Wednesday, October 19, 2011

It hasn't even been a week

I am studying science
Studying the essence of structures
One probably shouldn't use words 
If one is unclear of their meaning

Clarifying for the sake of clarifying
structures of natural formations
the line is getting fuzzier now

This began as an in depth search
A study of geometry 
of the secular and the spiritual
Inspired by the way things are tied together
A search for the Metapattern

Setting up a place for connection
in a place that elsewhere would be illegal
The human body listens for the ocean
with a seashell to the ear
an exterior symmetry to the interior cochlea 
stay in that space that waves oscillate

One must find this empirical knowledge
It must be objective right?
right

Distill nature to it's essential structures
With infinite variation, within a finite set
What is left to be known?
Within the experiment
It's a matter of matter

Back to the bridge

picking up somewhere I left off
this time I am going to do things different
Simplify, Condense, Distill
I am going to glean my concepts
and only keep the best parts

I voice uttered across the room
seemingly directed at me-
"You are just tired of people"
"yes"- I replied but was not really aware of that truth,
I am tired of people,
but it's not as bad as it used to be.
Maybe I am just surrounded by better people now

Back to the doctor,
Doctor Kevorkian and Kurt Vonnegut
Hell is other people
What an unfortunate concept
Still right now
it's about the searching

Nature as expression!
Ok, I see what your saying
I will return too
Bridge end

But why not continue searching,
better to stay moving on this journey
I most definitely have a fear of stagnancy
of putrid still waters
teaming with foulness
better to keep moving

A journal of the journey
this is why I should approach each new piece
a new experience, a new emotion

February 11

Happy birthday mom
I had a dream she died last night
on her birthday
Today I am righting this
She is having a stress test done
To see if her heart is working right

I have mixed feelings on that matter
If her heart is working right
How does one know if their hear is working right
let alone that of another, of your mother?

It's fine really, let's keep things professional today

In my dream I recall her
frantically the way she tried to show her love
to others, to our family

I just called her to wish her a happy birthday
She told me a story
about a Valentine's game
that the kids at the preschool played today
She calls out.
"Cupid, Cupid, who has your heart?!"

I think I am dying
caused by years of random ailments
all teaming together to suddenly bring about my demise

I suddenly notice my extremely sore back
this isn't helping
I try to be grateful that I am not 93, yet.
Be that the case and I would certainly have a broken hip.

You are determining your course
showing me the same place
but it is not as beautiful as before
I have seen better representations of the same place
better than what you tried to show me
I am left to make my own decision

I met him as I was closing an article I was reading about him
He wasn't impressed

bridges

I was pleased to see the three spotted zebras
leading your heart not your mind
within the limitations of infinite possibilities
I asked you, what is the source of your delight?

I can tell you one thing,
that object and artifacts of natural causes
are to me the of highest delight
or is it the contemplation thereof?

I remember reading this, and couldn't agree more
now I couldn't agree less
"hell is other people"
God Bless you, thank you

In the present moment,
I am sorry I forgot to ask how you were doing?
Feeling free in body
and free in my mind
strong enough to be fragile.
That may be the bravery I need.

"This is just the first little burst!"
But there is plenty on the way
Things are looking under control
As much as they can be for now

accepting fragility
our fragility
don't try to be right this time.
Just be. respond intuitively
An interlude of thoughts
New faces the same song
now it doesn't even seem real

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

edited...and to be continued, part one

Silence
Somethings are better not knowing.
you have your freedom, now
what was it you were going to do with it?
innocent men are set free after twenty years

suddenly, after fifty years
finally wake up
but only for a moment,
and only to be left confused and fall back asleep

somehow he maintained his sanity
I am not sure I have regained mine
yet, a new day
It was a misty morning.
a girl with the blue eyes spoke,
"maybe you don't need the whole story?"
 forget about it, I shrugged
 and with a sigh I boarded the train,
they still didn't understand.

the totality of experience!
shit, the train derailed,
listening to some Signur Ros should help get some things back on track
each step gets louder now
its your time in space!
to know that now doesn't seem to make it any easier.

I wondered why there was a man with a top hat in my shoe
it didn't make any sense
does she enjoy that?
I don't remember,
I wish I did
Talk about time lost!
I remember thinking,
Oh, those dreams!
they take me to the dusk grey,
moist dew grass,
all within a small subtle color change
all happening so fast.
I set out to go look for it
I liked the zebra a lot
"you did not say no"
Yes, I did say no
I said it
For the first time
I would know.

