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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

An Evil Eye for a Hound's Tooth

The hound's-tooth pattern: a classic. But I wonder what man's best friend would have to say about it?


A friend? A friend? A friend?,
I seethe,
friends, when they kick me,
in my teeth,
friends, when they stick me,
in a heath;
friends - who fried,
won't lend me beams.
Friends who ride
forbidden streams.
Friends whose carbines,
I have seen;
friends with AK's,
there have been.
Think of all the knots I've seen,
of all the tight spots I've been,
think of all the cots - why, lean,
have you been to Core (Marine)?
The chorus makes the tune go 'round,
it doesn't matter, if it's ground;
some anglerfish,
add the Gulf stream:
if teein's the dish,
then don't you dream?
Hold a few strings,
in your palm,
how's the weather?
Tea, sand, calm?


As for my blue-blooded, tux-sporting, doggone ape of a friend (teeth and all)? Well, he's only happy to share.

Still...

And as for me?
Why am I here?
Idolatry
it is a sphere
When all it asks for is a drop
a row of tables, and a crop
You've shot some guns,
you've seen my rack?
Would you hack tables,
not my back?

I don't give jobs
I've gotten sacked
I've been to mobs
I've crossed, I've tracked.
Would his car rot?
A car it ain't
Three pounds of flax
(now take the taint)
I'll send you acks
(Who said, "a saint"?)
Fingerpointing, yes's he's mean,
dictate some wars? You should have seen
"They must be cleansed! They must be clean!
And now, let's see, where have they been...
What have they done, and are they lean
let's weight this, measure a bean..."
And he goes off, no shoe no cough,
"Was there a script? Perhaps a draft?"
(pondered that, back on the raft)
Those are words I hate, give me malice,
you speak of rabbit holes? Down like Alice.
And in the end, in concentrates,
"A killer gene", some dire straits

"Oh, the killers? Here's a switch,
got the cure, and found the itch
But then who'll battle,
who will burn?
For after all, they all must earn
their absolution, in my eyes"
A pot of crock, a sack of lies.
A man who picks the sword then must
Know when to glisten, when go bust
How did you get here? Did you climb?
Care for some lemon? Bit of lime?
And pardon me, but damn, o clé?
Could not have done it, without the Faye.
I thought the door, open, ajar,
would be enough, but then, agar...
is just a substrate, for mushrooms.
I've got an answer, and it's brooms
which witch rides which?
Is there a care?
Rub my belly
want a hare?

Sunday, July 14, 2013

LM

Have you been hungry, known some pain?
Would you crown love, and let it reign?
Why, would you travel
in their shoes
would you be open, to their boos?
Would, then, the kingdom be regained
From those that fought, and shan't be named?
Lift those who weep, and pray for rest,
those who have withstood heaven's test:
it tries to give the answers first -
the questions, then: it's in reverse.
And what's the harm in breaking fast
when every meal could be your last?
Those on a knife's serrated edge,
who make their bets, and some who hedge,
who'll slice an apple, blinking twice,
who'll live, and seize the day: arise!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

A Barrel Roll

The illusion of the Self's so strong that I
drink water for my health, for heavens vie
"If truly you're a dervish of the Way
then you should write a poem, not idly lay"
The Self has many guises just like this
that guide you 'long the Way if you're amiss
A king whose lonesome wish is to be freed
from his unwelcome crown yelled on his steed:
"To overcome the Self you truly must
have feelings above those of primal lust"
As he went his Way, in the settling dust
a sufi and his bowl, both filled with trust
"Each day of my existence, beg and plead
that others will supply me what I need
mostly I get tender, the least to say
but some who are advanced along the Way
will pleasantly surprise me - 'I'll be gay
to offer you massage', I'll here them say"
And as they're rubbing on his aching feet
In a distant land, there falls some sleet
It falls upon a dog, whose mind's eye sees
A straggler from a distant hive of bees
He dreams about a visit to that land
Where the treated-on sufi plays with sand
The masseuse, having finished with the task
Simply cleans his hands, rising to ask
"Of all these characters, dear Effendi
pray tell, which one am I -- which one is He?"
"I think your faith is strong; your selflessness
is what has brought you to your present mess
although you have no Self, I still must ask
if you would like some wine? I've got a cask.
As for your words.... about divinity,
I think the One you seek, is Trinity"

Lacquer, then lack?

I'll make it plain:
I've walked the path,
I've even slain,
now do the math:
through no actions, of my own:
I'll swear be any god I've known:
I've made it clear:
(is that rose quartz?)
I used to leer;
I had "sores, warts";

Now I steer:
it takes all sorts.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

What's Up with Camels?

There is a saying that goes,
"again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye
of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven"

It has raised some confusion, so a step-by-step guide on how I'd
proceed:
1. Carry the needle
2. Distance yourself from the camel
3. Look through the eye of the needle. The camel goes through the eye of the needle quite easily this way.


