Saturday, April 27, 2024

A Conditioned Response

 A Fisherman    by Ikku


Studying texts and stiff meditation

can make you lose your Original Mind.

A solitary tune by a fisherman, though,

can be an invaluable treasure.

Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking

in and out of the clouds.

Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs

night after night.


Resonance to Above


When one has realized the Original Mind,

one is seen by others as myriad forms.

These entities are not bound by 

conventions, epic or otherwise.

They are like actors that are not acting, 

just improvising what the situation 

requires with razor accuracy.

Trying hard to be good, better, the best,

penetrating past your ignorance by

replacing it with knowledge equals

being buried. Whether it’s gold or offal

you’re buried in, you cannot hear the

fisherman’s song.


Ask Mike Tyson.


Friday, April 26, 2024

The Lotus Eaters

Walter Mitty daydreaming through life

never quite awake watch where you walk

as long as each day turns out the same like

John Lennon’s diary just drift and feel that

nothing’s ever going to change and maybe,

if you’re lucky, you could get through this 

life without knowing if you were ever even

there.


Thursday, April 25, 2024

Big Surprises Coming!

 Big surprises coming!

Oops! Sorry! Not Ever!

(that’s called disappointment).


Did your mind just do 

what I think it did?


Oops!

Big surprises coming!

Wednesday, April 24, 2024

My American Fifties Family

 “Her blacks cackled and dragged.” Sylvia Plath 

For the first few years after her shock

treatments, mother kept busy walking

around the house, talking to herself and

crying, but usually made a great dinner.

The stress of growing up with an actively 

crazy schizophrenic is constant and 

unrelenting, like having a cellmate you

can’t stand. My life was “One Flew Over 

The Cuckoo’s Nest.” from the time I was 

a baby. My brother was two years older, and

kept taking me out of the crib and getting in 

himself. Full blown schizophrenia when he 

was 35. So…..good times with two  crazy

roommates. Of course, I didn’t know 

anything else, so the trauma got normalized.


My family was an Albee American Family.

I played myself, the son, in an Albee play:

“All Over” about a dysfunctional American 

family, like most of his plays are. It was fun

to do, and having had the trauma helped me

play the role. 

It’s always the music because 

that’s how we communicate with the gods,

(if you must) or, quantum resonance, if you 

will: the matrix which is the ground that 

matter arises from, that feels and communicates 

into the phenomenal world the products of

creation and destruction…Liszt’s les Preludes

to Hitler’s invasion of Poland…Wagner opening

“2001 A Space Odyssey”  Charge! Retreat! 

Pull up a chair! Have something to eat! I’ll

tell you about life in a couple of songs!

You don’t need no education! You don’t 

need no thought control! Now that I brought

up Hitler, we can all go home!



 


Pointless Poetics

I’ve always written because I had to,

it was part of me. I never hoped for

fruition of fame, money, or any of

those things.

In fifty years, I’ve had three small 

books published…not exactly a nose

to the grindstone output. Some people 

have looked at them. Some have liked

them.


Only a few poets in my time

got famous,

made a difference,

pointed things out, 

started a movement,

caused a stir,

made a living writing poetry.


Art has failed its purpose for humanity.

The arts of the Twentieth Century showed 

the breakdown of conventional morality,

the rise of materialism and totalitarianism.

These artists were prophets, (as always),

that showed then what’s happening now.


When they got too loud they were bought 

out or eliminated. Now the only ones left

that are telling the truth are comedians…

the ones who are not yet compromised.


Then again, maybe Art didn’t fail. Maybe 

it was never that important in the first place.


For me, I have no other venue to vent what

I see as true. I’m just doing what all the other

artists do. If we stop doing, will you know

that something’s wrong?




Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Brief Lecture

Only one lecture needs to be given to humans

to set them on a lifetime journey of evolution 

and discovery. It is how to proceed with life,

now that you know you’re living.


The means is simply to train your mind to be open

to experience. Trust your direct perception and

intuition to guide you in the proper direction.


So, yes, life didn’t come with an operating manual.

But generations of cultures with wisdom trained

their childrens’ perceptions so they would see the

world more clearly as an adult.


Humanity will have to get back to reality, or,

Nature will take it back.

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Magic Cauldron

Reanimation, remolecularization

does not happen in a vacuum 

or a test tube

but in the liquid possibilities 

presented even in conversations,

dances, lectures, exhibits, displays,

changing what we see when we look.

The more we experience through the 

senses, the more connected we are

with what is, cooked through

our experience to well done wisdom.


Yes, our minds change through this

path of awakening. Organic, chemical,

electrical realignments occur to tune

the receptor to the universe so one 

becomes that, to put it mildly.


At least, that’s what the gypsy woman

told me.