So, I guess I should establish myself in new ways.
I still have to look at the keyboard when I type
My hands aren't as shaky as they used to be

Why do they find those things so amusing
It has ALWAYS been in the same spot
spot on
broke her spot
Do wash your face before bed?

Ode to discipline
discipline myself
A subtle color change
I keep looking in the same spot
It looks like that misty mossy morning,
you remember the one?
but it is not.

Stop ripping things apart
There, it's open now
You should crawl in, head first!

The thought crossed my mind
What if the sheep were really all those colors
like the ones on the towel she brought me back form Ireland?

my grandfathers ashes are there now,
well at least some of them the ones that didn't mistakenly end up in my possession
and then sat on my dashboard for entirely too long

my daughter is home, sick in bed
I don't even know where my phone is
I am getting worried that I am addicted to information
I get anxious when I don't have new information
Some thoughts really aren't worth having
That doesn't mean they'll stop

Shit, I had something to do here
Now I don't remember.
This is ALWAYS happening
Oh yes, this and the movie,
I remember now

The stripes are distracting
He told me her name as if I should have already known
I am sorry I am terrible with names

However, I hadn't thought of it that way.
What did he call me again?
I don't remember of course, but it was a good one.

It doesn't seem to be thinking?!
You are right,
we SHOULD feel ashamed
not them, us,
I do.
I don't know where the other thing was that I needed!
It will show up at the right time, it always does.
(it doesn't stop the worry)

Just throw the gross part away!
She replies,
"it is JUST like a mutant"
even more reason to throw it away!
or save it in a  safe, sanitary place as a specimen?
maybe that is just the answer,
She just went on ahead
and ate the rest

Playing the music of things
the joy of discovering
On freedom again
trying to be free, FREE

What do other people do?
what other people do.
I wish she would quit talking to me
Sometimes I would just like to concentrate
Give me a minute, just a minute, please
Clear now. Clearer even still.
yes, yes, but what is it exactly you are clear on?
Oh, quit taking so long to think

There comes a time
and then there is nought
nothing/nothingness, always dying

That is exactly the same thing I stumbled upon
You just reached in and grabbed it first
I was so busy that I almost didn't notice

another subtle color change, a darker shade of blue now

The angry old woman
She is sitting at the coffee shop
wearing a saturated shade of pink on her lips
it is running into the wrinkles extending from her mouth.
She carefully takes a sip of her coffee
delicately holding the cup
her pinky extends in the air
Looking out of the cafe window at the rainy cold day
She is glad she isn't out there
She stares and wonders, and thinks:
Information cannot be destroyed.
she is sure of that one thing

I find the whole thing highly questionable
So many activities to scrutinize
In there, somewhere, somewhere
In there where you are

Thank you, I was thinking that all along anyway
We should just keep moving forward
If you people would really just take a moment and listen to yourselves
listen logically.
you would understand that it really doesn't make any sense!
What does "information loss" even mean?
Well, it doesn't matter because it is not true anyway.
Instead of entropy, you offer up a fully formed solid mass
Complete in every way, always finished!
I think its all going to go all the way away anyway, so what does it matter?
Now, we have the third dimension turning into flatness.
You are really just trying to lose me, aren't you?
Fine I am gone
I just have to offer up before I go, that I thought this could really have been a good thing for us
Information that would feed our cause,
But, what was our cause?
Shit ,I keep forgetting the name.
Oh yes, our time in space!
What a clear picture we shall have!

A billion, billion times smaller than a proton
So would this be the ultimate base material?
Now the neutrinos are moving faster than light
Who knows maybe they just gained momentum for awhile.?
This could very well be a temporary condition.
They are passing through our fingernails now.
Gleaning us for information to send to the past, or the future
What difference will it make?

