categories

Money, economy – these are human constructs that at any time

we can choose to define differently.

 

 

 

Murder seems to be turning from a predominately

retail to a predominantly wholesale enterprise.

 

 

 

The salient characteristic of humanity

is hate --

for ourselves,

for our others,

for our world,

for reality.

 

 

 

People need accurate information

to make life choices based on

what their choices actually are.

 

 

We did not agree to or

in any sense condone

hateful insurgency.

You hatemonging cults might find

you comprise a very small minority

even of those you designate as “white”.

We know it’s not about color (or “tribes”)

but angry divisiveness.  If you think

you can encourage us to hate each other,

know that if we think you are making us

look bad, we will rise up against you,

prove your insignificance.

 

 

 

All these mea culpas, as if meaningful

-- guilt, shame

bleed out our energy into escapist

pity parties.  To create useful change,

join with imagination.

 

 

 

Ideology no longer necessary --

everybody gets that bare force of

postmodern power.

 

 

 

All that knowledge

lost to flood and flame.

Would we do as well

if we start again?

What within our core

desires to die?

Those who might survive

could leave behind.

 

 

 

It’s not that solving problems is hard.

It’s that it takes focused effort.

But then, doesn’t any goal-oriented task?

 

 

 

Offer benign audience --

people need to be seen and heard.

 

 

 

Caught in dependence on outside validation

Long experience creates realization --

bestowing value, joyful welcome,

is yet another gift of love

from me to me.

 

 

 

“Consider the source,” we say

speaking of people who stupidly choose

to act cruelly.

You are that source, if you embrace evil

mythologies to excuse inexcusable behavior.

 

 

 

I might be neuro-atypical.

For instance, even after all these year,

I don’t get the fictional categories people use

to self-divide.

I have simple criteria --

how you treat me.

I find four kinds of people:

those who treat me well

those who treat me badly

those who do both

that vast majority of folks who do neither --

because they have no idea I exist.

 

 

 

Get angry

Use that energy

but not blindly

Get angry, but also,

get wise.

 

 

 

Raised by fiction --

imprinted on role models from novels --

confusing when real people don’t behave

as expected, respond with bullying sneers

and rage instead of friendship.

Confounded by willful stupidity,

mind’s that find conformity less oppressive

than thought.

I lack time or energy to be concerned with what you do,

to the extent that it does not directly affect (concern) me.

I am too busy with what I do, which seems to involve

words, art, communication, theories, adventurous ideas,

theater of imagination.

 

 

First, do no harm to meaningful self-expression.

This fundamental tenet of my political beliefs,

in light of real world experience,

I may decide to more deeply ponder.

 

 

 

It’s no matter of “belief” --

I realistically fear the climate crisis we

currently experience and the lack of appropriate

adaptation – what I was taught we meant to be

the superpower of humanity.

 

 

 

Quiet   Contemplative  Creative

Figuring out who I am, now

that I’m not who I was.

 

 

 

8/4-9/19