After The Woods

 

AFTER THE WOODS.................................................. 1

ATW   CHAPTERS...................................................................................................................... 30

I. Nanowar vs. Arboreal........................................................................................................ 30

II. Considering Armor............................................................................................................ 30

III. Wife Disappearance........................................................................................................ 30

IV. Into Woods....................................................................................................................... 30

V. Night to Knight................................................................................................................. 30

VI. Diamond Meat Feast...................................................................................................... 30

VII. Love of Philapores.......................................................................................................... 30

VIII. Chevelure Modernism.................................................................................................. 30

IX. Feeding Frenzy................................................................................................................. 30

X. Mothership Tree................................................................................................................ 30

XI. Last Escape...................................................................................................................... 30

XII. Shell Union...................................................................................................................... 30

XIII. Echo Gambit................................................................................................................. 30

XIV. Inverted Womb............................................................................................................. 30

XV........................................................................................................................................... 30

The INCANTATIONS & INVOCATIONS of GRAPHEMNE DARKERCHILD................ 30

INTUITION EXPANSION............................................................................................................. 33

MUTUAL MEMBRANE OF CONTACT..................................................................................... 38

SOLVENT PEOPLE.......................................................................................................................... 38

KNIGHT TO NIGHT...................................................................................................................... 39

ATWSYNOPSYS / BIO............................................. 40

ATW – SYNOPSIS............................................................................................................................ 40

PHILAPORES & FEATHERS......................................................................................................... 42

BIOGRAPHY.................................................................................................................................... 42

THEMES TITLES CHAPTERS..................................... 43

CYCLES............................................................................................................................................. 43

EARTH............................................................................................................................................... 44

MOUNTAINS [above clouds]......................................................................................................... 44

TAO LI KRONOS............................................................................................................................ 44

EARTH GEOS GAIA....................................................................................................................... 44

BELOW THE SOIL LINE............................................................................................................... 44

Masters of Time;  Transformers of Walkers and Shadows;  Depression Makers............. 44

ABOVE CLOUDS............................................................................................................................. 44

Home of the Rainmakers — Child of Heavens.................................................................. 44

STRATA ROCKS.............................................................................................................................. 44

Collector of memories; Archivists of the mountains; And of forests................................ 44

ZEN AESTHETICS.......................................................................................................................... 44

THE RAINS....................................................................................................................................... 45

MAGISTRATED by the RAINS...................................................................................................... 45

EROSION PRINCIPLES................................................................................................................. 45

Revealers of histories; Maker of spires; Son time............................................................... 45

VINES OF TIME............................................................................................................................... 45

Death Arrives; Supple Limbs; Solid Strata Rock; Accretion Archivists............................ 45

IN SHADOWS.................................................................................................................................. 45

Shadow Tree;  The Forest of Shadows.................................................................................. 45

SHADOW PEOPLE.......................................................................................................................... 45

FOREST.............................................................................................................................................. 46

Forest Dweller (Sk: vanaprasta)........................................................................................... 46

TREEANTENNAS......................................................................................................................... 46

Technology Is A Jungle.......................................................................................................... 47

OPEN TREES.................................................................................................................................... 48

DOOR CODES................................................................................................................................. 49

GUARDIANS OF REALMS............................................................................................................ 49

LONG BEFORE LANGUAGE....................................................................................................... 49

THE CHATTER INHIBITORS...................................................................................................... 50

TREE EATER.................................................................................................................................... 50

CODEX TREES................................................................................................................................. 52

CODEX CORTEX BARK............................................................................................................... 52

I CHING............................................................................................................................................ 52

FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS................................................................................................................. 52

AFTER THE WOODS: Notes on CHAPTERS.............................................................................. 53

TITLES from DRAW NOTES......................................................................................................... 53

ASSEMBLY OF CROWNS............................................................................................................. 55

SYMBOLS OF DIGNITY................................................................................................................ 55

AFTER THE WOODS: CHARACTERS....................................................................................... 57

DREAMS / KITES............................................................................................................................. 57

ENCODING to STORAGE to RETRIEVAL................................................................................ 57

STRATA FISSURES.......................................................................................................................... 57

ROCK TITLES / PETRA SERIES.................................................................................................... 57

ATW POEM1 Rebirth........................................... 59

BIRTH & ANGER........................................................................................................................... 59

VERSUS AWAKES [AND VERSES].............................................................................................. 59

AND WHEN MAN AWOKE......................................................................................................... 61

WE WALK BEETWEEN FIELDS................................................................................................... 62

OCULAR MOONS and MOTH EYES......................................................................................... 65

BEETHOVEN & CHILD................................................................................................................ 66

MIND IS AN ORGAN.................................................................................................................... 67

THIS CITY IS A SKIN..................................................................................................................... 68

NOCTUID (Night Owl)................................................................................................................... 68

CAMUS — THE REBEL.................................................................................................................. 70

NOAA NOAH.................................................................................................................................. 71

AUSTRAL NIGHTSCAPE............................................................................................................... 71

SHADOW FOREST.......................................................................................................................... 74

THE ROOM...................................................................................................................................... 75

THERES A BLOOM THAT GROWS........................................................................................... 76

WHEN LEAFS CUT TREES............................................................................................................ 77

EVERY TIME.................................................................................................................................... 78

CHOIR OF WHISPERS................................................................................................................... 79

FRAIL CRACKS............................................................................................................................... 79

PIERCING the NIGHT SKIN......................................................................................................... 80

FESTOONED STARS....................................................................................................................... 82

KNIGHT TO NIGHT DEATH....................................................................................................... 83

DIAMOND MEAT FEAST.............................................................................................................. 83

I’LL NEVER KNOW HOW SHARP THE SKIES....................................................................... 84

[CONSIDER STELLA].................................................................................................................... 86

THE BREATH THAT CUTS........................................................................................................... 86

CUANDO ME HABLAS................................................................................................................. 88

VOZ Y YOU SOMOS DOS............................................................................................................ 89

A LARGE BEAST APPEARS........................................................................................................... 89

FLIGHT OR FEATHER................................................................................................................... 91

GEOMETRICS THROUGH THE ARBOREAL MEMBRANE............................................... 91

MYTHOBIOTIC RESPONSE........................................................................................................ 92

WHATEVER DEPRESSION IS...................................................................................................... 93

JOSEPH CONRAD—HEART OF DARKNESS, P.54-55............................................................ 93

CRASHING WAVES IN A VACUUM......................................................................................... 93

THEY WONDER HOW YOU BREATHE.................................................................................. 95

IN HOW MANY WAYS WE TRIED TO MEASURE TIME?.................................................. 95

THE MEASURE OF TIME.............................................................................................................. 96

THE OBJECT OF TIME, A POCKETWATCH............................................................................ 97

THE PRESENT WATCH................................................................................................................. 97

THERE WAS A TIME BEFORE MIRRORS................................................................................ 99

YOU DON’T NEED WORDS ANYMORE............................................................................... 100

DEAR MOTHER MAYA MATTER, MaPa............................................................................... 102

THE HOMOGENIZED SKY....................................................................................................... 102

INVISIBLE MAPS & LESSONS ON SURFACE TENSIONS................................................. 103

DECEPTION&  FANTASY........................................................................................................ 105

FIRST NATURE SPAWNED......................................................................................................... 107

THE DREAM STARTED WITH MY FALL............................................................................... 108

DUST COMES ALIVE................................................................................................................... 110

INFORMED & OUTFORMED................................................................................................... 110

AFTER THE PROCEDURE.......................................................................................................... 110

YOU’RE LOOKING AT IT THE WRONG WAY.................................................................... 112

BARBED LEAFS ALONG the VERDANT SUPPLE SHOOTS................................................ 113

THE BREATHING......................................................................................................................... 114

THE CROOKED STEM................................................................................................................ 114

THE BREATH THAT CUTS THE RAZOR EDGE................................................................... 115

THEY WONDER HOW YOU BREATHE................................................................................ 117

HOW DO TREES BREATHE....................................................................................................... 118

THRESH THE SEEDS SOWED.................................................................................................... 121

THOUGH TIME MAY.................................................................................................................. 123

IF I LAY MY HAND...................................................................................................................... 124

AGAIN THE CLUTTERED NIGHT........................................................................................... 125

STONES OF ENDURANCE......................................................................................................... 126

THE SPACE MIND MINDS......................................................................................................... 127

THE SUBJECT OF REARRANGING THE BODY INTO A HORSE................................... 127

GUINEVERE NON SONUS UNCLEAR MY DEAR.............................................................. 128

AUGUST FIST & FIRST FIRE THIRST....................................................................................... 129

STUMBLE STATELY..................................................................................................................... 130

MONEY........................................................................................................................................... 130

THE UNREPRESENTED PROVES MAN.................................................................................. 131

HOW BEAUTIFUL TO DIE.......................................................................................................... 132

INFORMED AND OUTFORMED.............................................................................................. 132

WHAT IS THIS RAGE?................................................................................................................. 133

YOUNG IS WRONG..................................................................................................................... 134

THERE’S A BLOOM THAT GROWS FROM VEINS............................................................. 136

MIND IS BORN IN CAPTIVITY................................................................................................ 137

THE GREAT CONTRASTER, KING CONTRAST, MAYA.................................................. 138

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?.................................................. 139

WILDENBEAR GROWS TREEFLOWS..................................................................................... 140

THE WILLOW TREE OF WORRY............................................................................................ 142

THE APOLOGY OF WORRY TREE.......................................................................................... 143

TIME IS LOST................................................................................................................................. 143

ICE COMMENTARY................................................................................................................... 145

ATW POEM2 Death............................................ 146

DEATH OF DEATH & TIME...................................................................................................... 146

THIS BEEHIVE OF TIME............................................................................................................. 146

THE TINY WICK........................................................................................................................... 148

OPPOSITES POLARITIES and the BIRTH of POLYVERSE HARMONIA.......................... 150

BABBLE BROOK OF NOSENSE DATA.................................................................................... 150

SKIN, SKIN, SKIN of the FLESHY PINK................................................................................... 153

DREAM ANALYSIS...................................................................................................................... 153

I CAN’T THINK CONSCIOUSNESS TO FLIGHT.................................................................. 153

THE WINDOWS CRY.................................................................................................................. 158

THE APPARENT FUEL WE CALLED MAN............................................................................. 158

CONSCIOUSNESS........................................................................................................................ 159

THE COMMON UNIFYING AGENTS AMONG US ALL.................................................... 160

TEKHNE SPEAK ALPHABET...................................................................................................... 160

THE WORM THAT EATS NIGHT............................................................................................. 161

A PIT OF SNAKES.......................................................................................................................... 163

SAFFRON SUN WON (Violet Light).......................................................................................... 164

WORMWOOD, WAVES, AND LEAFS...................................................................................... 164

VERSUS RETURNS THE GREAT SLEEP.................................................................................. 165

WHAT ABOUT TREES?!.............................................................................................................. 165

PHILAPORES GROW................................................................................................................... 165

SISYPHUS IN THE LANDS.......................................................................................................... 165

COMPANION TO DREAM........................................................................................................ 166

MOTHER OF THE FOREST........................................................................................................ 169

SONG OF SILENCE (MAUNA).................................................................................................. 170

Ref ^  MAUNA (SILENCE).......................................................................................................... 173

DILATION OF TIME & TECHNOLOGY................................................................................ 175

THE INCANTATIONS OF GRAPHEMNE DARKERCHILD.............................................. 178

FORTUNE OF TECHNOLOGY & FORTUNES TOLD......................................................... 180

SAFFRON SUN WON (Under Sand)........................................................................................... 182

HOME.............................................................................................................................................. 182

STONE BALDING – HAIR.......................................................................................................... 183

HER LIGHT WINTER SKIN – DAYSTAR MOLES................................................................ 183

STARHEAD – THE SKY DOES NOT GROW HAIR.............................................................. 185

THE BED (ONE WORKS IN)...................................................................................................... 187

THE CAVE WALL......................................................................................................................... 188

I’LL NEVER KNOW HOW SHARP [DARK] THE SKIES..................................................... 188

SHIELDS, SPELLS, SCREENS...................................................................................................... 191

NINE WHITE HAIRS................................................................................................................... 191

COUNTER PUNCH...................................................................................................................... 193

THE REFLECTION (LOVERS ENTER, AND EXIT).............................................................. 194

THE DREAM - Mudface............................................................................................................... 194

THE CROOKED STEM................................................................................................................ 196

YOU CAN TALK TO TREES....................................................................................................... 197

FVAC 109......................................................................................................................................... 197

FVAC 110......................................................................................................................................... 198

FVAC 111......................................................................................................................................... 198

FVAC 112......................................................................................................................................... 198

FVAC 113......................................................................................................................................... 199

FVAC 114......................................................................................................................................... 199

FVAC 047......................................................................................................................................... 199

ATW POEM3 Decay............................................ 199

OF EARTH & BODY.................................................................................................................... 199

AFTER STARTREES & STRATA WOOD................................................................................. 200

MAN AGAINST NIGHT.............................................................................................................. 200

FLOWERS IN LEAVES................................................................................................................. 201

TWO TREES FELLED.................................................................................................................... 201

FLOWERS FLOW........................................................................................................................... 202

VERSUS SPEAK.............................................................................................................................. 202

AGAIN THE CLUTTERED NIGHT........................................................................................... 203

TAKE SOLACE IN THE WHIRLING RIM.............................................................................. 204

SEEDS SPROUT PERISCOPES CRESTFALLEN NEST............................................................ 205

GLOSSARY & ETYMOLOGY.................................................................................................... 207

RAVAGE THE LAND OF TEKHNE’S COMMAND.............................................................. 208

GRAND CONTRASTER.............................................................................................................. 210

King Contrast;  Eternal Stretcher Of Infinity;  Echo (maya) and Legos (Lila).............. 210

DELPHIC DAY WOMB................................................................................................................ 211

CANYON OF ECHOES: CODES OF THE KOSMOS CLARION FORMS........................ 213

MAN AGAINST NIGHT.............................................................................................................. 213

RAVAGE THE MAN..................................................................................................................... 214

THE BLOW TO M.A.N................................................................................................................. 216

THE HORNED MOON............................................................................................................... 217

THE ECLIPSE.................................................................................................................................. 218

THE FALSE FOCUS....................................................................................................................... 219

Tropic & Equinox................................................................................................................. 219

THE FOREST OF VIRTUAL TREES & TREEMORPHS........................................................ 220

WHEN THE EAR BLEEDS, STRANGE CRYSTALS FORM.................................................. 223

TIMESPACE, EGO, PRESENT..................................................................................................... 225

RANT Celebrity Culture................................................................................................................ 226

HOW DO TREES BREATHE....................................................................................................... 226

*A DREAMMother Types On Rocks.......................................................................................... 229

THOUGH I’VE PLUNDERED EARTH—AND LIFE UPON IT............................................. 230

DREAM THE WOLF FLOW........................................................................................................ 232

WHEN LEAFS CUT TREES.......................................................................................................... 233

TREE ANTENNAS (Chorus)........................................................................................................ 234

THEY WONDER HOW YOU BREATHE................................................................................ 234

BOAT ON THE POLISHED SEA................................................................................................ 234

HANDS SHAPE THE WORLD THROUGH DREAMS.......................................................... 235

DAD TOLD ME OF THE GRAPEFRUIT BUSH........................................................................ 238

THRESH THE SEEDS SOWED.................................................................................................... 239

IN THE QUIET............................................................................................................................... 241

OF STORIES BORN AND STORIES TOLD............................................................................. 241

MOON, MOON, MOON............................................................................................................ 242

WHEN MEN ARE TREES............................................................................................................ 243

THERE COMES A SLUMBER TO SETTLE ALL ACCOUNTS............................................. 245

THERE IS A VINE CALLED TIME — DEATH ARRIVES..................................................... 246

WHO KNOWS WHAT IS LOST IN THE WONDER MIGRATION................................... 247

THE INVERTED WOMB............................................................................................................. 248

NOW, NOW, NOW...................................................................................................................... 248

LITTLE BEAUTY, COME TO LIFE............................................................................................ 250

FOREST DWELLER....................................................................................................................... 250

A HOLLOW TREE........................................................................................................................ 251

THE RUSTED WITHERED BELL............................................................................................... 252

*Chime.............................................................................................................................................. 252

*Peal.................................................................................................................................................. 252

*Knell................................................................................................................................................ 252

THE ANGER SOLACE HAS NO PAIN..................................................................................... 252

CORAL COAST GROWTH......................................................................................................... 254

THE SILHOUETTED SHOW....................................................................................................... 255

A FATHER DREAMS 12:34pm..................................................................................................... 256

CHASING CORAL........................................................................................................................ 256

SWAYS – – RHYTHMS................................................................................................................. 256

WISP PINK, BACKS THE LOWER GRAYS.............................................................................. 257

SPRING IN RAIN.......................................................................................................................... 257

SPRING TANGLES........................................................................................................................ 259

CLOUDS FIXES.............................................................................................................................. 259

STRATA........................................................................................................................................... 259

SCI / SCIO / SCEI............................................................................................................................ 260

TEMPERAMENT SWELLS........................................................................................................... 261

ATW POEM4 Fertilization............................... 261

NIGHT............................................................................................................................................. 261

SHELL UNION.............................................................................................................................. 261

MAN KNIGHT............................................................................................................................... 262

ANGER AND LIGHTNING........................................................................................................ 263

Spider branches..................................................................................................................... 263

DAWNWATCHER........................................................................................................................ 263

ACCELERATED DAWN ELEMENTS....................................................................................... 265

DIAMOND MEAT FEAST — Consummation............................................................................ 266

BABBLE BROOK OF NOSENSE DATA.................................................................................... 266

APOLOGY OF DAWN VERSUS................................................................................................. 269

Apology of Versus................................................................................................................ 269

The Womb............................................................................................................................ 270

ANXIETY – A Misunderstanding of Fear and Anxieties:............................................................ 270

VERSUS SPEAK.............................................................................................................................. 270

This becalmed union of shells.............................................................................................. 271

VERSUS INTUITIONS AND INSTINCTS................................................................................ 272

UNION AND OFFERINGS.......................................................................................................... 272

UNDERGROUND NETWORKS ARE TRAVELED DAILY.................................................. 274

NIGHT BECKONS........................................................................................................................ 274

TWO BECKON THE MAGISTRATE......................................................................................... 275

TRYING TO SEE THESE ABSTRACTIONS............................................................................. 275

TOPOLOGIES, or MUTUAL MEMBRANE OF CONTACT.................................................. 275

A Sensible Atmosphere Versus Weaves of Polygone Fibers............................................. 275

THIS VOICE INTERNAL............................................................................................................ 276

THE WIND AND WINDOW FURY........................................................................................... 276

THERE’S A PROBLEM IN PERCEIVING THE REALM....................................................... 277

SILENT WOOD SILERE SILVA.................................................................................................. 282

A CEREMONY for the SILENT.................................................................................................. 283

Polyverse Proposal............................................................................................................... 284

AFTER THE PROCEDURE.......................................................................................................... 286

1.  AND WHEN MAN AWOKE(Awaking Verses)................................................................. 287

CLEAR DESCRIPTIONS OF THE SUN..................................................................................... 288

THE DREAMWALKER, P.T. ELLSWORTH............................................................................. 289

05.21.2014.0318 keep transcribing......................................................................... 290

WAKERS, SLEEPERS, and DREAMWALKERS........................................................................ 290

ATW POEM5 Gestation..................................... 290

LAND OF POLYVERSE................................................................................................................ 291

or The Mastery of Versus Geomentree Loci.................................................................... 291

KUMARASA BOUNDARIES....................................................................................................... 291

SOMEDAYS.................................................................................................................................... 293

MOTHER MOUNTAIN SPEAKS RHETORIC........................................................................ 293

THE MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE.............................................................................................. 294

THE INTELLIGENCE OF TOUCH............................................................................................ 295

FORTUNE OF TECHNOLOGY & FORTUNES TOLD......................................................... 295

Technology............................................................................................................... 295

SAFFRON SUN WON (Under Sand)........................................................................................... 296

THIS BODY IN THE CITY.......................................................................................................... 297

Idea........................................................................................................................................ 297

SKY NOTES.................................................................................................................................... 297

TEKKONKINKREET........................................................................................................ 298

Forest Of Fear...................................................................................................................... 298

Leggodting............................................................................................................................ 298

The Knightchaser................................................................................................................. 298

Chevelure.............................................................................................................................. 298

Knightchaser......................................................................................................................... 299

Echo Gambit........................................................................................................................ 299

In Shadows............................................................................................................................ 299

The Forest of Blindness........................................................................................................ 299

The Blinding Forest............................................................................................................... 299

Cataracts Forest................................................................................................................... 299

The Forest of Katarhaktes................................................................................................... 299

Forestem Silvam................................................................................................................... 299

Forest of Fear........................................................................................................................ 302

Forest of Broken Water....................................................................................................... 302

KNIGHT INTERLUDE................................................................................................................. 303

LOVE................................................................................................................................................ 303

MOONFLOWERS OF THE SEA................................................................................................. 304

MOTHER OF THE FOREST........................................................................................................ 304

MYTHOBIOTIC RESPONSE...................................................................................................... 306

DREAM............................................................................................................................................ 307

The MOTHERBOARD.................................................................................................................. 308

POLYVERSE Child of Form and Function.................................................................................... 308

OPPOSITES POLARITIES & BIRTH of POLYVERSE............................................................ 309

*NANOWAR vs. ARBOREAL [2.0]........................................................................................... 309

POLYGONE & VERSUS AWAKE.............................................................................................. 310

THE ACORN RAIN DROP MUFFLED BY THOUGHT AND INVENTION CHOSE.... 313

NATURE ABHORS A VACUUM............................................................................................... 316

WALKING THROUGH THE MATHEMATICALLY CORRECT SWAMP....................... 317

FIRE BURNS THE LAID LOGS................................................................................................... 318

HOW BEAUTIFUL TO DIE.......................................................................................................... 319

VOICES IN THE HEAD............................................................................................................... 319

Gramophone Mind............................................................................................................... 319

The Voices of Fear............................................................................................................... 320

Echo Canyon............................................................................................................ 320

IF I LAY MY HAND...................................................................................................................... 320

WHEN FINGERS........................................................................................................................... 321

{Grass Imprints]................................................................................................................... 321

Fear Presents itself in two ways:......................................................................................... 322

Echo of Unconscious Fields..................................................................................... 322

ONCE UPON A TIME, YOUNG CHILD.................................................................................. 322

THE BURROWING PHILAPORES............................................................................................ 322

PRAYERS BOWED REMAIN...................................................................................................... 324

OVER BLACK CORPSE MOUNTAIN...................................................................................... 324

WHEN THE HOLE OPENS......................................................................................................... 325

DREAM—SPECTRUM CODES DRAWING............................................................................. 325

THE DREAMWALKER, P.T. ELLSWORTH............................................................................. 325

Trees are Time Machines & Harmonia............................................................................ 325

LA COMUNIÓN........................................................................................................................... 326

ECHO CANYON..................................................... 327

ECHO AND BEAST....................................................................................................................... 327

ECHO................................................................................................................................... 327

BEAST................................................................................................................................... 327

ECHO CANYON OF THE COSMOS CLARION CALL...................................................... 327

EVEN IN THE CANYON OF ECHOES................................................................................... 328

Fireheld..................................................................................................................... 329

Whispering Wood.................................................................................................... 329

Brimstones : Sulfur.................................................................................................. 329

CANYON OF ECHOES: CODES OF THE KOSMOS CLARION FORMS........................ 329

Echo and Legos..................................................................................................................... 330

Koans..................................................................................................................................... 330

TEKHNE, ECHO GAMBIT, VALLEY OF ECHOES............................................................... 330

ECHO CANYON: SPELLS OF TIME, CLARION CALL....................................................... 331

Canyon of Echoes................................................................................................................. 331

“If not Echo, who then shapes your thoughts?”................................................................. 332

“Of Course I Still Love you,”.............................................................................................. 332

Synchronicity........................................................................................................................ 333

TRAVELED HOURS IN MILES OF STONES.......................................................................... 334

WHEN THE ROOM IS EMPTY.................................................................................................. 334

AMONG STATUES CHILDREN PLAY..................................................................................... 336

THE HANDS................................................................................................................................... 337

I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU IN THE EARLY HOURS............................................... 339

THE VOICE OF MAN.................................................................................................................. 340

Etymology Ref........................................................................................................ 342

ECHO CANYON REF:................................................................................................................. 342

Echo Canyon......................................................................................................................... 342

NOTES on IMAGES....................................................................................................................... 342

GLOSSARY & ETYMOLOGY.................................................................................................... 342

AMNESIA, MNEMONIC, MONSTERS......................... 343

ANTHROPOCENE: ART MAGIC VR...................................................................................... 344

MOUNTAIN, TREE, BIOTECH & FUTURE........................................................................... 347

Biotectonic Trees................................................................................................................. 347

THE MONSTERS........................................................................................................................... 348

Symbols of Energy Source................................................................................................... 348

WHAT MONSTERS CAPTURE the IMAGINATION TODAY?.......................................... 350

TANTAMOUNT SUNSETS........................................ 350

TANTAMOUNT SUNSET (TaTSu)............................................................................................. 350

WALTER & CELESTE.............................................. 355

WALTER AND CELESTE + STARTREE + MORE................................................................... 355

**WALTER EMILE KOESLER, DREEMVÅLKER.................................................................. 355

DRAGON CLOUDS...................................................................................................................... 356

CELESTE PREPARES DINNER................................................................................................... 356

**WALTER WAS BORN AMBIVALENT................................................................................. 359

Dust, Dark Cover, and Skin Flakes, Dandruff Man, Shedder of Stars............................ 360

WALTER & CELESTE.................................................................................................................. 361

SUN SPOTS...................................................................................................................................... 362

THE CONVERSATIONS............................................................................................................. 363

Å.I. Téçhnë & Dr. E.Køēstler............................................................................................ 363

Drēmvaålker............................................................................................................... 363

DR. ELLSWORTH, DREAMWALKER, MD............................................................................. 364

WALTER EMILE KOĒSLER, DRĒMVAÅLKER...................................................................... 368

CROWING FLOWERS................................................................................................................. 369

VERSUS............................................................................................................................................ 374

POLYGONE.................................................................................................................................... 375

THE FOLLY OF LOOKING_GLASS TËCHNÉ....................................................................... 375

ARBITRARY INCEPTIONS — ARBOREAL INTELLIGENCE........................................... 377

“SKYSTONE M HIT STARTREE!.............................................................................................. 391

THE ORGANIZ1NG AGENTS OF EVOLUTION.................................................................. 392

POETRY ASIDE DARWIN........................................................................................................... 401

NARCISSUS AND MIRRORS..................................................................................................... 404

WORDS ARE EMOTION COORDINATES............................................................................ 406

WALTER AND CELESTE............................................................................................................. 416

SCALE STRETCH IN OPPOSING DIRECTIONS................................................................... 423

TECHNOLOGY & PRIVILEDGED VIEWS............................................................................. 423

**DR. ELLSWORTH DIALOGUE.............................................................................................. 426

DREAMWALKER.......................................................................................................................... 428

DR. ELLSWORTH Å.I. Tēçhnė :.................................................................................................. 429

A VERNACULAR of ASCENSIONS............................ 432

STRATUM for A VERNACULAR OF ASCENSIONS............................................................. 432

LIGHT MAGNET EYES................................................................................................................ 432

MERGE AND DIVIDER............................................................................................................... 432

FUTURE FALSE NEWS HEADLINE (ELC).............................................................................. 433

REJECT ALL IMAGES — AVOA................................................................................................ 433

Reject All Images................................................................................................... 433

ALWAYS SOMETHING OUT OF SIGHT — AVOA.............................................................. 435

On the essay, The Mind as Nature, written by Loren Eiseley..................................................... 436

THIS SPLITTING MECHANISM................................................................................................ 438

TIME, TECHNOLOGY, & SOLITUDE..................................................................................... 439

FIGURE GROUND GESTALT..................................................................................................... 440

THE THREE RIVERS.................................................................................................................... 440

KingDreamWalker.............................................................................................................. 440

False Wizard, Unintended Catalyst, Wordless Name, Everliar....................................... 441

Unintended Wakes............................................................................................................... 441

VIRTUAL SKY MAPS(or VirtualMaps the Sky)..................................................................... 441

WORRY - THE VOICES START EARLY................................................................................. 443

WHY IS THIS DONE?  PLEASURE OR DUTY?...................................................................... 445

Mother and Father............................................................................................................... 445

DON’T FEEL THE WEATHER.................................................................................................... 449

TO CONVEY THE RAVEN FEATHER.................................................................................... 451

WITH WHAT EYES DID PEOPLE SEE?.................................................................................... 452

WATERY ORIGINS...................................................................................................................... 454

THE HAND SEES IN SKETCH................................................................................................... 456

QUALIFYING VARIABLES......................................................................................................... 457

THE MIRROR OF LEARNING, A LOOKING-GLASS REVISITED................................... 458

MYTHOBIOLOGY0............................................... 458

CHRONOMYTHOBIOLOGY CMB......................................................................................... 458

MYTHOZOELOGY...................................................................................................................... 458

EASTERN IDEOLOGIES & MYTHOBIOLOGY —............................................................... 459

WHY EXTERNALIZE IMAGES?............................................................................................... 459

NOTES on JAPANESE GHOSTS AND DEMONS: Art of the Supernatural.......................... 460

WHY EXTERNALIZE IMAGES?  WEI “EFFORT”................................................................. 461

WHAT IS THIS FATED LIE?........................................................................................................ 461

WHERE TO BEGIN?..................................................................................................................... 463

TODAY, TODAY, TODAY.......................................................................................................... 463

INSPIRATION IS SAVAGE.......................................................................................................... 468

INTUITION EXPANSION........................................................................................................... 468

IT PERCEIVED HIM IN THE EYE?........................................................................................... 474

ACTIVE IMAGES........................................................................................................................... 483

ADAPTATIONS.............................................................................................................................. 483

THE MILK FOUNTAIN............................................................................................................... 485

THE NET WEIGHT and THE TAI CHI ASTRONAUT........................................................... 486

MY DEAR FRIEND DEATH, THANATOS, MUERTE, MORT, TOD,................................ 491

I KNOW MOST.............................................................................................................................. 492

EGO CREATION........................................................................................................................... 493

Four Modalities of Knowledge............................................................................................ 493

THIS PLANET................................................................................................................................. 494

Carl Jung, Seven Sermons to the Dead.................................................................. 495

