tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43897592004796797192024-02-20T11:04:51.029-06:00A man said to the universe.../*pedantic rantings, or: a mind with a bad clutch and stripped gears*/j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-17422841014776769862014-12-31T16:33:00.000-06:002014-12-31T16:33:54.393-06:00/hōp/I get tired of hope; <br />
Smile: clenching my lips split, <br />
Chapped cynicism drips. <br />
A lemon squeezed — face screws against reality, <br />
Obdurate, turning bitter. <br />
Rice jar of positive intention molders sooner than the next. <br />
<br />
Do you have enough energy to make hope real? <br />
My back broke heaving the thick clay out of the river to keep my flow, <br />
But on the bank it runs back down in the rain. <br />
<br />
"But what shall I do?" <br />
Pleading, I ask the deaf beyond. <br />
And you may ask, "To which "beyond" I address?" <br />
This one, with few eyes — a vestige of a once fervent platform.<br />
The nothing that is my own silent speaking. <br />
<br />
And with these thoughts in the dusty corner of forget, I hope to forge something that may endure beyond my waste. A straggly sentence without the pretense of enjambment and too forward for polite company; an aside screaming my intent — too "on the nose" and badly written. j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-51237628635635895122012-08-02T14:13:00.000-05:002012-08-02T14:14:10.826-05:0028 September 2011This morning, in the rain, your death pulled my sinus dry though no tears to shed as a slow mourning dries the emotion of loss - evaporating - it just crumbles... dust to collect against the empty memories left unswept. My most detailed memory of you is when I was six; a background to times deemed banal. You have diminished like your mind wrung dry, a prelude to my inevitable demise. But isn't it always about the self - truly detached from an earlier generation the unmoored roots of aging.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-80196344325818287492011-11-05T01:25:00.003-05:002011-11-05T01:30:00.410-05:00An evening with MMW<p>Maneuvers of the present moment A thought to cannibalize the containment of rapt being Her hand soft over the weeks stubble Turquoise growing black Flowers wrapping What did you say inquisitive eyes?</p>j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-80358099248027992672011-09-03T11:42:00.002-05:002011-09-03T11:44:57.774-05:00CrowI heard a crow in the late summer coolness
<br />A dry resonance under the thick clouds
<br />A dim reminder of the heat we wore thick for too long
<br />A dim day which follows an evening whose taste bitters on the tongue
<br />What is it that I hope for wringing my hands raw?
<br />j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-77188123212412283202011-09-03T11:37:00.002-05:002011-09-03T11:41:22.948-05:00Optimization is always short sightedTelevisions overlap in disparate discourse
<br />"What is the point of this projected purpose?"
<br />The evening light fading as the humidity slackens a rope not yet let loose
<br />We crouch inside from the heat or is it the mosquitoes laying siege to our indefensible positions Clouds mill in the sky
<br />They say it shall rain this evening on the heels of pressure from the arid south
<br />j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-14200764851517879072011-09-03T11:32:00.001-05:002011-09-03T11:36:24.250-05:00MorningThe day blossoms out
<br />And into the hazy twilight
<br />The sky drops its modesty
<br />At the sun's inviting gaze
<br />The unblemished skin flowing out
<br />Of night's dark veil
<br />j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-23428436413463886772011-06-11T12:57:00.003-05:002011-06-11T13:04:57.880-05:00Storm (06.08.2011)The storm finally rolled in after days of heat.<br />"Its been building <span style="font-size:100%;">for a while now", the old work man says with a squint. <br />- one system to replace another.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword"><br />Carpal</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword">tunneled desires digging in our rank soil<br />- you can find anything you desire with a click<br />"At least the power didn't go out - last time I nearly fried my motherboard<br />and missed out the evening's trending topics." <br />The heat, seething desire, finally broke open.<br />- a storm of intensity shaking frustration loose like a stiff rag<br />- that desire to get out and connect like a cheap clique drives my slowly mined focus<br />and lost<br />the digging begins.<br /></span></span></span>j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-16486449872085411472011-06-11T12:28:00.004-05:002011-06-11T12:54:51.944-05:00The beach [an homage to Pound's Lygdamus] (06.08.2011)We all saw you, Lygdamus,<br />eying the plebeians, regardless of age,<br />from your smug expression atop the life guard seat,<br />neglecting your duties,<br />oblivious to those thrashing bodies becoming stiff with panic.