soft voices+links

 It's so sad

All you have

is a characteristic so widely shared

by so many who do it

better than you.

 

 

 

This human world, so much

more difficult than needs

because so many of us

must deceive, cause conflict,

torture, war,

thieve with lies and vile violence

-- not natural law.

 

 

 

 

What if after these horrid events we had

a response in waiting for trauma group therapy

including those who are concerned

in the community and the police?

 

 

12/26-27/20

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https://mewe.com/myworld

https://pluspora.com/stream

https://www.astro.com/horoscope

https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/

http://tenskwatawah.blogspot.com/

https://chyfrin.wordpress.com/

https://thepeacefulpub.com/

https://www.astrograph.com/horoscopes.php

https://www.zodiacpoetryastrology.com/

https://web.archive.org/web/20091027074219/http://geocities.com/Athens/Parthenon/8401/

https://om2317.wordpress.com/

https://www.blogger.com/blog/posts/1842815848147150649?pli=1

https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/

My Back Pages – a collection of links to my work online:

http://dreamsjourneys.blogspot.com/2013/03/dreams-and-other-journeys-by-laurie.html

a collection of poetry, short stories and thots from my late teens through my early 50s

 

https://web.archive.org/web/20010502215135/http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Parthenon/8401/

my geocities page (from last century — links mostly obsolete)

 

http://www.lulu.com/shop/laurie-corzett/words-from-the-sky/ebook/product-18613483.html

Philosophic and inspirational poetry and poetic prose. Notes from an ongoing journey of transformation, using language to capture visionary imagery. Complex, metaphysical, reflective — pieces embroidered in faery dust, others engraved in lead that alchemically turns to gold. Words from the Sky God, Uranus, progenitor of us all and grand inspirer through the chaos of change.

 

http://emergingvisions.blogspot.com/

emerging visions

MOVING FROM THE VISIONARY’S IMAGINATION INTO VIEW THAT ALL OF US MAY LEARN TO SEE FURTHER

an online ‘zine displaying various visual and written visionary art connected into a derivative artistic statement. It is free for anyone who wants to view it

https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t1215

Root of Desire

working with a gaggle of characters in conversations, back stories and poems from their perspectives.

https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/2020/02/21/root-of-desire-in-progress/

 

https://venusianair.blogspot.com/

Venusian Air

partial compilation

 

https://om2317.wordpress.com/

poetry

https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/

chapbooks, cycles, montage pieces

and myths personal and reimagined

https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/evening-dionysian/

working title: [evening dionysian] – performance of imagination:

Dancers dance

musicians play

Enchanting sylph narrates stories

while seductively moving to sinuous

back beat, tick of chimes.

Occasionally emphasizes subtle percussions

with intense expressions, leaps, cunning

stumbles, falling to crawl into spellbound speech.

Scheherazade myths, archetypal passion

escapades, poignant weeps, salient shouts

to power. Exquisite meditations on mystic

climes, spirit and form. Merry masks,

sparkly costumes, paint and glitter as

embellishment to the tellings.

Theater as intimate ritual.

Anything could manifest.

 

https://lunaramble.blogspot.com/

lunar rambles, random acts of sharing

and works in progress

https://yprophecies.wordpress.com/

seasonal writing and other journeys

https://yearprophecies.blogspot.com/

blogbbook word opera

https://postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/

the night’s pages precurser and random thots

 

https://nightspages.blogspot.com/

night’s pages

{patchwork narrative} a flash fiction serial following the story of a child vampire, the eternal child monster working out that existence.

Something Sacred online

experimental metafiction scif fi fantasy

http://caelastory.blogspot.com/?zx=c0685d9c70ddcc67

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http://libramoon.deviantart.com/

https://yprophecies.wordpress.com/2017/03/

http://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2582

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/postapocalypse13

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/libramoon2

stop surrendering to false narratives

 I don't go to social media for truth --

I go for people.

s

 

People aren't sheep.  We're pack animals

who bully each other into submission.

s

 

When I think of you

I feel sad about

how you waste your life

on paranoid gossip.

 

s

 

 government is not meant to do everything

for everyone but rather to be a legal structure

within which to organize those projects

that nation takes on -- government is

sometimes seen as the responsible

institution when private people refuse to do

what is needed for the general welfare

 

s

 

 

The fallacy of capital punishment

as a necessary evil: The evil is in the execution

(both literal and metaphorically).

The “law” to kill becomes the trump over any

pretense of justice. If we were to stipulate that

a death penalty has its place to remove from society

those we deem too dangerous to live, that would

presuppose a system whereby only those clearly guilty

of violence and deemed still dangerous would be executed.