So share my thoughts with him on this matter of matter.
He never replied
But he did inform me that if I am going hope to have any authority
That I need to zip my fly before addressing the crowd

The trail of breadcrumbs lead me to the door outside
and screaming girls
Thank God I had some old receipts in my pockets
I put them in my mouth and chew them
into a mushy yet somewhat still cohesive pulp
Then I stuck it in my ears.
I could still hear everything, but it helped
she rolled her eyes at me in disgust and kept screaming

I can never remember everything all of the time
Not everything is of imperative importance!
Oh it is such a lovely place, a bit rugged
A rough and ragged place
in a different reality

I don't know if I can just sit and watch this anymore
This is Horrible
I would prefer to do it right next time, assuming there is a next time

Sometimes I type without looking
I think then I make more mistakes
Best just to take a glance down once in a while

Ok, I am going to say it.
I am going to do it right next time
definitive
This means I will need to be brave
Brave, not just meaning strong this time around.

I think that my cats turned on the radio while I was gone
This seems like something they would do
You know, I am really glad to not be part of everything
Still I am part of something

It sounds like the neighbor is singing
They should be embarrassed but they have no idea
Maybe there is a party or something going on outside

It's better than the time when I was recording and owl
and ended up recording my neighbors having sex
I told you about that
I think it is a radio this time
It's playing Country music

blubbering shits
that is disgusting

Permance-
now isn't that something of beauty
that is which is of such desire and completely unattainable
in its completeness that is
It is always easier to accept when you understand
such a strange experience

listening to him blow his noise on the radio
I certainly wasn't expecting that
I wasn't expecting to hear my neighbors having sex either
shit
What I really need to figure out now is is how do we sustain this?
Can we sustain this? Should we sustain this?
Our efforts seem ultimately in vain
(The music suddenly gets louder)
I just remembered someone that I keep forgetting
It is rather embarrassing you know, when your memory fails
Space exhausted on the internal hard drive, forgot to back up the files again

We will discuss this further at a later time, more indepth
you can be sure of it.

The rain, I am always trying to capture that.
that would be something to sustain
its on the to do list.
speaking of which, I should really be going

I haven't looked at you, or for you, for awhile
more vain quests
If I look at you again
It will be an accident
A coincidence
nothing more , nothing less
If the accident will
Magnolia, great, that again.
It was after all, that which was
accidentally,
is starting again.

It was that which was actually me
with that that is actually you
Accidentally or not
all thoughts aside
My internal vision is shorting out
It has been overgrown in an instant
with foliage

I guess it was just because there was space in the first place
Well the first path is forged
A reasonable degree of progress
I should be satisfied they say
Just a little more room, I beg of you
The music keeps playing
And I need to go home for the night

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

freedom...freedom...freedom...

from the land of the free...

We live in the Land of the free. We value our freedom above all things. We by express our freedom often at the expense of others. We grasp tightly to it rights and liberties that it offers us. 
This is an interesting state of things considering the rising trend in philosophy that tells us that free will does not even exist. I certainly don't think that we have full freedom and I also don't believe that we are purely determined. I am not sure why this issue is a black or white issue. 
I believe that I have certain freedoms, and I have certain limitation. I believe that I can work to remove some of these limitations or perhaps restraining myself from expressing every freedom, creating limitations is of more value? We do have many freedoms in this country that others do not have. We live in a society where the value of asserting your individuality is prized above all things. I worked for a company, doing in home care, working with individuals who had suffered from traumatic brain injury and were therefore no longer able to care for themselves. The structure for this program was based on the desire to create a life where the victims of TBI, were allowed to live more like individuals instead of in an institution. There were three men in an apartment staffed 24/7 by a caregiver. In theory and in the beginning I really supported this idea. And when this program was initially started I believe the intentions were different that the way things eventually evolved. When the program was started it seemed to be more about creating a "family" for people with extreme care needs. The caregivers and receivers would forge meaningful relationship that would last over time. Giving the person of needs a sense of stability and freedom, and living a "normal" life.
Unfortunately this ideal hasn't carried over into the way things run. Caregivers rotate in and out of peoples life. The individuals live in small groups about three to an apartment. Often living with people they don't particularly care for or get along with. On a daily basis usually only interact with the caregivers and their housemates. So this intention of allowing for these individuals to live independent lives leaves them and their caregivers with a feeling of isolation.
I feel often that this original intention/desire for freedom, to live a free, independent life not only in this sense but in the greater sense of society, wee too are often left feeling isolated and without community. One thing after this experience and reflecting on my own life experience is how much more greatly I value being part of a community. And to backtrack, I don't think that within the caregiving experience we should revert to institutions, I do strongly feel that the best gift we can give to people living and working in these situations, is community and is in need of fresh ideas to make this happen.