Saturday, April 20, 2024

Re-evolution

The re-evolution will not be televised or broadcast

but is being seen as a claymation of human clay in

Old Testament sense, that we were made of clay and

now (or, Now) what we think of evolution as change

of species over a long time period, for humans is being

changed into a new species over, maybe, a hundred years.

Imagine Dave at the end of  “2001”, in his space ship,

the horizon coming at him unbearably fast……Are Us.

How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm

when the aliens come down, come into the house and 

 eat all the popcorn?

They ask you: “Take us to your leader!”

And you say:  “ Uh….yeah…..well……uhh…….err….

Want some more popcorn?”

Friday, April 19, 2024

And We’re On Our Way

I looked at you

as long as I could 

as you walked by.

You didn’t want to be seen,

tried to be invisible,

but my eyes see you.

I know you think you’re perfect

and have no pain, and my eyes

have no right to see.

Note: poem worked hard to achieve

my high standard of mediocrity.

Maybe it would be better if I didn’t write:

just sit there and try to look pretty.

Nothing More To Say

“We have to keep reality in perspective.”

I tossed off that phrase to my friend who 

was leaving, trying to catch a bus and

slipped on a banana peel,

so to speak,

exactly as I perspected.

Thursday, April 18, 2024

Connection

 All I want to do is get back to you.

I can’t remember who you were, or

how it was, or if I was even there.

Just a memory of a strange perfume 

I kept looking for, over and over in

each of my beautiful lovers, which 

was there. Electrochemical inception

of karma gene synapses awakening

the quantum matrix to realization, to

put it mildly, or, 

your words here.

Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Life Long Learning

 Life long learning repeats itself

but might keep things interesting.

I mean, if you just  stop,

that’s it.

Not so good.

Usually, as adults, it’s a matter of

adapting, not learning something new.

If we’re still evolving, that’s not true.

Evolution means everything continually 

gets more new.


The mind is what evolves all these lives.

We evolve to do better

see better 

be better

meaning moar better put poetically,

(was that necessary to say?)

seeing new things is evolution.

Shakespeare’s plays evolved the

English Language.

Why do we remember 

things we’ve never seen?

“The play (life) is the the thing

in which the truth is revealed.”

machine, within machine, 

within machine.

Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Whine (for Allen Ginsberg)

 I’ve seen the worst minds of my generation:

“Why don’t I have a place in the sun?

Why didn’t I get confirmed as ‘Secretary of

Whatever’ with no credentials whatsoever?

Why can’t I, a lonely terrorist, come to the USA,

be fed, housed, and given money so I can prepare 

for a scare event?

Why don’t I have a government job that I could 

never, ever, ever, ever, ever, no matter what, be 

fired from?

Why doesn’t the world always do what I want,

and always make me happy?

You can believe me because I never lie

and I’m always right.

You wonder why

I identify 

as a bunny?”

Monday, April 15, 2024

New Oxymoron

 Woke Ethic

As in: “They will be a great hire because 

they have a great woke ethic.”

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Something Happened. (2007)

 Something happened…

…and I found myself

in a jungle

on a prison break.


…and I found myself

at bat, two out,

bottom of the ninth,

down by one.


…and I found myself

on a balcony in Tepoztlan 

eating pizza.


…and I found myself

at the cocktail party

from hell. “Why did I

ever write that book?”


…and I found myself

seventy years old

on a park bench,

“I wasted my life.”


…and I found myself

breathing out

for the last time.


Saturday, April 13, 2024

Verisimilitude Blues. (2007)

I got those verisimilitude blues…

It seems I got nothing to lose,

as if life’s gone down the drain…

I feel like I won’t smile again.


I don’t know about you,

ain’t sure about myself,

don’t know if this world is true,

it may be a Matrix, that’s why I’m blue.


Even when I think I’m have in fun,

I can’t trace back where the fun begun.

Did I take the red pill or the blues?

I can’t be sure it’s real, can you?


Drinking coffee on a rainy day,

when I see you I don’t know what to say.

I look out the window, it may be true…

cold sky grey, mind sky blue.


Friday, April 12, 2024

Laughsong

Mule Skinner Blues by the Fendermen.

I discovered this by laughsinging to

Sousa marches. Just laugh the notes! 

Hee is high Ha is medium Ho is low.

It will make you laugh for real and you

just keep your place in the music and 

come back into it when you’re ready.

It’s just for laughs. Try it with kids.

Fred: A story with a punchline

Fred was my brother who died from

a heart attack in the shower a few years ago.


My first thought when I heard the news was:

“Good, he’s dead.”

My second thoughts were that, the fact that he

died when he did and how he did were the most

compassionate acts he ever did for anyone else,

and the greatest gift to his family. 


“What?” you ask, “You didn’t love your brother?”

Let’s start to put it this way: I didn’t know I loved

my mother until after she was dead.