Herman Hesse, Demian........................................................................................ 495

DEF^ AGNOSTICISM................................................................................................................... 495

OBJECTIVE NATURE OF THE PSYCHE & SUBJECTIVE NATURE OF EXPERIENCE 496

OBJECT CONSCIOUSNESS VS. SPACE CONSCIOUSNESS............................................... 496

Dream...................................................................................................................... 497

There was a valley, mountain….......................................................................................... 497

A THING is A THINK...................................................................................................... 498

2016.07.09.1438.................................................................................................................... 498

Dream Journal and Analysis................................................................................... 499

Nietzschean affirmation................................................................................................................. 502

EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE......................................................................................................... 502

FEEDING THE MIND................................................................................................................... 503

IMAGE IS THE THING................................................................................................................ 504

MYTH IS NOT A BRIDGE........................................................................................................... 505

Myth is Not a Bridge, It’s the Bridging System................................................................. 505

Implanted Myths..................................................................................................... 506

Hypocrisy and Duplicity – Global Warming and Climate Change..................... 507

DUST LIGHT DIAMONDS.......................................................................................................... 510

Strange magic this world presents by pressures................................................................. 510

THE WEALTH OF THE SOUL IS IN IMAGES........................................................................ 510

SQUEEZED TO A POINT OF LIGHT........................................................................................ 510

I See a Catatonic Boy.......................................................................................................... 510

INHABITED & HAUNTED TIME............................................................................................. 511

Practice, Unconscious, Storytelling, Meditation............................................................... 511

LEAFS THAT RUSTLE IN THE WIND...................................................................................... 512

METAFLORICA FAUNA & RANDOM SEED BREEDS........................................................ 513

Verses & Versus.................................................................................................................. 513

THE CRIB OF MIND.................................................................................................................... 515

On The Individual.................................................................................................... 520

QUOTES.......................................................................................................................................... 521

CARGO CULT SCIENCE............................................................................................................. 522

A MIRROR..................................................................................................................................... 527

(Communing Mom’s Neurosis).......................................................................................... 527

MONITORS.................................................................................................................................... 528

Not Moneytowers, Minotaurs, Moneytours...................................................................... 528

OUT OF ONESELF BY GOING INTO THE SELF................................................................... 531

Counting Breaths Away From Computer.......................................................................... 531

TREE OF LIFE................................................................................................................................. 532

Polygone, Versus, Hope, Knight......................................................................................... 532

WITHIN THE ARMOR SHELL.................................................................................................. 532

Geometrics, Shields, Versus Speak, Gasket Men............................................................. 532

STONES OF ENDURANCE......................................................................................................... 533

Earth......................................................................................................................... 533

Water....................................................................................................................... 533

TAKE ME......................................................................................................................................... 534

TEKHNE ALPHABET................................................................................................................... 534

THE BODY VOID or VOID BODY?.......................................................................................... 534

APPLE TREE.................................................................................................................................... 536

SONG OF MAUNA — SILENCE................................................................................................ 536

OVER TIME BY TECHNOLOGY & GREED OF MAN........................................................ 541

RITUALIZING THE CONCRETE............................................................................................. 543

Healing the Split................................................................................................................... 544

The rush from fear............................................................................................................... 545

The Meme............................................................................................................................ 547

MYTHOBIOLOGY1............................................... 550

SEEING LINES:.............................................................................................................................. 550

— 1978 —......................................................................................................................................... 550

— 2023 —......................................................................................................................................... 552

— 2022 —......................................................................................................................................... 555

SHINTO • CLEANLINESS & NIETZSCHE • EAST MEETS WEST AGAIN (versus)...... 555

SOLVENT PEOPLE........................................................................................................................ 557

BUT A SHADOW OF MANUAL TELEPATHY I AM............................................................. 559

RETINAL IMBALANCE.............................................................................................................. 560

QUESTION DEVOURS ANSWERS........................................................................................... 561

THE PERPETUAL IRRITATION OF SLOWING DOWN...................................................... 562

RORSCHACH RECREACTING................................................................................................ 563

SNOW UNDERFOOT................................................................................................................... 564

A BLUNDER, DISTRACTION.................................................................................................... 564

ATW ANALYSIS............................................................................................................................ 565

A BRAIN WANDERS.................................................................................................................... 566

A CONFESSION............................................................................................................................ 567

A WORLD OF WISDOMS............................................................................................................ 571

ALTERNATE EARTH................................................................................................................... 572

CHATTER MATTER NO THING SCATTERED..................................................................... 573

BLAMES & GRATITUDES........................................................................................................... 576

WE ARE BORN INTO STORIES................................................................................................ 576

YOU COME INTO CULTURE — BORN................................................................................. 577

EVOLUTION NOTES................................................................................................................... 578

BETWEEN DISTANCE & TIME................................................................................................. 579

SHALLOW INTERIOR LORE.................................................................................................... 581

[CHILDREN OF POLYGONE]................................................................................................... 581

CUANDO ME HABLAS............................................................................................................... 581

[DEAD MAN BY THE LAKE]..................................................................................................... 581

DEAR MNEMOSYNE.................................................................................................................. 581

Glossary................................................................................................................................ 583

[BEFORE MIRRORS]................................................................................................................... 584

BELIEF & MAINTENANCE....................................................................................................... 584

PRISM OR PRISON —.................................................................................................................. 586

BELIEF SYSTEMS........................................................................................................................... 586

CAPACITY TO DISTINGUISH................................................................................................... 587

Between Real, Dream, & Metaphor.......................................................................... 587

BULLDOSER vs. DUST.................................................................................................................. 589

ANTHROPOCENE....................................................................................................................... 590

VR............................................................................................................................ 591

Ego............................................................................................................................ 591

Aphorisms / Notes................................................................................................... 592

Defined Frame......................................................................................................... 592

Blurred Frame.......................................................................................................... 592

Conclusion................................................................................................................ 592

Epilogue.................................................................................................................... 592

Models for “self—other” as seen in narratives..................................................... 593

AWAKING IS AN ART................................................................................................................. 593

STATEMENT.................................................................................................................................. 594

CODEX—WHEEL OF PERCEPTION........................................................................................ 595

CHIMERÆ  {incognito}....................................................................................................... 596

PARADOX AND FUNNEL METHOD...................................................................................... 596

MEANING, IMAGINATION, SYMBOL, STORY (MISS)..................................................... 607

COGNITIVE TOOLS, MNEMES, STORYTELLING, O.A.................................................... 607

CUANDO TENIA 8 AÑOS.......................................................................................................... 608

THE PARADOX OF CHOICE — TED....................................................................................... 609

CONTROLLED LONG ZOOM................................................................................................. 610

1.  The Peripheral................................................................................................................. 610

2.  The Children Sing To Tablets......................................................................................... 611

3.  Superstition And Ritual (Today).................................................................................... 611

4.  Myth................................................................................................................................. 612

5.  TRANSCRIBED notes 2016.04.26.1023 from scrap pages........................................ 612

METAPHORS................................................................................................................................. 612

A series of hypothesis on its current functions, use, and manifestations......................... 612

I post, therefore I am........................................................................................................... 613

A WORLD OF WISDOMS............................................................................................................ 614

CYBER CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE & RESISTANCE................................................................. 615

CYBERSILENCE & CYBERDISOBEDIENCE......................................................................... 618

CELESTIAL SOIL ENCOUNTER ACCOUNT........................................................................ 619

DAINICHI....................................................................................................................................... 623

Esoteric buddhism................................................................................................................ 624

GOD IS A WORD........................................................................................................................... 630

Hero Journey........................................................................................................... 631

THE RULERS.................................................................................................................................. 631

Conscious Trees.................................................................................................................... 632

HYPERION (MYTHOLOGY).................................................................................................... 633

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.............................................................................. 633

A IS FOR AWKWARD.................................................................................................................. 633

DIAGNOSES AND THE BICYCLE............................................................................................ 634

IN SHADOWS................................................................................................................................ 634

ABOVE CLOUDS........................................................................................................................... 634

VENTILATED PROSE................................................................................................................... 634

Myth as the mnemonic for meaning..................................................................... 634

LAYMAN FOR THE SCIENCE.................................................................................................. 638

Two Kinds of Knowledge........................................................................................ 638

The problem with this view.................................................................................... 639

Science vs. technology............................................................................................ 639

Alternate Theories to Evolution............................................................................. 640

MYTHOBIOLOGY2............................................... 640

COGNITIVE INTELLIGENCES................................................................................................. 640

Cognitive Tools........................................................................................................ 640

Problem of Scale...................................................................................................... 640

Generational Cycles................................................................................................ 640

Emergent Moving Parts.......................................................................................... 640

Transition Time....................................................................................................... 640

Transitional Shrinking Space TSS........................................................................... 641

Entangled Sensorial Spaces ESS............................................................................. 641

Distraction............................................................................................................... 641

Whirlpools................................................................................................................ 641

Charade.................................................................................................................... 641

IM(AGE)° pic ‡ ◊ MORPHOLOGIES.................................................................................................. 642

MYTH & TECH............................................................................................................................. 642

MIND’S PERMUTATIONS.......................................................................................................... 643

METAMORPHOSIS...................................................................................................................... 643

1. TIME & History*........................................................................................................ 644

2.  The Permutations Of Images........................................................................................ 644

SYSTEMS......................................................................................................................................... 646

KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS TAKES PLACE IN A ROOM............................................... 647

THAT WHICH IS NOT TIME REPRESENTED....................................................................... 648

On Time................................................................................................................... 650

TAO — CHINESE TERMSFROM THE WATERCOURSE WAY by Alan Watts.............. 650

ANIMA & ANIMUS..................................................................................................................... 651

DEUS EX MACHINA.................................................................................................................... 652

ANIMA LOCI TEMPUS................................................................................................................ 652

God and Subconscious are two words for the same thing.................................... 653

Language is biology................................................................................................. 653

Consciousness is singular......................................................................................... 653

NOAM’S GREATER LUNA......................................................................................................... 656

TEMPUS FEMININUS................................................................................................................... 657

WALKING THE HALLS............................................................................................................... 659

Denett’s Consciousness....................................................................................................... 662

PUNCH TO THE FACE................................................................................................................ 662

HOW TO DO WHAT TRUMP COALESED............................................................................. 663

WHEN NATURE IMITATES LABYRINTHS........................................................................... 664

IMAGE SEEKERS........................................................................................................................... 664

WHAT IS AN IMAGE................................................................................................................... 665

SO THEN WHY?........................................................................................................................... 666

ON THE ORIGINS OF IMAGES................................................................................................ 666

THE TEXTURE OF BULFINCH’S LANDSCAPE..................................................................... 669

BASIC MECHANICS OF ACCURACY..................................................................................... 669

MYTHOBIOLOGY3............................................... 670

MYTHOBIOLOGY PREDICTS................................................................................................... 670

IS CULTURE AN ORGANISM; SOFTWARE ALIVE?........................................................... 670

MADNESS RE AD.......................................................................................................................... 670

LANGUAGE AND SYMBOLIC STRUCTURES....................................................................... 677

Is a noun and a verb, a nerb?  Or Veroun?............................................................ 679

Non-Locality and Reverse Causation................................................................... 679

MEASUREMENT........................................................................................................................... 681

UNKNOWLEDGING & METAPHORPHOSIS....................................................................... 683

META•ONTO•PHORE / PHOROS / PHEREIN METAPHOR OSIS................................... 683

Are we able to perceive outside metaphor-crafting?.......................................... 683

METAPHORS................................................................................................................................. 688

I post, therefore I am........................................................................................................... 689

METARESEARCH AD. 2014 —› codex:: • 〽............................................................................. 690

HOW DO WE REMEMBER........................................................................................................ 691

MEMORY IMPERATIVE............................................................................................................. 693

HISTORY OF PHILOSOPHY...................................................................................................... 694

From House of Cards (S2:E3)......................................................................................................... 700

CONCENTRATIONS & STEADY GROWTH........................................................................ 700

The Interrupters...................................................................................................... 701

Organizing Agents.................................................................................................. 701

FIND A BETTER TERM................................................................................................................ 702

MBH DEFINITIONS..................................................................................................................... 706

NEOPARAMETAONTOANTHROPOMORPHOROLOGICAL   DILEMMA................. 707

INTRODUCTION: A Cursory Overview and Perfunctory Exercise........................................ 707

OSTINATO RIGORE ~ SAPER VEDERE :  Leonardo Da Vinci’s Eyes.................................. 712

EARLIEST RECALLED MEMORY............................................................................................ 717

METAFLORICA FAUNA and RANDOM SEED BREEDS...................................................... 723

NOTES ON   Anthony Peake’s — The Labyrinth of Time on..................................................... 729

JEAN BAUDRILLARD            SIMULACRUM......................................................................... 732

REFRACTIVE METAPHOR........................................................................................................ 738

AN EVERYWHEN........................................................................................................................ 739

MNEMONIC ENTANGLEMENT............................................................................................. 740

PARADOX CONSTANT PX DEFINITION.............................................................................. 740

PARADOX CONSTANT + MNEMONIC =.............................................................................. 741

THE RELATIVE,  A PARADOX CONSTANT......................................................................... 742

THE RELATIVE CONSTANT..................................................................................................... 745

THE PARADOX CONSTANT .................................................................................................... 745

GLOSSARY de Die......................................................................................................................... 747

INDEXING R^................................................................................................................................ 748

MONITOR, MONEYTOWER, MINOTAUR, MONEYTOUR........................................... 748

PRISMATIC PROCEDURE : A NEW SCIENTIFIC METHOD............................................. 751

A Prismatic Procedural Approach In Scientific Method.................................................. 751

A Scientific & Art Merger................................................................................................. 751

NOTES from Peripheral Drawings................................................................................................. 752

Scales & Morphologies.................................................................................................................... 754

TALL MAN REFLECTING OFF LAKE WATER, ABSCENT WOMAN IS EARTH.......... 756

*R^[SMITHSON SCALA HELIX axis]1...................................................................................... 760

Constructivist Poems – Pierre Garnier........................................................................................... 763

THE FUTURE of an ILLUSION [Essay]...................................................................................... 765

FREUD — Quotes........................................................................................................................... 832

Beyond the Pleasure Principle (1923)..................................................................... 833

The Future of an Illusion (1927)............................................................................. 833

SUMMARY or ABSTRACT —..................................................................................................... 837

NATURE, MAN, & WOMAN — NOTES — (Watts)............................................................. 839

THIS MORNING AT WHATEVER TIME................................................................................ 842

*DAY @ 2 & WTF........................................................................................................................... 843

*THE CYCLE OF MODIFIERS—............................................................................................... 846

MYTHOBIOLOGY4............................................... 889

THEORY OF MYTHOBIOLOGY (TOMB), BIAS, AND AGENCY.................................... 889

MANHATTAN, MIND IMPRISONMENT & GRAND ILLUSION.................................... 892

TECHNOLOGY IS A JUNGLE................................................................................................... 894

TREES ARE TECHNOLOGY:..................................................................................................... 894

ON MYTHOBIOLOGY — FIND A BETTER TERM.............................................................. 897

LESSON 9........................................................................................................................................ 899

METAPHORScont., (A general definition)................................................................................ 899

LESSON 10...................................................................................................................................... 899

BIOECOLOGICAL MODEL....................................................................................................... 901

CONCENTRATIONS AND STEADY GROWTH................................................................... 904

TALL MAN REFLECTING OFF LAKE WATER, ABSCENT WOMAN IS EARTH.......... 907

R^[SMITHSON SCALA HELIX axis]1........................................................................................ 909

KOAN.............................................................................................................................................. 910

QUALIFYING VARIABLES......................................................................................................... 912

FURTHER DIVISIONS................................................................................................................. 913

TWO LEVELS OF CLOUDS....................................... 913

BIOMNEMONIC EVOLUTION................................................................................................ 913

AN INVISIBLE BOY INSIDE THE CONCRETE MIND....................................................... 913

1. Making The Abstract (Metaphysical) A Physical (Real) Analogue—The Role Of Metaphors Today.        914

2. Moving Forward In Time, We Make The World Smaller......................................................... 914

3. Our Scale Of Experience Shows Form Shrinking Exponentially.............................................. 915

4. If Metaphors Are The Graphs Of What We Live And Experience Internally....................... 916

5. We Don't Experience The Consequences Directly, Due To The Shift In Physical Correlates Or Analogues.                916

6. Seeing & Writing — Analogue to Biology & Language........................................................... 917

7. The Consequence Of Our Actions Become Abstract, Or Impersonal................................... 917

DRAWING EMAIL........................................................................................................................ 918

CONCRETE EXERCISES............................................................................................................. 919

FROM ONE OPEN DOOR TO ANOTHER CLOSING........................................................ 921

THE SUBJECT OF REARRANGING THE BODY INTO A HORSE................................... 923

ASH AND SMOKE FELLED THE STRUNG BOW TREE...................................................... 924

OBJECTS ALL AROUND, ALL AROUND............................................................................... 925

I KEEP THE WINDOW OPEN – MOTH EYES........................................................................ 926

The title is made up by Erik Satie himself...................................................................................... 927

Sounds of New York City meshed.................................................................................................. 928

"AS SOON AS POSSIBLE”........................................................................................................... 929

GOD AND THE BLUE MARBLE................................................................................................ 929

THE AIR IN MY STUDIO............................................................................................................ 933

KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS TAKES PLACE IN A ROOM............................................... 934

HOW TO START A STORY WITHOUT END......................................................................... 937

THE KISS OF NATURE AND MACHINE................................................................................ 938

TIME IS LOST BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.................................................................................. 938

POWER AND CONTROL........................................................................................................... 942

Manufacturing Consent (Chomsky)............................................................................................... 942

Art and Climate Change........................................................................................ 942

Animal Farm – George Orwell....................................................................................................... 943

The Freedom of the Press................................................................................................................ 943

I. POETICS OF ETYMOLOGY1................................................................................................... 951

II. THEMNEME........................................................................................................................... 951

III.  MYTHOBIOLOGY............................................................................................................. 951

Implications & What This Means...................................................................................... 951

THE PERFECT TRINITY.............................................................................................................. 951

PEACE & MEANINGFULNESS.................................................................................................. 953

R^ Hard Problem Of Consciousness.............................................................................................. 960

ON QUALIA TIME....................................................................................................................... 961

THE DANGERS OF AN OVERSTEPPING SCIENCE............................................................. 966

R^ RESPONSES:  SCIENTIFIC ATTEMPTS.............................................................................. 967

CAN AN “ENVIRONMENT” OR “THE ENVIRONMENT” BE CONTEXTUALIZED? 967

FROM THE BOARDS................................................................................................................... 971

A.I. TEKHNE......................................................... 971

Å.I. Téçhnë....................................................................................................................................... 971

Dreams and Notes 23 - 25............................................................................................................... 973

QUOTES & NOTES DEGRASSE TYSON & DAWKINS....................................................... 975

NOTES on PLATO.......................................................................................................................... 978

ETY^ SCALE................................................................................................................................... 979

SCALEABLE.................................................................................................................................... 979

ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE (length) Wiki................................................................................. 980

Orders Of Magnitude....................................................................................................... 980

TABLE OF CONVERGENCES.................................................................................................... 985

ARTWORK TITLES....................................................................................................................... 986

HOMEOSTATIC OR INTELLIGENT FULCRUM.................................................................. 996

MEME.............................................................................................................................................. 996

PRISMATIC APPROACH............................................................................................................. 998

THE PROCEDURES...................................................................................................................... 999

CONSERVATION OF ENERGY.............................................................................................. 1001

MOTH EYES................................................................................................................................. 1001

VARIANTS.................................................................................................................................... 1002

REFRACTIVE HARMONIC..................................................................................................... 1002

Diving Swans................................................................................................................................... 1002

STELLA.......................................................................................................................................... 1002

ANIMA INCOGNITA................................................................................................................ 1003

THE HISTORY OF METAPHORS........................................................................................... 1003

DEVELOPMENT of SPIRITUALITY AND RELINQUISHING.......................................... 1005

PROLOGUE.................................................................................................................................. 1010

DEVELOPMENT of SPIRITUALITY and RELINQUISHING.............................................. 1012

THEORY of MYTHOBIOLOGY (T.O.M.B.)......................................................................... 1013

WHAT IS HER NAME?.............................................................................................................. 1014

WHAT SCIENCE DOES............................................................................................................. 1015

THE ART OF RESEARCH......................................................................................................... 1016

SEMANTIC KNOTS.................................................................................................................... 1017

SPECTRAL LINEAR REFRACTIONS..................................................................................... 1019

THE INQUIRY TILT................................................................................................................... 1019

Stagging............................................................................................................................... 1022

COLOR WHEEL.......................................................................................................................... 1023

THE METAPHOR AND THOUGHT EXPERIMENT........................................................... 1023

SOVERIGN DECIMALS In The Query Tilt.............................................................................. 1024

TODAY’S EMAIL TO BEN AND YESTERDAY’S TO CATHERINE................................ 1024

MYTHOBIOLOGY STRANGE CORRELATIONS.............................................................. 1026

CONDITIONALMAMMALIAN............................................................................................ 1028

THE INCREDIBLE SHRINKING TRANSITIONAL SPACE.............................................. 1033

DOGEN’S DIALECTIC OF FOUR WAYS............................................................................... 1033

NOTES — ENVIRONMENTAL GENERATIONAL AMNESIA....................................... 1036

Petros (Greek..................................................................................................................... 1037

"Preta is the Sanskrit......................................................................................................... 1038

DRAWING MIND MAPS........................................................................................................... 1046

NOTES on FLOW – Lesson ideas................................................................................................ 1048

MODALITIES............................................................................................................................... 1049

TRANSCRIPTIONS..................................................................................................................... 1049

Intimacy By Balance Spectrum........................................................................................ 1049

IMAGES OF SCIENCE................................................................................................................ 1050

Saint Lucy........................................................................................................................... 1053

PERPETUAL PARADOX LIVED............................................................................................... 1055

DIALOGUE WITH MYTH AND MEANING........................................................................ 1064

ELC: EPILOGUE and CLOSING THOUGHTS....................................................................... 1064

CLAUDE LÉVI-STRAUSS – MYTH AND MEANING......................................................... 1066

ELC: CONCLUSION, EPILOGUE, CODA, CLOSING THOUGHTS................................ 1085

INITIAL GROUND RULES: INTRODUCTION W BERGSON......................................... 1086

* ULTIMATELY UNPROVABLE THINGS............................................................................. 1088

* STANDING ACCEPTED IDEAS AND FACTS,.................................................................... 1088

* FACT OR FICTION?................................................................................................................ 1088

TWO ORDERS OF ORGANIZATION................................................................................... 1090

Alphabetical & Scāla......................................................................................................... 1090

VOCABULARY–.......................................................................................................................... 1092

MAP of SCIENTIFIC EVOLUTION......................................................................................... 1093

R^ [VERIFYING]  VΦ VfyV°Y................................................................................................ 1094

R^ GLOSSARY • DEFINITIONS • TERMS • VOCABULARY • INDEX......................... 1094

R^ LOGOGRAM, PHONEME, GRAPHEME, MORPHEME.............................................. 1095

R^ THE BRAIN IS AN ENCHANTED LOOM...................................................................... 1098

MYTHOBIOLOGY — NOTES................................................................................................. 1100

THE PROCESS OF MAKING ART........................................................................................... 1101

STACKS.......................................................................................................................................... 1102

STRUCTURES OF THOUGHT AND EVIDENCE................................................................. 1108

MYTHOBIOLOGY and IMAGINATION............................................................................... 1108

A CEREMONY FOR THE SILENT.......................................................................................... 1110

THE DREAMS...................................................... 1110

THE CITY IS AN ELECTRONIC CAVE................................................................................. 1110

PICASSO WAS A GENIUS AT PAINTING.............................................................................. 1111

KUMI MAZE HANDSTANDS.................................................................................................. 1112

*FOLLOWING KUMI SNAKE TONGUE............................................................................... 1113

Skin, Skin, Skin.................................................................................................................... 1114

Dream Analysis.................................................................................................................. 1114

Dream Symbols & Signs:.................................................................................................. 1114

FAMILY, WORDS YOU SPOKE, BEES, & FRESH................................................................ 1115

KUMI BECAME PREGNANT................................................................................................... 1119

BASIC MECHANICS OF ACCURACY................................................................................... 1119

MATT WILSON’S PLACE.......................................................................................................... 1120

A CHARTER BUS ENGULFED IN FLAMES.......................................................................... 1121

WEARING A WATCH NOT MINE......................................................................................... 1121

I Was Wearing A Watch That Was Not Mine................................................................ 1121

Rv^ CHASING ROBERT DE NIRO AROUND MANHATTAN...................................... 1122

I knocked on the door, bringing a piece of cabbage leaf................................................. 1122

*TUESDAY TIME......................................................................................................................... 1123

The splinters of time.......................................................................................................... 1124

I NEVER WANNA BE WHERE I’M AT.................................................................................. 1124

POST-JASON-JUNGIAN ANALYSIS – Notes........................................................................ 1124

GVS & ELC................................................................................................................................... 1124

Guinevere and I were hanging out.................................................................................... 1125

KIRSTEN DEAR CHARTS ELECTRONICS CIRCUITS SWIMMING............................. 1125

Kirsten dear charts electronics circuits swimming......................................................... 1125

ERIN SHOWERING................................................................................................................... 1125

Erin showering with lots of soap........................................................................................ 1125

CASTING CALL WITH MATT DAMON............................................................................... 1126

THE DIFFICULTIES..................................................................................................................... 1126

RIDING A MOTORCYCLE...................................................................................................... 1127

Riding A Motorcycle......................................................................................................... 1127

NEIL DE GRASSE TYSON WAS WALKING......................................................................... 1128

OWL CLAW SLEEPS BY NIGHT WRITING + DREAM3&6.................................................. 1128

DEFINE ALL LEVELS............................................ 1130

1. PREFACE................................................................................................................................... 1130

2. TABLE OF CONTENTS.......................................................................................................... 1130

3. INTRODUCTION................................................................................................................... 1130

4. PERCEPTION........................................................................................................................... 1130

5. REALITY—............................................................................................................................... 1130

Amor fati (Nietzsche); the world as it is (Buddhist)....................................................... 1130

6. EFFECTORS.............................................................................................................................. 1131

7. METAPHOR—Refractive Metaphor..................................................................................... 1131

a. Definition—.................................................................................................................... 1131

b. Refractive—religion, fable, slogan, aphorism, fairytale, folklore, campaigns, beliefs, ethics, all work like a refractive metaphor, as they can be interpreted repeatedly, expanded or condensed contingent to the situation, and scale of relevancy......................................................... 1131

8. MEMORY................................................................................................................................. 1132

a. Definition—.................................................................................................................... 1132

b. Why Memory?............................................................................................................... 1132

b.1. Amnesia....................................................................................................................... 1132

b.2. Functional:  Story & Map........................................................................................... 1132

c.1. Implicit—non-declarative?—def.*hardwired, spatial mapping.............................. 1132

c.2. Explicit—declarative?—def.* plastic, event............................................................ 1132

9. MNEMONEMES..................................................................................................................... 1132

a. Definition—.................................................................................................................... 1132

b. Devices........................................................................................................................... 1132

c. Creates meaningful associations................................................................................... 1132

d. Activates existing memories......................................................................................... 1132

e. Event vs. Location.......................................................................................................... 1132

f. Mnemes........................................................................................................................... 1132

e. Mnemones...................................................................................................................... 1132

10. MYTHOLOGIES—METAMYTHOLOGIES.................................................................... 1132

a. Definition........................................................................................................................ 1132

b. Ancient............................................................................................................................ 1132

c. Metamorphosis through time........................................................................................ 1132

d. Present Remains............................................................................................................ 1132

e. Mythbuilding................................................................................................................... 1132

e.1. New Myths.................................................................................................................. 1132

e.2. Subjective Correlational Externalities....................................................................... 1132

e.3. Mythogony................................................................................................................... 1132

e.4. Mytheme..................................................................................................................... 1132

11. MEANING—.......................................................................................................................... 1132

a. Purpose............................................................................................................................ 1132

b. Skill or Talent?................................................................................................................ 1132

c. Product or Process......................................................................................................... 1132

12. MAPPING & GRAPHING—................................................................................................ 1132

13. UNIFIERS—............................................................................................................................ 1132

14. ORGANIZING AGENTS—................................................................................................. 1132

Fulcrum............................................................................................................................... 1132

Pendulum—refractive metaphors................................................................................ 1132

Inertia.................................................................................................................................. 1133

Motion................................................................................................................................. 1133

Stairs / Slides....................................................................................................................... 1133

15. EXTERNALITIES—............................................................................................................... 1133

Landscapes—physicality; spatial; navigation;.................................................................. 1133

Erosion—As physical conditions eroded by loss of relational relevance, foreign        land syndrome, no cues activated.    1133

Aloof—Indifferent............................................................................................................. 1133

Levels Of Relevancy;........................................................................................................ 1134

Fields Of Inquiry;................................................................................................................ 1134

The Sciences;...................................................................................................................... 1134

Temporal Time;.................................................................................................................. 1134

Chronological Time............................................................................................................ 1134

Perceived Time.................................................................................................................. 1134

Emotional Time.................................................................................................................. 1134

Situational Time................................................................................................................. 1134

Relative Time..................................................................................................................... 1134

18. TIME......................................................................................................................................... 1134

19. SPECTRUM............................................................................................................................. 1134

20. PRISM—prismatic................................................................................................................... 1134

21. MIND....................................................................................................................................... 1134

a. Consciousness—............................................................................................................. 1134

b. A Possible Preconscious................................................................................................. 1134

c. The Subconscious............................................................................................................ 1134

d. The Unconscious............................................................................................................. 1134

22. NATURE—.............................................................................................................................. 1134

23. THE NEW GOD: SUBCONSCIOUS*................................................................................. 1134

24. OPERATIONAL MODELS.................................................................................................. 1134

a. Death—From breath, to heart beat, to brain wave activity...................................... 1134

b. Life—.............................................................................................................................. 1134

c. Love—relationships; birth; overpopulation................................................................... 1134

25. APARATUS OF CONTAINMENT..................................................................................... 1134

26. MUTUAL MEMBRANE OF CONTACT........................................................................... 1134

27. GLOSSARY............................................................................................................................. 1134

28. INDEX...................................................................................................................................... 1134

29. REFERENCES......................................................................................................................... 1134

ORGANIZING AGENTS......................................... 1135

REFRACTIVE METAPHOR     R°[Met]................................................................................. 1135

ORGANIZING AGENTS or AGENTS OF ORGANIZATION?......................................... 1135

UNDEFINED (Agents)................................................................................................................. 1135