Instead, we have a system in which the fact of

sentencing is the rationale for the state to murder.

Yet, how much sense does it make, even for the

stipulated rationale, to coldly, deliberately, with

much forethought and notice, murder people

who are clearly caught, incarcerated, and removed

from violent impact on the rest of us?

The death penalty is not about justice,

or fear of violence, or even ultimately revenge.

It is about a culture that worships

death and human sacrifice.

s

There is a strong difference between believing that

one has the right to defend oneself and others from

obvious attack and believing we have a combined

social right to condemn prisoners, incarcerated

outside of the social milieu.

s

 

No use to blame the past --

engage with what it's made

and find joy, peace in this present.

s

 

Winter inspires,

minds on fire

to warm, to urge onward

 

s

de-gun police

 

s

12/14-21/20

musings, reflections, creative response on depression

 musings, reflections, creative response on depression

May 13, 2006

challenge to depression

It's not my fault.

It's not my responsibility.

It's the world I live in.

I need to find a way to live in it comfortably.

Not the world "we" live in; the world "I" live in. We each have our own. It is the ecostructure which informs our programming.

It is not my fault: I did not create this world. I was born into it. It is the given to which I respond.

It is not my responsibility: It follows its own rules, not mine. I have no way to control, but can only interact. I have my own responsibility, which is to learn to develop and use my own resources, to take care of myself, to perform the roles that are mine, which will expand this world to include my own self-definitions.

To find ways in which to live comfortably in my world, even if they may (or may not) include a great deal of discomfort, is about finding the ways to express my true essence in joy and grace. It is pure waste to syphon off my energy into self-blame, self-excoriation, self-punishment. By focussing that energy into living comfortably in my world, I am allowing myself to emerge and expand and energize into ideas and actions that fulfill both me and those affected by the ripples.

 

 

I am talking about challenging depression, which to a large extent seems to be based on feelings of guilt and inadequacy.

My world is the world that I was born and continue to evolve from, the given background of everything/everyone/everymoment that affects and effects the way I come to understand who I am by contrast and comparison. It is the world of the social culture, the emotional relationships, the physical environment, the airwaves and lightwaves, the nutritional components of the foods I have learned to take in, the mass media and the personal conversations, the rules of conduct both written and unwritten, the pressures and erosions and movements that have formed my underlying assumptions and the structures in which they are housed.

What I am suggesting here in my challenge is exactly what you speak of as magick -- letting go of the old illusory order and recreating the self to encourage new metaprogramming which will be both freeing and expanding in a self-chosen direction.

If you do not like the space in which you dwell and move out or change it/your perspective of it, you first must understand that this is a space which you can leave or change, and where it is that you would better go/what changes you would better devise. What is the "symptom" and what the "problem"? I am saying the symptom is simply a misunderstanding of the placement of image and background; the problem is the denigration of the self.

We can not move out of the all pervasive background. We cannot control it. We can interact with it to create a better fit all the way around.

 

It (that is not your responsibility) is the world of everything that exists before, ahead, around you that has helped to create your mindset, your basic and consequent programming, your take on who you are and your place in that world. It is NOT your responsibility (my responsibility). It is not my fault. It IS my world. My responsibility, my need, in order to be the person who is ME, who fulfills my roles for the good of my life and ultimately the lives I affect, is to find ways to live in my world more comfortably. No contradiction. No victimization, rather a breaking away from victimization. The world is not fate to be mine -- it is the background for which I am the image.

 

I feel I am not communicating. Let me try from another entry point.

Have you ever been seriously depressed? I don't mean tragically unhappy, but that irrational paralysis that keeps you from being able to bear the thought of doing, being, continuing.

What is that thoughtstream, that blaring punishment just behind your eyes? What is that voice saying?

"You're fat! You're lazy! Stupid! Incompetent! Selfish! Nobody likes you! You're not worth dirt! You are committing the greatest possible sin just by existing. The world would be better off without you; and you would be better off without the world."

That is the world I am talking about. The world that gave you these ideas in the first place. That world in which you fit only most uncomfortably. Yet, it is the only world you know. It is the world that formed your knowledge, your permitted ways of knowing. It is all the rules and structure that have given form to your life. It is that harsh word from a stranger that you didn't understand, and how mom made you feel and dad had scared you, and the sly look as a schoolmate whispers into another's ear, a look aimed at you. Or, hell, it could be hell. It could be the people dropping dead around you, and what could you possibly do to make up for surviving. It could be a sacred promise you made to a dying friend that could never be fulfilled. It could be rape; it could be terrifying violence. But you got it wrong. You blamed yourself. And the reasons you got it wrong go back to that world, not to you.