<br /><br />I, too, must confess:<br />my gaze did waver<br />over the ample busts of Venus' daughters<br />in two tone bikinis and stomachs<br />Praxiteles spent a lifetime attempting to chisel.<br /><br />Though Polemarchus was unimpressed<br />after all he said:<br />"It is the hidden allure which pulls me",<br />as he proceeded to wade into the bitter lake with his sandals and heavy formal toga.<br /><br />Though not at gymnasium, I nonetheless found myself shirtless<br />with Apollo's envy darkening my skin<br />- though the foul balm kept it<br />from becoming the color of contempt.<br /><br />Lygdamus, who are you to give us the evil eye, as our desires were left covered over in privacy? Though that placid red head, with skin to make any marble cutter weep, which had made herself a sandy couch, tiny lyres up to her ears, was indeed unescorted, but we felt she may have been enjoying her singular solitude among the chaos rivaling the agora.<br /><br />Because even you, Lygdamus, must agree, no matter what might have transpired, we would have left at some point with desires unfulfilled. We just decided to enjoy the catchable discus and our own company - an isolated coterie among others, just enjoying the heat from Hades' door left open by Persephone's hurried departure.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-47042872302539828202011-06-11T12:16:00.002-05:002015-01-18T11:42:22.450-06:00Equinox (06.07.2011)Thus, summer is coming to make up <div>as it seems for the late spring;</div><div>waves of cold dissipate into naked heat:<br><br>The expectations laid at your feet,<br>bright, warm Equinox, so fully and jealously wrestled us from your equally envious twin!<br><br>As all moments, unwrapped<br>complacency turns your balmy flesh bitter. </div><div>Should expectations be personified? </div><div>That fickle flirt.<br><br>Anticipation with no meaningful end;<br>a drunken lap dance, unfulfilled on both accounts: too sated on one extreme and at the threshold of arousal on the other - not that a complete transaction would somehow be satisfactory, as it would merely displace desire - filling up one hole to expose another.</div>j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-7676028044849424892011-06-11T12:12:00.003-05:002011-11-09T15:00:39.034-06:00Morning (06.06.2011)Golden morning eye<br />Peeking around trees slithering by<br />Iridescent clouds scaling the bright blue skyj_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-70503391012507160712011-06-11T12:09:00.003-05:002011-06-11T12:12:39.763-05:00Echoing statesThe states we ride<br />The roles we play<br />Which mode we inhabit<br />The intensities we loose thought over<br />The action that still hangs echoing in the mindj_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-45575399710768074532011-06-11T12:03:00.003-05:002011-06-12T22:24:13.491-05:00ConstraintsThe constraint of becoming which both limits and encourages our transition from this banal state of awareness and predicates the next awareness threshold which is the liminal set that maps itself over the emergent phenomena of moment - the gazes we lay at the alter of pure oblivion - desire running like a vein across the social granite - the root finding its shoot through that dense core...j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-1034017245525496392011-06-11T11:50:00.003-05:002015-01-18T11:43:35.684-06:00LivesTragic: the lives we pull behind, limp like logs.<br>Bleary-eyed: the beer eases a tight tongue.<br>Relax - into substance like a rolling tumult;<br>a groove cut across our lives.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-43768716802416579052011-05-05T14:55:00.002-05:002011-05-05T15:26:22.479-05:00Always out on the corner - this partially self-imposed/ learned behavior<br />Surrounded by deafening clamor - the silence of being alone <br />... but to learn to encompass this silence or at least to wrap it round like a warm blanket, settling the chill... this too is a medium for creation - riding the fervor, but only as observer<br /><br />But then I saw this world everywhere, opened up across the tree line; moments disjoint and out of the haze figures of struggled lives clumsily coalescing into brief conflagrations. The period uniforms seriously worn though too unworn to suspend belief. Crowds garthered at the flagged rope... and then I pin brief faces as strategic cities on the crowded map: the thin faced, delicate cheek-boned, Chanel knockoffs, shoulder-length black hair, porcelain skin and loop pierced lip - punk chic; or the Northface fleece, camera, Lowe Alpine bag, and a prominate nose which elegantly flows from the brow, and dirty blond hair with a placid mouth; or the red brunette in the flannel dress, lips brilliant red. <br />- always on the lookout for that silent node to heap all my unrequited expectations<br /><br />... the smile that follows in a held moment as he leaves the table for two. Her eyes then find elsewhere to focus as the moment fades with her smile.