"The sun is the soul of our universe."
Dust to the River, A Dialogue. Amoricus Calydon.
Soul: A ware heavily traded by the "Vendors of the Afterlife".
Mind: No locus or focus needed. An airy nexus of socially mediated
cliches gestated in the lungs.
Race/Ethnic Theory: Arbitrary assignations treated as Gospel.
God: A collective ideal of the perfect human.
Science: Humanity's attempt to know and see as a God. Man ascending
the Cosmic Throne. Secular Religion. Man Towards Godhood.
Morality: An inconvenience to comfort.
Deficit: The intolerance of instant gratification. From ADD to the National Deficit
to Personal Debt. Not a disorder but the imposition of an impatient order.
Suffrage: A fool's panacea.(cf. Education)
Shame: An impediment to gratification.
Institutions (Religion, Politics, Arts etc.): Where humans place the blame for their own
imperfections.
Punishment: A terrible doctor: One who wounds something other than where the
true hurt lies.
Atheism: Impatience with silence. Oddly, the only true Atheism is absolute quietism.
Death: Cosmically nonexistent. Nothing ever dies. Nothing is ever born.
Artificiality: An impossibility. The laziness of misapplied metaphysics. (cf. Death)
Friday, November 24, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I Am Celestial
"I am everyone",
I sing
More than knowing
Flows from the fount
of dry lips
Light of my teeth
such Sunny splendor
Lone clouds
full and luminous
as spheres
of ejaculate
Sail like
thin women's
scarves
Children
put your ears
to the ground
hear
Her
turn
It's Her song
to the heavens
I am everything
heaven and earth
battle for
Only skies/////////////////////////////////// to the beat of raindrops
cry enough////////////////////////////////// (I)everyone sing
to break
Mother's dirty
skin
I sing
More than knowing
Flows from the fount
of dry lips
Light of my teeth
such Sunny splendor
Lone clouds
full and luminous
as spheres
of ejaculate
Sail like
thin women's
scarves
Children
put your ears
to the ground
hear
Her
turn
It's Her song
to the heavens
I am everything
heaven and earth
battle for
Only skies/////////////////////////////////// to the beat of raindrops
cry enough////////////////////////////////// (I)everyone sing
to break
Mother's dirty
skin
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