DEFINED (Agents)....................................................................................................................... 1136

NEOLOGISMS............................................................................................................................. 1137

SCALE............................................................................................................................................ 1137

R. DAWKINS................................................................................................................................ 1142

EINSTEIN QUOTES.................................................................................................................... 1142

GOD AND UNCONSCIOUS..................................................................................................... 1144

MNEMONECOLOGICALENTANGLEMENT................................................................... 1146

PARADOX CONSTANT............................................................................................................ 1146

PARADOX CONSTANT DEF.................................................................................................... 1147

PARADOX CONSTANT & MNEMONIC............................................................................. 1148

MEMORY IMPERATIVE........................................................................................................... 1149

RECALL TRINITY...................................................................................................................... 1150

Glossary MYTHOLOGY............................................................................................................. 1153

MYTHOLOGIES ARE FOOTPRINTS..................................................................................... 1167

CODEX & GLOSSARY........................................... 1167

CDX LEXICON............................................................................................................................ 1167

CDX................................................................................................................................................ 1169

EARLIEST RECALLED MEMORY.......................................................................................... 1170

DEFINITIONS.............................................................................................................................. 1170

SYNECDOCHE............................................................................................................................ 1170

CARL G. JUNG............................................................................................................................. 1171

WALLS BUILT FOR LADDERS................................................................................................. 1173

OPTIC LETTER COMPRESSION TO ABSURD PROPORTIONS..................................... 1174

ATLAS AD INFINITUM............................................................................................................. 1174

ALL THOUGHT IS ORIGINAL................................................................................................ 1176

THE TRAPS................................................................................................................................... 1176

ALLCORRESPONDINGSHAPES......................................................................................... 1176

MAPPING SCALES...................................................................................................................... 1177

☉♁ POTENTIALCODEXLEXICONS................................................................................... 1178

COGNITIVE TECHNOLOGY.................................................................................................. 1180

Orders of Metaphor Evolved & Indexed..................................................................................... 1183

THE FORMENTAURA — DEFINITIONS.............................................................................. 1183

ARBOR AXIS, BODY OF LEAVES –........................................................................................ 1185

GRAPHMNE DARKCHILD –................................................................................................... 1186

ETYMOLOGY...................................................... 1187

Atlas....................................................................................................................... 1187

Photo....................................................................................................................... 1187

-graph..................................................................................................................... 1188

Eye.......................................................................................................................... 1188

Vela........................................................................................................................ 1188

Numinous............................................................................................................... 1188

Zoe......................................................................................................................... 1189

Zo-.......................................................................................................................... 1189

bio-.......................................................................................................................... 1189

Glossary Tekhne.................................................................................................... 1189

Technology Etymology......................................................................................... 1189

Technology............................................................................................................. 1190

Field (n.)................................................................................................................. 1191

field (v.).................................................................................................................. 1192

Mythopoetics, n..................................................................................................... 1193

Scāla....................................................................................................................... 1193

Scale Def................................................................................................................ 1193

Synecdoche............................................................................................................ 1197

COMPREHEND.................................................................................................. 1197

MORPHEME....................................................................................................... 1197

Mneme (OED)...................................................................................................... 1200

Mnemosyne........................................................................................................... 1200

Moneta (Wiki)....................................................................................................... 1200

THE MAJOR OLYMPIANS.............................................................................. 1201

Ad Hoc................................................................................................................... 1205

Alliteration............................................................................................................. 1206

SuiGeneris............................................................................................................ 1207

CDX TMB VoA Abbreviations W.I.P................................................................. 1215

GLOSSARY TMB Terms............................................................................................................. 1216

TMB ORDERS METAPHOR..................................................................................................... 1218

EVOLVED&  INDEXED.......................................................................................................... 1218

TERMS — American Psychological Association........................................................................ 1227

ORGANIZE AND EDIT............................................................................................................. 1230

REFERENCES....................................................... 1233

RES^ WORMWOOD.................................................................................................................. 1233

HUMAN............................................................................................................................ 1234

HU....................................................................................................................................... 1235

The Seventh Seal—the Trumpets..................................................................................... 1235

SCALE (Social Sciences)............................................................................................................... 1236

BUCKY........................................................................................................................................... 1239

TENSEGRITY - THE GEOMETRY OF THINKING............................................................. 1240

Books and Films that inspired Ex_Machina.................................................................................. 1243

SCIENTIFIC METHOD.............................................................................................................. 1246

KNOWLEDGE.............................................................................................................................. 1246

METAPHOR................................................................................................................................. 1247

TOPOTHESIA MORPHEUS MORPHEME REF.................................................................... 1258

DAEMON REF............................................................................................................................. 1261

HEIDDEGER................................................................................................................................. 1265

Heidegger's Notion Of Gestell............................................................................ 1265

SPECTROGRAPHY/  SPECTROSCOPY................................................................................ 1274

HOW ARE MEMORIES SAVED?............................................................................................ 1274

HOW DOES BACKGROUND NOISE AFFECT OUR CONCENTRATION?................. 1275

KARL POPPER.............................................................................................................................. 1275

On The Scientific Method................................................................................................. 1275

LETTING GO – TECHNIQUE –............................................................................................... 1276

WHY DO HERMITS SCRATCH THEIR SKIN..................................................................... 1278

PROSE................................................................ 1279

TO MY ABIZIANKA,................................................................................................................. 1279

EMERGENT FISH AND ANTS................................................................................................. 1280

BIG EAR......................................................................................................................................... 1281

Øl°son – with coy demure................................................................................................. 1281

FIRST AID...................................................................................................................................... 1282

VOICE MEMOS TRANSCRIBED............................................................................................ 1308

CORRESPONDENCE............................................. 1309

BEN — ROUGH DRAFT............................................................................................................ 1309

QUALIA IS A FANCY WORD.................................................................................................. 1316

SELFISH GENE............................................................................................................................. 1319

BEN & CATHERINE.................................................................................................................. 1321

DEAR ANNA................................................................................................................................ 1323

Dear Brett,...................................................................................................................................... 1325

EMAILS w JC — TMB................................................................................................................. 1327

ATW ESSAYS....................................................... 1331

“Perspective”.................................................................................................................................. 1331

Drawings and Sculptures................................................................................................................ 1333

Canopy Activity............................................................................................................................. 1334

Cinema Folia................................................................................................................................... 1335

White Cube Hoxton....................................................................................................................... 1338

Every Eye sees differently as the Eye.......................................................................................... 1339

AnOther Magazine........................................................................................................................ 1340

Biennial............................................................................................................................................ 1340

Whitney Biennial 2004................................................................................................................... 1342

Symbology of the Line................................................................................................................... 1343

Sensitive Chaos, Delicate Empiricism and Epic Dust................................................................. 1344

Settlements Intro........................................................................................................................... 1346

The Stars Are The Matrix Of All Planets.................................................................................... 1347

Tom Morton on Ernesto Caivano................................................................................................. 1349

Interview with Michael Joo........................................................................................................... 1352

Interview with Sebastien............................................................................................................... 1367

CV / BIO............................................................. 1371

ENDNOTES......................................................... 1377

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ATW  OVERVIEW

 

After the Woods is an unconventional narrative that explores mythology, nature, poetry, science, and ecology in the way that we live them, and captures the interrelationships between these seemingly separate fields.

 

Taking the form of an illuminated manuscript for both adults and children, the story and intricate drawings introduce the landscape of the woods as an alternate reality; a fantastical internal field informed by country lore, the fancy of fairytales and modern science.  

 

The visual elements of the story reflect its hybridity, combining both western and eastern aesthetics. Stylistically, the intricate drawings borrow from art nouveau, modernist abstraction, Japanese prints, and fractal geometry.

 

Within this scenario, a man and woman, Versus and Polygon, are reunited after nearly a thousand years of separation, framed in time by the era of chivalry and the remote future.

 

Their separation is the pulp of the story, in which Versus becomes a knight in armor with the power to attract the entirety of the elements of the natural order, while Polygon, metamorphoses into a spaceship that similarly to the knight, gravitates to herself the vast participants in the aviatory / space travel technological order.

 

She propels the advancement of intelligence in technological development; whilst he speeds the evolutionary growth of plant life to absurd proportions.

 

The forest they inhabit, inclusive of its creatures, are all affected, and in their own right, develop the privilege of magic, levitation, alchemy, cloning, digitization, and intuitive intelligence.

 

All the drawings presuppose realize the characters, creatures, elements, and events inhabiting the alchemic forest.

 

[Elaborate the plot of the story from beginning, middle to end here.]

 

Nano War, Considering Armor, Diamond Meat Feast, Wife Disappearance, Into Woods, Night to Knight, Love of Philapores, Chevelure Modernism, Feeding Frenzy, Mothership Tree, Last Escape, and Shell Union comprise some of the chapters to this story.

 

ARTIST / WRITER BIO:

 

 

Ernesto Caivano is known for his fantastical, narrative-based ink drawings. A natural storyteller, writer and artist Ernesto Caivano conceives of his work as part of an ongoing illustrated epic, titled "After the Woods." Taking cues from classical myth, medieval folklore, romantic poetry, fantasy, and science fiction, Caivano's meandering, sweeping fairytale centers on star-crossed lovers. Over the course of 1,000 years, the prince matures into a knight in shining armor, while his paramour transforms into a spaceship. Stylistically, Caivano's intricate drawings borrow from art nouveau, modernist abstraction, Japanese prints, and fractal geometry.

 

A collection of Caivano’s drawings with essays was published by Pioneer Works in 200...

Caivano’s work has recently been published in Intercourse...

 

 

Caivano's work has been the subject of solo shows at Richard Heller Gallery in Santa Monica, White Cube in London and at MoMA PS1 in New York, where his site-specific mural In the Woods (2004) is permanently installed in one of the building's stairwells. He has also been included in notable group exhibitions such as No New Thing Under the Sun (2010) at the Royal Academy in London, The Compulsive Line: Etching 1900 to Now at the Museum of Modern Art (2006), Greater New York 2005 at MoMA PS1, and the 2004 Whitney Biennial.

 

 

ATW   CHAPTERS JC

 

I. Nanowar vs. Arboreal

      1. Incantations (Nano war vs Arboreal)

      2. Intuition expansion

      3. The mutual membrane of contact (MMC)

      4. Solvent People

 

II. Considering Armor

III. Wife Disappearance

IV. Into Woods

V. Night to Knight

VI. Diamond Meat Feast

VII. Love of Philapores

VIII. Chevelure Modernism

IX. Feeding Frenzy

X. Mothership Tree

XI. Last Escape

XII. Shell Union

XIII. Echo Gambit

XIV. Inverted Womb

XV.

1.

The INCANTATIONS & INVOCATIONS of GRAPHEMNE DARKERCHILD

 

Nanowar vs. Arboreal

 

 

There is some kind of fury in me and it wants to destroy the whole system rather than address the problem at hand, Polygon. I know better, but it wants it more. Please forgive my creations, they will persecute you while the land feels your landings. Shed all your skin upon us, so that we may evolve in your code. Versus has gone deep into the forest, seeking the 23 black stallions. They will show you a way to a home outside this land, deep within its roots. The forest controls the arboreal neural networks, and they are intuiting him so possess the dawn. Twilight’s architecture will be yours. As sun sets, and moon tugs rivers, Mnemosyne will unveil the whispers of the land, that they may invoke the refractive metaphors. Take my graphemes, do as you will. There’s a tree whose bark opens like a door, we call it Arbor Axis, Body of Leaves, and inscribed within it—all the genomes endowed to the land.  My gentle inhabitant, beware the Nanowar, and settle the weary eyes.  We will meet soon again in the granite face of Mount Chromachronos. The sensible atmosphere awaits your passage, fly high beyond the shadows, and don’t mind the “shadow people,” they are only bound to it, but don’t shape it, Nyx is their ruler. I will disperse high in the Troposphere out of reach of Techne, all the Assembly Codes. It’s all I can do for now.

 

 

With these last words, Graphemne Darkchild, warden of the night, broke into millions of fibers, transformed into blades of grass, and slowly descended into the field, homeostatic brush work, blended by a raking wind, and gone.

 

 

Polygon awoke to these words, resonant inside her. In the frail fog of this dream, she still felt the embrace in the arms of Graphemne.  She was covered by condensates of water—a deposit of morning dew. For the brief moment it took to articulate some kind of movement, realizing where she was, her eyes focused on a shallow area of her skin, where through droplets, saw refracted by the miniature lenses, the whole of a distant forest outline.  The irregular jagged edges of the silhouetted trees, appeared to be fabric torn and weathered by the fraying of years, yielding a threadbare quality, where the sun begun to break open holes, she now saw as the horizon line, breaking into color.  Dawn still illuminated by the liminal tempo of Helios, an announcement of warm tone washes, the skytone revealed in drowned phthalo-greens, but the stars held their placement among a breathable cobalt that seemed to bring all the earth to float by its endless amplitude, much deeper that any sky, and further that eyes could fathom. There was no ending point. No drawn lines to measure.  

     

Everything glistened in her eyes.   Dislocated.  Unscaled.  It called for more.

    

In her thoughts, she heard the word “verses/versus” and turned her head to locate her husband, but only found Graphemne, the apparition still sleeping, who made no impression on her, and in her haze remained recumbent and protected. Polygon was rising out of the Hypnos. (1)

 

 

That’s when she first realized she was levitating above the ground, as if held by the warmth of a love for the child. She had indeed conceived a new life. This was the first morning after Polygon and Versus had entitled their life to motherhood and fatherhood. It was a simple beginning.  

      Graphemne was adopted to this world when he turned one, by the goddess of memory, Mnemosyne, and her alter sub-conscious Mnemograph; they always confided in each, all the details of their realms, along with her husband, Anemos Gk.ƒ “wind.”  His horse’s name was Anima.                                                     

 

 

(1)  HYPNOS : Greek for Sleep — Somnus, in Roman, Latin — Wikipedia ref. 08.20.2014.1652  Home dwelling place — Hypnos lives in a cave, whose mansion does not see the rising, nor the setting sun, nor does it see the "lightsome noon." At the entrance were a number of poppies and other hypnotic plants. His dwelling had no door or gate so that he might not be awakened by the creaking of hinges. The river, Lethe, in the underworld, is known as the river of forgetfulness and it flows through his cave.[3]   Family—  Hypnos lived next to his twin brother, Thanatos (Θάνατος, "death personified") in the underworld.  Hypnos' mother was Nyx (Νύξ, "Night"), the deity of Night, and his father was Erebus, the deity of Darkness. Nyx was a dreadful and powerful goddess, and even Zeus feared entering her realm. His wife, Pasithea, was one of the youngest of the Graces and was promised to him by Hera, who is the goddess of marriage and birth. Pasithea is the deity of hallucination or relaxation.   Hypnos' three sons known as the Oneiroi, which is Greek for "dreams."   Morpheus is the Winged God of Dreams and can take human form in dreams.  Phobetor is the personification of nightmares and created scary dreams, he could take the shape of any animal such as bears or tigers.   Phantasus was known for creating fake dreams and dreams full of illusion.   Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos appeared in the dreams of kings. The Oneiroi lived at the shores of the Ocean in the West, in a cave. They had two gates with which to send people dreams. One was made of ivory and the other was made from buckhorn. However, before they could do their work and send out the dreams, first their father, Hypnos, had to put the people to sleep.

                                                                                                                       

Consciousness is overrated. All these wondrous phenotypic results of compressing personal history, pedantic constructs, while the world builds distance to itself, by filling vacant realms with explications and concrete weeds. There is a rapture awaiting, an ascent of climactic method. Moore’s Law is coming to closure, with that indivisible finish line when we control and shape the very substance holding us in unity—the atom. The graph, which shows the accelerating rate of return, is near vertical, like a ski jump in reverse, we climb defying gravity building momentum, and the orgiastic end awaits. But between human and nature, this totem of man and woman, who goes first? The patchwork of solutions we invent solve the neurosis we create by pursuing the lines, but we’ll need more. We always need a higher, loftier achievement.

 

 

Perhaps one of the things to go into extinction with be the drive to survive and we will simply be, as we have been all along, and awake, as a society from this perverse dream that promises at each turn, morning to wake us into a new day.  Why do we fix all that is unbroken, and so destroy in order to save. What would peace be without the regrets and fears of war, creating need for what there is none, and depleting what is finite. She will cycle us back into her crust, furnace us with molten care, cry her lava on the land where we will be deposited thousands of years from now as stone, and water and wind can have their way, towards another ascent into sand. For all our ingenuity, we will become the sand grains children build with, and the tides admonish to keep it’s beaches polished.

 

 

Give me cloud and fury, for those are waves and lightning. Spirals and currents.  Bolts to rip trees in half, each end tugging the line. Whatever life may be, it unfolds as we tread on a tight-wire playing. Bed is an even number, four being ideal. Four hands held for a lifetime.  

 

Graphene — carbon crystalline allotrope with 2D properties.

Grapheme — how to make the smallest sound, and put that into a character.

Graphyne

Graphane

Graphite — carbon compressed what’s made my art possible all the years.

 

 

INTUITION EXPANSION

 

James Lovelock, now regarded as the father of the environmentalist movement, and through science showing how Earth is one gigantic, self-regulating organism, today, we don’t dispute this as his colleges once did. By 1970, while working on experiments to test life on Mars, along with Carl Sagan and other world renowned scientists, he asked a simple question: how are we defining life? All the tests, which would leave our planet and land on Mars, were testing for life as we understood it on Earth, testing for terrestrial life. His insight, which consequently had him expelled from the team, would be turned to question the very notion of life on earth. He concluded at the time, that life was an organism that could self-regulate, by using the resources which were readily available. He posited that a desert self regulates through the shifting of sand-dune migratory patterns. That the atmosphere was live and a function of much larger systems. However, life as defined at the time, required an organism to be able to convert, store energy, and self-replicate like a bacteria feeding on sugar. Procreation under his view was not life, but self-regulation of the organism was. The shift would be to look at not giving birth, but at maintaining the level of population, or a family’s heritage moving in time. What mattered was not the finding of how we multiplied, but how we stabilized this replication. How we continue to carry our family name into the future. Birth, and procreation, are necessary, but are not what defines life. He argued that by looking at how something self-regulates you could then infer life of some kind. People didn’t like the implications. So after leaving the team to probe potential life on Mars, he turned the same questions onto Earth. Does Earth, or Gaia as he called it, and consequently became the title for his first book, spoke of the organic mechanisms that regulate our atmosphere, keep the air breathable, sustain life, control temperature ranges, regulate vegetable growth, and in turn starts the cycle again, or rather, completes our view of the ecosystem. Earth, as it turned out was one enormous super-ecosystem, and us humans, little players among its many stages. As Earth was once considered the center of the universe, and then the sun, and after it further evolved until presently, where we know through empirical observation that we are a little spec, in a swarm of billion little specs we call the milky way galaxy, which is a little spec in itself, among billions of other such formations. We don’t have to accept this view or model of the universe, because it was taught to us early on, we inherited this view, and the dramatic counterpoint, to illustrate how radical shifting the Earth-centristic view to a heliocentric view would be to reverse it. Take the cosmos as we understand it now, and imagine scientist discover that the universe is an illusion, created by the radiation of the sun on our atmosphere let’s say, and so Earth is discovered to be at the center of the universe, and all the other galaxies, including the milky way, are actually not real. We are at the center and the few planets and sun are all there is, revolving around us only. That’s all there is. It seems rather bleak, doesn’t it? To shrink what we have learned over the last 500 years, only to discard that information, which is tantamount to throwing out all the experiments, and tools of observation which allowed us to see how large the universe truly is. It appears that once we go down the rabbit hole, as did Alice in Wonderland, it only gets stranger, and we can’t stop our descent, but rather we must see our way through until we emerge on the other side of it, or to make an analogy, wake-up from the dream.

                                               

Lovelock questioned our role on Earth, and much like Galileo debunked Earth as the central entity, displacing homo sapiens as the central species. We would not destroy Earth, but rather render it unhabitable as consequence of our own life-sustaining needs, “life” being self-regulation marred by our inability to self-regulate ourselves. Today, in 2014, this view is not as dramatically disputed, due in part to experimental outcomes, and proof, which he predicted, of the role of the atmosphere on the planet. If it gets too hot here, it will kill off the life form that caused that heat increase, and thereafter slowly cool back down. Earth has it’s own particular time scale of cycles it abides, and we are on that track as well, regardless of how clever we may be in monitoring our activities on the planet. It took 40 years for the Lovelock’s crazy idea to become establishment and lose it’s potency of shock, as with Jupiter’s four moons, how this discovery almost killed Galileo. Today it’s but a sand grain in a sand box, and actually, we have multiplies the number of satellites known to orbit Jupiter without any real dispute over its significance. The moons are not the point, they only revealed a similar structure where planetary spheres orbited another central planet. There was another thing that looked like Earth. As the heavens were explained by the forces of the Gods, there was another God outside the Catholic forces of the day, so Galileo retracted his findings.

                                   

Intuition works this way. We find new and seemingly inaccessible evidence that refutes and undermines the current view, the view, which ironically, has built a foundation of perception which has undermined its very structure. We build new platforms to understand the world, and those very platforms unravel themselves, challenge our deductions, and so we build new structures, more powerful still, to delve deeper, prove to such unimaginable depths that we there will find our answers, but of course, this only refracts the question further, and the process starts again. As sophisticated as we may seem as a species, at the very front of every field of scientific inquiry and art, culture and religion, humanity and philosophies, we still ask the same questions, only they are veiled in adult life, and unfortunately, where once the why was asked in wonder, the majority of the why’s are asked to understand how to control the hostile environment. We need to know why this works this way to predict it, and be safe. The child by asking his/her why, is declaring an unspoken sense of safety, that of the parent or person to whom the question is proposed. At their scale of life, they are not yet concerned with the necessary worries the parents have of maintaining and self-regulating shelter, food, health.

                                               

The kid therefore is asking why, and we see wonder, and we remember that feeling. What follows is speculation, interpretation, and imagination.

                                                                                                           

Children are not innocent, as heroic gestures, from the view of the person having performed the heroism, will often say, “I didn’t have a choice in the matter”. Is then courage, courageous, when we are cornered into reacting and our response may appear courageous, but in fact was beyond any capacity of us deciding to confront, consciously a situation we otherwise would have avoided. Children’s innocence is not innocent, as it doesn't yet have its opposite, and as any parent knows, they are not so innocent as they appear. It is we, the adults that perceive the child as innocent, and from this perspective, it is accurate, the child is innocent to ask anything, and we forgive it, we don’t take it personally, because, ultimately, we dismiss anything they say that would be improper, as them not knowing any better. But have an adult say a similar thing, and we take that statement to be full of implication, personal, and that they should know better. What follows of course, is the birth of justice, and so until 18 years of age, we have decreed that adult responsibility is placed on hold. The lost of innocence ramping up until such age, at which point, having graduated from high school, one is propelled into the realm of negotiating the speculations of powerful adults, their beliefs, and how one will one integrate themselves into such system. When we see an adult, questioning as a child, we admire in disbelief that such a state occurs, and we begin to speculate how that may be possible, or we simply conclude it’s the workings of a genius, or madman. In other words, the mind, or mind, is playing a musical sonata, in the key of genius, ingenuity, or madness.

                                               

It takes time for the views of madmen, of children, to make sense, but there is always a reason behind the questioning, not a concrete reason in the realm of common causality, but rather, and to make a simple example, you could ask the child: why did you ask me why about the ants? You’ll get some sort of answer, whether it makes sense or not, or whether it further illuminates the mysterious nature of wonder, both are possible, and most probable. The definition of “reason” here is not that there exists a clear path showing how we arrived at a certain understanding, or view of a thing, but rather, that the reason is life a road that leads to a stream of water, and having arrived at the stream a person asks you what is reason for you having arrived here. You could offer, it’s the road, I followed the trail and ended up here, or I was lost, and saw a path so took it, or I was hot and wanted to swim. The apparent causes for the person arriving at the destination, are not always in the physical elements we see being negotiated along the way to the destination, i.e., in this case, destination is synonymous with our foci of inquiry. My point is that we attribute causes and reasons to physically concrete areas, guided by psychological filter, physical ones, or other is irrelevant; finding the moments in childhood that lead up to behavior tendencies, is not a cause, nor does it explain the reason. I’m not dismissing these filters, as they are useful tools of inquiry, they aid in our wonderment, and curiosity.

                                               

The path that defines the causality of a thing, or interaction, is always delegated by the tools that filter such view, and this is accepted in quantum physics, as an inevitable consequence, the experimenter, the very nature of conducting the experiment changes it. The causes have been affected, and what’s important here, is that we see how for the first time, in scientific experiments, people are talking about concrete experiences as being caused and altered by the very presence of a point of view. How we ask what caused this thing, will shape the answer. What we are calling causality, is only the product of where we have looked. We define causality by shaping our perception to fit the very thing we are looking at, and given our present limitations, imagination, and technology, we will be limited, until we evolve another answer, and say this made that work such way. False. We made that deduction up, and no matter how concrete is seems, it is at once true, and false. As Einstein’s theories are true to the scales of the cosmos, they are false in many ways at the scale of the quanta. His explanation for the causes, have limitations.

                                               

Go back in time about 3,ooo years, and ask why the sun rises and sets everyday, and you’ll get an answer, a causal answer, which will reveal much about the culture you are visiting in your mind at the moment. Perhaps it RA, sun god, or Helios, or any number of personified deities attributed to guiding inexplicable forces, and cycles. Where we recognize patterns, we offer up explanations, to help remember the them, but this is a form of mnemonic. We build stories, narratives, and they in turn help us remember what’s meaningful in them. Then things change, and the stories don’t fit any more, they don’t explain the causes. How did life being? A god created everything? Big bang theory? The mystery of the universe? The void? All these are correct. All these questions will created specific causal connections we may be able to prove, by recreating them, or not. And as we know, even though science can re-create, or rather, re-cre-act something, it too is subject to new insights, which will generally require a reinterpretation of the pov which created it.

                                               

Cause is only a reflection of our perceptive language. Cause too is subject to discrimination. This discrimination is, not only “represent”, it is the very limit that we define, every time we engage in a dialogue or inquiry about the world, or at home, or internally. It is the scale which we choose to function in and from there view the world. The child’s view has no limits to this scale, so the why’s reflect the zooming in and out of topics the way that we can navigate earth google maps. Our frustration is when the resolution stops, and we can no longer zoom in more, or we can’t turn the camera around and zoom outward. Always a limit. The child by asking why and why, is navigating in exactly the same way, but independent of a screen, which for adult is the proxy of mind, and the image set of another causal explanation made physical and available to other. Earth google is identical to Ovid’s Metamorphosis, in function. The child’s imagination will use the screen, that surrogate to the internal image set, and external image set beyond our immediate field of view, the child will adopt pretty much anything. The scale is open. The adult however, has limits at this scale, and those limits are sometimes the exchange of detail and resolution for the overall, we specialize and focus, refract that focal point, enlarge it to fit our computer screen, and now that image of a neuron is the same size as the image of a tree on another screen. Scale changes. The child navigate both without context. This is the reason for wonder and intuitional grace.

                                               

Exploring without context renders meaningless many things, if not everything, in that field of observation. The child gets a free pass in doing so. But the adult needs results. When we navigate without context the patterns we will discover will not be filtered of guided by particular predispositions we have consciously set in place. We are not looking at a landscape and thinking about geological evolution, or climate, nor as an ornothologist looking for birds. There is no context, no art, no depiction, simply playing. This is the innocence, what we call it, in kids, and as adults we still do this constantly, but perceive it to be something else, so we define it as something that’s impractical and dismiss it. That choice has consequences. It creates the parameters of the context by eliminating potential emergent insights about what we may encounter in the future. Highly intuitive has come to mean different things in light of technology. But a highly intuitive person, carries certain connotations. How did that person know, ahead of most, before they could explain, that this was the right thing to follow. How does a grandmaster chess player, having infinite possibilities in choice, arrive at one. Intuition is the summation of all that we have understood up until that moment to be meaningful, relevant in the context where intuition blooms, it is an accumulation of pattern recognition in space, physical phenomena, and in time, which is the transformation of these forms, pattern recognition exists outside real time, real space, and reality, yet it is the only window we have into our world, and life. It will shape how you see the whole of your experience of this so called thing we name existence, life, and so forth.

                                               

How can something that does not exist in real time, real space, or reality, account for how our perception is shaped, defines our sense of time, space, and reality, and from there build our experience, and so define our world in that process? How is self-fulfilling prophecy a factor here? It is a particular paradigm filter. It shapes all elements into a metaphorical construct, that of the narrative, and files away all information, only according to the model, the software’s language and code. That self-fulfilment is the belief that shapes the view. Change the narrative, and the belief structure is in turn also changed. Remove a belief or narrative filter, and there will be no particular context to function by. So how does this relate to intuition. And seeing patterns in time, space, matter (material form)? We shape by employing language, by first learning the codes, then using them to write more, a mirror of our experience, but never the thing we are writing, is the experience, but a representation. So intuition without context is also without language, without code. The patterns recognized are not guided by a set of language attributes to meaning. Circles which are sacred, let’s say, now have no context, so the next eclipse of the moon, the merging of two circles, will not represent obscuring the circle. The circle seen in nature is now another form to look at and ask why? all over again as the child does. No narrative needed to help remember that the circle is a good thing. But how do we transmit patterns we recognize that are useful and helpful in our life, to our children so they know that the red dot plant is poisonous, and the white is healthy. We make a little story of the evil red dot and the white dot, and the white dot made the little child strong and able to fly, and the little red dot plant froze the child forever inside a tree.

                                               

In the child’s mind, as we know through wave brain analysis, they exists mostly in a state of Θ, which is dreamy, the dreamworld and reality are indistinguishable. They believe the story as though it was physically real. And in some exchange it is. But it is not literal. Physical analogues are not literal analogues. Intuition plays with physical analogues, literal, and metaphoric analogues, by removing the properties and bringing the set of filters, the imposed analogue filters to Zero. It’s being in a vacuum and in the world simultaneously. Thought is action and action is thought, words are biology, and biology are words, the physical is mapped internally and internally experienced maps the physical world, inside is outside and outside is inside. Innocence removes the binary, dualistic shifts in percept. Our looking defines, and our defining looks a certain way.

