Take a position, I was told, and now I'm beginning to understand why. It's a delay otherwise. Whether right or wrong, if you don't take a position, you're not going anywhere. For whose benefit?
12/9/17
cui bono?
Neck muscles tensing, cringing, and a gut feeling; now is not the time to maintain momentary peace. To keep momentary peace is to sacrifice the peace of an invisible majority and to delay the release that comes with honesty. Often guised in a language of objectivity, group supremacy is an intelligent and active decision to uphold the loss of life through the taking of life. Life as authority, material, territory, and energy.
11/27/17
s c r e e n
on electrified planes of light
on electrified waves of sound
infinitely static
definitely illusory
nouns things
text textures
11/26/17
splashes of lovely clear sky
BOOK The Wayward Bus by John Steinbeck, 1947
"The sky was beginning to clear. The clouds were tattering and there were splashes of lovely clear sky with silks of cloud skittering across them. Up high a fierce wind blew, spreading and mixing and matting the clouds, but on the ground the air was perfectly still, and there was a smell of worms and wet grass and exposed roots."
"The sky was beginning to clear. The clouds were tattering and there were splashes of lovely clear sky with silks of cloud skittering across them. Up high a fierce wind blew, spreading and mixing and matting the clouds, but on the ground the air was perfectly still, and there was a smell of worms and wet grass and exposed roots."
10/27/17
10/8/17
10/1/17
It is Margaret you mourn for
POEM Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1880
to a young child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
to a young child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
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