Category: PROSE

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.

Gravity is Relative is Perspective is Obectively Subjective

Gravity is invariably variable.

People look incredulous at this assertion, but love hearing about the moon.

It’s not wrong or untrue to say howling at the moon is more appealing than Feeling gravity.

I can point at the point.

I can ellucidaye the gravity.

But it must be walked, its weight felt,

The effect on body in motion and body not in motion.

Inaction cannot be taken for granted

Word of day (as probably mis-) heard from a talented actress…

Tartarus. Classical mythology

The place of punishment in the lower world. Originally, a dark abyss as far below Hades as earth is below heaven, and later the abode where the wicked undergo eternal punishment.

This is from my F&W dic. Spooky. There are 4 further percussions of this world. If interested, do ask.

1st line of a story that’ll get written one day

Doping up our heroine, Jack is on a roll again.

Punk love and Animal Sounds are some motifs.

And sexy sex perhaps.

Quote about light….source unknown

“Obviously, this concerns an interactive process: the interaction of observer and observed in a dialogue of light.”

Work to live or live to work.

I told my sister I live to work and she said gross.

She misunderstands. We all work all the time.

We all move from a place we could call motivation to action.

Do you know yours? If so, what it is and how does it change?

How does it make your garden grow? Does it feel glad in the rain and sun and cold or heat?

How do you balance the swinging pendulum that becomes time’s arrow’s trajectory?

How do you know when to flee the vital activa for that which is its polar opponent?

Can you tell if you’re moving with no mirror to see?

Painfully lonely, not so much.

Suspensed in waiting for manifestation. Arouses my want for love, flesh, desire.

Obfuscate & disgust

Further clippings from Alabama

Watch “Ike & Tina Turner – Proud Mary | 1971” on YouTube

Do not own rights, just paying mad homage.

Many have done Proud Mary but few compare to this reinterpretation.

Creole delta blues babe!

Dealing with TimeS shifting arrow

Incorrect to assume that time is one dimensional.

Let’s imagine 2D time in the pic below

Vector. Precession. Equinox.

Circadian. Cellular time.

Astronomy

*rotation of fixed stars (!) and precession of the equinoxes

, seasons on the planet, circadian rhythms of daylight and darkness, evidenced by cellular time.

Here we encounter the challenge of extrapolating between these two dimensions.

Eventually may we reconcile our eternal being with our transiency.

>the Mind bypasses its middle range, dismisses the conditioning it has been subjected to.

Eternal being : transciency?

Seed : plant?

Seeds: DNA remains constant, mutating very slowly if at all.

Plants: which unfolds the seed in an incomparably faster time sequence.

I try to imagine absorbing cosmic energy on inhale, as

–converging inward–

by repeating space inverted in a vacuum inside.

Space only has meaning for matter.

Perhaps at transcendent levels of our thinking-space is irrelevant.

A gradual transitions between extremes and expectations

Fearlessly climbing. Equus Callebus

His gal, this gal, she’d run thru the jungle for ya and ya’lls, babe, my sugarfooted mouse.

Of the woods I have no fear. For there was I raised.

Of the caves, I do not go deep. Of darkness there will be epochs to learn, so I rush not.

Of the mesa do I have resonance, having ere dauntingly danced to dodge the threat of exposure to lightening.

What I know, you know not.

What you know, I know not.

LET no assumption be made, except that Ae submit aem love. Aem written. Tolle lege. Anon, anon; and, on and on. Aem, we are, new, I do contend.

Lovesome intent is my Tao.

Let’s follow Macha’s dictum and See it Another Way.

What you think I know, i dont.

What you think has been made painfully obvious, i see not.

What you must remember, I’m just a doe eyed dummy, man.

Yet I love you still,

despite not knowing your face, name, OR voice.

You are the scepter at the feast, and the feast is mentally prepared for you alone, by myself. Through my longing for real touch and to discard this silicon love in order to know flesh and blood love, with my love. Lovesome intent.

Fawning through the forest. No end game, just the breath of a moment and hope for companionship.

This is patience, not prudence.

Come or say you won’t.

The girl who dogged…

She flit and she drove them and him mad, both equal and in tirn,

Though those who would tell her herself to her face, only elicited her giggles, and quickly jumps ‘ere, with discomfort tempered in and with unconditional love.

She loved man by his his touch. Effortlessly and yet also endlessly.

His confusion at her ease and grace in such a magical endeavor, only furthered her own confusion and lovesome smitteness.

But she could wait.

She was desparately patience…for this.

Effing idiocy of self

Who is not guilty.

As soon as I accuse I am guilty.

Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.

Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.

What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.

Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.

Here in our position. Do we care?

But what would they know of us, anywazy.

They would know what we allowed and told.

Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.

Equilaterally pentacling.

Miraculous

A Sufi quote, Inayat Khan

In man, the Creator has, so to speak, completed nature; yet the creative faculty is still working through humanity, and thus Art is the ultimate step in Creation.

Will type it one day

This is taken from Umberto, Eco. On Literature. By breaking down a text intoits structural elements, Eco demonstrates how literary structure is itself an type of poetry. We should his extend his idea to A SELECT FEW academic papers. i.e. technical writing as art.

You do the Math

Because I only know Words; and

Only know numbers through words.

The Math and numbers may precede Word and words.

I do not recall which nor even whom could knowingly say either way.

What You call approximation (is still assumptive);

we in words call assumption (often purports as axiomatic);

those in logic call axiomatic (remains approximative).

To depower the danger of improper axioms and assumption:

Explicitly say It outloud in and with thoughtful dispassion,

then wait to feel any feedback of Its resonance with those able to hear.

Assumption then becomes mere assertion

-a simple contention made available for public consumption and comment.

From Tilopa, THE SONG OF MAHAMUDRA

Though words are spoken to explain the Void,

The Void as such can never be expressed.

Though we say, “The Mind is a bright light,”

It is beyond all words and symbols.

Although the mind is void in essence,

All things it embraces and contains.

You do the Math

Because I only know Words; and

Only know numbers through words.

The Math and numbers may precede Word and words.

I do not recall which nor even whom could knowingly say either way.

What You call approximation (is still assumptive);

we in words call assumption (often purports as axiomatic);

those in logic call axiomatic (remains approximative).

To depower the danger of improper axioms and assumption:

Explicitly say It outloud in and with thoughtful dispassion,

then wait to feel any feedback of Its resonance with those able to hear.

Assumption then becomes mere assertion

-a simple contention made available for public consumption and comment.

The R&D Man at the Station

He’s slim in silver:

Dark glasses and ten thousand LP`s, EP`s, and CD’s.

He plucked my disc, but I beseeched “can we be sure yet?”

What he said I cannot be sure

but it was either/or “you surely are / you surely are not on reorder.

Disingenuity

Smiles steeped in stillness;

superiority situated in silence.

It is tart, so, pucker up.

Pardoning your progress–

and your precious predilections.

Prefer perforation

Seration from your own sermon, please.

Paragons are only prerogatives.