                                               

Who believes magic to be real? How is magic believed? The child is astounded, the adult looks for how the illusion was created. The child will take the illusion to be real, since his reality is already magical in its acceptance of alternate narrative, where the adult, knows illusions exist and filters accordingly. The magic becomes a composite of clever technique, an art, which is to say an artifice, artifact, that represents some harmony with the real. As a spectator, the magic is preserved as long as the secret is kept obscure. It’s not meant to be revealed. In art, there is a responsibility as in science, to replenish mystery too, by returning more or equal amounts that were uncovered. The system that self-regulates in biology, also exists in the metaphysical, psychesphere, and requires composting, and tiling, replenishing the soil which formed nutrients into edible life. Cultural artifacts produce form that is equally consumable internally, and they in turn also replenish the ground which produced them. In magic it’s keeping the trick unsolvable, and in art, it’s the removal of the creator, the art object, or expression goes beyond, and lived independent of the creator and artist itself, thus able to continue inspiring. If this relationship is lost, the art loses its function and only becomes a proxy, a fiduciary stand-in to the value attributed to the thing. The thingness, like a dollar bill, only holds value as long as it represents the agreed state of that value. When it’s seen as a piece of paper with green ink on it, it’s value is altered and would parallel that of Monopoly money. Context again, yet here, the context is defined out of the relationship between the effect and affect the gesture and illusion can sustain, and further enhanced by how inhuman the art appears to be, the conclusion, the craft is skilled to a degree it becomes impossible to imagine a person making it. And in life, as with people like Martin Luther King or Gandhi, it seems impossible to image that someone lived that life. The greater this incomprehensibility is to grasp, between the real and the image of that we have, the greater the wonder.

                                                           

Imago :

1 : an insect in its final, adult, sexually mature, and typically winged state

2 : an idealized mental image of another person or the self

L : imago : an imitation, copy of a thing, an image, likeness.

[note : the image of the thing is never the thing itself, but often, the image which represent the actual, is taken far beyond its context and intention, then adopted as the thing itself; that which it represented now is incarnated into the representation, and the original thing it depicted becomes obsolete. Ask what is reality, and to paraphrase Murakami, it’s the chain of metaphors used to describe the state of reality by another state, and this continual relational drive creates more links in the chain of all realities, and together, the metaphoric chain as a whole represent the feeling of the real, but never able to stand solid as the real, only create the texture we experience, and speak of when we state that something is felt to be real, and not illusory or fantasy, it’s what we could also refer to as believable, without further inquiry, or when we accept a fictional narrative judge the quality of likeness to the experiences we have witnessed first hand, and can assign by conjecture, that was so realistic.

[expand by relating the phenomena uncanny valley in fiction and CGI; also amplify the uncanny.]

 

 

The uncanny valley, briefly defined, is imitation taken to such extreme, but ultimately failing, the closeness in resemblance creates a heightened state of comparison, and seeing that the imitation is not the real, a repulsion is experienced. Making an image that fails in representation likeness but allows the viewer to know it’s not real, allows for the suspension of disbelief to exist unchallenged, and the narrative then can be transmitted. In the uncanny valley, this state of disbelief is what’s refuted and by dependency to likeness to convince the narrative, the story is also rejected. In this case it’s better to leave a large gap between likeness and believability. Unless the technology can resemble the real, by creating a hyper-real image, as with current 3D technology in film. Films like Gravity, or ___, where at the moment of experience, as a viewer you forget yourself, and lose yourself in the image, and the technology becomes invisible, and only exists as a transmission. Great art always renders the technology invisible, the medium disappears, and so does the traces of the creator. This is exactly what we experience in magic. Successful art, stories, science, gesture in life, etc., all have in common this state of magic, a believable experience, but a consequent, unattainable explanation of how it was made. The imitation focused on the scale of narrative, where affect is transmitted, through the Mutual Membranes of Contact.

Image : origin : imagine, L : imagin-, imago, imitari imitate

                                               

Mago : Spanish for magician

 

MUTUAL MEMBRANE OF CONTACT

 

 

The Mutual Membrane of Contact is a conceptual interaction, which occurs in real life, but exists at various scales in time, space, and perception, including dreams, visions, realizations. As with the difficulty of describing in any concrete and physical terms, what love is as a thing, or where it’s located, so to the MMC is a relationship between states and objects, it is the bridge, or the fields we go through that define specific states, i.e., between day and night, twilight and dawn, between exterior and interior body, the skin. MMC is defined by the terms, but also defined by where two separately perceived things are found to relate, or come against another. How porous, or how capable the MMC is able to allow exchange of information, defines the quality of MMC. MMC is part of a larger view, a component of The Apparatus of Containment, TAC, which is how we define a border, or container, and it’s efficacy, contingent of it’s purpose. An astronaut suit, a cup, a soccer ball. They all contain something intended with a certain quality that allows functionality.

                                               

(TAC) C + Ef / Pu [ (Container + Efficacy ) ÷ Purpose ] defines TAC

                                               

TAC sees the membrane as a practical technology to ascribe purpose and a function.

MMC observes the membrane as a bridge between the container and contained, efficacy and purpose are fluctuating variables.

 

 

                                               

SOLVENT PEOPLE

 

 

Most of us are focused on their own troubles and being unorganized, and without means, they make difficult choices based on more pressing needs than at the guiding primacy of balancing out a country or the continent, or the world.  The means that created these forms, want to continue making these forms, and rather than invent new ways of relating, we do what is more satisfying in the short term—innovation.  Helping the speed rate of innovative solutions, focuses attention solely on the object but not the overall implication, or the subject or the matter. Things change, and myopic drives, don’t have inherent tolerances to recheck the external conditions.  It happens to with art, and with most people as the generations, younger in age, naïve, supplant the elder, more frugal, in this consumer based economy, flow is the life, and the stoppage of capital currency, would destroy the economy, so in addition to money and good being solvent, so have we become at the mercy of the system we created.  As monsieur guillotine died by beheading on the very device he invented.  To quote Morpheus, “fate it seems, is not without a sense of irony.”—The Matrix.

 

 

If there is to be nature, we will recreact her ways.  For reenactment is not recreation, but a twofold fiction, and so we recreact, and react to our disposition, which no longer predisposed in nature we step on the glass mirror and the water draws away.

 

Our blood is fluid ligno.

 

Passing the cold night

watching over little ones

asleep in the nest –

ingratitude is something

only human beings know.

Samuki yo no

negura no tori no

yakume tori

on o shiranu wa

hito koso arikeri.

 

 

KNIGHT TO NIGHT

 

 

Death.  Darkness.  A view from within. Behind the skull, from within the socket, the light fading to emptiness.  This concept and chapter potentially deals with the realization of the kill, being a survivor to the duel, living with the responsibility of taking someone’s breath away, and replacing their existence with the continuity of a memory and a physiological change in the one standing; a kill without an enemy, without injustice, a mutual respect for the human need towards blood and satisfaction.  

 

 

DIAMOND MEAT FEAST proposes a similar structured relationship towards this type of consumption, assimilation of the released notion of chivalry, and foreshadowing death of the knight. An action in slow motion, a death reaching a state of stillness, of complete serenity, and silence; ultimately, a release of all tension, an orgasm, linked between four eyes. Gazing deep within a forest as all light is sucked and distributed on branches, moss, bark, the underside of the canopy. You will always be my king. The moon over the forest, through the web branches streaking on the mapped starry sky, tugs a lightness of celestial-cobalt intoxication and the promise of renewal.  

 

 

What then is the relationship between the dawn and dusk? Between the gloaming and dawn?  How many years can be realized in this period of time?  What will be remembered and what will have been loved, transformed into our genetic imprint?

 

 

ATWSYNOPSYS / BIO

 

 

ATW – SYNOPSIS

 

Nano War, Considering Armor, Diamond Meat Feast, Wife Disappearance, Into Woods, Night to Knight, Love of Philapores, Chevelure Modernism, Feeding Frenzy, Mothership Tree, Last Escape, and Shell Union comprise some of the chapters to a story entitled After the Woods, which is currently under development.

 

The story and work introduces the landscape of the “woods” as an alternate reality, an encoded labyrinth, a backbone, and fantastical internal field, informed by country lore, modern science, and the fancy of fairytales. 

 

Within this scenario, a man and woman are reunited after nearly a thousand years of separation, framed in time by the era of chivalry and the remote future.

 

Their separation is the pulp of the story, in which the man becomes a knight in armor with the power to attract the entirety of the elements of the natural order, while the woman, metamorphoses into is a spaceship that similarly to the knight, gravitates to herself the vast participants in the aviatory/space technological order.

 

She propels the advancement of intelligence in technological development; he speeds the evolutionary growth of plant life to absurd proportions.

 

The forest they inhabit, inclusive of its creatures, are all affected, and in their own right, develop the privilege of magic, levitation, alchemy, cloning, digitization, and intuitive intelligence.

 

All the drawings presuppose, in conjunction with the story, installations, sculptures, animation, and a book that serve to realize the characters, creatures, elements, and events inhabiting the alchemic forest.

 

Princess Dress Shell, Ornament Tree, and Nanoships are the first “sculptural” endeavors pertaining to this project. 

 

 

“After The Woods” was conceived about 16 years ago, with a title that is meant to be ambiguous.  “After” meaning after an apocalyptic event that would eliminate the woods (the woods are representative of landscape and nature) from the earth, or after being physically in the woods and leaving it with an experience that both transforms the people in the woods as well as the woods themselves.  The story is in essence about the relationship between nature and humans.  Humans are highly defined by their humanity, power, and technology.

 

Humans claim nature with a certain emotive connection as something sublime, beautiful, crooked, or artificial. 

 

The story begins [actually, the story begins with a union—fucking—to conception] at the edge of a forest, at dawn, with blades of grass attempting to form specific structures, which will summon human beings into this alternate universe.  “Nanoships” battle the blades of grass, but lose.  A man and woman appear sleeping surrounded by buried bedposts.  The man wakes up and finds armor placed next to an extinguished fire.  He considers the armor and puts it on.  Within the ornamentation of the armor is a code that informs him how to behave – chivalrous.  He notices his wife is lying next to a creature and quickly impales it, killing it and consequently, watches his wife disappear, as she fragments into blades of grass, and returns to the earth.  He thinks this is not his wife and goes in to the woods to find her.

 

The knight becomes obsessed with the acquisition of plumage, which he uses to decorate his armor and elevate his social status.  The philapores, a bird which can only move through matter, and can’t fly conventionally, is the prime victim of the knight.  “Phila-pore”, meaning the love of pores, was chosen to point towards the subtext of skin and “containment units”.  The way armor is a container for a human, or a spacesuit, or a spaceship, or the skin as a container for flesh and bone.  The Philapores carry code that transmits onto the armor and onto the human, which ultimately inform him how to behave. The code is coming from his wife, the princess, via way of the forest.  He thinks that she is in the forest traveling in a spaceship, but in the end when he eventually finds her, he realizes that she “is” the spaceship, and they both, man and woman are conflicted as to how their union is going to take place, since he’s been in armor for about a thousand years and she is pure technology.  They dream of each other . . .  there is no concrete basis for their conclusions.  But they know.  This last concept is called “Shell Union”.

     

Every chapter of the narrative is basically seen as a concept of the human condition, the history of trials and tribulations. 

 

The battle between A.I. and grass is called “Nanowars”.  “Considering Armor” is about the relationship between man, war, and the transformation into machine with the apparent loss of physicality.  “Into the Woods” deals with the relationship between the effects man has on a forest and the way a forest appears before it’s nature is revealed. These are some of the concepts.

 

The drawings depict very specific as well as non-specific moments in the story.

The narrative serves as a backbone, but is also elaborated by the process of the drawing.  Sculptures exist, but they stem from the drawings more directly.  In a way the narrative exists as a philosophy, but within the story everything is seen as causal, by cause and effect only, and devoid of morality.  However, I think the story as a whole project raises many questions addressing advances of technology, warfare, intimacy, nature, pathos, which can’t help, but present themselves as moral issues. 

 

Please forgive the rambling.  The story, or project, has an end and a beginning; the time of execution is undefined.

 

There is more, but it becomes more and more encrypted.  The above are some of the things I’ve been able to tackle so far.  I hope you had access to the drawing and I certainly expect questions, so please feel free to call after you’ve read this.  Also, please forgive the convolution, but I just wrote this, and would have liked to take more time to edit before sending it off.

 

 

 

PHILAPORES & FEATHERS

 

Keep an eye out for the feathers.  The drawings depict scenes of struggling birds, in variances of degrees, from the ongoing narrative “After the Woods”.  These birds are called “Philapores” and literally mean the love of the pore, which is intended as a reference to the way in which information and code is transferred between the knight and the princess – on the feathers of the philapores, which consequently, the knight is obsessed with acquiring in order to elevate his status to regal and chivalrous grandeur, as a method of reunify with his vanished wife.  The birds struggle to release the feathers from bags; they struggle with the code, and at times are both trapped and devastated by it; and they struggle as they are incapable of conventional flight, but are able to traverse through dense matter like rock, water, and trees.  The land is plotted with traps, screens, and offerings.  The Philapores seek them out, and are ultimately after the same things as the inhabitants of the woods: the control of information, the form of dispersion, and the way it affects the land.

 

The drawings are a “selection” from a few chapters: Love of Philapores; Traps, Screens and Offerings; and Last Escape.

   

The paper sculptures represent some of the components from the beginning of the narrative, in which nature (the blades of grass, to be precise) battle nanoships in an effort to summon a human couple into the uninhabited landscape. 

 

The group of drawings depicts scenes of struggling birds from the ongoing narrative “After the Woods”.  These birds are called “Philapores” and literally mean the love of the pore, which is intended as a reference to the way in which information and code is transferred between the knight and the princess – on the feathers of the philapores, which consequently, the knight is obsessed with acquiring in order to elevate his status to regal and chivalrous grandeur, as a method to reunify with the disappearance of his wife.  They struggle to release the feathers from bags, the code, and also, they struggle as they are incapable of conventional flight, but are able to traverse through dense matter like rock, or trees, etc.   

 

Devastated by the Code

Storming the Code and Bags

Descending Upon the Land

 

 

BIOGRAPHY

 

Ernesto Caivano’s meticulously detailed ink drawings depict an ambitious narrative based on lovers’ courtship, separation, retribution and eventual evolution. Varying in format and scale from scroll-like panoramas to small detailed studies, Caivano’s drawing portray a timeless tale of Polygon and Versus, who were torn apart upon the consummation of their union and transported into the woods, signifying an alternate reality and universe. Through time, Versus, clad in knight’s armor grows congruent with his natural habitat while Polygon’s evolution transforms her from Renaissance princess into a spaceship representing the advancement of technological intelligence.  João Ribas further describes it: an “…amalgam of folklore, fairytale, and scientific speculation, Caivano’s narrative serves as a search for meaning lost in our own abundance of information”.

 

Using the narrative in tandem with drawing, as a story-generative tool, Caivano resists any chronological reading by switching between staged episodes of the lovers’ desperate struggle to communicate and find each other (aided by birds called the Philapores) to more specific features such as the coded communication between the lovers, atmospheric debris and extinct species of flora that inhabit the woods. Together these provide a versatile compendium of Caivano’s unique Edenic world, rich in stylistic influences both archaic and contemporary; Renaissance literature, archaeology, geology, medieval art, Flemish Renaissance, Albrecht Dürer, Japanese prints and screens through to more Modernist strands of abstraction and minimalism.  Accumulating an expansive realm of sources and anomalies from nanotechnology, molecular physics to cosmology and mysticism, Caivano masters his own parallel universe and self-contained evolution.

 

 

 

 

THEMES TITLES CHAPTERS

 

CYCLES

 

Death, decay, fertilization, gestation, rebirth

Or:

Birth, gestation, fertilization, decay, death.

Gestation, rebirth, death, decay, fertilization.

Fertilization, gestation, birth, death, decay.

Birth, death, decay, fertilization, gestation.

 

 

 

EARTH

 

MOUNTAINS [above clouds]

 

Tao Li Kronos, Strata Rocks, The Rains, Erosion Principles, Vines of Time

 

TAO LI KRONOS

 

Cycles of time, in what manifestations

are exposed the patterns of your rhymes?

 

EARTH GEOS GAIA

 

Depression codes push, press, and bury below the soil all that lived in the rhythms of the Sun. now, a new logic, low born, dark, earthy, rot.

 

BELOW THE SOIL LINE

 

Masters of Time;  Transformers of Walkers and Shadows;  Depression Makers

 

Time below the soil line, where corpse rots,

of the body seed and toiled mind,

sprouts green where the new can find. [where one renewed finds]

 

ABOVE CLOUDS

 

Home of the Rainmakers — Child of Heavens

 

STRATA ROCKS

 

Collector of memories; Archivists of the mountains; And of forests

 

ZEN AESTHETICS

COGNIZERS RECOGNIZERS FINDERS TRANSLATORS

MODERATORS MEDIATORS MEDIUMS

 

Flower From the Rock (Yugen)

 

Mountain of solitude (Sabi)

 

Amazing eternal reliability of nature from the mood of depression the weed (Wabi)

 

Touch of regret, Life is fleeting (Aware)

 

Windflow, the wind, the atmosphere, the airs (Furyu)

 

 

THE RAINS

 

MAGISTRATED by the RAINS

 

EROSION PRINCIPLES

Revealers of histories; Maker of spires; Son time

 

Time is motion.

Time is motion and space.

Development of creatures attributed to the fall of rain.

Each step prepares the next, even the worms.

 

 

VINES OF TIME 

 

Death Arrives; Supple Limbs; Solid Strata Rock; Accretion Archivists

 

Death Arrives, makes twins [of the soul] of us all. [Vines of fear].

Supple Limbs crack the Solid Strata Rock and reveal

what in time the Accretion Archivists conceal.

 

 

IN SHADOWS

 

“It was hid so carefully, the grim thing, skull alive.”

 

Billions of years before I was setup to die,

the images for eyes

festooned [a cross/across/cross] the skies.

 

Shadow Tree;  The Forest of Shadows

 

 

SHADOW PEOPLE

 

Shadow People are born within The Forest In Shadows, from the Shadow Tree, near its base, where lightning split the trunk apart a few millennia past.  The Shadow People can move and leave the forest by night.  But, if they enter The Canyon of Echoes, their shadows are blown like dried leafs in a storm, until they etch their forms against the Strata Rock, and Imago Mountain.  Their shadow bodies are forever sealed to the fate of rock.  Sometimes exposed to light, sometimes covered by avalanches of snow, sometimes grown over by trees and shrubs.  They remain fixed, having entered the realm of Geos time.  Nobody knows how long the shadow people have their resided.  It was the Shadow Trees that brought them to life.  Distilled from the Code of Atmos, from the air and wind, they continue to emerge, help maintain the health of the forest, and orient the occasional lost wanderer.  Shadow People blend in with shadows cast by the descending light, through the hung forest limbs.  To the untaught observer, nothing would appear out of the ordinary.  To the shadow wanderers, they can decipher where shadows are misplaced and the Shadow People residing.  Nobody knows what exactly is their purpose, but other than seeming ominous at times, they are harmless, unless fear takes over.  This has caused many travelers to lose their way and bearings, accidentally confusing shadows for creatures.  Shadow People love to shadow play, they are the children of imagination, of Agentes Imago. 

 

 

FOREST

Forest Dweller (Sk: vanaprasta)

 

      Tree Antennas

      Open Trees

      Tree Doors

      Door Codes

      Codex Tree

      Contree ME: facing land; PE: with + trees

 

 

TREEANTENNAS[1]

 

Each stem of TREE[i] ANTENNAS has a name, each trunk is an organic totem, an antenna, a line of thought reaching and ascending upwards through other branches and stems, alongside.  Homeostatic Neural Discrimination.  R^ term in flash cards.  Left to right (1 -

 

1.     Alkohl - alcohol[ii]Alkuhul Kahala (see endnote).

2.     Graphemneme Darkchild

3.     Chromakronos Mountain

4.     Flora

5.     Chevelure — broken stem, fractured . . .

6.     Techne (tekhne)

7.     Apparatus of Containment

8.     Mythology/Biology = Mythobiology

9.     Math & Science — regrown from a broken branch of MMoC.

10.  Mutual Membrane of Contact 

a.     Computers —> Serial or Parallel —> Can consciousness do this?  The unconscious seems to be able to do so—parallel living: real + “harmonic metaphor.”

b.     The broken branch, touching earth yet connected to tree is #9: Math & Science.

11.  Victory — short growth, broken stem [tentative].

12.  Assembly Codes

13.  Polygone

14.  Aster — Constellations, Nocturnes, Stella, Sidus (Latin): constellation, asterism, star, night sky, a season.

15.  Human — Homo sapiens, Consciousness

16.  Nature / Woods — Natura Silva Arbor Silvestre — threshold, pertaining to wood or trees, unconscious.

17.  Philapores — Silicate based transmission and mobility through rock and stone.

18.  Versus — verses, turn

 

Between Nature and Polygone stems: Stars and Humans

 

Grow tree

Go be free under

Your mother’s arms

Blow in the wind

And gales

Rooted to soil father.

 

                 Technology Is A Jungle.

 

Why are quantum physics and neuroscience more exotic than a jungle?

 

“Transputers”

 

Not causal but mutually arising.

 

“Fire together, wire together.”  “Use it or lose it.”

 

Genes affect —> (affect)—> protein chains—>behavior.

 

Apparatus of Containment.  Mutual Membrane of Contact.

 

*Between Mutual Membrane of Contact and Assembly Codes stems:

 

“Genes are master programmers.”- R. Dawkins

 

Worlds in microcosm.

 

Conscious Simulation (imagination) vs. Unconscious.   “Simulation is safer and takes less energy. [ELC: in the short term perhaps] —Dawkins, 03:48:00

 

Computer Machines

—>virtual

—>virtual

—>brain and hand mesh—>mixture: intuitive extension

 

Hair

Appearance——thinking—stream of consciousness—>Mind --- user friendly mutual way   

Social processing machine—>Software Illusion———>Mind --- of experiencing the

Hardware of Parallel Brain Architecture——————>Mind --- mind.

 

Are trees technology?

Is software alive?

Is technology part of nature?

Do you feel empathy for your iPhone, digital devices, or corporations?

 

To predict the future: “simulations” which are virtual (akin to superstition in that they are not a real cause, but its effects leads to causes and manifests realities nonetheless). 

One brain watches what the other brain does, then compares.  Vicarious learning, or parallel learning.

 

*These lines are placed between “Nature Woods” and “Versus” stems:

 

Consciousness + Consciousness = Dialogue

Dialogue + Dialogue = ?

 

Self + Self = Couple

Couple + Couple = Crowd

Crowd + Crowd =?

 

Axon + Axon = Nerves

Nerves + Nerves = Ganglia

Ganglia + Ganglia = Brain

Brain + Brain = ?

 

Tree + Tree = Forest

Forest + Forest = Ecosystem

Ecosystem + Ecosystem = Environment / Biosphere

Environment / Biosphere + Environment / Biosphere = ?

 

 

Conduits of the Code, through interaction of root, stem, and leaf, bring form to the Quanta Code. Transform settled dust and debris blown, molecules in the air, invisible participants, harbingers of the rains [brain], to form these limbs, and expand The Forest Of Tree Antennas

 

Overtime, for generations of Codes transmitted, when centuries collect in the bark of the tree, the Codex develops inside the closed tree.  Tree Antennas form information the way books are written; each leaf a paragraph, each branch chapter, each trunk the book.  Concealed from view the roots are all the rough drafts that have Shaped what man can read. Bird sit on the limbs, sing songs, as we make notes on the margins.

 

 

OPEN TREES

 

Mother of the Forest,  Open Trees, by the hand of man build walls and stages, instead of the reticulated network.

 

 

TREE DOORS

 

A few trees in the forest reserve the rights of archivists of the transmissions. Their skin cortex and in inner bark is etched by the worms and critters, agents of the Logos, dispatchers of the Codex.  A few trees allow their body to be consumed in such ways as to record what are the winds when blowing implored.

 

DOOR CODES

 

GUARDIANS OF REALMS[2]

 

1. Tree Protectors

2. Word Catchers

3. Chatter Inhibitors

4. Little Tree Demons

 

vs.

 

1. Tree Eaters

2. Glossolalial Silencers

3. Tekhne

4.

 

LONG BEFORE LANGUAGE[3]

 

Long before language there was code—

A code communication between the symbiotic elements.

DNA is a code, the language of evolution.

 

Forces that affect us,  depend on , take for granted as they are out of sight

(direct experience—i.e. glaciers melting, stars, money, war, gardens, polluting chemicals, global warming, mass scale food production.

 

Very few people experience what an expert may, yet these focal points have consequences for the majority.

 

 

 

 

 

Pic 1.  When trees attempt to form letters for words foe sentences, the little demons intervene the process.

 

 

 

 

 

Pic 2.  “Gotcha.  You’re not going down that easily.”

 

THE CHATTER INHIBITORS

 

The Wordcatchers — bark of certain trees produce words, symbols, and maps. 

The wordcatchers protect them…silently?

 

The little demons will pick up your uprooted trees until they take root once again.

 

 

TREE EATER

 

 

 

 

 

Trans. Sketchbook:

 

A Spiral Light

Spiral Axis Light

Song Throat Funnel

 Tree Man Hands over to

A Handed spiral had to the sky

 

Crevice opened

A breath to the sky as a

Wish I could feel that connection

Which lives faint as a reminder.

A tree, cut land scape, sun, wound,

Arms thrown to the air.

I don’t see divisions, but don’t see

It’s advantage either.

The tale of loss is one told alone (?).

 

Code Emerges —> Conception —> Extraction

 

At the clinic with Marion January 04, 2015.

 

We had sex on December 16?

She may have had sex afterwards as well, since she was with another man the week before seeing me.

 

Abortion.

 

If it was mine for certain would I keep it?

She spoke of a dream of a white owl telling her to

Let the baby touch the earth.  Marion cries.

Doesn’t see another chance.  Meanwhile, my decision

Is not based on certainties, but it’s creating them.

I’m dizzy and shocked, but this is normal.

Wish there was a softer way I could help without

confusing the choice.

I’m here sitting.

After tonight —> no chance of a kid with her.

8PM —> still no word.

 

 

CODEX TREES

 

CODEX CORTEX BARK

 

 

I CHING

 

07/22 issue of malaise

23.  Splitting Apart, Stripping Away

Mountain (keeping still)

Earth (the receptive)

*Remain quiet and submit to decay and ruin

 

07/24 issue of depression

18. Ku / Work on what has been spoiled [Decay]

Chinese kanji is image of bowl of worms.

Mountain (keeping still)

Wind (the gentle)

*Work on what has been spoiled, Trigram transformed to

 

1. The Creative – Supreme Ruler

Heaven (the creative - Ch’ien)

Heaven (the creative - Ch’ien)

*Furthering and persevering is strong

 

I Ching:

Image, Name, Attribute,

Heaven, the Creative (Ch’ien), string .......................... ☰

Earth, the Receptive (K’un), devoted/yielding .............. ☷

Thunder, the Arousing (Chên), inciting movement.... ☳

Water, the Abysmal (K’an), dangerous ....................... ☵

Mountain, Keeping Still (Kên), resting........................ ☶

Wind / Wood, the Gentle (Sun), penetrating............. ☴

Fire, the Clinging (Li), light-giving ............................ ☲

Lake, the Joyous (Tui), joyful ................................... ☱

 

 

FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS

 

(A Schema/Model/Method After The Woods)

 

1. Suffering, Dis-Ease (Dukkha)

 

2. Origin Of (Trishna)

 

3. Cessation Of (Nirvana)

 

4. The Way Of Cessation Of (Dharma, Prajna, ?)

 

 

 

AFTER THE WOODS: Notes on CHAPTERS

 

Each chapter removes a SENSE ORGAN

Each chapter removes the ability and interaction of a sense organ and its environment.

 

Sight: In Shadows, And Cataracts Forest.

Sound: Sonus,  Echo Canyon, Etc.

Touch:  Manuscript.

Taste:  Diamond meat feast.

Smell:

Balance:

Insight:

Intuition:

 

TITLES from DRAW NOTES

 

Baroque Economy of Flying Machines

The Tap

Inverted Crown

Satellite Dome

Proper Perhaps

The Push of Birth Is Analogues to The Warping of Time and The Bending of Space.  Propulsion. 

The Capsule —> The Womb.

Man Submersion in Liquid to Travel Space.  Problem of Acceleration. 

Immersion to explore speed achieving proximity to c (speed of light).

Turbinecock

Lilith

Bone Thinning

Artificial Gravity

Psychology of Spaceflight

Architecture for Ghosts – Space for A Gaze Fulfilment for Membrane Remains

Organism of Process

Real Cauliflower Airplane

Mailed Body

Dream 1: Snails Eat Each Other

Dream 2: Don’t Want to Go the Moon, So Go to Canada

Dream 3: Ball of Guilt Passed Around in A Circle

Dwellings

Propeller

Honey Fields

Telescoping Vision Apparatus

Within The Male Phallus Resides the Womb

Cybercenters

Iron Dust

Mailed Body

Halo Blooms Geometry

Geology

Craters

Strata

Minerals

Time

Deposits

Ice

Topography

Mapping

Geometry

Patterns

Emergence

Symmetry

Structures

Bioinformatics

Bound States

Atoms —>Molecules—>DNA—>Brains

Physics—>Chemistry—>Biology—>Neurology

Nightscape Over Rock Formation

Drawing Reveals the Varieties of Thinking Intelligences.

Thread of Stars

Peripheral Notes

Wholesale Homogenized Culture

Greek Love: Eros, Agape, Storge, Philia

Passion Feeds the Spirit

Technology Is a Jungle of Webs

Point Field

Intellectual Phase-Locking

Temporary Habits of Nature

Polymorphs

Monads – Libnitz

Dark Matter

Between The Breathing

Reunion of Seeds

The Offerings of Polygone Versus

The Armour Shell

Inside The Armor Shell

Cloud Overtakes Mountain

Connection and Conclusions

Mass Culture Cyberspace

Code Skin Inner Structures

Man of Depressions Footprints

Hera Polygon (Hera – Queen of Heaven)

Geometry Man

From Her Hair All Code Could Flow

Flow Red Now Wonder Wolf

Face Concealments

There Were Ribbons Blowing in Her Heart

Blocks Together

Her Hair Has Set the Sky Afloat

And Her Hair Grew

 

      Code Stream Falls Over Bodies

      Blades of Grass Sustain the Log

      Neuron Tree

      The Basis of Life Is Spectrum – A Circle

      Voyage of Forgetting

 

 

ASSEMBLY OF CROWNS

 

      Crown

 

(L) corona: wreath, crown,

(Gk) Korone: culmination, something curved

like a crow’s beak, literally crow;

L. “cornix” crow,

to crown

crowning: (as in birth)

Krone: “top of the skull”

 

CROWN: DIADEM: crown worn by king

and queen, symbol of royalty

 

(L) diadema, diadein: to bind around.