(c) Laurie Corzett (libramoon)

Evolutionary Neuropsychology of Depression

Based on recent reading about mouse stress experiments and their

conclusions about effects of different kinds of stressors on

genetically different mice in regard to their

neurochemistry/physiology, I am starting to have a thot-train that

there could be an evolutionary use for the symptoms of depression

based on beings being in situations in which they are highly

stressed over long periods because of predators or other dangers

against which fighting or fleeing would be bad strategy.  In these

circumstances, the creature might be best served by a strategy of

laying low and being unobserved.  However, this strategy would mean

vast dampening of behavior, of regular life-maintaining activity,

and perhaps intense emotional pressures as well.  In order to

accommodate this needed change in lifestyle, the neurosystem might

develop a means to dampen desire, increase lethargy, generally

depress the physio-emotional system to facilitate.  Thus, the

creature might remain in this not quite paralyzed with fear, but

certainly slowed and yet in some sense heightened in awareness state

for quite some time.  Perhaps, though, eventually, there would be a

change in circumstances.  It would be necessary for the creature to

suddenly reengage with life and life-sustaining activities.  This

could be activated by intense, vigorous movement, maybe rhythmic

movement to rebalance, which would signal the neurosystem to replace

dead or inactive neurons and use the plasticity of the newly growing

cells to inculcate different behaviors, more suited to the new

circumstance, which could well include a need to immediately take on

the challenges of a new environment.

out of bounds

as we see victimhood encouraged,

applauded, by a growing trend to eschew responsibility

and social conscience in favor of identity baiting

and bad faith we devolve from self-creating people

to lackluster whiners

 

 

This is not reasoned understanding.

This is not thinking for yourself.

This is just someone else's words,

letting strangers with agendas think for you.

 

 

How could we have been bamboozled

to believe that some cynical political

faction's advertised values

are the recognized standard

nationally extolled?

 

 

Stop wasting time insulting each other.

Instead, look for where we can find

common ground.

 

 

See them as they are -- badly damaged

weaklings affecting violence.

Compassion may aid your well-being

with useful awareness of reality.

 

 

This soundbite zeitgeist,

worse than feared,

reflects a world ever more weird.

 

 

212/4-10/20

into transition

 the thing with "defund the police" is that

it is a good rallying cry and practical place

to begin debate if people of good will and a

desire to understand rather than people

looking to fight and hate as their general

attitude were what we had to work with

 

 

 

 

when did public safety measures

become a rallying cry against responsibility

and when did lack of responsibility

become our definition of freedom?

 

 

 

vote and otherwise get involved

in local politics, school boards, learn who has

that power and who you can work with,

find others doing this work and see

how you can help, listen and be heard

 

 

 

 

crises are times of opportunity

 -- you "free market" proponents,

why are you not out making financial hay

from all the products, services, entertainments,

etc. now made necessary or desirable by our

current remarkable situation?

people who assure us of the benefits of

capitalism and seem to be too lazy or

stupid to take advantage of all the

new economic opportunities offered

by having a new kind of situation

in which much of our old ways of doing things

are hampered, but rather just loudly and

longly complain about "the economy"

 

 

 

 

politicians, or rather elected officeholders

are meant to work for us to help provide

the structures within which we can more

easily live our lives within a diverse society

we seem, though, to be too lazy to

act as responsible employers

 

 

 

 

And yet what didn't kill Nietzsche

destroyed him.

 

 

 

 

Good ought not be judged

on lack of perfection.

At our best, we are so complex.

A good person may be guided

by their tendency toward kindness,

compassion, down to Earth practicality,

positive energy, meditation and reason

 

 

 

Why are we always expecting,

demanding, railing against

the Government to save us,

to channel our distrust?

We need our sacrificial goat,

our national projection

to vilify, to worship, to focus

on as distraction from unbearable

pain, from what no one can control.

No one redeems us.

No one defines us, our extremes

of evil, of irony.

Who is this "we" put forth as

plurality, as mob mentality

or wisdom of the crowd?

I remember, tinged, tinted by

personal dramas, life-draining

traumas, backdrop popular songs

and memes.

What there is and how it seems,

all our grievances and dreams.

 

 

 

As a long-time lover of jazz

(the music that most speaks to me),

many of the people I most

appreciate and admire are Black --

but that is not the way my mind

categorizes them.

They are part of a much more important

human subgroup (the one I aspire to

be part of) -- Artists.