I never loved my brother. When we got a little

older, we constantly got into serious fights, and

I wanted to kill him. Once, I had the opportunity,

and was just about to kill him, when, suddenly,

a thought came into my mind: “It’s not your

decision whether he lives or dies.”


I just realized while writing this, that that 

thought that came to me 60 years ago, didn’t 

come from my mind.


Thursday, April 11, 2024

The War Of Art (2013)

 Declaration of Art


I declare a state of art exists between

all artists and their sympathizers, and

the Bluetaneers (to steal from Yellow

Submarine), yes, those that would steal

beauty and replace it with a waxy facsimile.

Art will prevail because Nature is our Ally!

This art will be waged in every venue at

every possible moment! Spontaneous!

All the time art! The kids will giggle and

grow up to be saints, and the fogies will

have heart attacks! This is my plan!

Join me now!

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Pre-existing Condition

 All the COVID tests proves

is that a disease exists.

It doesn’t prove we exist.

That’s the proof 

no one has ever found.


There are symptoms, of course.

But all the alchemy of philosophy 

has not provided a touchstone 

to transmute our ignorance to gold.


There is no insurance to provide

assurance of the next moment,

let alone what will become of us,

no prognosis for life; the present

nor the future one.


The secret nobody knows

is how square one arose.

Tuesday, April 9, 2024

We Are Beings Made Of Light

“All matter is frozen light.” Sheldrake

NOW it all makes sense.

If you take Sheldrake’s sentence and consider

that in Tibetan Buddhism there is what’s called

the “Rainbow Body” phenomenon documented 

by many first hand accounts over hundreds of

years of Buddhism in Tibet, it makes sense.

“Rainbow Body” happens when an accomplished

yogin/meditation practitioner dies and their 

physical body vanishes slowly until all that is

left is hair and teeth. Light is one phenomenon 

accompanying Rainbow Body. Glad to see 

Western science is catching up. Penrose with 

his theory of a cyclical universe, opposed to 

the “Big Bang”, is synchronistically 

in tune with Sheldrake’s theory.

 


Monday, April 8, 2024

To Wait To Be Or Not To Be

 Waiting because reality

is not currently presenting me

with the usual current of events,

one leading to the next in endless

succession if not repetition, 

hence, waiting, or simply hanging 

in space, and yet, even that bareness 

seems to have a purpose, (an add on)

when you’re waiting for Godot…

but…maybe…

that’s how the Bible came to be,

let alone Peter, Paul and Mary.


It’s about all I can do to just be, which

is why the word “waiting” no longer 

applies. Like the Zen Master said to the

novice sitting next to him: “There is

nothing ‘next’! This is it!”


It’s the silence we notice at a pause in

the action, when what happens next 

isn’t clear. For a moment a glimpse of

where we all came from.

Saturday, April 6, 2024

Transgenderism; Or, Why I’m Not On Social Media

If it was a real thing, there would be woman

trying to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, 

or even Bruce Jenner in addition to seventy

year old men with 50” artificial breasts bouncing

around. 

The method is one of Communist subversion.

(and you wonder why I’m not on social media?)

( P. S. I love to drive Lefties crazy on the internet.

The more of them go crazy and blow their brains

out, the better place the world will be).

Now you don’t wonder why I’m not on Social Media.

But! What I  wonder is, at LBGTQ parties,

do they serve gender fluid beverages?


That Mel K…she sure is good at revealing

that Global Conspiracy…that sure is true!

How long has she been doing that now, 

how many years? How long ‘til somebody 

gets around to doing something about it,

I mean, now that we know? Is that what 

we’re waiting for in 2024? Is that what we

were waiting for in 2020? Is that what we 

were waiting for in 2016? Is that what we 

will be waiting for in 2028? 2032?

Maybe it’s like what Don Rickles said

to Frank Sinatra, only to America:

“America, wake up, it’s over…you’re 

through!” 

Frank was emblematic of what America

was, so, it makes more sense. He was one

of America’s Brands.


I didn’t watch the video to see if I’m right.

I’m sure someone will tell me I’m wrong,

I’ll watch the video and see I’m right, we’ll

slander each other in the comments, and it

will be another day of bullshit activity in the

Communist compromised USA! Hurray!


Headline:  A Crack In “The View”?

Isn’t the headline itself a crack?

Besides, I thought there were five

cracks in “The View”?

(first, I explain the joke…then, I tell it)

%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

You Tube is their tube and don’t you forget it!

(optical illusion: when you scan the % signs above from 

left to right, at first the o’s seem to lean left, and as you scan right

they lean to the right.)

#@$&#@$&#@$&#@$&#@$&#@$&

Comments I’ve left on the internet:

—There’s a study that says relying on

studies for your opinions rather than finding

the facts for yourself makes you stupid, or,

means you’re brainwashed.