<br /><br />... and then there are always those which you have engaged but only remember you in a given context...j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-16847125603121273202011-04-11T00:03:00.004-05:002015-06-25T22:16:45.315-05:00Re: ReligionAre not all religions based on some specific means by which the human species regulate and control themselves - to "<span style="font-style: italic;">pull oneself up by the bootstraps</span>"? And it becomes a barrier to seeing the world as dumb emergence<span style="font-style: italic;"> (dumb here should be understood as appealing to its unconscious randomness)</span>. But it should be noted that "religion" once worked at the level of society <span style="font-style: italic;">(the king as instantiated god-head)</span> and later <span style="font-style: italic;">(though necessarily coexisting such as Neanderthal and Homo Sapiens)</span> at the individuated subject <span style="font-style: italic;">(one's personal struggle, or one's salvation)</span>. <div><br></div><div>If the emergence of a technology of control evolves coextensively with societal evolution <span style="font-style: italic;">(the collective becoming-human)</span>, then there exists some moment <span style="font-style: italic;">(y)</span> that is contingent on some moment <span style="font-style: italic;">(x)</span> where f<span style="font-style: italic;">(x) </span>is defined as a partial mapping from (x) to (y)<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">B</span> is a set that contains <span style="font-style: italic;">(y)</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">f(x)</span> is the smallest possible union of the set <span style="font-style: italic;">A</span> and the set <span style="font-style: italic;">B. B </span>containing a bijection of what could be objectively reasoned as an alpha group structure vs a collective non-hierachical structure.<div><br></div><div> Despite that religion is defined here as some "<span style="font-style: italic;">control mechanism</span>" does not imply that "<span style="font-style: italic;">religion</span>", which is the <span style="font-style: italic;">techne</span> of "<span style="font-style: italic;">god</span>", is necessarily negative. Since, is not food or treats a means by which we control dogs; and that control we assert produced an animal which is well tempered for a variety of human uses? Instead, it opens up the larger set of possible roles for the expression of being-human - explicitly, religions are both potentially positive and negative forces; the set of positive forces <span style="font-style: italic;">(P)</span> is equinumerous to <span style="font-style: italic;">(Q)</span> as <span style="font-style: italic;">(Q)</span> is <span style="font-style: italic;">~(P)</span> assuming symmetry between positive and negative forces so that for every potential force <span style="font-style: italic;">(r)</span> there is an inverse of <span style="font-style: italic;">(r)</span> which is <span style="font-style: italic;">(s)</span> where <span style="font-style: italic;">t(r,s) = 0</span> since <span style="font-style: italic;">t = (r+ s)</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">s = -(r)</span>. Though a specific culture may be more predisposed to certain tendencies, it does not necessarily follow that there is only one "<span style="font-style: italic;">pure</span>" dominate strategy for the application or production of a religion. Anecdotally, it seems more likely that monotheism has this tendency to extreme violence and other virulent methods of cultural control and production. This does not imply that a "<span style="font-style: italic;">pantheistic monotheism</span>" like Hinduism is thereby better - i.e. the cast system and religious violence that the government is partially tacit in "tolerating". It is important to explicate that "<span style="font-style: italic;">religion</span>" seems to have consistent structures <span style="font-style: italic;">(note that consistency merely indicates there is at least some limited form of comparable, abstracted, or higher-level interpretation that can coherently be mapped onto each religion's domain of meaning)</span>. Take the rise of "<span style="font-style: italic;">monotheism</span>"; it was contingent on the "need" to transcend the jaded and increasingly diluted pantheism of Hellenism <span style="font-style: italic;">(possibly due to the over acceptance of "foreign" gods and the rising awareness of the logically weak explanation of natural forces as produced by a multitude of vagrant gods)</span>. This may not be a strong root to tie the randomness of its acceptance by Rome as a state religion, but there must