Monday, September 11, 2006

in the spirit of the times

2 Comments:

Blogger John S. Meade said...

Making a point is a curious task. It's actually an operation requiring a high order of Magick. Magick? Science? Hey! look! you live in a studio above a Quantum Garage for a few years and see if those two don't get just a bit blurry.

Now. having just made a point, is it really a point? Have I indeed defined nothing or have I perhaps just positioned a line in such a manner so as to be viewed head-on?

Hmmmm.

How many points does it take to define a chaotic system? or an ordered system? Each of those points will be individual and unique. Like a human. The present human biomass is made up of a finite number of human quanta. That being you and me and you and you and you, etc. But. That. Is. It. Nothing like any of us for tens of billions of miles in any direction. Anybody seen lately how thin and ephemeral the atomsphere surrounding our planet is?
Pond scum is relatively thicker.

Our life is o so balanced on the finest edge. nearly the thickness of a quantum singularity.
It's amazing to me how many people just don't get it.

Look. It's like we all live on a dead end street. But where's the opposite end of that deadend street? and what's there and who's there already? I challenge anybody to go see.

Need to end war? End the need to take revenge.

Need to cure Cancer? Heart Disease? Terminal ailment du jour? Cure greed.

Whoever name us Homo Sapiens wasn't very sapient.

I'm jumping from point to point to prove a point. The opposite of love is fear and the second derivative of fear is despair.

Don't like where you are? Create something new even if that something is your life. And then make adjustments.

Tension. Torque. Release (real ease) You can't take any if you don't make any.

Just keep your lust alive. You'll want it later on.

9/12/2006 8:59 AM

 
Blogger cruelanimal said...

You nicely mix your mediums with your metaphors.

I like this very much. The image is subtle; it complements the poem rather than overwhelms it. But the image also suggests some of the elements found in the poem -- ponds, blood, bodies, and stomachs.

The startling direct address, combined with a litany refrain, drive the poem with both force and immediacy -- especially when seamlessly blended with your integrated rhythms and rhymes.

And, at the risk of being called "morally and intellectually confused," I found your post well timed and well said.

9/12/2006 8:14 PM

 

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