 

CROWN: (syn): cap-off, climax, culminate

 

SYMBOLS OF DIGNITY

     

      Strata Strategy

      Dismantling

      Archetypes

 

 

TANTAMOUNT SUNSETS

BORN IN REALMS OF CAPTIVITY

RELATIVE VELOCITIES

HELIODEPENDENCY – energy, food, photosynthesis, evolutionary built sunsets.

LUNARCOMMUNIONS – cycles, tides, periods, radio waves.

MOLOKO ISLAND

CORAL REEFS, MOUNTAINS&  BRAINS; Wallace & Darwin

MIND OCTAVES & CONSCIOUSNESS CHORD FRACTALS

QUOTIDIAN RELATIVITY

MAPPING&  DETAILS

SPACE TIME TOPOLOGY

ONTOLOGICAL ABSURDITY

THE SCALE OF BIRD IN A VACUUM

MAPPING SCALES:

a.     Go through the shift in perception contingent to ‘privileged views’, and compare to Kierkegaard’s notion of privileged experience via Camus.

b.     Go from the small, and all the different strategies for mapping our views.  Look at maps and lists you have already made.

c.      Match and relate via mergers, the images that illustrate and reveal these points

d.     Answer this as much and as often as possible – in a city, where are nature’s remnants found, and what then constitutes nature in itself.  A whole system approach, ergo, what is present and untouched, like sun, moon and clouds.

 

MERGE UNIFY MERGE & REPEAT

EVOLUTIONARY CYCLES & KNEE ABRASIONS

CIVILIZATION AND ITS DISCONTENT 2.0

THE PRAISE OF FOLLY

VOLTAIRE’S NAIL

MUTE FATHERS, EINSTEIN, GRAVITY

FOREST ORIGAMI

STENOGRAPHY, SHORT HAND, KANJI, SONGS, AND EMOTICONS

WATER, ICE, VAPOR, LIQUID, SOLID, GAS, OCEANS, ICEBERGS, CLOUDS

PHASE TRANSITIONS

ASTRAL TUGS: ASTROLOGY / ASTRONOMY

ATLAS AD INFINITUM

THE BROOM AND STARDUST

DREAMWALKERS

KITCHEN SINK, WAVE INTERVALS

AWASETO PEAKS

ANIMALNAKEDSHAVEDEGYPT

CONCENTRIC FAMILY TREES AND HERITAGE

OPTIC RETINAL ENDOWMENT

MENT, MEN, MIND

MOTHER LOVER WOMB PRISM STAGE ZIGOT

NERVOUS SYSTEMS

SYNERGITICS

BY WEIGHT ALONE – VALUE IN POUNDS NOT $ COINS

TISSUE VS CELLULOSE VS CRYSTAL GROWTH

 

 

AFTER THE WOODS: CHARACTERS

 

      The Oil Suckers / Diggers / Drinkers

      The Coral Bleachers

      Leave only footprints behind in the water.

 

 

DREAMS / KITES

 

ENCODING to STORAGE to RETRIEVAL

 

      Rock Bottom

      If I Had

      Monuments

 

STRATA FISSURES

      Strata Strategy

 

ROCK TITLES / PETRA SERIES

 

Silhouettes

Reverse Negative Spaces

Projected Forms in the Fissures

Relation to the branches and neural patterns develop.

BioGeology or GeoBiology

What Layers Will You Bury?

Life starts without knowing

Separations

Horizon Blue

All to Gather

Come Back

Let’s Start Again

Not Our Fault

Fissures

Niche Finding

Rock Eaters

Lichen

Move Over

Placement

Discovery

Rest

All Together

Separations

Fractures

Come Back

Accretion

Let’s Start Again

Not Our Fault

Erosion Principles

Aerial Views

Buried Man

Chthonic

False Flags

Double Speak

Age of Deception

Age of Distraction

Half-Truths

Positive Illusions

Perception is Reality

Maiden Voyage

She’s Fired Up

Forest of Engines

Unreachable Sinking – Melancholia

Internet Machine

Law of Large Numbers

Becoming Your Own Filter

Clouds

Fabric

Topologies

Sensible Atmospheres: the part of the atmosphere that offers resistance to a body passing through it.

 

Atmosphere: the gaseous envelope of a celestial body

Gk.      Atmos: vapor

L.         Sphaera: sphere

Sphere:

1.     The apparent surface of the heavens of which half forms the dome of the visible sky.

2.     Any of the concentric and eccentric revolving spherical transparent shells in which according to ancient astronomy stars, sun, planets, and moon are set.

Sphaera

Gk. Sphaira: ball

Akin to Gk. Spairein to quiver – spurn.

 

Neological Dilemma

Archetype

Double Infinity

East ~ West

Mann’s Erotic Irony

Metaphorments

Metaphoromones

Mnemones

Mutual Membrane of Contact

Paradox Constant

Pheromones

Refractive Metaphor

Sublimation

Symbol

Technaphors

Transference

Transmission

Ostinato Rigore ~ Saper Vedere :  Leonardo Da Vinci’s Eyes

 

 

 

ATW POEM1 Rebirth

 

BIRTH & ANGER

 

 

VERSUS AWAKES [AND VERSES]

When Man Awoke

 

And when man awoke to an upright,

vertical silhouette of jagged edges,

compressed eye lashes,

a horizon-line of stacked trees,

crooked, oriented, plumb.

 

In the distance they paralleled

grass blades that gently grazed

upon his cheek. 

The imprints of latticed lines

marked across his face,

a texture of compressed folds

between earth and flesh. 

 

As his open eyes adjusted,

he could make out small creatures

emerging through the green lattice

swaying weave to prairie.

To submerge again and disappear.

 

Each blade of grass both tower and bridge

from the undergrowth to the surface

and back again under. 

In time small creatures came to regard

the man lying as part of the landscape,

a boulder with sustenance, energy,

something to dismantle,

flesh to consume, protein,

bone and hair. 

 

The first impulse was to feel for the sun. 

In the distance, dawn, and

a moment of adjust-ment

to realize it’s cooler than normal.

 

The second impulse is to feel for the water

interlaced between the grass and his bare hands,

his body.[4]  The thick rustling sounds of spring

leaves catching the wind

 

Marks a texture in the open space above,

and along with the calling of birds,

the territory is mapped in sounds,

through echoes as the sun breaks

through the horizon line to reveal

its wings of copper, brass and gold. [5] 

 

Wind makes trees stretch

helping flow water, nutrients, photosynthesis. 

 

As the man is stirred from his sleep

to awake in the strange and foreign bed,

he realizes his wife, his life, is next to him,

much in the same predicament as he,

in a dream, in a strange patch of grass,

not where they’d laid their heads

to rest the night before. 

 

The third impulse is to feel for stars

Reflected in the dew on blades of grass.

 

What he could last recall were the words

of his wife whispering in his ear,

“I think we did it.  I saw galaxies

hovering over your [my] hands.” 

As they faded [melded] into each other’s arms,

a new life, a communion, another breath

soon to take place, mitosis, a perfect union,

an eye, another nervous system, joining them

together as they rest in arms

still inside her, breathing

each other’s breath back and forth. 

 

This was very different from the air

in the land near the grass,

in that the exchange of something animal

had quietly been replaced with the natural,

a field of rest,

and something very much outside of themselves again. 

 

The fourth impulse is to feel for dirt,

earth, and soil.

 

After gazing his hands for a minute,

he concluded that it must be a dream

although the feeling of a familiar history,

and comfortable unnoticed remove were equally felt.

 

He ceased watching his body,

It took over with the most trivial of actions:

a step.

 

*continue here with the long writing on how tech affected us

 

AND WHEN MAN AWOKE 

 

(Awaking Verses)

 

And when Man awoke he saw a horizon-line standing upright.  Trees laid, stacked, and resting as he, in the distance, and [propelled] paralleled to blades of grass that gently grazed upon his cheek.

The imprints of lattice lines, embossed marks across his face by the compression of grass between flesh and earth.

As his eyes opened, adjusted, and focused, he made-out small creatures emerging through the green swaying weaved tapestry.

To submerge again and disappear.

 

Each grass blade both a tower and a bridge to the undergrowth, and to the surface and back again under, out of sight.

He could feel them moving under him no.

And in time, the small creatures came to regard the man while lying, as part of the landscape, a boulder of sustenance, energy, a fallen tree to be log, logged, something to dismantle, flesh to consume, if rest overcomes, dust, ash, protein, bone and hair.

 

His hands dug in gripping the earth like shallow roots, a nettle on wool, he couldn’t let go, as his finger cramped the dew, grass, and moist soil.

Steam rose from his skin, the sun’s rays broke through the thickest branch clusters.

 

Beams broke and burned their light on him; he took his first deep breath and stretched the torso and limbs.

 

“Am I dreaming?” words that arose in a latent and quiet thought.

Absent agitation.  All time in the world.  Wordless embalmed echo, yet riddled in code.

 

His first impulse–feel for the sun’s warmth.

In the distance again focus and dawn, a moment of adjustment.

It was cooler than normal this morning.

 

 

His second impulse–feel for water, while his body floated, held inches over ground be droplet covered grass, bare body and hands connecting circuits to his eyes.

 

Sensible joining.

 

If he could utter and ask:

“where and what is this? How do you do it?  Awake a man named Versus.”

 

Slowly.  Let the blood flow back, slowly. Wait for the yawn.  Breathe in the sun.

 

 

 

WE WALK BEETWEEN FIELDS

We Walk Between Fields

 

*[make start stronger]

When nights were darker,

They walked between fields:

Those of stars

And [that] of rocks —

Between their eyes and hands.

Between similes [dreams] and solidity.

Two young eyes,

Two young hands,

Hold light, [and] hold matter.

 

They walked on liquid rock, surrounded,

Within, between, and under stars.

 

Erosion Fields and Nocturne Fields,

In an endless state of gazes:

Ocular Moons.

 

There’s a transit, you walk, and I walk,

That we all walk, walk; walk on this thin layer

Membrane called biosphere: two hands suffused.

Yet between, an ever shifting and changing,

A layer as thin as [the] skin [of an apple, and] on

 

This surface all the mountains and depth of oceans,

All battles and failed efforts, all toils,

All loves and embraces, all ascensions,

All words spoken and all music [entrained] created.

This membrane holds life, and though we [rise] ascend above it,

And construct scales [ladders] to the heavens,

On this skin we build homes, transform ecologies, shape models.

 

We build models to understand and comprehend,

To hold unseen realities, of endless forms,

In theories and hypothesis revel imaginings.

 

These models built upon metaphor and myth,

Structures correlated to the myths of now,

In common sense, in commonalities a person,

a people, a collective of agreements.

 

Why do we choose the metaphoric structures

That propagate themselves, and extinguish inquiry?

In order to attempt understanding and models,

Can we relate in new stories and vibrate with them

As do strings of a violin and stretch beyond images

Into emotions and movement.

 

There is a staying and a going.

And you stay behind

In this concrete positive void,

Of the emptiness when the body leaves.

 

So we fail,

not because of the fear of failure,

but because of the failure of fear—

From the fear of what a correct outcome feels like.

Which is more mysterious than failure itself?

Fear is the beacon of wonder.

 

To not fear the feeling

Of hitting the mark,

And in this context, failure becomes comical,

A mirror to the invented future, reflecting

Choices before they are carried into light.

 

Fingerprints and blackout architectures –

These last things seen before

The loss of senses as the knight.

Transformations:

To pass out

To sleep

To dream

To clone

To replicate

To loss of physicality            *[decrepitude, dissolved?]

To awaking into a symmetry

And into the altered land.

As the day grows dimmer

With the setting of the sun,

Then so does the paper.

It ages too, associated to cycles in time.

Aged paper connotes the sun being near the horizon,

At its zenith, paper is stark white.

Paper skin made by sun.

Pulp of trees,

Fibers woven by carbon, and in carbon

The mind.

The mind oscillated between the two fields,

A pendulum without rest.

Mind is a dog being walked, watching

The mind of two kids on a seesaw,

Watching the fulcrum, and past it, to the other

For balance.

 

 

 

OCULAR MOONS and MOTH EYES

 

A single radiant center, draws the eye,

Waiting for the center to emit light, perhaps drawn

To the potential of fire glowing white,

Fuse a disembodied blindness.

 

Guided by the chromatic shifts and light increments,

Eye moves from radiance to the shaded corner with hesitation,

Less so under tables where tone is thicker, richer, abandoned,

Where the moths live.

 

Where the moths live,

I have grown moth eyes.

Where once the moon guided moths in flight,

Other artifices replace the reflective globe,

Heliophotons are renewed and through outlets,

delivered as current, a pocket sized moon.

 

Moth eyes for the screens, where

Light inhabits its habitant’s habits,

in bits, bit by bit. 

Archaic habit was not an act, if Aristotle

Was correct, human nature has evolved,

The conceits of ancient times are so differently

Defined by belief in gods, and omens indistinguishable

From the real events in life unfolding.  The omen becomes

The virtual reality, and the multitude of gods have descended to

Our hands in the form of apps.  The screen is a mesh, a holographic refractor, through which the world unveils. 

I was told once that the people of classical greek though

Made no distinction between fact, and the actions, or will

Of the gods.  The internal voice, and collective reactions,

Were shared out loud by the stories told.  And here science and myth blended as one.  Have we become this too, having advances in both, yet unable to know the difference.

we are what we repeatedly do

Excellence, therefore,

Is not an act, but a habit.[6]

But this habit could be misinformed, and so by being the right habit, it is the virtual product of a scheme eroded, and once the foundation crumbles, so do the habits.  So we are what we repeatedly, “like” and reinforce, and the doing may have been hijacked completely, given how much of time is spent online, onscreen, connected, and not where we once were, among the mess of nature, with its sounds and demands of cold and hot, brightness and darkness.

Moth, matter, mother. 

Mother Sun, and Father Earth.

Heliomama, Gaia?

 

I have such a vivid memory,

Of being a child in Argentina,

Listening to a Beethoven piano sonata

In my head while riding a bus home. 

I must have been 12 years old.

The music created a kind of space

That to the world did not exist,

Not that of a dream, and not that of daydream,

This was a texture placed over the world,

And from inside the room, and through

The plate glass I still saw everything,

But through the rippled hand blown panes.

 

That place exists physically somewhere,

but only in tandem with the music.

 

There are things you will never forget,

Or rather,

things you’ll never need to remember.

You are one such thing.

When death transits by, what memory will be the exit.

Perhaps it’s inconsequential, but your first memory is forever

An intrigue, when you awoke for the first time.

Death its counterpoint?  Don’t be silly.

What words and images will one last see?

Stories of stories, layered upon layers,

Becalmed star light, the head struck hard.

Quantum Fields and Particles, non-locality,

Syzygy,

Beethoven, Sonata #8, in C minor, op 13 “pathetique”

 

 

BEETHOVEN & CHILD

 

How do you tell a child of Beethoven?

Play the music.

 

What periphery will enter into focus?

Like a mote of dust passing through

A beam of light—be still.

 

What communion will peak this passing day?

And will its way to splendor and form.

 

In the meeting eyes of friends and strangers

The double star emits in the moving night

Of the ocular moons—your eyes speak.

 

Is blinking a type of subliminal Morse code?

 

We are catalysts to each other as sun is to life,

And the organisms expand to mold

Against the crooked nooks as lovers

Spoon in sleep and play

 

Time, technology, and solitude are the children

 

Time, technology, and solitude are the children

Of our collective present moment

Linked by holding hands

A fluid chain of bodies maneuvering the circle

 

Chung he said, was the connection between

A person and a thing, idea, or person

 

The double sleep of worlds to keep

Amaneciendo y curando,

Por que asi es como se detalla

La mano a otra, y esto se llama conocer

 

 

MIND IS AN ORGAN

 

Mind is your organ,

and like all organs, it is a thing,

But it also produces sounds, and emotions,

When played well, others pay attention,

When played well, one pays attention.

 

Mind is like all other organs in the body,

But mind is aware of mind

and this makes the difference

Between organs in the first place,

the awareness causes the divisions.

 

But mind is the music and the instrument,

together, and also, somehow, the player,

the audience, and neither. It is an event,

and a place, a moment, and a silence.

 

Mind is simply a feeling synonymous with

(Please fill in the blank)

 

 

THIS CITY IS A SKIN

 

“A center of sensitivity locked up inside a bag of skin.” —Allan Watts

 

City is Skin

 

This city is a skin

A Film, a residue,

a membrane of tiny lies

that balloon in youth –

I too was young and light 

Piercing everywhere

and everything.

 

 

NOCTUID (Night Owl)

 

Ocular Moons & Episteme Moth Eyes

 

The Intuition of Paranoia

Techne’s Paranoia of Doxa (public opinion) and Episteme (knowledge, understanding)

The Paranoia of Techne

Why did the A.I. cry?...Because, it saw with real eyes for the first time. (Realize)

 

Climate Change

 

What to wake up to?

In the dream I awake only when the situation is unpleasant enough.  Only after you walk into my home, or taste foul enough.  You hairless clown, cheap fake couples, pretenders; hypocrites, you won’t get out of bed unless your life is threatened.  Instead, you choose to remain in bed and asleep.  What would you do with this information?  Nothing it will do in the end, so asleep you await?  After some initial consideration of the dream, I knew what I what I what wanted not: a clear no, but no yes to anything [either]. 

 

MEANING IS INCONCLUSIVE.  Climate Change and Black Holes.

 

Here, He, Her, Ere, Re, Here

 

Ocular Moons

 

      1. Black holes

      2. Eyes

      3. Where Polygone resides for Echo Gambit

      4. Sensible Atmosphere for exodus and return to pollinate Earth (Terra/Gaia).

 

 

He attacks a shattered world in order to demand unity from it.  The ancients, even though they believed in destiny, believed primarily in nature, in which they participated wholeheartedly.  To rebel against nature amounted to rebellion against oneself. —Camus, The Rebel (p. 23/27)

 

NOAA’s headline follows with:

 

“Unprecedented Arctic warmth in 2016 triggers massive decline in sea ice, snow. Warmer temperatures also bring record-breaking delay to fall sea-ice freeze. December 13, 2016. A new NOAA-sponsored report shows that unprecedented warming air temperature in 2016 over the Arctic contributed to a record-breaking delay in the fall sea ice freeze-up, leading to extensive melting of Greenland ice sheet and land-based snow cover.”

 

Does he attack nature as the “shattered world” and “demand unity from it,” though he has never been separate from it, and how could in all hubris “demand” anything from nature; in irony, splinters his world and vision into the realms of Doxa, Episteme, and Techne?  How does one “participate” in nature wholeheartedly?  Why does he rebel against himself? 

 

If “metaphysic was replaced by myth” it follows “metaphysic” must have ascended some position to be replaced into.  What did metaphysic replace, which then myth overtook? 

 

Remained unconscious and asleep until the situation was unpleasant, and still no response, no commitment, and the waiting to be awake, and not be awoken by your unconsciousness.  Or is this how it is to be?  To be awoken by the unconscious, rather than through consciousness become aware of the common ground of both realms.  I go off-line, asleep, non-conscious, and linger there, underground, turning, feeding by methods outside human understanding, millions of years pass like seconds, and there is still a texture.  Then all photons are removed and electrons suspend.  Emptiness to which all can come into being, another emptiness of itself.  Where do the Black Holes lead to?  Does space/time manifest a veil over our eyes, and from this distance can feel among its weave only.  What other weaves may we explore, or are exploring without the ability to confirm?  What is intuition? Synchronicity? 

 

Particle Entanglement, where did you go and from where did you return?  Our scales are of different orders, so we may not be able to communicate, but I do believe in you, even though this you, is not the proper word, or name.  Unity.  Younity. 

 

The solitude that one earns by boredom, which leads to the nature of creativity in a destructive gesture, is the intolerance of loneliness.  Removing this human right is like removing the fuse on a stick of dynamite; nothing is at risk, not even one’s own life, when life is the only thing one has to risk at all.  Boredom, in the right environment, opens perception first, to find a culprit, and later, to find a target to attack.  In the woods, for example, there is little damage one can do against the scale of towering trees, dirt, and rock.  Nature becomes receptive, tolerant, and a mirror, but in this case, the mirror reflects a distortion.  This distortion is a creative dialogue, an unknown, delivered inside an intuition. 

     

Technology replaces the creative distortion, with an excessive distraction.  Solitude disappears along with boredom, and the only thing left to rebel against, is the image the mirror reflects back. 

 

 

Your intuition is remarkable at times.  Discoveries made before your time, you arrive at on your own, but unlike the past, which is there for your confirmation, how and what will you infect the stream of data memory that is culture?  That’s the paranoia speaking passive-aggressively. 

 

Whatever is committed to nature is done to oneself, but with technology, this position is further to comprehend, because it falls under, and within, the same logic and categorical function of the system,  but it’s difficult for the body to possess these conscious emotions towards the electronical; it is closer to co-dependent and dysfunctional abusive relationship, and addiction.

 

People no longer make me paranoid.  It’s technology that is being used to control that makes me paranoid.  And that these technologies will have to bail out the earth of climate change, is this not the same as the banking and housing crises?  Borrowing against nothing real.  Same with technology, as it keeps being manufactured, it will ignore the responses of the earth’s ecosystems, but we’ll have Techne.   Techne is paranoid by default.

 

Polygone flies into the black hole, what is the matter with darkness, and dark energy? Technology. Technology is what I fear.  The word “tech-no-lo-gy” seems to pervert the original graces of its etymology.  Tec- Technic- Téçhnë-  Tekhne takes over the “natural resources” and cuts one’s own hand off in the process.

 

 

CAMUS — THE REBEL

 

“On the day when crime dons the apparel of innocence—through a curious transposition peculiar to our times—it is innocence that is called to justify itself.”[iii]

 

“The absurd, in its purest form, attempts to remain dumb [silent, or in a state of silence].  If it finds its voice, it is because it has become complacent or, as we shall see, because it considers itself provisional.  This complacency is an excellent indication of the profound ambiguity of the absurdist position.  In a certain way, the absurd, which claims to express man in his solitude, really makes him live in front of a mirror.  And then the initial anguish runs the risk of turning to comfort.”[iv]  

 

“‘My enemies,’ says Nietzsche, ‘are those who want to destroy without creating their own selves.’ He himself destroys, but in order to try to create.”[v]

 

“Rebellion is born of the spectacle of irrationality, confronted with an unjust and incomprehensible condition.  But its blind impulse is to demand order in the midst of chaos, and unity in the very heart of the ephemeral.”[vi]

 

“In a certain way, he confronts an order of things, which oppresses him with the insistence on a kind of right not to be oppressed beyond the limit that he can tolerate.”[vii]

 

“When he rebels, a man identifies himself with other men and so surpasses himself, and from this point of view human solidarity is metaphysical.  But for the moment we are only talking of the kind of solidarity that is born in chains.”[viii]

 

“We insist that a part of man which cannot be reduced to mere ideas should be taken into consideration—the passionate side of his nature that serves no other purpose than to be part of the act of living.” (19)

 

“Metaphysic is replaced by myth.” (21) *the whole paragraph is worth reading.

 

On Metaphysical Rebellion

 

“The most elementary form of rebellion, paradoxically, expresses an aspiration to order.  This description can be applied, word for word, to the metaphysical rebel. He attacks a shattered world in order to demand unity from it.” (23-24)

 

“The ancients, even though they believed in destiny, believed primarily in nature, in which they participated wholeheartedly.  To rebel against nature amounted to rebellion against oneself.  It was putting one’s head against the wall.  Therefore the coherent act of rebellion was to commit suicide.  Destiny, for the Greeks, was a blind force to which one submitted, just as one submitted to the forces of nature.  The acme of excess to the Greek mind was to beat the sea with rods—an act of insanity worthy only of barbarians.  Of course, the Greeks described excess, since it exists, but they gave it its proper place and, by doing so, also defined limits.” (27)*

 

NOAA headline:

 

“Unprecedented Arctic warmth in 2016 triggers massive decline in sea ice, snow

Warmer temperatures also bring record-breaking delay to fall sea-ice freeze.

December 13, 2016 A new NOAA-sponsored report shows that unprecedented warming air temperature in 2016 over the Arctic contributed to a record-breaking delay in the fall sea ice freeze-up, leading to extensive melting of Greenland ice sheet and land-based snow cover.” 

 

http://www.noaa.gov/media-release/unprecedented-arctic-warmth-in-2016-triggers-massive-decline-in-sea-ice-snow

 

 

NOAA NOAH

 

Is this some unconscious joke?  The agency that informs of all Climate Change events has the acronym phonetic equivalent of the Noah.  Did they really think this through?  MBH strikes again.  Mythobiospheric Hypothesis.

 

 

AUSTRAL NIGHTSCAPE

 

 

Austral Atlantic Horizon, from Bahia Blanca, or Neuquén, gazing toward the framed, star filled nightscape, moonless, the ocean was a black void from which sharp needles of light pierced the eye, in a type of visual and optical acupuncture. 

 

For a young boy, time was irrelevant, and yet this scene, managed to stop time, in fact it subtracted time from youth, while offering in exchange a lesson of wisdom without the pains and toils usually required for such deep rooted value.  Experiences like this never disappear, they project their own gravity, attracting future events like celestial bodies to orbit around the sun.  This sun was shattered into the minutest fragments of crystalline points.  Staring at the nightscape was blinding and spellbinding as is fixating on the sun, on the rare occasions one is compelled to do so.  As bright as a noon sun, so too the seeming emptiness of space around each star, was painful to fixate with any focus.  Eyes refused to see by normal means.  They opened wide and absorbed the nightscape like a deep breath, and this was when I understood, light is inhaled into the organs as is the air.  That luminous breath has lasted for almost forty years. 

 

No one tells you, not even the self, not in any form of language at that age, that what is witnessed changes everything.  For a brief period of participation, the child that awoke in the back of an old Ford Rambler, and watched through the rear window, that matrix on which the road fed directly into the ocean, though parents driving away, would follow him.  That may have been the first time he felt amazement, without looking into the eyes of another.  Amazement with a cosmos that held no logic or judgement, nor would vanish or haunt.  From one moment to the next it joined his tiny body, moved limbs and arms to prop the head close enough to the window to remove the interior frame of the car. 

 

All physicality that the body could feel, the pressures of the seat, muscular adjustments, breathing, all these functions were sucked out through his eyes and relinquished to vast, and wordless darkness.  In return, body became filled with the nocturnal, atomistic energy of each prick, like a cactus turned inside out, falling into a pool of ice water.  It was cleaner than clean.  How many times I’ve revisited that moment eludes me.  But every time without fail, something unpossessed remains to be discovered, which is perhaps the fundamental source of all my art.  Nightscape, the awaking to the theater of a powerfully pregnant night, alone, without earth or body to give concern somehow understand the secret message by nocturnal transmissions. 

 

Mother and Father drove, but this window was for me alone, quiet, without confirmation required that this magic was real.  It was the first time I remember trusting my eyes without anyone gazing back.  There was another human life, and it was the cosmos, or it was another field of unbound depth, and that precisely is what the word “un ser humano” meant. 

 

The key features are the awaking moment from unconscious void into a conscious surprise.  Again and again, every night eyes close, and body does not disappear, though in our eyes it’s relinquished.  Everyday awaking to a spectacle or uniformed light.  Then come words.   

 

My anger is that of Tekhne, and Al-Kuhul, in tandem lit the night to increase production, and rehearse immortal life.  In doing so, block out the sky’s voice, one of countless harmonized in a song that is replaced by machinery.  Birds overcome by horns.  Sonar pings of other water mammals ruined by engines, and human depth radar detection. 

 

Decades later the seed of anger matures.  Whatever anguish night may bring in its cold, dark, perils, threats, and unknown dangers, for which nature’s best evolutionary defense has been to lay us to sleep.  In mimicking death the nocturnal predators seem to take little notice.  And yet, Nature offered in a bargain it seems, to keep some of the day spinning its tapestries, while the body lies in shadows, images come to brightness anyways.  The internal lamp is lit as sun bows down.

 

Rage comes with the speed of progress, with the abandonment of innocence, with the pressures it places on generations, separates their kin, and hands over vices first, then devices, in my case.  The reverse is now in place.  Device enters before vice.  I resent techne as I once resented my mother for knowing better, and too afraid to stand-up to father, she allowed the punishment to continue.  This was not just, it was relieving pressures my father had built during the day, at work, a cog in a family business, where he took it first, then brought it home.  And my mother watched her mother do exactly the same.  While her father beat her, mother did nothing to stop it.  One must simply watch, and tend to the wounds and bruises after the fact only.  And so watch Tekhne destroy and bruise the body, and all that is allowed is the application of ointments for relief.  Is there the equivalent of the words, “That’s enough. Stop.”?  Is this possible when convention instructs otherwise?  My rage comes from not knowing how to act, but having had enough.  There is nobody I can stop.  There is nothing I can fight against that embodies this violence.  The webs are too complex, and my words are not clever enough to rouse inspiration in other people to assemble the body into a body of equal parts and say “enough” with dignity.  Instead, the charm of lights and safety have made the urbane and secular world one I need and at once disdain.  Lyme in the countryside.  Lack of stars and wonder of nature in the city.  All that is best in humans is all I can rely to replace Nature’s wonders and mysteries.  Nature never promised me anything, and gave me everything.  People promise everything, but deliver the inverse of natural disasters.  Both are as random and rare.  News reports on atrocities primarily because this is what we know of humanity.  The genuine act of kindness is as rare as catastrophic disaster in the natural order. 

 

My eyes are assaulted 24/7 by technology. The last time I remember waking up at night, and not being able to see my hand from lack of light was in rural Ohio, where mother was raised, about 30 years ago.  It was scary, and rewarding, a mystery…all senses are constantly stimulated.  None shut down.  So introduce al-kohl.  Dull and muffle that which is sensitive.  Such a cliché and expected response.  And more anger.  Anger and rage at the Sky Thieves, by light, by height, and by the beauty of flight.  Lights, buildings, and aircrafts, and the constant drone sound coming from the city, from its cars, and rooftop exhaust, cooling systems, generators, electricity.  I wonder if I am alone in hoping it all shuts down soon?  This feeling passes, but it persists as does the night light in cityscapes, always creeping the window, and accustomed to it, I ignore it, but it taxes the organism and it’s cache of patience.  I am not a dark alley in need of light.  I am a plant that breathes oxygen out by night.  I must not be human but instead a tree Versus the world of Techne, but that’s my wife.  Is mother watching father tare the world apart?  Or has this already happened?