(for me at least) art transcends politics

and mundane life (even while

elevating them).

 

 

 

It's not some amorphous, untouchable

power over which we have no sway.

As Pogo said:  "We have met the enemy,

and he is us."

 

 

 

It's not about gratitude, but

appreciation -- seeing and honoring

the value in the gift and giver.

 

 

 

11/17-12/3/20

some thinking about education

 it all comes back to education -- did you learn to think, carefully, critically, and to know how to locate reputable resources for information?

how about we do us all a tremendous favor and promote critical thinking and promote critical thinking and promote critical thinking and then promote civic education

The real education reform needs to start at pre-K -- developing milieus for developing minds to help children access their world's knowledge while engaging them in social skill building activities.

Once kids have learned how to learn and find/use resources, college as we know it becomes irrelevant.  Rather, we could develop an industry of mentors who help others find and organize appropriate curricula for their goals.

he best policy effort for all of our futures would be compassionate emotional education from pre-K all the way through schooling.  People need to be taught to dialog, and too much "education" is about keeping still and being led by experts/authorities.

We could get serious as a society about citizen education rather than concentrating on core curricula based on perceived economic utility.

Reading histories from a variety of perspectives, discussion that emphasizes critical thinking, deconstruction of current events, cooperative projects, field trips to courts and legislative sessions and public meetings, all with an attitude of we are all citizens together with the power to effect better governance.

where are our education facilitators, creating easy instructions, mentoring and resource guidance for a reasonable fee to help less self-directed or informed students get their education from free sources?

shake it off

  

it’s well past time for our legislators to stop worrying about costs in dollars rather than costs in lives and resources

after all, the money is a cultural fiction only made real by the “full faith and credit” of the nation that creates it

 

 

 

it wasn't the Progressive messages that worried voters, it was the Trumpublican lies  -- we need these policies to have the benefit of truthtellers who speak clearly, loudly, persistently

 

 

 

 

I am sooo sick of people refusing to think for themselves under the rubric of thinking for yourself – freely enjoy the conspiracy theories your mind makes up for your entertainment to pick apart looking for possibilities of truth; please, do not give over your life and mind to others’ imaginary worlds (or words)

 

 

 

 

how about instead of labeling (maybe to feel superior, or to tell yourself they're broken, there's nothing you can do) we really see each other and our needs?  If people didn't feel the need to be always defending against the prejudices of others maybe we would be much more mentally well.

 

 

 

I assume unless someone you know

gets dreadfully ill or dies, others'

suffering means nothing to you.

 

I thought you were joking,

or some kind of word salad art.

 

 

You expect me to respect, be

understanding to you.

While for me these you feel

no desire to do.

Stalemate, Gridlock, increasing

pain ensues.

 

 

It's not about your f'ing skin.

It's about their need to stamp

out difference, to assert their

authority.

 

 

 

11/17-21/20

new dawn in progress

Twilight at the Dark of the Moon

 

 

Moving inward.

Spiraling

into deepest silence.

Feel me here,

oh my most darling.

Here is the free-est flow,

river of bliss.  Bounty

of years of grey resistance,

incrementally awakened to

swirling shades --

mystic purples,

mad magentas,

sky-eyed blues.

There is ancient music,

crescendos to peals.

Layered millennial ears,

creatures of seas to trees

murmur through.

Ripples of soundwaves,

broker wisdom

not yet condensed into words.

Romances spun of clay and sand,

woven into fashion’s fabrics.

Hearty voices join,

create regaled mythology.

Star-shaped world story

reverberates with

chill and heat.

Nascent strive for enriched clarity

that must open ever more widely,

a luminous spiral

up, out, in, around.

Come, brave as you imagine.

In that brief eternal interval

all of energy

coalesces.

 

 

sow and weep

while you sleep

a new day grows.

 

 

 

Each new day we relive the old, acting out dramas unresolved.

All we need to do is breathe to play to dance into our unbound creation.

 

 

 

dawn could be inspiration,

bounteous gifts free of obligation,

uplift of

energy gleefully received.

 

 

 

This is the first measure of the first movement,

a pirouette, a dervishly delightfilled whirl.

Cast upon this rocky estuary, dance inner wise,

third eye calling dawn into destiny.

 

 

 

Symphonies,

drums at dawn.

Inspiration and instruction

carried forth through song

 

 

 

Birdsong, voices conflating

the sum of experience,

let loose into this foggy dawn.

Colours, still subtle,

arranging,

catch liquid,

dissolve in

undulating air --

tell a story.

 

 

 

Dawn's pink-purple hue

breaks through over time

while I wander in dreaming.

