch mocked by things parasitic attached to a bag of salty wine and rock glued to a ticking clock sailing the crust to a rift on a raft Joy is sorrow unmasked wisdom is a sour cherry chewed by a jester on his way to a cemetary ' cause.. the rain paid our grub to grow and the wind paid the rain to snow and i dont know or else id change the snow to rain praying never changed anything except for spring ..an effect of turning grey array from blue and red no one will miss me when im dead in everyone is a faithful dog searching for a bowl in the mysterious fog Patriotism is a double edged sword Beware Caeser beating the drums of war paddling fast our sinking rafts against the draft painting a sacred scared sensation, modern mans tired bones only express temptation the only difference in colors expressed by identical twin brothers both go grey before going to the fray by wayof a hawk that knows the river styx like blue knows the shock of never getting its fix always resting in my eyes, a haze of cumbersome tries to catch up to an impulse, the rose of no thorn will be worn by the grateful dead the scars on your head show how much weve tried to lie every song needs bass in the space of grass induced grace Rising waves, we are washed on the shores of tommorrow
An awareness of the self, of the informational content of the person including what is commonly referred to as "the personality", such that this awareness has significance in terms of nature of the self. Now we could take this into reductio ad absurdum but what I am saying in simpler terms is that it appears to me that your poetry is also a detailed rendering about you, about the nature of your focus. I should clarify that I am not defining whether "Sees Itself" refers to, in whole or in part, an awareness that is a conscious awareness. .
I appreciate your wisdom, E Philo Soph. The nature of my focus is telescoped into a microscopic paradigm, which just happens to be the size of our entire universe. Epistemology is a spilled glass of wine, and personalities are fleeting. I am a deterministic person, and you are correct that the poem is an observation. Like a dying brazil tree notices the vines choking its life force, all I can do is observe the descension of our society. It is not the fault of a man, such as me or George W Bush, or even of a giant organization of men, such as the secret 7. OR even Aliens! This descension is a chess game that our lifetime is one move within. Each line in the poem reflects free will on its own mirror image, saying forget about the choices, because it is an illusion. Basically, it is emploring mankind to enjoy its life in what small doses he is allowed to enjoy. Change is a security blanket, in summation. I appreciate your interest, there are many more if you'd like them. matt
Hey, where is my poem? I forgot, do you play guitar? If so I'd love to hear some of your amazing words put to music.
Matt, Telescopic view implies that there is much more to see; and thus the "microscopic paradigm," no matter its size, appears, in part, as you have analogized; small. And given the metaphors utilized and my awareness of accurate awareness, in this case, considering size and or content, it is not the "entire universe." We emanate from what we are, and thought, be it in philosophy or other fields, provides the "opportunity" to hide or to seek and find. I have found that self honesty provides profound reward; honest self review through the vehicle of acknowledgement of the reality of participation in life. Not tangling, yet, with the detached folly of rationalization that mankind is in the 'grips' descension or entropic decay that cannot be averted, I will say, "we are a participants." Don't just observe a mugging, find compassion and courage. There will be those who are misguided, some with great material power, in the human scene but in the likeness of good find the courage to stand with goodness. I propose that what appears to be descension may, actually, be disintegration of old collective paradigms in the process of new collective paradigms being formed. The ideals that, in a just and good manner, promote and enhance collective and individual human freedom are of profound importance; so that we, our children and our 'childrens children' can choose to be more of what we are capable of. The robotic lacks true creativity; and the indivdual impulse to create, to be the individuals that we are, will win, overall, through the advancing cycles that often appear as descension. Peace and good for all of us, David .
yes, I play lots of things i just play i am sorry i havent contacted you, I was looking forward to meeting! but with this new orleans thing we've been so busy over here sending out food... we're picking basically the entire farm and shipping it to mississippi (missing hippy) i would love to sing for you sometime soon though we'll go to some mellow beach and wander David: You are an intelligent and inspiring person, certainly...I wrote a new poem out of your last post, am trying to make a song out of it in C Minor (sad chords for happy lyrics, always- So this is for you, maybe youll see it by some random form of media one day as a song Entropy is still light your time left is always right some hearts beat faster than others they only seek to find: decay is a festive occasion goodness is a timely evasion standing in the light tangling tricks around a spool of words allowing fools to detach themselves making sense of a ration of time smiling, we spring from what we are still light outside by far
Yeah, we'll definitely have to get together before the weather turns, but I completely understand the work that needs to be done on the farm. Tomorrow I'm going to World Shelters in Arcata to help assemble parts of shelters to be shipped to the southeast.