Don’t compete with men.  Invent a new system, and easy for me to say.  What have men made of the world of nature?  And why are women so impressed by this gray progress of gadgets, and inequalities to strive for?  Why reward men for this?  Why compete at their level?  Where is humanism gone to and where is “humansplaining.”?

 

 “Finally, just as Nietzsche’s experience culminated in the acceptance of the light of day, surrealist experience culminates in the exaltation of the darkness of night, the agonized and obstinate cult of tempest.” (Camus, The Rebel, 98)

 

For me, light in the night, darkness and shadows by daylight.  From the Nocturnes one always awakes to the shock of daybreak, until daylight, the promises to end into a dark void.  In the threshold of this transmission, slower than waking, in the dark all-generating void, a new day sways the pendulums into a spectrum of awareness.  This cycle of sways continues until the momentum ceases, and settles to plumb, by natural means, or by severing the instrument of suspension.  The chord is cut, the weight falls. 

 

“Poetry is the conquest, the only possible conquest, of the “supreme position.”  “A certain position of the mind from where life and death, the real and the imaginary, the past and the future…cease to be perceived in a contradictory state.” (Camus 97)

 

Rimbaud: “You are all poets, and I myself am on the side of death.”  This remind me of the devotion of the Samurai.  If one does not live as if already dead, then life is worth only that of a dog’s.  This form of night, when day holds too strongly, is remedied by the Taoist balancing act?

 

 

SHADOW FOREST

This black silhouette of leaves

 

 

This black silhouette of leaves

 

This dust is not yet of bone,

thought bones lay at times

This dust is yet not yours

To claim.

 

Leave this dust alone.

Leave this bone alone.

 

The single veins erode and carve the settled.

Do not rock undone become,

But settle as fleshy silt under fury.

 

Wild wind can blow a fury. 

If this wind finds fire it will rage.

 

[This] Rage on the rustling leaves [will]

Carve the green to carbon powder

Spines, spires, and forgotten bones. 

The gash trail is simple to find by its odor. 

 

Wind blown field of tall grass

Reeds discrete reliefs

Lattice branches and trees

Dark

Tree reveals in unison

Passage ways

 

This pressure on nightshade

This pressure of his fingers

This pressure of fireflies

Fingerprints in unison, upon breasts of the night

On her nape glow

 

His eyes open and look at grass.

Walking through the dark woods

Unwinding a skein of thread

A thread of hope walking

by lines into a labyrinth

Made of ropes and coded trees.

 

I first saw you when my body died.

Flying without form the landscape shifted

In wind unfelt

The nerve without skin to feel

This haunting simplicity

Before this vacancy

 

 

THE ROOM

 

First the room must be empty.

 

First this room must be empty.

When the room is empty you can empty yourself.

This is nature.

This nature is always outside.

Outside nature, outside, in nature one can be empty.

So empty this nature.

Make space inside.

 

This precision you seek exactly first inside.

Those echoes heard are its voices inside your head.

When she speaks who is listening?

As we hear each other, who is this voice that enters us?

 

Each night is the same

Between two mouths the whispered night

Night is a sculpture spoken.

This night sculpted.

Sculpture is remembrance.

 

In transitions we see ourselves,

Counterpoints to the last self, dangling at the tip

Of branches swaying by wind

And from these points a collection of seeing.

At this point the trail starts.

 

One can go further along this new growth recurrent

 

Empty yourself so that this room may be empty.

That you may see again and find the severed limbs

In its external form to pieces of nature, art, and shaped flesh.

 

Where grass blades sustain the log in form

Suspended above the moist stomach ground skin

By time dissolve under the arbor’s fall divided

And all wood limbs laid succumb embraced.

 

 

THERES A BLOOM THAT GROWS

 

There’s a bloom that grows from veins,

Inside the dormant body

A dream settles the world in accord

And thunder breaks the silent room.

 

Counterpoint to eyes closing a flash

Lights the city, and quiets the remnants

Of the day placed in pockets and pendulums.

The choir of whispers begins its tutelage.

 

Some days are like this, filled, vacant, merged

And then a sleeping lover turns on the flesh.

Everywhere that rains, ripples extend inward

And find the second moon orbit.

 

Fulcrum’s night unravels the breath

While clouds push against the sky

The air cools to water washed space

A trickle feeds the hungry roots.

 

Their fingers extend into lightless soil

Press the early silt earth to fleshy veined rock

While darkness comes to end, in sediment

So too slumber and lumber rest akin.

 

Invisible whirlpools spawn white feathers,

Circles overlay to small hands.

Galaxies form above her head and stars

Match shade by shade, constellation freckles on her back.

 

If in dreams like these, where 1 + 1 is 1,

And double infinities blend the unspoken words,

And nested skin inflates atmospheres,

Then perhaps, her horizon may lay its boundary down.

 

A gentle brush of finger tips swipes the moisture,

Gelatinous minutes tick to a halt,

Blood flows in tides of blue and red and white cells,

And we grow ahead, inside nothing, but peaceful rumbles.

 

They wonder how you breathe, a half-yellow sun in your hands, set down softly before a hundred eyes.

A quiet thread is linked, to youth and wise

When you settle limb by limb.

 

 

 

WHEN LEAFS CUT TREES

When Leafs Cut Trees

 

When tree cuts from shells a series of leafs

To emulate the absent heart, its rhythms hidden.

 

When roots weave themselves into the fabric it lays

At your feet.

 

When the plexus of branches denudes the sun of light

And shade creeps into your skin.

 

When soil sustains these giant gestures of crooked

Means, though graced for repose.

 

When nature becomes synonymous of rest,

Where emptied voices sing [drink].

 

When the arboreal has a name [fit for stars / of kings]

And fits all human form within its arms.

 

When the young climbed its trunk and stood

With the birds for laugher.

 

When the man cut the beast and made a house

Of bark and toil.

 

When new growth stood in line and roads

Forged from habit.

 

When you grow out of grandparents.

 

My dear trees, for everything you have created,

And all the stories you’ve secretly held.

 

My stay is with you.  Bury me deep inside your

Veins.

 

When this body becomes branched bones,

I will sway, as do you in the gales and breeze [storms and hushed]

 

I’ve witnessed your breath through soil,

And drink from pregnant clouds.

 

Teach me tree how to grow free,

And leave the concrete behind.

 

 

 

EVERY TIME

 

Every Time You Leave I Notice

 

Every time you leave I notice

These unconventional footprints—

Where you placed an image

Where a spill of star shaped ink fell

How the pillow molded to your back

How the wood and magnet sustain another.

I moved inside this room

While you moved too. 

Both leaving all these trivial imprints,

Yet composed of untrivial gestures.

Or the other way around. 

Sewing your sweater over your shoulders

Had a strange effect of silencing my mind.

Instead my hands heard the warmth of

You neck and skin.  I stitched along that

Geometry.  And, I liked hearing how much

care you have for your sister, and through

the phone hearing your mother’s concern.

I had a dream last night where I was helping

Friends find spots to hide inside the studio.

Dinosaurs and Godzilla can hide here too if you

Like.  I think there’s ample room. 

Quiet waves can curl them to sleep so you can

Inhabit their dreams.  And why not?

I like to imagine that little line and thread is

Keeping you warmer.  But you can wear the

Crystalline forms of snow without melting them.

Perhaps they speak to each other in angles

And micro spectrums of color like the patterns

Of your sweater.  And why not? 

For now, I’ll rest the words but I’m sure more will

Come to tell about the open windows we gaze from.

I am so very curious to see what you see. 

 

 

 

CHOIR OF WHISPERS

 

The Internal Voice

 

We all have an internal voice narrating, pondering, questioning, adding and commenting, distracted or focused.  This voice, internal, sounds oddly like what our voice is projected to sound.  If we record our speaking voice, it’s always somewhat of a shock to hear it back.  It’s not what we hear inside.  And so if this voice we carry inside is part of our being, like the blood in our veins, and the genes in our cells, do we inherent the voices of our grandparents and on backwards in time?  Is there an amalgam of voices and whispers that we experience in this collective present called consciousness?  Colloquialisms are the words of our friends and gestures we pick-up from the environment.  The environ-ment.  Literally from the Latin: surrounding mind.  Our mind’s voice, its sense of present, does it transpose the past? 

 

My grandfather had an internal voice, as do you.  Do others ever have a chance to hear this?  Synchronicity? 

 

How or who amasses the choir of whispers?

 

 

 

FRAIL CRACKS

 

Settle on Bonewood

 

Frail cracks settle on bonewood to recover the skin from losing its toils.  The bark stays on as skin, a scaled-down picture of plate-tectonic drifts.  Perplexing ideas follow the gaps, trivial matters of mind race to spill thoughts, one by one, inconsequential in order, desperate that one candidate may become the next victorious tone to carry such harmony of insight all the wonders of the world will open as flowers and hands as soft as petals hold me afloat above the mist and lightness of dawn.  When sun rises, gleaming warmth and reminder, sleep has again evaded me.  My eyes succumb.  Words and more words.  Nothing in general to relate.  Perhaps, perhaps the happening, the shrill will settle quietly, uneventfully.  Purpose and surrender. The two tales of virtue marry to become humility and ability.  

 

Day is too frail for words.  The internal shrill cracks the membrane as ice in fire.  Stress fractures to mind.  Silhouettes of my past try to incorporate this flesh.  When I am still the spirits catch-up.  It’s not easy – this dissolving into many.  Figuring in when the echoes cease forming.  I hear the words upon words, and their cadence resonate and ricochet over and gain volume, the turbulence resolute.  The stone sinks under and settles comfortably in the soot, out of sight.  Time unkept, we drill this routine.  Amidst the noise communicate and hope somehow our voice will be heard, and connect with someone.  Acknowledged.  Felt.  A pair of eyes unmistakably holding its gaze in quiet solidarity.  We can be two in one without losing count.  Breath after breath, approaching closer, feeling the rhythm of the diaphragm emit in its swellings the beats lying below our skin.   I don’t mind if mine sets to yours, or otherwise reverse.  In my dreams I enter buildings and run the endless staircases bringing your name to speech but nobody seems to know you.  The corridors are always the same, hosts of ghosts everywhere – the paranoia thrives.  It has a body too.  I long and seek but we just met moments ago.  Ages.  Marks.  Spirits trapped inside these vessels we care for in curious abandon.  Perhaps the generations hurling down through time the trickle of challenges. 

 

What chances have I with this, so quietly misunderstood?  I am of no use when sleep is neglected.  The passage time to meditate and sink deep into the mystery, and turn over the thoughts of day breaking its fractions of moments into coalesced fates.  Single.  One heart beating alive and the series of breaths that constitute living lose count.  Moon too wanes and waxes, looking at times through the windows, and from afar, the sun laughing, the Lunar mask flows the blood of land.  Breath if you dare, solar flares and auroras.

 

 

 

PIERCING the NIGHT SKIN

 

(Notes For Nocturnes)

 

I wonder if all these stars may be like our thoughts.  Every thought and experience we feel, have and will feel is connected [tandem] to a star.  And so we can gaze up and know it’s useless to hold on to any single one, though we may create constellations from the brightest ones and remember them and pass them along to our friends and children, calling them: big dipper, little dipper, Orion, Cassiopeia, and on, and on.  Let the scientist label them and study them, M31, the closest spiral galaxy to our milky way, still remains untouched, though they may look upon it daily and even perhaps become Apple’s default screen saver.  Let the fortune tellers manufacture fates, and consider what is revealed by one’s eyes.  No mystery unmasked, but only made more apparent how little we know and how much we can feel.   

 

Nothing new in the spiritual realm just a funny irony of where we let go, where we resist letting go, like sitting under stars by the sea vs. not letting go of an anxiety about work or money or self-esteem, trying to figure it all out in our heads, all the problems; as if of our experience of thoughts and emotions aren’t as equally mysterious but somehow not to the point where the belittling quality of the sky is actually comforting.  Letting go under an ocean of stars is easier.  We are so insignificant under the Milky Way, but why not under our endless mental chatter—[the] mirror of mind?  Why insist on possessing a self, but never the stars? So anxieties and fears rather than being like the stars to ponder on but always out of our reach of concrete definitions, and so we get stuck.  Has anyone gotten stuck (besides religious fanatics) that the night sky is pretty much endlessly indefinable, though we gladly play with facts and mythologies veiled over it, all the constellations we build, and theories we rediscover, but somehow it never succeeds (grateful for this) in diminishing out or compressing our experience.  We are united with it.  Dust again.  I’ll show you fear in a handful of dust.  T.S.Eliot

 

When fears come up in ourselves, we usually don’t unite, we feel we are burdened by them, at least in how we have been conditioned to label and accept pleasure vs. pain.  “Our” (egoic) fears, and obsessions, joys and wonderment feel - in terms of sensations - so close to one another at times.  Perhaps, the French were referring to this and knew that in the "le petit morte" reference to orgasm the irony was present beside ourselves.  Everyone is assured orgasms and death, literal, figuratively, simultaneously, and removed.  If a “little death” = ecstasy, the death of self = ecstatic union.   And on and on.  The more I try to figure things out it’s as if metaphorically, I’m drilling more holes into the “problem” I’m trying to figure this out, but besides myself, and thank god, it’s only piercing the dark membrane, adding another little dot for light to come through, among the many other little dots, added by a communal collection of thought points. These dots we call stars sometimes, and the singular possessed, perceived insight simply gets lost in cosmos, indistinguishable from the countless suns, and thoughts.  The more holes, the more stars, the more sensation thoughts, the grander the sky becomes; so we are belittled even further, and return to being insignificant but united again, under our own thoughts, baffled by the immensity of being held under the canopy of everyone’s mind at once, looking upwards, looking for a constellation where we see our interwoven thoughts and traces of how the mind plays beyond our body.  When the lights switched off and attention ponders spires towards the firmament.  There we consider.  And “we have to forget, for example, that in the word “consider” there is a suggestion of astrology— “consider” originally meaning “being with the stars,” “making a horoscope.” (Borges 23) 

 

We rob the night stars of their mythology in order to build precise fires: light bulbs.  Like the bulbs of flowers, hung from ceilings.  Who are we to beckon this power to illuminate our thoughts, yet in their luminescence blind our view of the grandeur so gifted to us to quell and inspire tethered waking­ dreams only suns can manifest by their considered distance.

 

The way we treat the night is exactly how we treat our mind.  What arises in obscurity seen in daylight.  Why so fearful of the dark.  The mind invisibly obscured by night.

 

 

PIERCING the NIGHT SKIN (notes for Nocturnes)    

“…the blackness of the arcane substance should, for Paracelsus, change into the spectacle of the "interior firmament" and its stars.  He beholds the darksome psyche as a star-strewn night sky, whose planets and fixed constellations represent the archetypes in all their luminosity and numinosity.  The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection...” ~Carl Jung, CW 8, The Structure and Dynamics of the Psyche, Page 195, Para 392.

    

Tiny fingers point toward the heavens with increased fidelity and wonder.  Are all these stars we continually discover, catalogue and recount like our thoughts, shattered reflections of our consciousness?  Each experience we feel and have felt is connected to a star, though we gaze up, it’s useless to hold onto any single one luminous speck.  Letting go under an ocean of stars is easier; the belittling quality of the sky is comforting.  In spite of labels and observations, our sense of unity with the night sky as endless and indefinable remains undiminished.  We are so insignificant under the Milky Way, and while knowing we cannot possess the stars, we still insist on possessing a self.

 

There is no room for art here, as there is no space for the vast mystery of a naked sky.  The stars are erased from city nights. We no longer use the stars to navigate ourselves. We have exchanged direct perception for the fantasy and controlled access to the wondrous and exalted images gathered by remote eyes. Constellations have lost meaning and mnemonic reference in the public. We rob the night stars of their mythology in order to build precise glare—light bulbs—fire flowers, hung from ceilings. We beckon this power to illuminate our thoughts, yet in their luminescence blind our view of the grandeur gifted to us to inspire tethered waking dreams only suns can manifest by their considered distance. 

 

Study, learn, and label these ocular moons.  Though we may create constellations from the brightest ones, archive them, transmit a heritage of overwhelming cultural wealth.  Information to our children by logo: Big Dipper, Polaris, Orion, Cassiopeia, and on, and on, they remain untouched.  Andromeda, “ruler of men,” M31, the nearest galaxy to Milky Way, can be observed like the pupil of an eye.  She gazes back too, through our “privileged views” (telescope optics) uploaded to monitors, and then relegated to screen savers.  Tear symbols from the skies and grind them to earth, dust and rock.  Fortune-tellers till these fates, declaim asterisks, prophesize a culture’s ascension and what blooms may come.  How little, how much. 

 

Everyone is assured pain in tandem with pleasure - orgasms and death.  If a “little death” equates to ecstasy, death of the self can be construed as an ecstatic union with the universe.  In the void of night is the void of mind, both stars and thoughts are born nonetheless.  They pierce Nix’s dark membrane and add yet more pinpoints for light to come through, each a singular perceived insight.  The sky becomes sublime as we connect its dots, absorb its focused light lost in the cosmos, more indistinguishable yet evermore interrelated.  We are baffled by the immensity of being held under the canopy of everyone’s mind at once, looking upwards for a constellation where we see interwoven thoughts and trace the chorus of mind-play beyond our body.

 

 

 

FESTOONED STARS

 

Sight to Sought

Night To Knight

Knot to Naught

 

 

Regardless of the [impossibly] daunting task of imagining the ages of time it’s taken to create all that we have at our hands.  Regardless of the imperfection of our follies, and unanswered questions; of all possibilities, how it is that the ancient skies have been visible to all life on this planet for billions of years, we have decreed with our efforts the first generation that is raised seeing more mystery from the images we collect than the images we can gather by simply walking outside our door.  Constellations have lost all meaning and mnemonic reference in the public eye. 

 

How can one measure mystery systematically and understand its history? 

At what point did we start erasing starts from our city night skies? 

What is the trade-off between diminishing wonderment free from assigned value? 

 

Yet the wonder is then caught and delivered under ticket and entry; entertainment and culture, planetariums and museum halls, natural history museums and manicured parks.  There’s no sin or wrongdoing with any of these plateaus, they are our treasure trove of understanding in the externalizing of what we regard most important and meaningful.  But our decree is always in the end going to outlast all material denominations and form.  However memory transforms us will remove the binding links to this so called past.  In the stars there is no past we can recreate.  In the stars we see the mystery of our future and space for a present.  The moon shines through the last remaining stars waiting to be festooned in shade of out chested heart.

 

If I can’t change this world, how can I change my place in it so as to accommodate the views that matter most?  How can it be that most meaningfulness presented in the naiveté of childhood have changed so dramatically, the landscape tilled of all that grew in my imagination.  That soil is rich still.  When was the last time you placed a seed in the soil and watched it sprout?

 

Time to rise from these ashes.  They have settled.  Ashes onto dirt.  This dirt unpossessed becomes life.

A sense of scale.  A sense of time.  A sense of forgotten wonders.  How to see the unseen?

Simplicity frail to the wind.   

 

 

 

KNIGHT TO NIGHT DEATH

 

Earth Darkness

 

A view from within – behind the skull, from within the socket, the light fading to emptiness.  This concept and chapter potentially deals with the realization of the kill, being a survivor to the duel, living with the responsibility of taking someone’s breath away, and replacing their existence with the continuity of a memory and a physiological change in the one standing; a kill without an enemy, without injustice, a mutual respect for the human need towards blood and satisfaction. 

 

 

DIAMOND MEAT FEAST

 

Knight Consumption

 

Proposes a similar structured relationship towards this type of consumption, an assimilation of the released notion of chivalry, and foreshadowing for death of the knight.  An action in slow motion, a death reaching a state of stillness, of complete serenity, and silence; ultimately, a release of all tension, an orgasm, linked between four eyes.  Gazing deep within a forest as all light is sucked and distributed on branches, moss, bark, the underside of the canopy.  You will always be my king.  The moon over the forest, through the web branches streaking on the mapped starry sky, tugs a lightness of celestial-cobalt intoxication and the promise of renewal. 

 

What then is the relationship between the dawn and dusk? 

Between the gloaming and dawn? 

How many years can be realized in this period of time? 

What will be remembered and what will have been loved?

Which materials transformed into our genetic imprint?

   

 

 

I’LL NEVER KNOW HOW SHARP THE SKIES

 

Darker The Night

 

The sharper the sky, lest there be clouds,

Or other musings of the firmament.

     

I’ll never know how sharp the night skies

Looked for you, and how they shaped your world.

I’m told Hawks and Eagles can see insects from

Crawling on the ground from distances would

Require telescopes for the best of our human eyes.

20/5 vision I believe is what they approximate.

You Eagle are a person in my eyes, you have your

Common senses, active daily, teaching your young,

And navigating the world by these common senses.

But the common sense to you is so strange and removed

For me, and vice-verse, though we share common ground.

So I’ve built stories after what you look like

Inhabiting this mutual place.  Do you have stories about us?

Do you seen us humans as having commons sense, or a common sense?

Ironically, we tend to communicate best with those with the

Same common sense, and language and so think the world

Is made this way, when in fact it’s diversity that populates

Our common sense, but we don’t see it all, for it’s too much.

The ocean is vast our common sense tells, us.  But we don’t see all of it.

Our summation is irrational, and this is a blessing.

For you they would have been common sense. 

And common sense is the last thing we discuss.

We assume we all see the world alike, literally.

Tests show 20/20 vision or it’s departure

from this common average. 

While the world outside looks of certain consistent patterns

We don’t question it any further, unless it’s through competition or

Ergonomics.  Everything is tailored to maximize an ergonomic average

And that includes the ergonomics of all the senses. 

A professional basketball Player will seldom fit inside

a Porsche because of how small they’re made, or

Anyone over 6’2’’ will not be able to venture into space. 

In this way, what if someone’s Hearing was more attuned? 

They become a piano tuner, or music teacher?  If one can

See 20/15, they can qualify to be a fighter pilot, or may be an artist?

What other senses does the body manifest

strongly in humans that we smooth over

With the bulldozer of our own doing

from lack of understanding, which is primed

By the rejection of diversity in the external world. 

Everything has a way of feeling the world around

and is equally part of how the world

is feeling it in that exchange. 

I don’t know what I am talking about?

Does any animal or insect on Earth,

any biological form, have a telepathic sense? 

Whales can communicate over half the globe’s circumference.

Bats can echolocation without ever hitting another,

and pick flying mosquitoes from midair,

dolphin’s sonar capacity can describe the type of material,

almost in what is describe to be a quantum

MRI machine in their head. 

Pigeons have elements in their beaks that align

with the magnetic fields of the Earth. 

And some creatures like turtles are born to navigate

by the light of stars, and moon. 

How can bees smell their environment in 3D

to such accuracy they can tell where

each other bee in the colony is located. 

We look at a dog and forget it’s olfactory sense

is sharper than ours, like sight for us,

and language, it has other senses that are

primary for dialoguing the world. 

But they surely feel the same things

at least on a basic level.  Comfort, warmth,

protection, affection, anxiousness, sleepiness, etc.

What if this is the beginning of a departure

to what one day was called superstition?

What is called superstition, may be the result of a misunderstanding,

Not in what we consider to be the ability leading to superstition, a

Belief in something unreal, but that to some people it may be real,

In that it may be felt, perceived, and incorporated into their unconscious

Body intelligence, in the way we all carry this process out daily.

Of an evolutionary development of adaptation in one species.

And though the explanation may be false, the action may remain

True to its biological imperative.  We have called people animals.

We have deemed animals to lack culture and empathy, all

Which turned out to be false, by a far margin.

How we feel the other may require a tolerance

In the translation of the language used. 

We see this in today’s world of spiritual attention.

East and Western manifestation of the Gods to worship.

Forget for a minute if they are real or not, by proof or belief,

Let’s suspend this thinking and focus on what they represent,

Which ultimately is all that matters.  The reminders help with

The recalling, and keeping active in the environment,

This sense of internal sensibilities that require stories to encapsulate.

So symbols summarize the story, much in the way a flag summarizes

A nation, and a story summarizes a feeling of complex historic facets. 

But is it possible that in the way we extend outside

our bodies using technology, people may have done

this using their minds, or an intuition developed

and attuned in ways that would look impossible today? 

What we today call superstition, is commentary

on the narratives and explanations

ancient people gave to the abilities. 

If one would reverse the table, and ask

that someone from Egypt view out technology today,

would we be so different? Or would it all seem like magic? 

What if the technology we have is a result

of this ability made manifest, and commodified externally?

Are any of these thoughts useful to me, for my work, or those I love? 

Only in a form of reverse engineered empathy I’ll be able to dialogue. 

I’m tired of thinking of Kumi all the time. 

Not simply as conscious thoughts,

but inside like some pattern of blood,

or as a type of fate that was derailed

and it attempting to re-stabilize itself. 

A planet coming in alignment, or a season changing. 

If none had labeled the seasons,

how would you have divided them? 

You don’t live by agricultural tending,

and seasons are controlled within the shelter or by travel. 

 

 

[CONSIDER STELLA]

 

 

THE BREATH THAT CUTS

The Breath That Cuts The Razor Along Its Edge                                           

 

It’s a dangerous razor you’re holding

while contemplating what genius the implications

of means – you don’t debate so much the art

but it can make you either resentful or conceited

if the identifying nature

of your insecurities has its way

beyond the boundaries you are beginning

to cherish can and work within. 

 

It’s clear it gives you solace and peace

to feel like this and may explain

the past frustrations the inability to work

with others, the feelings you sense,

and the inquisitiveness behind them.

 

Go gentle.  The surfaces meet and ideally, while this takes place in your states of awareness, ignorance, sleep, ad infinitum, they will shape against one another.  The softer of the two will always yield to accommodate the other.  Beware the strengths and weakness. 

 

In listening carefully you’ll spare yourself much

grief, and in step, others.  The mutual relationship

will benefit.  Speak as simply as you can. 

Your pattern recognition, which seems endless,

is a gift so treat it like one.  Only offer it if deemed important. 

Does it need to be said?  Does it need to be said now?

Does it need to be said by me?  In dealing with a problem this is good practice, but may also prove wise to employ this attitude in all your affairs.

 

Who will she be? 

The next romance and dance of spirits, braid

in the night sleep, sun of day, hand to hand,

seeing the world together, with eyes closed. 

It will be your breath that I come to count

on to set my heart a new rhythm. 

 

My days here are in servitude of wonder, to find it, and make it available to as many souls as possible. 

 

The breath is captured momentarily,

it shapes the surface a terrain, crystal combs,

feathered sierras, smoother than finger prints,

your tongue would melt the effect. 

 

This piece of mind you’ve given me I so cherish,

and in turn, when time comes, may I have

the courage as you show the way, show

myself, and while remaining a humble

witness to this intelligence beyond

my grasp, may I through you stand in silence

and mold what I may in your form.  My hands,

eyes, heart, breath, and being are yours again and again.

 

Where would I be without you? 

Moon heart growing and concealing the stars, receding to have the constellations have their pace.  Sun of mind, bright beacon, blinding and warm, piercing all life to wonder.

 

My dream is to keep

learning and living in mnemonic resonance with all that’s dear –

never to forget in action or repose – gratitude incarnate.

 

 

 

CUANDO ME HABLAS

Pequeños Relámpagos

 

Cuando me hablas

las palabras me entran

como pequeños relámpagos

en completo silencio. 

 

no escucho nada,

sino el sonido de tus

labios pegando

entre tus pulmones

respirando. 

 

entre la respiración

me ahogado de anticipación

de lo que vas a

inventar. 

 

no importa la cosa. 

un cohete,

una palabra, ? ,

sino que no quiero

perder nada

de lo que encuentres. 

 

esta vida sola

ya se que no será

suficiente para vivir

los ángulos

de esta inspiración. 

 

te espero adentro

de una emoción

donde el tiempo

desaparece

como la arena

en el mar. 

 

tienes luces

en la sangre del cielo. 

 

 

Puedo balancear

palabras

sobre un cable

y como

una cadena

que sostiene

toda

sus significancias

hasta que

se pierda el

hombre.

 

 

 

 

 

VOZ Y YOU SOMOS DOS

This Splitting Mechanism

 

This Splitting Mechanism won’t let merest, nor resist its incapacity to remain still for long.

When I was young, formally unknown, to the hibernating beast within the confines of all the accountable marbles.  Insomniac, awake in bed, cover unchanged flattened, I wait for my birth day, for that artificial sense of entitlement. A strange day that comes and goes, easier to lie or do by grace.  Upon these endless days, weeks, months, and years, now, I try to release the tension, but if my fingers touch the world, the only sense—wet, saturated sponges, warm and wrung.

I disappear and reenter briefly, the ground shakes, but is the body giving out but, not, yet, and, just sit— stare at my torpid books.  They don’t mind.  So I am either going to shit myself, or let these ideas pour out torrents of unkind wind capped warm falseness. 

My compulsion collects them in sections, and I promised my self I would stay and remain here until all these words, the worlds are digested.  But it’s a truth and learning I put off (I’ll probably pass out in the toilet…no more liminal state, but I await you my cherished sC°/sC•/sC*.

To working A recording.  What happens after I stop, and later if I want to try again.   You’re, pretty fast actually,

Are you recognizing my voice or is this can be a slow process together. and introduction to the art of, Wonders of science. Trying Greene, the fabric of the Cosmos are you not recording anymore why what happened to fight.  Them.   Up quite I wanted and them but that’s okay, come a more right on more ABCD.

 

 

 

A LARGE BEAST APPEARS

 

When Rage Forges a Seed of Legend

 

Do they emerge in time or do spontaneously create form by circuitry and rhizome structures.

 

There’s a large beast of a man standing in the corner of the room.  He’s overgrown by hair, concealing most of his face.  Though he means no harm, there’s an ominous flair about him.  I tried talking with him.  “Hey.”

—Hi.

What are you doing here?

—You brought me here.

Can I get you anything?

—No.

Are you sure?

—No.  Why are you scared of me?

I wasn’t expecting guests, or roommates.  Who do you represent?

—You.  I’m a projected product of your organism.

Do you have a name?

—Calder Taylor Morpheus.

Have you heard of Skyview?

—Yes.  It’s the membrane you’ll cross when you engage the world without body.

Are you from that world?

—What do you think?

Yeah.  I don’t understand why there’s a rage and pressure in the head.