have been some, if not a legion, of reasons Hellenistic pantheism stopped being fertile soil for the continued production of culture, and specifically, a <span style="font-style: italic;">techne</span> of being religious <span style="font-style: italic;">(defined as a rubric for the structuring and thereby the understanding of the world)</span>. Monotheism is just the next logical step in a series of potential understandings of the world and ourselves - in this case, as an individual intimately connected to a single transcendence - a single authority for the production of culture. And it must be noted, the ascendance of monotheism was a long time coming <span style="font-style: italic;">(now think how long various earlier forms must have endured)</span>; the moment where monotheism becomes the dominate religion <span style="font-style: italic;">(and/or world-view) </span>was when it had reached some critical mass within a given culture and this tertiary <span style="font-style: italic;">(where primary is defined as the set of all coherent practices at a given time, and secondary, the set of dominate practices)</span> culture was subsequently appropriated. The moment when the members of the union of the set of dominate practices <span style="font-style: italic;">(A)</span> is greater than the disjoint of <span style="font-style: italic;">(A, B)</span>, defined as <span style="font-style: italic;">g(A n B) = Y</span>, where the set <span style="font-style: italic;">(B)</span> is the coherent set of minor practices <span style="font-style: italic;">(coherent, meaning logically falling within a domain of practices which are produced by a significantly large enough collective of people who would consider these practices to be part of the same domain, and since this criterion is contingent on the subject's heterophenomenological perspective there is some margin of error; however, the precision of which may be generally unattainable or inherently unstable)</span>. This union, defined as <span style="font-style: italic;">h(A,B) = {A U B} = Z</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">(Z)</span> is then a subset of <span style="font-style: italic;">(A)</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">j(Z, B)</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">{Z n B} = W</span>, is defined as the practices in <span style="font-style: italic;">(B)</span> heretical to the practices in <span style="font-style: italic;">(Z)</span>; thereby, <span style="font-style: italic;">(B)</span> either becomes a proper subset of <span style="font-style: italic;">(Z)</span> so that <span style="font-style: italic;">(B)</span> is fully contained in <span style="font-style: italic;">(Z)</span> or <span style="font-style: italic;">(B)</span> becomes a threat to the cohesion or stability of the dominate practices <span style="font-style: italic;">(A)</span>. A dominate culture comprised of coherent practices are defined as being stably propagated through multiple generations <span style="font-style: italic;">(i.e. the Catholic efficiency and bureaucracy of the late Roman state and the Catholic control of the dogma through which they lend authorship - the Bible is not a stable text, the pages may stay the same - the content the same but the concepts produced and followed is continually constructed by the church, whether a specific pastor's "reading" or the "party-line")</span>.</div></div>j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-83064830854216817132011-04-09T09:09:00.003-05:002011-04-09T09:20:00.498-05:00Need another note bookGleaming<br />Trite tirade<br />Glistens<br />Gossamer beads of insight<br />String distant sprouts<br />Of meaning<br /><br />And like the breaking sun<br />Sober clouds of afterthought<br />On winds of cold reason<br />Spread<br />A broad chasm<br />Between what was once<br />One congruent continent of meaningj_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-78176576181561627212011-04-09T09:01:00.005-05:002011-05-25T00:49:57.717-05:00Puppy dreamsSam twitches in a full on run.<br />Is he alone or part of a dream pack?<br />What is his place in the pack?<br /><br />Paws still look big for his young legs<br />Pads still delicate but becoming coarse with life<br />He awakes to curl into a ball and begins soringj_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-4709993425574091402011-04-09T08:47:00.002-05:002011-04-09T09:01:43.984-05:00EveningCrimson gold<br />Tendrils of purple<br /><br />Seething slowness<br />Of the setting sun<br /><br />Dark eastern sky<br />Coating the milky blue western haze<br /><br />And in a moment<br /><br />Night raps<br />Smothering hues<br /><br />Trees become black roots<br />Absorbing the dimming light<br /><br />Lights turn on as eyes on the back of the strip mall<br />White block and red eyelashes<br />The red metal egress door gapes<br />As the world turns facial<br />And