Snake Uncoiling In Thin Air

Photos of my vista taken minutes apart

on my computer like being awash on

a sea of Monet waterlilies.

 

All emotions and thoughts uncoiling

like water lilies…even the seeming events themselves

appearing more and more as dream.

 

The ups and downs

like Titanics sinking

into the deep blue ocean..

 

I Was Gone

Yes in the sense of those

lost Daddy-ohs of Chicago..

feeling the heat of the beat

in my old stomping grounds

and the generation that

generated me surrounding me

in the essence of their progeny

eating hot food perfect on the spot

together, all the histories snapping

to attention in what we all recognized

as a rare moment.

Then, the plumbing failed, and we all

suddenly realized, ( the die hards...the ones 

that were still there late)....that what we had

been theoretically intellectualising became

.....what?...two morphed Johnnies on the spot?

Addicted

Some are addicted to drugs or alcohol.

Some are addicted to love.

Some are addicted to their own suffering.

Some are addicted to the suffering of others.

Some are addicted to money, fame and power.

Some are addicted to having a good time.

 

The doctor is addicted to his patients.

The lawyer is addicted to his clients.

The policeman is addicted to the criminal.

 

The Christians are addicted to God.

The Hindus are addicted to Brahma.

The Moslems are addicted to Allah.

The Buddhists are addicted to so many things;

their position and rank, their practice, their understanding,

their patrons, their students, their hypocrisy.

 

Most everyone is addicted to the myth of survival.

Only the Buddha and his sons and daughters

are free of worldly concerns.

 

Condensed Rant

 “Ted Nelson’s hatred of conventional structure made him difficult to educate. Bored and disgusted by school, he once plotted to stab his seventh-grade teacher with a sharpened screwdriver, but lost his nerve at the last minute and walked out of the classroom, never to return. On his long walk home, he came up with the four maxims that have guided his life: most people are fools, most authority is malignant, god does not exist, and everything is wrong.”

Gary Wolf in “The Curse of Xanadu,” WIRED 3.06, June 1995.

"Or, to say it in another way, the paradigm of rational mind as the epitome of the intelligence of the humancreature, is dissolving rapidly and we feel it more and more personally all the time. It's like HAL, the computer in the movie 2001, is being disconnected....only this time, HAL is us." Anon. 

Ars Poetica 2009

 Creating a theatre

of the mind through words

and phrases  with theatrical  

cultural cache…short hand,

sound-bite brevity and sharp

to stir the neurons previously

susceptible in the audience to

tell a tale to their subconscious,

the current  mind we all share.

It May Be Your Party And You Can Cry If You Want To, But, You're Not A Kid Anymore

 

Just dance….that’s it.

If you like dancing,

learn to meditate……

it’s like dancing except

without movement and music….

the point of doing it is to diminish

the thoughts that keep you from truly dancing.

 

Have a party…have your life….

soon it will be over.

Don’t waste it crying.

If You Can't Be Happy, Don't Worry

Worry is just an emotion….

a thought that got all tangled up in itself,

and thought it was important,

like a dog chasing it’s own tail.

 

Happy is just happy,  pure dumb luck….

…like finding another good one

on your plate… you don’t really care

where it came from.

 

Poor worry tries to figure itself out….

find a solution…

call in the troops…

make a big stink…

hide in the corner…

drown itself in whatever….

spend lots of energy…take itself seriously

when we’re  all doomed anyway.

 

Did you start to worry when I wrote  “doomed”?

 

Think of “doomed” as something happy….like

“we’re doomed to be happy…”

 

Actually, we are, because if we  weren’t  “doomed

to be happy” sometimes…  it never would have happened.

 

That’s how my daughter learned her sense of humor….

she felt doomed and I made her laugh when she was crying…

it pissed her off after a while of years, but by that time she had

a sense of humor. My father did the same to me.

 

It’s not just a positive attitude,  Dude!

It’s realizing that if you hold on to anything

it’s futile

a waste of time

a useless drainy stinky bad thing….got me?

 

Be happy….

it’s so much more so.... very .....very... 

so simple.