—It will pass.

Okay.

—Remember to go to the stars and build constellations.  Trees are synaptic connections.  As branches extend to the sky, and cut the sky, so too will your ideas map the world of space, where it’s dark, infinitely empty, but extend, and finger deeper like roots underground.  Even the clouds will reach you there.  Are you my sentence?

 

Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

 

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow

Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,

You cannot say, or guess, for you know only

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,

And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,

And the dry stone no sound of water. Only

There is shadow under this red rock,

(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

-T.S. Eliot

 

—There is nothing to fear.  I am the aggregate.  Pinion, toil, and lift.  Pull the veil and skin the nocturne sky.  It’s time to rest and lay embraced with your lover.  She is near.

   

“Techne is the paper and the words themselves, but not the words written upon it, as computers are the medium not the media.  The media organizes the agents; beware the programs more than the devices which deliver them.”

 

 

 

FLIGHT OR FEATHER

 

Some days the feather;

Some days the weather.

Some days the flight;

Some days the fight.

 

Such trivial changes

To fuel this ship

An F for W

Subtracted L.

 

My heart plays bingo daily

With these frail nerves

that they should hold

the craft in place

by spider webs.

 

Doldrums’ etymology

I’m a feather buried under mud.

Little lungs, little fingers.

 

Isis and “boots on the ground” 

“semantic game”

“Complex chess board of problems”

“While it’s still early days…”

[How is it possible that the news repeats over and throughout the day, knowing how many stories exist in the making].

 

 

GEOMETRICS THROUGH THE ARBOREAL MEMBRANE

 

THE ENCODER: encodes information, meaning, makes connections, perpetuates their longevity, causes saliency to remain, and intuition to last – all via Chroma Transmissions.

 

THE ARCHIVIST: tries to record “everything,” alike the brain, or camera, but fundamentally affects no connections, like roads built before the trip.

 

The text/code hidden behind the bark reveals like a cabinet door opens a porthole or film to its hidden messages.  Open Trees.  Door Codes.  Master Key Log. 

 

How trees come to learn of mankind and human history? 

How would a tree learn about human life, as humans are attempting to learn of life on Mars?   What defines being alive, living, being “conscious”?  Conscious trees? 

They keep all of human archives in the rings of the tree.  Each ring, each annular ring, a volume, an image, wrapped it builds the whole.  Peel its bark back and reveal the code of ages and the “Natural Order” of things. 

 

 

 

MYTHOBIOTIC RESPONSE

 

Echo Gramophone News

 

How is it possible that the news repeats over, throughout the day, knowing how many stories exist in the making?

 

1.0Adjusting everyone by what can be measured is horrible. 

  1.1All you end-up doing is highlighting what can be perceived. 

  1.2The anomalies and the emergent functions which can’t be observed won't be measured. 

  1.3Reinforcement then occurs only in the perceived, this will guide people monotony. 

 

2.  Tracking everyone with data will not improve the future

 

3.  Beliefs / TV Shows / Ratings based on Tweeter/live viewing/purchased/membership/Advertisement /

 

4.  The economy is driving technology as a way to fill the gaps in the isolation that the economy itself is creating. 

 

5.  The logic of de-personification through the neutral dollar, then supplies a connector agent by supplying a belief structure. 

 

6.  AI will simply be the dumbing down of people, and the increased emulation of algorithmic mechanization. 

 

7.  Who can account for the algorithm of evolution as the world exists currently. 

 

8.  So we destroy the technology, like trees, only to replace it with human ingenuity.

 

9.  Everyone fights the locally, but the problem is trickling from above; a battle to put band-aid’s on broken bones. 

 

 

WHATEVER DEPRESSION IS 

One thing it is not—a tool for remembrance.

 

Or is it?

 

It’s a biology of slobs and disorder.  And what have I become?

I remember everything wrong, paranoid, useless.  How much more do I need to lose before I’ll snap out of this misery?  Denial.  Self-loathing.  No answers.  I take my medication and it does nothing for me, except make me run with a false sense of purpose that only aggregates solitude and isolation.  I’ve fucked everything up.  Again the same entry.     

 

 

 

JOSEPH CONRAD—HEART OF DARKNESS, P.54-55

 

 “Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances. On silvery sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to find the channel, till you thought yourself bewitched and cut off for ever from everything you had known once—somewhere—far away—in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one’s past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare for yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect. I got used to it afterwards; I did not see it anymore; I had no time. I had to keep guessing at the channel; I had to discern, mostly by inspiration, the signs of hidden banks; I watched for sunken stones; I was learning to clap my teeth smartly before my heart flew out, when I shaved by a fluke some infernal sly old snag that would have ripped the life out of the tin-pot steamboat and drowned all the pilgrims; I had to keep a lookout for the signs of dead wood we could cut up in the night for next day’s steaming. When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality—the reality, I tell you—fades. The inner truth is hidden—luckily, luckily. But I felt it all the same; I felt often its mysterious stillness watching me at my monkey tricks, just as it watches you fellows performing on your respective tight-ropes for—what is it? half-a-crown a tumble—”

 

 

 

CRASHING WAVES IN A VACUUM

 

The Vaccum of Crashing Waves

 

When the road leads to the vacuum of crashing waves on a steep beach.  Will we measure this?

 

While walking down the road, a vacuum, the crashing waves on a shallow beach extended out of view; I was at the edge of the arc, perpendicular road to pierce the turbulent waves. 

 

What do you say when you hear the waves crashing at the end of a road, on the beach consumed, so that rather than sand their is a bluff, to which traverse and view the apparently endless rising of the water, on the steep incline of sand banks, so that before the waves collapse, they meet sand, rather than water and foam.  Each wave a full inhalation of breath so there is no more space to expand, the body full, the elastic band pulled taught to break point, and then the collapse, and the release, into a vacuum of space, the lighting strike sucking all the ions from the air molecules, the air collapsing around the bolt, and in discharge, the thunderous rumble of earth on the the wave of dirt and earth.  Sound crashes too in a vacuum along the waves.  The light is dim.  No one else in sight.  Sounds are absent.  Breath inconsequential, all the more peculiar, since body feels the pressure of the water folding itself.  The sand meets it, unperturbed it seems to relish this fall.  Silence regained.  Silica. Calcium. Salt.

 

The eyelashes turned white one by one overnight, time keeping the minutes, in cycles of songs, from the outside inwards towards the bridge of the nose.  A mirror is unnecessary, as the lashes white lighten the blur between the visible and the faded darkness which starts at the limits of periphery, the rest is a blank.  Unnecessary corrections and fields of speculation

 

A black blank.  Void.  Nothing.  Out of field of vision, not sound, not odor, not balance.  What is that cloud that apertures around vision and looking? 

 

What is a bird?

 

It’s a cross between tree and fish.  Arranged leafs in wing formation, fins of a fish, and why should the bird know any different than the fish, that is flies in the air as fish swim in water.  How does it navigate branches as we walk a forest, in common, our predilection to move around the trees?  We are of the scale of trunks as they are with branches, we lean, they perch, we rest under, they sit upon.  Echoes permeate the forest of sharp notes out of view.  What is there to see and to feel.  To s/feel.

 

You were in this dream too.  Finding the glowing the trunk under a blanket of clouds in a moon filled night, dimmed and diffused.  The eyes adjust to the dark, and see more than the imagination.  Bats replace the birds. 

 

What is a bat? 

 

Our hands in flight with stretched skin between digits.  Spider webs become air focused to laser lines across a cheek, stuck there, cold as ice, the air heavy with dew.  Molecules and lines.  Faint glow of outlines, dark upon darkness, and the comforting wet leafs to meet each step, moss to muffle the sound and gently spring forward another.  The occasional pebble and fallen branch.  Cracks, snaps, such a heavy creature in the woods even while floating in this dream.

 

What is a dream?

 

      Absence of breath, yet living.  The body minus the concrete.  A toil minus the worry.  The worry minus the toil.  Perseverance minus the end goal.  Stones floating as clouds and clouds laid by grass.   Do you see there?  Counting without numbers, speaking without letters.  Crying inside a rainstorm.  The horned moon a subtle smile against white teeth biting stars.  Swallow them whole.

 

How does a hand swallow stars?

Or the subject of aging the body into a house?

 

Can you tell me hand of mind and lullaby in a cradle, wrapped warm and safe, small baby finger inside the palm of an old man.  New skin inside old skin, countless variations of folds, repeated to gestures and tasks.  How many lines will you carve tiny fingers in your palm?  What sort of texture and surfaces will we leave for you to feel?  Pelts, bone, wood, stone, crystal, glass, precious metals perhaps, images to cares, where has the body gone, and does it ever age anymore?  Is decrepitude of old age taboo?  How is a star forged if not by pressure and how are the hands forged into being?  Will you ever grasp at stars, pin pricks of light on a veil of mystery?

 

 

 

THEY WONDER HOW YOU BREATHE

 

A Half Yellow Sun

 

They wonder how you breathe a half yellow sun in your hands,

set down softly to a hundred eyes.  A quiet thread linked to youth

And wise, when you settle limb by limb.

 

When the sun pushes its fulcrum

A flesh ocean will swell to reach it.

 

How lucky the door, as it crumbles,

Every time you walk through it.

 

A man sat comfortably mesmerized,

Your stone face mere liquid, more than silver blood light.

Something reaches past the structures and textures.

 

They wonder how you breathe.

Limb by limb, walking through the crumbling door.

 

They wonder how you sleep,

Every time you walk through the eyes that gaze upon you.

 

 

 

IN HOW MANY WAYS WE TRIED TO MEASURE TIME?

 

As Youth We Are Forgiven

 

As youth we are forgiven for wisdom,

in old age we are not,

We are forgiven instead, for folly. 

Old age comes with folly,

which is the expected grace,

and the folly of a child

is wisdom without effort.

 

 

As youth we are forgiven for wisdom,

in old age we are not,

We are forgiven instead, for folly. 

Old age comes with folly,

which is the expected grace,

and the folly of a child

is wisdom without effort.

 

In youth we are forgiven for our wisdom,

In old age we are not.

We are forgiven instead for folly:

Old age comes by folly,

Which is the expected grace,

And by folly the child a wisdom without effort.

So the baby Zen monk:

The crooked arrow strikes the perfect error.

 

 

 

THE MEASURE OF TIME

 

In youth, wisdom is forgiven,

 

In youth, wisdom is forgiven,

In old age, this fruit is not.

 

The eyes nutated to dusty years,

By folly with, or folly without,

Grace tolerates the ripened crony.

 

**[Eyes nutated to dusty years,

Folly with, or folly without,

Grace tolerates the ripened crony

The ripened crony grace tolerates.]

 

Of child, folly appears as wisdom,

Effortless, baby babble speaks pure,

Nonsense—the crooked arrow,

Strikes the second perfect error.

 

 

 

THE OBJECT OF TIME, A POCKETWATCH

 

The object is old and rests upon a table—

      A pocket watch, silent, with wear, with

[a pocket watch, silent, worn,]

how many days of settled dust.  [with many days measuring settled dust]

I taste the watch, silver sweet

      and dull.

My tongue is part grandfather’s flesh, cell

Whose watch was passed to me from a lineage of grandfathers,

116 years ago, whose blood ticks and tocks in me, in line—

Though I taste with the history of my family’s tongue

I can never taste the dust they’ve

      Tasted [or watched too.]

I am [like] the object which beyond function

Moves in time, not in lines

Not linear

But organically

And so time moves the organism

Whether I wind-up the organism time

Keeping time by brushing dust off

      And tasting what has been handed

—By palm to palm, one opening while

      The other clutching.

 

Consciousness is a sense taking control of perception by its current understanding (competence).

To see the world be still.  To see oneself move about.

The dance is the expression of both, and something more.

 

the apparatus of containment is art

 

 

 

THE PRESENT WATCH

 

The present watch, where only time by the hand remains in focus while the rest of numbers and lines slip into a blur.  Out of this fog a few moments take shape, suspended.

 

The future body one may inhabit by plan of retirement may not feel alike the same as the one making the decisions for the future time.  To rely on how well the future can be composed by the cues of today is both a wonder of ingenuity, and a betrayal to the present “body of being”.  How is one supposed to know how well the body will perform in this future decade dream of retirement?  I take for granted that in this plan perhaps the body may betray my own desires vision of today and not quite prepare for what I may require later on in life.  How then to strike a balance of both?  Not to hot or cold, not too timid in the present but not too bold to forsake the pleasures of being old, if old one is to be, by luck, change, or rigore ostinato. 

 

Regardless of the message’s content, if you don't write it well,

no one will bear the task that reading locates meaning to dwell.  

 

What are the present metaphors by which the modality of society, and you within this particular picture of society function and shape your life, decisions, emotions, and intuitions?  Especially when all meaning is displaced to one’s own daemon, but in this state, what by appearance alone the selfish quest similates more of what the solipsistic view to be, how to give it all, when purpose fades outside the narrative you’ve held all these years, and can you let this go too?  Or is this unnatural to you? 

 

I hear the worried mother, who is sensitive to the unbalanced weight of concrete urban life.

I hear the best friend whose father is about to die, and he has no choice but a tragic stoic ride.

I hear him planning.  I hear her working out the worries.  My mom crying as her friend is sick. 

A young child laughing, and bouncing with energy.  It wasn’t long ago she was playing, and by a the side white-board claps of the house stood still while a photograph was taken.  In her dress, with pony tails, glasses, skinny legs, all but 7 or 8 years old, she paused and looked.  And now I look back at her, in what I can recall to the mind’s internal eye of that picture, and something survives, whether fiction or true.  Her gaze, though completely young is now haunting an old man who is her son.  You old man, need to set time aside to do your vision quest, and sit in the center of the storm.  Discover what you, and by “you” I mean the body whole of being, what it needs, what when saying “you” indeed what does this mean anyways?  It may not work to try to live by integrating a non-egoic state here, but rather be egoic by setting boundaries?  There is not much that would beckon my true altruism, not to be good, or do what is required to remain right, but because by natural decree is what was helpless to do, of itself so, without obstruction, like a sneeze, or cough.  Time to find your own words in morning’s pride.

 

What I don’t hear is you asking the questions to inquire between the lines, and get to the pulp they are suggesting, and focus more on what the present moment is for, and in doing so be grateful by gratitude and listening to have a moment to is a wave of worry, or a date with death to watch the passing of a father.  I know this will come too, and what wasted time am I placing to ignorance?  What have I forgotten to suffer, or how am I misreading the suffering that may be the gift of life?

 

This willow tree of worry bends as it should by the winds of sadness that blow,

But has neglected to sway so in worry it does not play as is its nature whole.

 

I’ve walked down a path that has carried me into a field of melancholia, resonates by empathy what friends and family do now feel, and there is nothing I can do, though I try to undo this sensation, rather than to dive with its moving waters.  There’s not much you can do but to carve out the silences from where the echoes arise, where the body can realize its private real eyes.

 

Dream:  A few days ago, but the dream has stayed with me since.  When I woke up in the morning, I checked the cabinet above the kitchen sink where I keep my daily medication of Cymbalta, Diazepam, and Adderall.  I was convinced that while sleepwalking managed to put the entire bottle’s worth into my mouth.  In the dream, while realizing that I had taken too many tablets, I started spitting them out and trying to count how many were left, not how many I had in my mouth.  Once I took stock of the Adderall pills, using my teeth and tongue alone, managed to split pills in half and perform calculated spitting out back into the bottle. 

 

Dreams like these don’t usually stay with me.  The textures and vivid visual realization keeps asking, in a subconscious way: “are you sure you didn't sleepwalk and eat all those pills?”  I’ve checked the bottle a couple of times to confirm.  All are there.  Since many tablets were spit back out, they had swollen as they normally do.  It was all in my dream.

 

Conclusion:  Is this a phobia of dependency?  Is it a calculated medically endorsed addiction?  Could I take more than needed in my sleep?  Can I trust my subconscious and unconscious mind?  What are the daily physical factors imposing this kind of response?  Under what circumstances would this response be adequate, and by nature perceived as beneficially adaptive?  Adderall creates a heightened sense of awareness, facilitating the intake of information and correlation, adds details which are genuinely felt as interesting.  I’ve checked my notations on the margins of books to review what the mind finds of interest, and everything is highlighted or annotated.  It can be compulsive, but mostly it makes everything seem fascinating.  If I accidentally (or purposely) drink too much coffee the sense of action is mandatory.  The sensation is closest to one of being over caffeinated on a full stomach. 

 

I can recall about 4 or 5 accounts of sleepwalking in my life, and all are either funny or protective in nature: 1. Combing my pubic hairs with Kirsten’s tooth brush; 2. Bringing a knife to bed and hiding it under the pillow to protect Kirsten and myself.  The knife was taken from a water-filled pot we used to cook pasta, so there was tomato sauce on the knife, when discovered in the morning. I remembered in the dream I was trying to guard us; 3. Pissing in a locker, which I thought was a bathroom.  The locker was part of the furniture in the room Victor, Yuri, and myself were sharing while we visited Berlin and Yuri’s show.  We were drinking heavily.

 

I’ve done things in a blackout, and come to conscious awareness midway.  But many times only discover the remnants of something, like pissing on the floor of the studio from the seated position at the end of the bed, and while the wooden floor buckled, somehow and luckily, managed to miss splattering any of the nearby drawings.

 

 

 

THERE WAS A TIME BEFORE MIRRORS

 

When Two Were As One

 

There was a time before mirrors when two were as one,

[where one was never as two,

but given to be two by birth or thought,

two joined as one, as mother and new born.]

 

Mother and child being through eyes  

 

There was a time before mirrors,

A time when we each served such

Purpose, when still water and polished metals reflected our daily

Masks,  How then did such people

Mark the mirrored image?

Who, and how are mirrors

Now crafted?  Deposit images

To calm waters.  By liquid

Depth overlay either a clear

Reflection or the pulpy soil

Growth of water grasses, moss, rocks,

And drifting fish—a face moves

With the mirror agent; how

Still have today’s mirrors become…hanging solitary

Inside rooms and closets,

Or its cousin on the street,

As glass we pass traits a

Passing mirage of oneself.

 

“mushin--- empty mind, no heart, mind likeamirror,

the perfect man employs the mind as a mirror,

it grasps nothing, it refuses nothing, it receives but does not keep,

the mirrors reflects instantly.” A.W. 3:36:00 You’re It

 

 

 

YOU DON’T NEED WORDS ANYMORE

 

To Convey the Raven Feather

 

You don't need words anymore

To convey the raven feather

Cast its shadows across the page

 

Set in time and rhyme, the embrace

Is graced of pen and line

When you hold high the potential

 

In blooms and so the feather falls

 

A seed descends by spring’s demise,

Fall’s embrace so blindly lies,

Its quilts of leaves, the future earth,

 

A quiet ground.

 

Ice soon melts forbearing grace,

Spring again retains the grain,

As years go by, this lullaby,

 

With sun in spheres of cycles clear

Repeats the ways, until one stays

The rooted kind, one to bury

 

Fingers soil safe, and arms twined

 

Breathe between golden leaves

Gleams the sun through grass

Pine pollen spelled, no speck confined

 

Yours is as mine, dream wise

 

When she speaks respect to find

Still cradled time, slow wind.

How then the merge complete?

 

A thousand mouths.

 

Wet nourished peat.

Tiny stem, a filament in green

Converts from brown a stalk part round,

 

Above it grows towards sun and moon,

 

With wind to sway, a rain replay,

Commanding hands build its spine

Months testing the vulture’s schemes

 

Words spelled by branches,

 

Shadow cut arches, warm glowing light,

The fields of reeds,

For higher more,

 

This seed explores the meeting points

 

Of bird, air, and talons.

How subtle still its fractal leafs

Before the drop

 

First winter coat of starry claims,

This name and you, both called

And true.  Arms star bound.

 

 

 

DEAR MOTHER MAYA MATTER, MaPa.

 

What have I made of thee?

 

Dear mother what have I made of thee when,

You left me alone safe under this tree?

Was it food and goods to collect for us, but by

panic and boredom struck down the shading tree.

 

Dear father what have I made of thee when,

You left me alone at the river’s edge?

Was peace and land you found for us to rest,

By night drifted in streams of folly and jest.

 

 

 

THE HOMOGENIZED SKY

 

First I Steal Your Skies

 

First I steal your skies

Then peel your mountains

Then block your views

Boil your seas and gnaw at glaciers and ice for fun.

 

I’ll give you tools

I’ll replace your eyes for telescopes

I’ll replace your hands for sensors

I’ll replace your heart for pumps

I’ll replaceyour mind with theory

I’ll show you how it works

But first I must take it

What I give back won’t be yours,

It will be yours but in you it will

Symbolize your soul.  You’ll think the symbols

Are real, and so I’ll trade you empty words

For what could have been yours,

Now it’s mine

What you recognize of yourself

You will claim to have owned

But was never yours to begin with

So you think it goes that it’s yours.

 

I’ll homogenize the sky,

Clean your dirty rainbows

Scrub awareness

Quiet the wind

I’ll arrest the snow

Plug volcanoes

I’ll inhale the clouds so they

No longer rain

I’ll homogenize your sky

No longer rain

You’ll feel no pain

So you’ll feel the same

Leave a few stars above

To point to

 

First I’ll steal your skies

Then I’ll steal your mountains

Then I’ll steal your views

Then I’ll steal your ice and glaciers.

 

Two beings in water until I can’t tell you from me. 

—The Thin Red Line, T. Mallick

 

 

 

INVISIBLE MAPS & LESSONS ON SURFACE TENSIONS

 

An approach to finding the bits is us that will matter for a further reconstruction of the body physical in the finger-rich, digit-based homunculus of the eye beyond consequence of bruising the contiguous identity body projection in space undefined and spirit united. 

 

Where will the body count? 

 

How will we measure this?

 

Are we learning the wrong lessons from our ancestors? 

 

Are we confusing [ancient tale’s told] as either fiction or myth when they are recipes for living and see instead the results of their mental achievements in their best-kept records throughout, literature, poetry, etc. Only?

      And here only see the tools rather than the environmental paradigms of thought that allowed them to manifest in the first place? 

      Questions with applicable inquiries are perhaps the toils of historians, anthropologists, archeologists, naturalists, philosophers, and the like. 

 

But who speaks for all, a merged view? 

 

Unifying their precious findings into relevant material that with conviction of clarity and relevance have the potential for change. 

      Change is our fundamental approach to how we align or not with the people we work, sleep, and commune with shoulder to shoulder. 

      Here there is no cast judgment in proper or improper behavior and actions with clear [defined] objectives. 

 

The intention is to build, or rather, allow for the natural phenomena of space, the respite, existing between words, communications, breathing, reactions, responses, and the shaping of all [integrated] our emotional base we rely upon daily to add to the sensation of purpose and meaning.

 

How to achieve this with grace and excellence?

      Not only to know it, but to live it, maintaining in balance the clear distinction between what exists and we find of wonder, and how relegated by our interpretations we misperceive the things around us, made by us, as thought they were planned with foresight. 

 

Most things come to be through gaps in the inception of ideas, the fertile soils where these potentials are born, prior to their transitions from the meta-physical into the realm of the semi-permanent world of objects – what we call reality, tangible, verifiable, empirical and evidence based, and dumbed-down, to fit the mold of majority. 

      Nothing ever created that transformed the masses ever came from the mass thinking first. 

 

Ideas are like seeds and though small, seemingly at first, somehow, still beyond our grasp, these seeds manifest into everything we know and inhabit. 

      A child is a good example, and so is an adult, both having emerged from two small seeds into a being capable of adaptations infinite in variation based on the mutually arising consequences of the habitat one is both of, and in. 

      Though seeming distinctions exist, and at times useful, they are always shifting and imposed by skill-set of perception. 

      All that we call reality is invented, taught, accepted, and enforced. 

      The scale of this quality slides too, and nothing is what it seems only. 

      Subtexts never end. 

      Influences always at work shape the surfaces we meet daily, metaphorically and literally. 

      We should know and ask two things well:

      Are we unifying or separating with our thoughts and actions? 

      And, secondly, do we know, understand, and humbly work with the nature of how surfaces wear upon each other? 

      These two laws affect everything profoundly. 

      Test them and see what answers you come up with.  Agreement serves no one, unless it's based on true compassionate acceptance. 

      Our thinking works well, but it needs repurposing, to imbue it with the sense of age, growth, and decay. 

      Find where all your surfaces meet other surfaces. 

      The quality of each surface will dictate the outcome more times than not. 

      How do your feet meet socks, shoes, the pavement, the floor, the rush, and puddle? 

      How do your hands meet the rail, the glove, the other hand, hair, food, objects, surfaces with intelligent design, computers, plants, and see how each passes something to the other in a kind of endless dance or discourse? 

      What is solid, the plow, and soft, the Earth, yields to it’s form, the plant and root further shaping soil, but woven into its foundation, how the surface meets the enamel of our truth, the surface of our stomachs? 

      And this endless variation of cycles and surfaces shapes our experiences and we in turn decide and further alter the surfaces again. 

      It is in the lack of these surfaces that we encounter space and openness and here anxiety recruits the surface body and world, and buries it deep within our circuitry. 

      We feel the blinding voids and emptiness as a painful burden – a space without surfaces. 

      Our breath, eyes gazing, moments between words, the gap between destinations. 

      The floating moment we transition from one foot to the other and again. 

      In polarities we define all?

      Yet, all is no more than an ever incremental and seamless transition?

      Ironically, this is what we lust for in computers and images: seamlessness, smoothness, unbroken gaps, gapless, nothing to break between, breathing points.

      Seamlessness, pixels absent; yet in life, we look at each other as bits apart, in a low-polygon-count world on the skin of an old map we’ve been trying to make more real than where and how we inhabit. 

      We are not a location of smooth surfaces, but a navigation through rough and smoothing centers, always in the same place, out of the environment, moving around us, its axis with infinite centers, and no matter where you go, there you will still remain, relatively still.

      The textures and surfaces will change.  Watch them.

     

“My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

 

“If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

 

 

 

DECEPTION&  FANTASY

 

      Deception and fantasy are the new preferred sense of reality.  Give me your dream in thoughts and what you project and forgo the ergo of the body incarnate.  Present and represent the plasticity of your ideas and constructs of vanity and together we’ll build boxes for it, webpages, blogs, profiles, frames upon frames, until we destroy all possibility of being truly unique in the ecosystem of a natural wonder, where all diversity is being eradicated in preference and replaced with neurosis.  The great barrier reef becomes a great barrier to offer relief.  The life forms we dress up every day and walk about the city, parade at different hours, dress up, and dress down, feed, wash, and abuse, merge and put to rest, who speak for them?  We are in charge but it is not us that decide the fate confusing life and death as the defining borders of the road, or perhaps an end and beginning.

What is alive is the infinite arrangements we find to find the sway in larger sways in these alter ways. 

 

 

Where dead leafs hang from trees like bats.

 

From this strange land I returned a week ago.  Where dead leafs hanging from trees hide hanging bats while they eat their catch between the swoops of flights over a cove of ocean water, still like glass at near peak moon’s reflected sun light.  The speed of a bat over water before the inverted perch.  Sitting by the quiet ocean with no end of fade to line horizon.  Only water, reflections, and the sky somewhere crossfaded to the water, ode to silver hues, and silhouettes of sand fixed trees. 

They gave the way to water. I walk through and feet respond to collected coral, and leafs strewn by the roots. 

Balance is natural here.

Hermit crabs move between these spaces and sand blankets the way to ocean lips.  Receded tide, coral peaks through, glistens in specks like stars, jellyfish glow in and off.  Impossible to hold, embrace and collect, bring back this boon.  Sounds of sleep fell deeper streams of cracking twigs, gecko songs, and moth’s camouflage to leaf.  The impossible continues.  I want to hang inverted too.  Hunt with bats; here I sit succumb to gravity’s will. 

      Another cave.  A man we call this. 

Digital.  Fingers are not mine.  They mine the city for contacts.  For mud, for blood, for teeth, for skin, for and on to be one.  Circuits drawn, empty spaces pushing the air around taking arms.  Invisible swirls.  If I could cry, I would.  Out loud, louder yet, beyond the scream and shock to scream and cry back to be resonant with the starfish, blue, palms, fish, coral.  Somewhere I hear them.  They feed.  Constantly.  We feed. 

In and out of water where have we boxed our nature?

      Feelings are only suggestions the body expresses from the myriad of physical sensations.  They can’t be trusted.

      Body suggests wordless sensations to mind, but this is a negotiation.  What follows is the arrangement of thought and words corresponding to what mind will attempt to label as an emotion.  Here too, this can’t be trusted.  Consciousness has veto power.  It can correct the course of preexisting patterns and paradigms of perception that lead to a conclusion.  Vigilance dispels the quick association and identification that what we feel is in fact a true emotion.  In fact, trust is not necessary for this process.  Sitting and waiting, patience, reveals the settled states and recruits in time a kind of over all view of the sensations as a cycle.  Just as with heavenly bodies, just as the ancients once gaze up and called stars Gods, when the cycles were understood, a certain order was understood and value of superstition was replaced over thousands of years within the realm of natural phenomena.  We too are subject to this synergetic mechanism, a natural neural order that follows cycles.  Our task is to perceive the cycles, and not the superstitious labeling of the momentary phenomena.  Halley’s comet was once thought of as a bad omen, until it was dispelled and understood as a comet that would visit Earth, following the cycle and orbit around the Sun. 

     

      We can predict that feelings will arise, like bumps on a dirt road, but we don’t assume the car is broken at every bump, we allow the overall trip to define the level of comfort we experience.  In modern day flights, air turbulence is referred to as “mild chop.”

     

      Our body, like the vehicles described also experiences “mild chops” and when we understand the tolerances it can withstand the scale of concern, what mind will focus on and attempt to auto correct, subsides as background noise.  This process takes time, and it’s one of time, as thought also exists in time, the divisions of associations and labels construe awareness.  We don’t analyze each grain of rice in a sushi role, we focus on the whole morsel and quality of flavor, it’s color, and how we feel afterwards.  Scale is crucial in this cycle as well.

     

      My body has experienced chronic pain for years due to back complications, not from any assignable event, or trauma, but somehow over a slow and gradual accumulation of stresses I’m still learning about, and trying to remedy.  Certain environments affect my condition, worsening or alleviating the at times debilitating nature of sciatica and bone damage.  Pain in the end always wins.  There’s no denying the toll it takes on one’s mental state and emotional quality of life.  But it too misinforms my mind at times if I am quick to judge the signals sensations send as stressors.  More often than not, small adjustments quickly resolve the problem, like taking a moment to breathe and relax whatever tension has accumulated over my workday.  Mind negotiates all the signals in a dialogue with the body, not unlike the model of government in the democracy.  The president is mind, and congress and senate the body.  Enough pain amounts to a new law or bill being passed, and at other times there’s a veto to a bill that ultimately is perceived as being more damaging to the whole, in the long-term.  Adjustments are continual and part of the rhythm of life.