Friday, June 28, 2013

Omnivore's Hymn

I've got a bell and genie,
guaranteed,
the genie grants a boon:
perhaps a seed.
At first it is three wishes,
but the first,
I feel like I would like to be immersed,
So I wish the bell was special,
In a way: the zeros would just come,
in the right way.
For each tin of this bell, a rebel yell,
Will set just the right register,
djinn needs hell.
He runs around in circles,
that's his way,
his soul is made of fire,
so some say.
"If only gin and tonic,
could end wars,
wouldn't it be better,
with some fours?"
A hissing and a flame,
they're playing craps;
meanwhile, a distant hunter,
sets some traps.
"If you think it would be better,
rolling dice,
then that would be ok'ish - think of mice.
Not always beneficial, so some say,
but necessary killing? Well, the way
with which you do it: you must ask.
Some animals are game; they're only pleased,
when after all that time, they are released,
Think of a wild boar: what's in a name?
I think your answer would be much the same
As the logic with which I go set my traps,
when you eat a former soul, you'll hear their raps"
Now this is not what he says, or what he thinks,
it's an approximation, and it stinks.
It's difficult to translate,
all those words,
each one is made of nibbles,
or reverse.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Skynet




Friday, November 16, 2012

Vesi of Shorejärvi

All dichotomies are false or inadequate - even (or especially) this one, and the true/false premise it tries to smuggle in. It follows that there is not, and can never be, a satisfactory formal description of What It's All About™. This production deals particularly with the illusion of self/other, or subject/object. Using brainwaves to alter real waves, the distinguishing line between observer and phenomenon is brought under question.


Vesi of Shorejärvi from Valmet Children on Vimeo.
Of the various belief systems (handily shortened to BS by Robert Anton Wilson), discordianism appeals to me in its attempt to pay homage to the ultimate paradox, that which is true, false, neither and both (and much, much more) at the same time. The application of such a world view to everyday life is a different question altogether - how to live in peace in a profoundly chaotic system? Personally, I've found Zen buddhism sufficiently unassuming (there's a strong link to discordianism, which is sometimes referred to as dada-zen). Once it has been established that all belief systems and abstraction frameworks are more or less arbitrary mappings, it becomes more "acceptable", in my mind, to adopt and adapt some such frameworks and memetic structures.  However, a process of self-evaluation should be ongoing to ensure that these frameworks serve a supportive, rather than restrictive, role. Of course, to keep things interesting, even these terms are highly (or perhaps solely?) dependent on context. Said context being up to choice, we're right back where we started (which is not to say that the round-trip's been useless). 
Basically, the way to build a memetic framework is something like:

  1. Choose a basic dichotomy - good/bad, true/false, etc. (or don't)
  2. Choose an axiom based on this dichotomy. You can say that the two things are "different", for example (dualistic world view), or that they are the same (monistic world view), or that they are both, something in between, neither, or anything else you might think of.
  3. Keep going in an effort to "refine" your world view.
Step two is basically a description of what (western) science is about - "to divide, separate", which, when iterated upon, creates systems of categorization, classification, etc. Things are broken down into their properties in an effort to learn about them. This is all well and good, of course, and has yielded amazing results! Trouble emerges when a thought structure becomes self-serving; that is, when actions are motivated by adherence to the structure (a "restrictive" structure), rather than the structure serving as a foundation for further exploration (a "supportive" structure). It's good to keep in mind that this division, naturally enough, is just as arbitrary as any other, and there are infinitely many shades in between, above, below, and all around it. Out of necessity, there is always that elusive "more" to find out - therefore, science (or life) should, in my humble opinion, be viewed not as an effort to capture or even describe, but to familiarize with and pay tribute to, the whole.

Psychic Buzz

Superstring theory holds that all is fundamentally vibratory in nature. The idea of minds as a wavefield is an intriguing one, and the subject of this work.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Jester

A king once had a jester in his court
a man with whom he had a deep rapport
A day came when the king chose to inquire:
"Does your work not make you the biggest liar?"
The jester merely smirked, as was his Way
"My lord, if I have ever lived a day,
I'm dancing on Sirat, the hair-thin bridge
(I guess you all have heard, 'the shoe that fits')
And if it ever happened that I fell
I would see in that good humor's morsel"
Then, with these mirthful words, the court was pleased
They cheered the jester on; the king appeased.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Yggdrasil

There was a sullen scholar, whose book was
a tome that taught there was no gain, nor loss
She knew a maddened dervish: as love's slave
he'd quite forgotten how he should behave
"Since all is truly One, then please explain
how birds sit on a branch?", he yelled, insane
The reply was not swift, but when it came:
"We're each of us a tree: it is the same
as recursion, your stupid, favorite game:
for all these trees are branches, in a tree
this tree contains the world, now do you see?
If you look closer still, then your eye sees
The leaves of every branch: you guessed it, trees!
And that's not all", she said, "there's symmetries
and synchronicities - plenty of these!"
With this, the dervish said: "I understand
now how all creatures of the air and land
can go about their lives, and yet belong
to this great unison, heaven's throng!"

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Ishtar

Pelevin's Generation "P" presents the fundamentals, because it's about the translation of ideas.
In it, the temple of Ishtar is portrayed as a ziggurat, and a guide given for skipping some of those thousand-yard stairs. So let's focus on the landings.
  1. The Palm Tree pose. You may skip this (see the ramps?), but you may also use it to provide your measure. 
  2. The Parliament. Linguistics, surely the most interesting stage. The Concourse of the Birds.
  3. The Coin. This one's the easiest and the most difficult: just take them away from in front of your eyes. 
Once you touch the temple, I'd say you're safe and sound.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Happy New Age

Guess how long it's been driven?
I wrote this regarding a different cycle, but they are isomorphous. One ends, the other begins. This is the nature of all things. I'd like to mitigate some of the fear around the beginning year: "apocalypse" stands for revelation, not end of the world (unless we so choose). It is the end of the world as we know it. 
It is, simply, the end of a Long Count. Think of it as a trip meter.
Happy everything.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Hunter's Thompson

As a gatherer of ideas and a hunter of experience, I really appreciate the motif!

Due credit to the original author, Todd Schorr.

It comes with a little dance. Fire it at a human(oid), and it all goes in a puff of smoke (including the bullet).

Look for the anomaly.

This one's for you, Hunter.