Summer Maize

I made my hair sit straight yesterday.

But, summer has its ways

Of sweating my scalp.

Salt and the occasional breeze.

“You should write about that,” said the girl,

Who stopped for a smoke,

About something else

Entirely.

“Thanks.”

Kind.


A little

Shock ti

Power.

Speak-easys and

Music without lyrics.

Talk of narcissism

And, I wonder,

Do narcissists know they are as such?


The dog was all fur, and

presumably

Sweaty as howl, too.

Fur ball coat

Dandelion-white.

The masters smiled

And said, “her name”

Meant /hair/ in another language.

Doubling the word

In affection and affectation.


Cars pull u-turns,

To go to the street festival.

They hold traffic while invisible things

cross the street.

Watch “John Irving on why The World According to Garp is more relevant now than he ever imagined” on YouTube

The Problem of Nothingness (bonus pts if you guess the source-it should go without saying.)

An abstraction is made when something not capable of existing in isolation is thought of as in an isolated state.

Consciousness is an abstraction.

The concrete can be only the synthetic totality of which consciousness, like the phenomenon, constitutes only moments. Effecting a phenomenological reduction will not succeed in restoring the concrete (of consciousness) by the summation or organization of the elements which we abstracted from it. The relation of the regions of being is an original emergence and is a part of the very structure of the beings.

“Is there any conduct which can reveal to me the relation not man with the world?”

We have established a Parallelism between the types of conduct man adopts in the face of Being and Non-Being. We’re tempted to consider being and non-being as two complementary components of the real: like dark and light.

Two contemporary notions which would somehow be united in the production of existents and which it would be useless to consider in isolation. Pure being and pure non-being would be two abstractions which could be reunited only on the basis of concrete realities.

There is nothing in heaven or on earth which does not contain in itself Being and Nothingness.

The woods have eyes too… he, he

Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling

Partially cornered

Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.

Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards

i.e. any way but candidly.

Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.

UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.

Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.

We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.

Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.