Sunday, December 16, 2018

problematic

problematic


Human institutions like democracy (or monarchy, dictatorship, divine authority),
the marketplace, marriage, and other theories for social harmony, are not
predicated on true values of essential Man.

Even capitalism, lauded as being based on human greed, misses Man’s willful gullibility,
indecent meanness, finding fun in kicking the bleeding cripple further down.
Man, who prefers pleasure to duty, self-absorption to practicality, finding a loophole to
finding a better solution – we must realize people will never become purely virtuous
to fit some expectation.

We need to devise social institutions that fully accept and start from true human
values yet keep us from killing all that lives in our race to species suicide.


12/16/18

Saturday, December 15, 2018

self-reflection

Could Persephone (Aidan) write for me those journey stories?
Just past her 40th birthday
(and Johanna’s 42nd)
All signs point toward a deeper ambition – time
to learn my trade, move beyond ease of
imagination, discipline to create a voice that will be heard.


Creature of philosophy writ large – ever searching
within for all of eternity integral hologram
mapped on my mind.


Government, as any human enterprise,
reflects our true values – merely a structural
idea of how we decide to live among us.


Denial of responsibility to life, to our world
that gives us existence --
what kind of sacred husbandry or even
self-survival are we honoring?


It’s not even white men – just another scapegoat,
you know all those homeless ptsd harassed
ghost-skinned males.  Our human enemy (that
which makes the scapegoat so harmfully persuasive)
is our market-based policy: 
divide and conquer to win.




This very moment
muddled words of imagery vie for mind, memory,
clarity of vision
but is that poetry?

12/9-10/18

Friday, December 7, 2018

#wordshavemeanings

#wordshavemeanings
 
 
 
Is there a word for
the beauty of well-wrought pain?
 
 
 
I'd rather wander a beautiful field under magnificent stars hearing soft strains of magical music, wondering
 
 
No lives matter.
After climapocalypse
waters rise, levies break,
outside humanity’s zone of comfort, bearability.
Note our coalmine canaries,
so many suicides,
leap to desire to sleep forever.
Why not coalesce into intelligent survivors?
Where is our memetic uniting
against the common enemy
we must accept is us?
Breast-beating hominid --
better dead than allowing
truth’s challenge to power.
 
 
 
Learn to dismiss this misshapen world,
caught up in your beautiful vision,
entangled in grace.
 
 
year of ice and fire ...
 
 

12/4-6/18