 

 

 

Words of Peace

speak beyond structured language

sharing profoundly

in joy,

graceful dancing

to music of each dawn.

 

 

 

A bright dawn upon the kingdom

offers sparkling hope,

new dreams aborning.

 

 

 

Early morning dawn awakening

to a season of wild abandon

a golden moment of sensation

In a flash -- alive to an open season

Alive to a new awakening

Alive

 

 

 

Dawning form seeps toward reward,

to speak out what’s been found.

 

 

 

charge fiercely into each new

dawn.

Initiate, ignite.

 

 

We are calling in the dawn

Calling, gently, our many voices

How do we call thee, oh joyfully smiling mother

Welcome arising in our hearts,

Anointing our many-colored soul.

Take in the day

Rejoice in the sunshine

We are alove and strong

In primeval paradise

Upon a windswept beach

Our eyes, our arms

Raised in blessing

Totality is ours

There is no darkness.

 

 

 

dawn

upon dawn.

Listen for enchanting pipes

of Pan to follow, drawn on

painted sky.

What was lost may be re-crafted.

Daring quests begun anew.

In a world of lads and lasses

hale and strong, brave and true.

Joined in conjure,

raise our glasses.

Do as we must do.

 

 

 

    Hope emanates, flows into form.

    Another day dawns and lingers.

    We journey on.

 

 

 

peeping dawn high in colors of awe.

 

 

 

What world is this

in swaddling clothes

at the break of dawn?

 

 

 

 

Deafening nightmare, desperate storm

give way to rainbows, peaceful dawns.

 

 

 

before the dawn

take peace into each breath, each incantation

from the strength to align impeccably

with your deepest truth

 

childish agonies

dispelled with dawn's

bright kiss,

 

 

 

Imagine the day that dawns when

you are no longer dreaming.

 

 

 

 

 

A new day is dawning, but is it sun or storm?

 

 

 

The new day dawning

it will encounter clouds and hailstorms,

turbulence and destruction.

It will be a day of startling showers and

unsettled wind,

of unreasoned pain

and empty solace.

It will be a day to try our souls.

But it will be a day of infinite possibilities.

 

 

 

A new day dawning in the

drizzle and the pain

[These little moments

of presence, of meaning

when for a bit all is clear

That's what we're doing here.]

Another chance to revel in the rain

 

 

 

 

Through weary hours of bitter nights

It helps if we can fix our sight

upon the rays of morning.

 

 

 

Some bright good morning of

fish and loaves, cake and wine,

capacious tribes adjoin in movement.

Shining line of peace.

Terror’s fear released.

 

 

 

A new day is dawning, but where is the sun?

Our freedom and faith are defined by the gun.

The symbol of power overrules everyone

'Til we create our own electricity.

A new day is dawning, look up everyone,

it's time to rejoice in the dawn.

 

 

 

New days, new dawns, new destinations

open endless, unforeseen segues.

Wonder creates, merrily navigates veils

as each falls, cast  away.

Luminous celestial array.

Lightning aurora bursts

expose prospective trails.

New days, new dawns, new destinations

open into never seen visions.

Wonder creates, gracefully navigates

through veils each cast  away.

Luminous color array.

Lightning aurora

bursting through.

 

 

 

ascend into sacred muse-ways.

Every day a new day

 

 

 

I walk softly in the morning.

Drink awakening dew, sunbeam blessed.

I take what has always been mine,

cherish magnificence

and leave rough visions

of apocalypse to human eyes.

 

 

 

morning sunshine

burns off fog.

Glistening sky and the luxury

of self-companionship.

Ready, take aim, begin. 

twilight at the dark of the moon

 the different paths we tend to take,

some caught up in hate and drama

while others do the work that we

all need to move forward. 

I saw a little cartoon in my mind's eye

wherein rather than the rule of

if you don't work you don't eat,

if you don't work you don't get to complain. 

Doing the work we see how difficult

it can be, what skills we need to develop,

and then can understand what our real

complaints that help us see what changes

to look toward ought to be.

 

 

 

hypermasculinity

because being born with balls is

never enough, only threshold necessity,

too much to live up to,

too little to sustain

 

 

 

You People,

putting my health and life

in danger out of stupidity,

foolishness,

how ought I act in self-defense?

 

 

 

Freedom as a national creed

does not mean everyone gets

to do whatever we like all the time.

Rather, we do as we choose within

the bounds of rules fairly and clearly

defined and enforced while each and all

have true opportunities to question,

critique, offer our thoughts about how

we would prefer to proceed.

 

 

 

11/9-11/20