—Keep standing on your pile of certainty and

enjoy the smell.

—I identify as a genius compared to most people

that post on the internet.

—Well, there are two sides to any fence.

—Let people think what they want about me.

If it means I’m I’m not like them, that’s all the

confirmation I need.

— (in response to:  “ A lot of Scottish people can’t say ‘purple burglar alarm’.”)

That’s ok. A lot of people in the USA can’t say: “The Democrats are traitors and

we need Trump back as President.”

—The best decade for music? 1960’s. If you don’t know that, 

you haven’t taken enough drugs.

—The Supreme Court needs a Jester. I nominate Bill Burr.

—Response to Mark Steyn about being a foreigner living

in New England:

“I’m a USA citizen living in a small town in Mexico for

twenty years, trying to fit in. The first ten years I was always

walking around town , drunk all the time, so, nobody noticed

me. 

For the last eight years I’ve been sober, wearing colorful

clothes, a tie, and rainbow socks every day when I go 

downtown….which took a while for the natives to register,

but they came around. My daughter lives near Burlington.

They’ve adapted very well. They have guns.”

—France’s hypocrisy has always been evident. It’s part of

their National character, the same as the way a sullen work

ethic has always been a part of the character of Germany. A

country won’t let go of its ego unless it has to. 

It took two atom bombs to make Japan let go

Two invasions, millions of lives lost in two World Wars

didn’t do it for France. Instead, they thought Jerry Lewis 

was funny.

—As to the woman who set fire to herself recently. It didn’t 

work for the Buddhist monks in Vietnam, and it just don’t 

work. I like that artist that nailed his scrotum to the art 

galley floor, or train tracks….whatever. Nail your scrotum

to the speaker’s desk! You’ll get all the publicity and then

 you can do it again!












Friday, April 5, 2024

Pulp Fiction

Reality ground to a pulp.

The fictitious story that does

the grinding longs to be the truth,

longs to be believed, to prevail.

“Here at Delusion Central, we 

have ways to make you think.”

Find the hard truth, and hold on

for your life.

Mexican Cuisine

I asked for some potatoes.

She grabbed some from a bowl

and plopped them on my plate.

No wonder these people are so healthy! 

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Buy Products

Buy my products…

bye the bye, would

you buy my byproducts?


Bye, bye, Baby, bye bye.

Sometimes it goes that way,

which is a nice way of saying 

bye bye, you bought it.


The more I try to fill that hole

by buying, the more empty I feel.


Ozymandias.

Wednesday, April 3, 2024

Poem While They Bang On The Wall

Anything could be the subject of a poem.

The true poem is a poem about life, because

there is only one poem and that poem is life.


I admire anyone who reads poetry of any

truth and depth of meaning, as well as

those that read mine.


Banging on the cement wall

I went downstairs to see…

they were installing tile art…

…beautiful…but it takes some 

pounding…which feels like this

time in my life, being shaped into 

a final product or just a finality.

So I wanted to keep writing through

the pounding, which has been my life

in any case.


Tuesday, April 2, 2024

Parinirvana of Chogyam Trungpa April 4, 2024

It’s been nineteen years…

gone longer than I knew you.

What’s time to a pig?


Your beautiful face,

I never saw you crippled,

just a diamond smile.



Calling My Muse

When I call my Muse,

sooner or later, she takes

over the writing.


Like now, I’m just waiting

with these words as bait…

nothing’s happening.


So, I can’t say this is a poem

yet….can you? It’s just words,

waiting, ready to go. Godot?

No, that wasn’t her.


Maybe she won’t show

and you can see how I

write without her…if

there’s anything to her.


“It sounds like a long joke, and

I’m waiting for the punchline.”


What? You’re going to jump in

with a snide remark and then,

just leave?   Thanks a lot!!


You see what I’m up against?

Some call it: “Yourself”.



Monday, April 1, 2024

My Goal In Life Is Life

I wanted to find out what life

was all about and be part of it as

a decent human being.


I went to a great elementary school

in Illinois in the 50’s, which was good 

because that was when America was 

still doing things right.


By college, education became a job 

and a hurdle I had to overcome. I 

realized I had a lot of work to do 

just to get to a place called “normal”,

so, I started as soon as I knew how,

in my 20’s. My whole life has been 

dedicated to getting back to square one.


Square one, where a momentary strawberry,

so delicious, or,

a helicopter slam dunk, so fluid, so like ballet…

sitting in a chair looking out the window at clouds,

are simple, natural enlightenment.

April Fool!

The myth of freedom…

the myth of God…

the myth of achievement…

on and on and on.

What else do you believe?

Did you have those thoughts,

or did they come from elsewhere?

So much illusion, trickery, fakery,

so little time.