The first in the first place, The Others, standing beside us. Aware of destruction, strange, ineffectual, a matter of force. The bare path, dark and closed, From the stairs, an ascent of story, a complicated service, clean, psychological, a social alone. The world has not yet been consumed by the light of the stars. A … Continue reading Semi-Auto Cut-Up: The First in the First Place
Tag: poetry
Pity the Feeling
On top of Everest, in my mind,a dark cloud, lightning blasts, a hurricane of controversies, unwindbelow, nonsense sea, fish net casts.The Sherpa is fishing aboutprefers an understanding cartel.Procrustean commodities—easier without a heart, a totalitarian Tinkerbell.Feelings, the repugnant social Other,are the dream within the dream.Before we think, we must feel, brother,a mind | heart alone, cannot reign supreme.
sam | sara
Whatever comes together | disintegrates, falls apart the skeleton key fits, | unlocks our heart's door. Desire, stormy weather | on a cartographer's chart, wrinkled, it transmits | an unintelligible, mad lore. The key catches the lock | faceted truth, splinters dirty data, overload | bits are entangled, not lost. Progress of the clock | … Continue reading sam | sara
Dystopian Fever Dream
It's lonely, a technician in psychospace a cursed world, an immortal cancerscape residual runoff of human desire, the interface with incessant demons and no hope of escape. The lumpen digitariat, creating the villages necessary for the village idiots, Radio Rental. Sympathy for the monks, drunks and cabbages, they say, "Authoritarian deliberation is coinky-dental."The Mean World … Continue reading Dystopian Fever Dream
Love: Verb or Noun?
"Only where love and need are one,And the work is play for mortal stakes,Is the deed ever really doneFor Heaven and the future's sakes."-Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time "Love is a verb," a cliché truth overused, still rings true - a burglar alarm announcing thieves in a grocery store after the riot. A … Continue reading Love: Verb or Noun?
Mutantis Mutandis
Electroculture overcoded A spiritual Alcatraz, thrown in solitary, locked & loaded,artificial dreams, a clone.Read the unwritten text,the rongorongo of the soul, Nostradamas of the next, turnkey tyranny in a bowl.A guinea pig often forgets: half sterile + half feral + normal distribution mindsets + harmless untruths == peril.In the world, in the Abusement parks, soulless … Continue reading Mutantis Mutandis
Uncle Walt
"To be servile to none, to defer to none, not to any tyrant known or unknown... No fumes, no ennui, no more complaints or scornful criticisms, ...And nothing exterior shall ever take command of me." —Walt Whitman, "A Song of Joys." Leaves of Grass. h/t Daily Stoic.
Wake From Sleep
"If this life assailed by many ills / Is yet more fragile than a bubble in a stream, / How wonderful it is to wake from sleep / And having loosed one's breath, to breath in once again!" —Nararjuna. Suhrlleka.
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