my book becomes the worldj_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-13259922672551507762011-04-09T08:41:00.004-05:002011-04-09T09:24:14.684-05:00Riffing on cheap, diluted "insight" - Tangled thoughts on the first early spring, warm dayPure intensity zones<br />The world that lasts alone<br />Serenity which has lost its home<br /><br />Empty like twilight<br />Trees black against blue star light<br />Cerulean dreams punctuated by cloud night<br /><br />Despite what it seems<br />It is never what it means<br /><br />This semiotic machine<br />Hole from whence we lost<br /><br />This liar of hope to transpire<br />Into a world to inspire<br />That insatiable desire - to transcend<br />This semiotic mire<br /><br />This intensity plateau<br />We cannot know<br /><br />From whence we come<br />Nor the hope we come home<br />To the god in heaven<br />Or the satan to end him<br /><br />"Won't you come with me?"<br /><br />Lost in a story<br />Of that which bore me<br />Into this skin and pain<br /><br />Which sprouted the growth<br />Of that never ending hope<br />Of empty void<br />Of ending in suns<br />Of becoming undone<br />The set of all ascending<br /><br />Pure intensity zones<br />That lurking fire<br />Of angelic desire<br />That semiotic machine<br />Put between you and me<br /><br />I had to clean that table because it was too dirty to use. The places you use, while being used, are cleaner than the rest of the table which is covered by: Beer Beer Beer Dust Dust Dust Beer Beer Beer, a message we all intimate.<br /><br />Pure intensity zone<br />Transcendent meme<br />Without a message to intervene<br />Between the oneness of being<br />Pure intensity<br /><br />Pretty soon our conversations will be indexed by the footnotes we use, and, projected onto our irises, displays of the comments and quotes we choose to transcribe our desires. We will be fully subsumed by the semiotic machine (which we mutually produce), the entering of a singular machine or a production of a stable universe that melds two worlds at the seam where they become pure energy. Stability is a return to the void - to become the seed for the next expansion which will occur at some minimum point of instability. We end this by creation.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-76361949364706820632011-03-28T12:26:00.001-05:002011-03-28T12:27:17.414-05:00Life is about finding that seam, that edge to spend a life honing, working it smooth.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-8086463647428544182011-03-28T12:09:00.005-05:002011-03-28T12:26:24.709-05:00Incantation under a bland tiradeWhat subsumes you<br />That drive that consumes you<br />The urge that pulls you through<br />Caverns of intensity<br /><br />The dislinking of continuous moment:<br />"Take an experience; find that intense moment and set its magnitude of intensity equinumerous the natural numbers. Isn't this what we have done with the refinement of input flows. We have purified instant consumptive gratification (this includes 'Media', mind you); it is not exactly like refined chemical euphoria, but it sure keeps us digging."j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-3360768477226820212011-03-12T10:49:00.002-06:002011-03-12T10:55:38.121-06:00Pent-up CollarsWe evacuate like a small mob wandering through the cool streets - hands in pockets - dividing the moment among our pent-up collars.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-18620865839884846062011-03-12T10:40:00.004-06:002011-04-09T09:25:56.451-05:00AliensIt is more likely that aliens are future projections of ourselves than intelligent beings from another planet. This is not to imply that there are not intelligent forms elsewhere but only to say that the distances and physics make projections of ourselves <span style="font-style: italic;">as likely</span> - so it follows that we were never nor will ever be visited. Really, what other species would fuck around with other lifeforms just for amusement? Or could it be something more psychologically mundane, a touchy relative perhaps?j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-42200431801211304682011-03-12T10:37:00.002-06:002011-03-12T10:40:14.882-06:00Always already contingentEverything is always already contingent. A "soft" predestination, if you will. Each decision pushes itself into the next. The predicate always influences the next proposition - "choice inertia". There is always give and take between our decisions and the stream we forge.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4389759200479679719.post-43936428331758656362011-03-12T10:30:00.003-06:002011-03-12T10:36:12.830-06:00Obscuration; Codex De DeiHow these everyday obscurations answer all necessary questions!<br />It is the dumb mute that spits tense litanies of insight into our wax ridden ears.j_d.r_http://www.blogger.com/profile/05654970141086127722noreply@blogger.com0