Notes 2015-16-17

DISMAL NOTES

Labor values and commodities.
Material values and immaterial values.
Profit and loss.
Social gain, social disruption.
Money as a commodity growing with interest.
Seeded to debt.
Wrecked resources to pay the bill.
Greed as a moral value.

Business ever busy.

Federal anarchist,
Local democrat

Took a walk with Hannah Arendt through the World of Men.
My boots are a little sticky and stinky.
Hannah is fortunate to have missed this current edifice.
The private taken over most of the ever smaller world.
The destruction inherent in endless accumulation
Turned to splashing blood.
Human Condition sure looks bad.
Has it changed?



Private and public and internet
The internet had a chance to be Hannah’s Public,
A place for competition in public good,
Not monetary rank.
…anonymity, adds, and spies.



Consumerism as a factor in a more self, less tribe, less family society.
Into the houses with the TV on.
Faces in cell phones.
Can Social networking be a new world of men?

Always building the nest…

nickel and dime
crazy market believers
have no value but value.

Too much truth
Makes it complicated.
Smoothed over with (culture) lies

all that’s left
is a data file

I was a rock counting time

2016

Time sandwich again.
Looking at the lettuce,
calculating the ham.
Taking it all in today
Between birth and death.

Dialectic of past-future-now

Just bury my data file
On some old hard drive.

The Sensemaster makes sense of all this.
The Sensemaster doesn’t want to relinquish understanding,
Is afraid of the unknown.
Pull his plug.
Seeing the incomprehensible is necessary for improved understanding,
And bringing the Sensemaster along.

I am all that.
Memories of ill conceived actions,
Even bad intentions.
But I am more than that, too,
And with each new day,
A chance to make better memories

Think for yourself,
You are alone here with the rest of us.
Going your own way,
Finally.

Working memory,
Working hard to stay in the now,
Here with the new stuff,
But those plans and memories
Color the day.

Algorithm.
running on the same data and getting the same result.

Pearls for Swine
Songs of America 2016

We are like you,
Reflections of the self led us
In self-serving circles.
But bad deeds irritated us.
We have coated them with nacre
of peace and love,
Now throw them at your feet,
Expecting nothing.

Where once we dreamed a forest of democracy,
ma femme,
building your home here,
a clear-cut builds towers of the self.
Manly swagger replaces brotherhood.
The endless forests that hid our horizon gone.
We see guns making weak men strong.
The weak now herd us down their fool’s path.
Where is the spirit we once sung?
Imaginary songs?
Oh, Walt!
A sparrow singing in the bush,
So sweet!

Old growth
Gnarled old wood from days gone by.
My own shadow obscures the sun.
Sun-built, these elements of shading.
Other days, still here in this wood.
Old wounds continue to rot and fester,
Sealed off for now.

Litter
Old dead branches lying there
Not far from the tree.
Not out of sight,
Cast off parts of me.
Below the branch,
Rotted leaves of past sunny days.
Light weight reminders
Passed away.
Hiding buried seeds.

Unpleasant memories like floaters,
Passing in today’s vision.
Dropping summer leaves.

WINTER BIRDS-redo
Winter birds,
pushing and shoving for the bounty.
First come, first serve,
then fight to hold your place.
A flock of grosbeaks gain control.
Hamilton’s plans, a plateful for us, scraps to the rest.
Franklin and Jefferson promising more as
the bounty and chances dwindle.
Fluttering for position in this pecking order,
some grab scraps on the ground,
among the cats.
More bounty to be stolen to the west!
Fly away!
What is the nature of this bird on the pile?
This Hamilton of birdseed?

**
Imagination withers like an autumn leaf
No longer camouflaging reality.
Or hiding the truth.
But the new sprout, truth itself.

**
Internet a big video game
Built by gamers
Bad guys, monsters and spies
Behind every click.

Reshuffling this dog-eared deck of cards,
Dealing a familiar hand,
Epigenetically patched
For today.

***

Quantum poet
Sees all states
And spreads the possibilities
Into this fleeting vision,
Stuck on paper.
False perceptions
forming metaphors of truth.
True perceptions echoing beauty.
Possibilities linger
Until the reader decides.

**
Miss you, crazy Stef!
On ice tonight, so cold.
Quiescent, deteriorating cells.
The spark that scintillated high flying conjectures,
Dimmed by floods of serotonin,
Flickers, dies.
Just cold cells off to Issaquah.
“dying myself”,
But at what a cost to us and you!
Futures that miss the spark that lights the room.
Sad missing.

Quantum Stef.
Schrodinger’s Stef in a box.
Can I define you now?
Still all your observers defined you.
Unknown to me.
The many different states of Stef.
Mine just one.

Smile so sweet.
The words I can’t remember,
But the smile so sweet!
The memory stays the same.
Like a honeybee to your smile so sweet.

**

Straw house
Scratchy and uncomfortable
Alone in kind of a cell
Getting ready?
Or
Wasting away?
Or
Getting ready to waste away?

Still standing
in the litter of many years.
These rotting constructions of days gone by
Will feed some new life,
A future from these dismantled days.

House of Cards

Carefully built, this foundation,
From love and (dedication),
Chopping through the roots of nature,
Digging up eons of soil.

An ill, but expected wind,
Blowing from the past,
Selecting, Scattering the infirm.

The foundation situated by chance and
Accumulated vectors of will, choice, and
Good and ill luck…

Dedicatedly dug through roots
and the microscopic ecosystems of soil.
Endeavors of education, doctor visits—rational choice (enlightenment).
Proudly viewing the rising walls,

Finding a place,
Taking up space in this world.

These windows placed,
Setting the views of good books,
Bright snow-capped peaks and neighbors’ curtains.
At night, reflections of greed.
Now the roof, keeping out the rain,
Fixing the hole,
Shelter from the storm,
Hiding out,
Comfy cozy.
The place where days went by,
Happy, sad, tragic, portentious, dull, angry,
Shouts and laughter,
Children and growth.
(curling) into dry rot, depression.
Replace the siding, cut some trees,
Fix broken windows,
Make new additions.
Time is relentless,
And now that ill, but expected wind.
The first gusts whining at the corners,
And a few shingles fly—
Now we are out, hammering them back.
Next gust,
Cracking branch, broken windows.
Age, aching bones and dwindling savings
Spent in the repair.
But now, this (fatal) Katrina wind,
Levels these accomplishments,
This vanity, this foolish pride, and
Away, like a house of cards,
This life, now shattered,
Blows away to this unsurprising end.