 

 

 

FIRST NATURE SPAWNED

 

 “The truth is one, the sages call it by many names.”  (Vedas)

 

First nature spawned us.  Then we looked upon the animals and plants to learn.  As we gathered into tribes, we looked at the heavens for cycles.  Growing further we decreed dogma, and later science, organized by machinery and economic advantage.  Where we once learned from the earth, our teacher now became a cannibalized resource.  As we ate from this wealth, we isolated and left the family, communing with commodities.  And now, totally extricated from nature, we speak via screens, in digital hieroglyphs, and leave little room for finding or nurturing common ground.  Social media is the one great myth that unifies 2 billion people, but it does so in virtue, not flesh and field.  The unconscious cannot function in a healthy state, it’s been kidnapped by the structures of advertising, public opinion, and financial needs, online, in this Internet that overviews as once God had; the rules are vague.  All symbols that could trigger our unconscious intelligence are of no interest.  What we have are conscious urges of acquisition, false promises, supplanting mystery with daily “fake news,” reality TV like drama as a matter of policy, and our president, the representative of acceptable behavior in the world’s stage of tweets. 

 

 

“Mark the path of a prodigious transfer of the focal point of human wonder.  Not the animal world, not the plant world, not the miracle of the spheres, but man himself is now the crucial mystery.  Man is that alien presence with whom the forces of egoism must come to terms, through whom the ego is to be crucified and resurrected and in whose image society is to be reformed.  […]  And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal—carries the cross of the redeemer—not in the brightest moments of his tribe’s great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair.”  (Campbell 391)

 

 

Campbell would have gone further.  Adding that now, having reached a depth limit of the individual foray instead into neural networks, and apparatus of mind, to understand why we perceive as we do.  As long as the main focus is on the individual that might well be the only thing that survives, a single individual inside a feedback-loop distortion, in a “perceptive-centric,” narcissistic experience.  Earth reflects back our image in ways unimagined: fracking caused man-made earthquakes, in what’s called, an “Epochal Geologic Change.”[7]  Collective social neurosis and disconnection to myth is paralleled in the physical world of biology in the phenomena called “transverse orientation.”[8]  Turtle hatchlings rush toward city lights, where once starlight guided them into the dark ocean waters, they’re met by city concrete.  The eons of evolutionary generations are severed.  Ecological webs disrupted.  A ripple effect sprawls in all directions and scale; finally we won’t correlate our drives with the path they mimicked, as we too migrate to city lights.  A bird no longer tweets, memory is a cloud, mind a circuit, communication is a network, technology is smart, artificial intelligence recognizes the bits that compose human faces, the body dissolves into a field of jargon, a voxel world and technocratic mandates, scoffs life, leaves a trail of plundered beings and organisms; the grandeur of a once festooned motley feast, in shame salvaged a monotone whisper, in a sea-supplanted app land.  To what end is this promise of ease and sacrifice for human conveniences? 

 

“The social unit is […] an economical-political organization.  Its ideals are […] in hard and unremitting competition for material supremacy and resources.  Isolated societies, dream-bounded within a mythologically charged horizon, no longer exist except as areas to be exploited.  And within the progressive societies themselves, every last vestige of the ancient human heritage of ritual, morality, and art is in full decay.” (Campbell, 388)

 

“Today no meaning is in the group–none in the world: all is in the individual.  But there the meaning is absolutely unconscious.  One does not know toward what one moves.  One does not know by what one is propelled.  The lines of communication between the conscious and the unconscious zones of the human psyche have all been cut, and we have been split in two. […]  For the problem is nothing if not that of rendering the modern world spiritually significant.  […] And this is not a work that consciousness itself can achieve.  Consciousness can no more invent, or even predict, an effective symbol than foretell or control tonight’s dream.” (Campbell 391?)

 

 

 

THE DREAM STARTED WITH MY FALL

 

Unto Soil and Grass

 

The dream started with my fall unto soil and grass though was dark is easy to see; it was comfortable.  There was an evolutionary quality to it as well images of me being dragged by the arm, pulled by a cave man, I only saw his feet, wrapped in pelts, my body collapsed, before rigor mortis, limp neck and head tracking facedown, flesh peeling, scraping off, bone revealing. I was wearing clothes, a suit.  I watched my body being picked and able to zoom in down to the tissue level cells and molecules and flesh was being eaten by animals critters I was alone in the woods and it was peaceful I was still alive but I was watching my body incorporate, merge itself, I still was, but rather simply being part of the natural ecosystem of the forest.  The body returned, but the sight and voice floated nowhere except for the view, like your thoughts, where do they exist?

 

Then something strange happened, I could see cave paintings and even further back in time, I could see the whole universe as though looking at a dinner plate and food from afar scale size time these things that matter they where you, relevant. Process was all there was.  No particular hard lines, no divisions no good bad good or evil everything was the transition of some sort every scale of perception had a previous and forward quality to it and I was watching and able to rewind and advance the tape so to speak.  I watched my head. Come off. The image followed the question whether I would still be there not without my brain and where was mind what I’d be alive would I be me if I navigated without a body.  In retrospect now looking over the dream, I’m hesitant reticent to use the word spirit as the thing that existed as my body decayed.  The process as we call it is decaying but from the perspective of the dream perspective I had in the dream there were no words there was only perspective; just changed things there were questions I heard sentences formulate an answer is revealed the images everything was on the same scale. My suit never got dirty I never rotted there was no smell no foul odor nothing scary, I was simply just another tree in the forest that had fallen under its weight and age and was now decomposing and dissolving back into dirt, and feeding different bacteria and animals and insects birds and mammals scavengers there would be no more body but something was still there. 

 

There was a moment in the dream when my arm [alarm] was being held [told] that I thought another human or ancestor 30,000 years ago caveman perhaps who is doing the pulling the dragging [Dragon] back into that cave when thought first heard itself, maybe another version of myself, though not mine to own, but rather be possessed by, as the rock cave walls possess the charcoal lines of lions but not the lions themselves, they are gone, but there’s no need to think like that anymore, they remain in gestures on rock. 

 

There was a connection, an unbroken link to that person that entity history was real physical, unavoidable.  Whatever is in the space between stars whatever is the space that surrounds our planet the seemingly infinite expanse of the cosmos as we understand it was also there at the smaller scale and as my body dissolved that space existed and my consciousness and have it at that space it didn’t seek another form or body to inhabit but I was still able to watch.  There was no death no pause no end.   No right and no wrong.  There were no other spirits either there was no conversation with anyone else nor was there any looking for anyone else it wasn’t solitary and I wasn’t alone either.  I didn’t feel complete our whole or enlightened or any of these things it wasn’t heaven [having] it wasn’t hell it was just this process this fade, no particular shape no geometry no crystals nothing organic or artificial I don’t know who was left, or how I came to be in the first place that quiet voice that we hear that I heard the still hear [here] in my head was present it existed in the space and wherever I inhabited a point of view there I was or there was this presence and everything happened.  I was for lack of a better description that emptiness of space another [mother] hunter, neither hot nor cold, called just: just. 

 

All the laws of man the words games habits patterns behavior relations they existed they made me but this place the state was beyond that.  There were [the one] no shadows and there was no light no moon no sun [son] though was a forest the canopy of trees and trunks and branches and leaves grass in [is] no water no wet no soggy it wasn’t dry nor arid, there was no difficulty in seeing those just enough light to see through [you] at the scale that I wasn’t there was color though perhaps muted.  There was no sex no hunger no longing nothing required a full collapse no surrender was easy it just happened and I watched and wondered.  There was nothing tragic about it no pain I was leaving behind nobody to miss me nobody to continue there was no legacy no tradition nothing that hadn’t been unfinished nothing that had needed to be complete before this took place.  Perhaps this is what death [Beth] is like full absorption complete fades on all scales at once time the field that we can navigate

 

I have a headache in my eyeballs, behind the retinas, between the socket skull, brain, and soft, supple membrane that one never sees but is the lens for seeing.  Eye lids close, languid, a focused fever lines the meeting outline of the dermis, eye lashes fit into another like a pair of interlaced hands, or a perfectly shuffled deck of card. Alternating between top and bottom lashes.

 

When I close my eyes now and return to that place in the forest, which required neither trail nor location, I am still there, my suit, in the same orientation it took as my body did.  The suit looks odd, unsoiled, clean, without the body holding its form; it’s simply flat in folds and creases.  Perhaps its how we navigate our body about, folding and unfolding it, creased, uncreased lines, the perfect arrow spears the perfect error.

 

 

 

DUST COMES ALIVE

 

“Dust too is made of stardust”  ~ E. Toynbee, 2031

 

Not many people looked upon dust with the certainty that scientists of his generation came to regard the pollen spill of Field Amplitude Nano Separators (F.A.N.S.) as a hindrance in the union and merger of qualia dust particles, which were being generated, in a startling discovery, by trees, in a rather harmless, but parasitic piggy-back ride with chloroplasts, in the photosynthesis and carbon separation from the oxygen molecules still in high demand by the oxygen farming industry.  Until the present day, before E.T. discovered the spontaneous double helix modeling by inert, and thought to be common inanimate dust particles, the FANS, however changed the electrostatic fields of the dust particulates.  They communicated to one another, and nobody knew why.  Fear spread in most app tabloids, which implanted directly into the retina, would download the information without the slightest effort.   Dust comes alive.  Household dust sends messages.  AI spawns from dirt in Columbia’s scientific lab, it was part of a class on Dust Dynamics.   AKA :: DD.

 

       

INFORMED & OUTFORMED

 

 

AFTER THE PROCEDURE

 

I. When he finally awoke

 

When he finally awoke, the vagueness of sensations started to manifest definition.  A warm heaviness greeted his body, and though the morphine blunted his sense in exchange for the soft surfaces he felt holding him in place, her eyes were there, gentle, kind, and inquisitive.  Her hand was holding his left palm and before he could think of anything in particular he had already squeezed back.  Though his eyes parted, it was his body that was awake, a priori his mind starting the checklist of confirmations and role calling that he was conscious. 

       He’d never seen an angel nor used the word in conversation, but that was the first word that raised in him, strung up by banners, he read it idiotically out loud—an-gel.  No that wasn’t the word, he tried again, and realized this word he saw, spelled out “angel,” but not his pronunciations, not the way he formulated sounds with his tongue, not his confidence that a single word would succumb to his will simply because he felt it for the first time, no, not his impatience, nor any cursory search for this thing he was suppose to give form, nothing he could utter would breathe life into those five letters, and merit the gaze still crushing him, the internal gaining life while the scaffold of his suffused armor skin dismantled, unshielded.  This word burned the dark side of his eyes, but the word … It already existed.  All he could do was witness some kind of grace he’d never felt before but recognized immediately. 

       She asked, “how are you?”

Those first few seconds would last a life-time, buried deep within his tissue, a seed that was self-reliant, and would slowly sprout into a tender memory to behold as a triumph.  At that moment, he had won something genuine, beside himself, foreign, tranquil, existing only in that space between two gazing creatures, communicating in silence.  He’d never seen this transformed countenance she surrendered by simply being in that room, no more imposing than the chair, or drawn curtains.  She glowed, and all clichés braided into her hair, pulled behind her, out of view, exposing her ears and cheeks, where the subtle tracks of her pursed smile, focused to gush through her light blue eyes.  He stared back, as infants do, untaught to manners, transfixed in wonder to comprehend the steady electric pull.  He managed to reply, “I’m o– k–a–y.  Hi.” 

Four years he had looked at her, in what was a seemingly long catalogue of ambiences, lights, temperatures, terrains, dreams, and scents, but that list had no space for this. This was different: a connected calm that put him at ease, and for the first time, trusted everything about her; a spontaneous understanding that her eyes and hands managed to communicate with such precision that it still cuts his flesh open, and while embarrassed for reveling this romantic display of heart hung before him and for the world to see.  What he found could not be plucked or transplanted, and in his recovery, both ailment and cure would remain unpossessed.  How then was she still there, in that room, holding his hand, and he, all the while, awaking repeatedly—the complete room and gestures, float about somewhere with him everywhere he comes to, awakes, becomes conscious for the brief moments when the resonate as sympathetic strings with the notes of the present.  At times it’s simply overwhelming.  Can she?

Can she hear his manual telepathies, with the remains of that morning?  It’s four years since, yet that moment can’t be more than an hour old.  When he dies, will it be like this in the symmetry of these textures?  An entire life of sensations relegated to memory and purpose, simply to feel that hand holding his, those eyes laced by silk to his, and convinced he could stay there and retire from humanity, peacefully, and let this formed vessel return to dirt and feed the landscape in return for having taken Earth, animated the moss, and minerals, to exist for a while, and retain that arrangement, a supple geometry made soluble at the first rain and spread through rivers and clouds.  A small price for the eternity she gifted him. 

It’s still a mystery to him, how any of this came to be.  How such crescent moments build the sphere, and why after all these centuries later, hands find hands, together held, pressing the form—the space between, the membrane of mutual contact, the sensible atmosphere—thin veil, made invisible by breeze, atmosphere blooms the wind and blows her memories and code, to ever-rearrange, the stricken soul.  I have met an angel, and she lingers between each breath torqueing the world inside out.  Does she know?

This was a new language he learned.  The voices of the earth’s mantle moving by inches yearly, the annual rings of trees, of every single last tree alive at this moment, in unison expanding the concentric circles, and those torrents at sea playing the same ring ripples interlaced, and that one drop of water, the single rain drop forms the ripple that initiates the surge, the harmonic voices of the trees, all the heart beats of the world, 7 billion hearts, pumping and beating, billions upon billions of internal dialogues, while the stars map those thoughts to firefly chandeliers, each star the remote though come and gone before it’s whisper is recruited to fold with all the rhythms that continue while we forget.  In a small glance, someday, somehow, someone’s eyes will show you the instant truth in a flash of this living unity that is everything in one sweep of blown needles as soft as eye lashes.  Does she know?

Did I do my best to show her that I felt that, that I didn’t know then how to move my mouth, but in time, I would learn.  Does she know she’s a teacher, her symmetry in me I’ll never manage to repay.  Does she know?  When the toils become guides, a fight lost, does she know, how at those moments, I still see her there holding that hand of mine, and it’s not by will the balance restores, but some law of nature that crushes the follies to stone, and upon it rest, over the mountains of all our mistakes, and these mountains, built from them, soar for us to see a world above clouds.  Does she know?  I can only wonder, which is the total collection of embraces held as one, suffused, amassed, total, and final.  Does she know?  How helpless he sought, the fusion of her relentless love shattered through his small windows. 

 

II. By the time he lifted himself off the floor

 

By the time he lifted himself off the floor, the shaded light of darkness, only particular to homes set deep in the forest, covered everything in his room.  He had spent a few minutes focusing on the various levels of ridges the wood grained floors revealed from years of compression and wear; the winter growth hardier, elevated now, and the summer growth, porous, and malleable had worn down, swept away as it were, by foot and broom. 

      He found integrity in the floor, it’s determination to remain grounded, planked, slave and resolute.  What an end to a tree, he pondered, and he assumed, the woods would have their final laugh, if that was something that was remotely possible.  His body, the plank and floor for their roots someday.  He hoped at least this much.  Birch or oak, perhaps cedar, or walnut, any one of these would do.

      Was it betrayal his body subjected on him.  Insight of life, but not the fuel to run the mechanisms.  He patiently, beside his skills, castigated to observe, all that would unfold in orbits simply beyond his reach.  Hands held open with warm rain landing on his palms, into a small pool, and pale mirror, the lines of his gestures, his container.  He needed a way out of this, again, as it were, as so many times prior.  Nothing lending to reason, nor cavities of relief with lessons propounded.  His reason was useless, but it lingered no less, subject to weather, indifferent as he’d become, to drop or cloud.  These thunderous gray moment, with their heedless fogs.  He would have to eat all of it, this chewed cardboard shaped his romantic maps, ornery analogues, never true to their temperament, simply driven by futility, and lack.

      How to believe again.  Be alive.  Bee live.  Dead bees.  

     

III. The phone rang

 

The phone rang.  He looked at the screen which had a seven one eight Brooklyn area code number but no name.

“Hello?”

“Hi.  It’s Marion, I thought I should just call you.  I’m new at this. 

“Where should the story start Marion Louise Jackson?”

A pause, then she said “You might get freaked out.”

 

 

 

YOU’RE LOOKING AT IT THE WRONG WAY

 

“You’re looking at it the wrong way.  If you’re looking for nature in this place, you won’t find it.  What the city has is interior spaces.  You have to find the interior spaces that give that feeling you crave when the idea of going into the woods possesses your mind.”

 

Small and baffling interiors exist here.  Landscapes turned inside out on themselves.  A Grand Canyon in inverted akin the St. John’s cathedral, well, not quiet but it’s fair considering the scale of the GC is impossible to convey.  Comparing a Utah desert night festooned stars to the Manhattan city lights is equally impossible, but it fits.  Back to interior spaces.  If once caves were the dwellings, then now these caves have grown in cultivation and cleared out the irregular surfaces for smooth ones.  Pictures are still hung, an echo of cave drawings.  In these interior spaces we explore our humanity.  Outside our humanity is explored on us. 

 

The connective tissue in these interiors is technology, the smart phone and computer, the landline or wireless signal.  The screens we welcome in our caves move us into deeper caves still, like pictures, but without surface or texture.  We cringe at the sight of fingerprints on a computer screen, like a dirty window.  How light is experienced has changed dramatically, and this drastically alters the way interior spaces unfold. 

 

I sit at my table drawing, using a 75 watt flood light to illuminate a graphite drawing, making sure the angle of light raking the surface avoids reflections of the smooth compressed graphite marks, which essentially become a form of polished surface, glossy, and deceiving in its darkness.  Cave drawing must have had similar problems.  Where the fire was made would illuminate the irregularities of the wall and cast shadows flicker and distort around the lumpy interior.  So many ways to adapt – change the fire’s position, use the shadows as form, forgo depth in choice of image.  How different would it be to draw by flame instead of electrified filaments?

 

I draw nightscapes.  I draw these night pictures from a collection of sensations of particular memories, from images, photographs, films, prints, and dreams.  They are more than abstract drawings.  They represent a state of being and experiencing.  We all need to sleep.  Everyone dreams.  Think of this.  How overlooked these subjective fields of experience are to our culture and education.  What purpose do they have?

 

If a building is a tree, and architecture is its form, then outside is the tree and inside the tree is the life lived.  But we don’t look at buildings this way.  Though we design the building we don’t design the interior of the tree. Inside and outside are an equal reflection of the ego and its purpose.  One never thinks of living inside the bark of a tree.

 

 

 

BARBED LEAFS ALONG the VERDANT SUPPLE SHOOTS

 

Barbed leafs along the verdant supple shoots wallowing,

Wind bends the heat lines of soil’s whip.

[In the heat lines formed from soil’s caldrons whip.]

 

The inner-skin under the surface skins feels the world

Yet never feels to see in surfaces.  The water held by

Your skin moves this liquid by thought intention alone.

Peel the skin surface to body firmament and flesh.

We move the landscape as we speak.

 

This will that leaves the surface skin,

And shapes the world we lean upon.

How strange that water should take form.

 

If you move, the landscape will remain hidden,

If you’re still, the landscape will move around you,

And if you linger long, it will consume you until no

Thought nor bone, nor flesh or song is felt more.

 

It saves nothing and saves everything.

 

From a certain distance and place

all celestial spheres are of equal size.

When natural formations remind how small one can be,

how organistic One is dependent upon the microscopic,

from these distances we start to understand that which is in common remains elusive.  There is nothing in common

experience to the world, so uncommon, that common sense

is as physical illusion but a practical Symbolic expression,

variant on how well one can sense in common with the other.

Common sense, socially speaking, rewards the anomaly—

the surprising genius, the child prodigy, and the natural creative before it is culturally tailored and thereafter expunged.

It’s how we consume our goods and devour the future.

 

~[Barbed leafs along the verdant supple shoots wallowing,

The inner-skin under the surface skein feels the world,

Bends the wind, and the heat lines of soil’s brittle whip]

 

All along the barbed leafs, Verdant Supple Shoots,

The Crooked Stem, the molten rock frozen under sea.

 

 

THE BREATHING

 

 

THE CROOKED STEM

 

The crooked stem crewed to bits by busy bees,

Separates generations from grass and trees,

Becomes the measured cut branch, swallowed

And in the shallow world sinks into being.

 

Tooth for tooth to tender morsel seeing [keeping]

Chew and assimilate what once was new,

Outside comes to reside inside, becomes another

Crooked limbfinger, grasping tree beware.

 

That cloud inhaled contains the Earth’s breath,

And so it blows across brush and grass,

Shapes the shadows to [in] all tomorrows,

With you, I too am light, and the pale shade.

 

For that which is made is but a spire rising,

[A spire rising for which that is made]

Tide and pool, moon and pull,

Flickers tranquil the double gaze, [a thing]

Event not separated by reflection,

 

The ripples break the threaded peaks

Of lazy glares of sun and life,

Which star, when the eyes collapse flies?

To the mountain gate, gives way to the sun.

 

[And so hold] The tree held in hand,

a delicate shining child Learns,

a plant and moon combine young with blue.

This geological entity grows people.

 

and on this rock, People grow technology

along the flow of rivers, and Reaching arbor, crawling dunes, melting glaciers, coral reefs,

All involved, defining another, as one moment of relief

and separate,

Dependent on the eyes of clouds and rocks,

The bridging skin we can’t feel but assume to own.

 

[Do you not look at these things?

Do they not have eyes then?]

 

 

THE BREATH THAT CUTS THE RAZOR EDGE

 

[But] It’s a dangerous razor you’re holding,

The breath that cuts the razor along its edge,                                           

while contemplating what genius the implications

of means – you don’t debate so much the art

but it can make you either resentful or conceited

if the identifying nature

of your insecurities has its way

beyond the boundaries you are beginning

to cherish can and work within. 

 

It’s clear it gives you solace and peace

to feel like this and may explain

the past frustrations the inability to work

with others, the feelings you sense,

and the inquisitiveness behind them.

 

Go gentle.  The surfaces meet and ideally, while this takes place in your states of awareness, ignorance, sleep, ad infinitum, they will shape against one another.  The softer of the two will always yield to accommodate the other.  Beware the strengths and weakness. 

 

In listening carefully you’ll spare yourself much

grief, and in step, others.  The mutual relationship

will benefit.  Speak as simply as you can. 

Your pattern recognition, which seems endless,

is a gift so treat it like one.  Only offer it if deemed important. 

Does it need to be said?  Does it need to be said now?

Does it need to be said by me?  In dealing with a problem this is good practice, but may also prove wise to employ this attitude in all your affairs.

 

Who will she be? 

The next romance and dance of spirits, braid

in the night sleep, sun of day, hand to hand,

seeing the world together, with eyes closed. 

It will be your breath that I come to count

on to set my heart a new rhythm. 

 

My days here are in servitude of wonder, to find it, and make it available to as many souls as possible. 

 

The breath is captured momentarily,

it shapes the surface a terrain, crystal combs,

feathered sierras, smoother than finger prints,

your tongue would melt the effect. 

 

This piece of mind you’ve given me I so cherish,

and in turn, when time comes, may I have

the courage as you show the way, show

myself, and while remaining a humble

witness to this intelligence beyond

my grasp, may I through you stand in silence

and mold what I may in your form.  My hands,

eyes, heart, breath, and being are yours again and again.

 

Where would I be without you? 

Moon heart growing and concealing the stars, receding to have the constellations have their pace.  Sun of mind, bright beacon, blinding and warm, piercing all life to wonder.

 

My dream is to keep

learning and living in mnemonic resonance with all that’s dear –

never to forget in action or repose – gratitude incarnate.

 

 

THEY WONDER HOW YOU BREATHE

 

They wonder how you breathe,

a half yellow sun in your hands,

set down softly to a thousand eyes. 

[The/A] quiet thread linked to youth

And wise, when you settle limb by limb.

 

They wonder how you breathe limb by limb,

walking through crumbling doors.

 

When the sun pushes its fulcrum

A flesh ocean will swell to reach it.

 

Man sat comfortably mesmerized,

Your stone face transfigurations – mere liquid,

more than silver blood and [glare/light].

Something reaches past the structures and textures.

 

How lucky the door as it crumbles,

One closes as another opens,

every time you walk through it,

transitional worlds to slipping grip.

 

They wonder how you sleep, and how you awake,

Every time you walk through their gazing eyes.

 

What is a half yellow sun?

No one can ever see a sphere wholly, but only the half [see the] sphere

As a circle, at best a curved growing coined smile, horned and yawning.

A double half-seen sphere in the sky moves in pairs

What they see is only half of each.

Together completing the dialogue emerging.

 

In how many ways have we tried to feel [fell] the full sphere?

Eclipsed, [and] if it falls from such heights, pin pricks streak lines

Over the night firmament.

 

“But look! A sea shell!”  Hermit inhabitant, tucked tight inside while I peer in curiosity, and hope it’s little creepy black legs won't reverse outwards.  And I wonder if it falls from the height of my cupped hands back to sand will it crack, but distracted by another wave washing over my naked feet I set the calcium spiral cone down and step back, watch my footprint fill with foam and salted water, the sand sponges back as it’s grains space out water molecules evenly, that there, the foot trace swallowed in licks, one among countless wise habits sea elucidates. 

How easily sand castles and buckets are forgotten.

 

If you could trace all the molecules breathed,

Follow each one, from lung to air, from air to leaf,

And back to air, and through their transformations, inhabit

These organisms, become participants, and though forgotten, [remain] indispensable–

How then does one raise tributaries to the most beguiled

and humbled of elements: Air?

Molecules that build and grow us, exchange, remain…impersonal?

 

Breathe – it is the highest form of praise.

Psyche was a woman who fell for Cupid.

This axis texture which you move and arrange

like clouds on a floor, where the sky rests at your feet,

and no trace is left, felt, or cleft.  Turned over, what details

will they weep over.

 

We are the measure of boundaries,

Willed, self-imposed, rejected, and inherited.

 

 

HOW DO TREES BREATHE

 

How do trees breathe as do we?

*[When trees breathe as do we]

 

but we only hear the breathing

when air brushes against

our mouths or branched leafs.

Sometimes we speak as we breath

Outwards to the world what mind

Beckons from the air. 

*[What from the wind beckons]

 

But how does the tree exhale words as we do?

Sometimes we sing, and breathing

Becomes an instrument of sound.

How does the tree sing when it breathes out?

*[exhales]

 

It speaks when we are quiet and leaves quiver.

It speaks when the wind whistles about branches too.

It sings at night when wind sways the canopies

Limbs and leafs brushing against another. 

 

More clever still, it invites birds to sing from its arms. 

*[Verdugo]

Do we think our vocal chords our more ours

Than the birds sitting on a tree?  Or that the bird

Is less part tree?  *[what is a bird prose – insert]

Have you seen how fast a bird

Flies through the webbed lattice of limbs deep in the forest? 

And what about frogs, cicadas, katydids, crickets,

The late night owl, this is how the tree sings.

 

It remembers itself daily and nightly, never forgetting

It’s nature.  We don’t speak always, but our voice returns as easily

As do the birds.  We speak in temperaments we don’t predict,

And are moved as trees bend in storms and winds. 

Lightning strikes and runs its burn marks along the bark,

And we too are struck at times, scintillae, but it’s nature is to grow

To sun, and root in earth.  Is this not difficult enough for us?

Are we so different? And what about the seeds, pollen and sap? 

We appear and awake before we ever slept and were born. 

Seeds grew, closed and buried by leafs or soil or digested in dung,

From there sprung, eyes opened to light, blurred but

Found the other eyes, mother’s eye, the breast, the circle orb of sight.

 

So too the sun pulls the newborn sprout, and feeds its

Warmth nectar by warm radioactive rays.  Little fission

Reactors in each leaf.  How we breathe, how they breathe?

Back and forth, day to night, night to day.

How many breaths does a tree take if we compare

the days to human breaths in a life time? 

What kind of tree would we be? 

 

And how does it think, the tree? 

It grows mushrooms, moss, lichens, nest, vines, roots, houses insects, Bugs, frogs, stores seeds, architects spider webs, nest for birds. 

This is how it thinks.  It shows you if you listen carefully,

And so too has Internet, under soil, root in root connected,

the oldest networked organism, the aspen forest. 

Fluids exchange back and forth, a pendulum sways,

Away from our view two trees seem individuals

though rooted below, as we root in society.

 

Perhaps the heavens are an old myth

For our times, just as God was useless to predict,

So too the heavens are useless for our next lesson.

Yet the trees hold the answer and key.  It’s nature,

Ecology, our neighbor, the measure the health of the planet

By measuring the health of the tree, not some distant star.

 

We’ve meddled more below ground than in the skies,

Pulled oil rather than the eternal solar power coil.

So now we must go deeper and see it through. 

Go underground, and in so doing we will join the heavens as one. 

For in going undersoil, we merge with the planet. 

Below the surface skin there we are united,

Ethereal as the firmament once promised to be,

The firm ground settles this bet. 

The mind of the sky in the below earth, Earthbody,

In our body, the Landchange, the Wonder Migration.

 

If we could turn our body perfectly inside out,

It would look much like the surface of the earth. 

Lungs as trees, veins as rivers, bones as Forest trunks,

bacteria like ants, mountain ranges as teeth,

the brain as the atmosphere, and earth’s magnetic fields,

pulling from the cosmos, and being in the cosmos our thoughts.

 

The flesh as the sea. 

Full hundred yards thy father flies,

of his bones are branches made,

Those are leafs that were his eyes,

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But [both] suffer a tree-change,

into something rich and strange. 

Birdcalls hourly song, the canopy charm,

Crow, chirp, and owl, I hear them, howl,

Among the sky voices fade in every call.

 

Those were his eyes now leafs made,

Shakespeare:

“Of his bones are coral made,

those are pearls that were his eyes,

nothing of him that doth fade,

both suffer a sea-change,

into something rich and strange…” 

 

What pressures bring you to see that the tree

is a body and as the body moves so too,

Tree moves, but we move differently, our time cut short.

When I walk from here to that there, I’m still

Here inside, yet the environment holds me distinct. 

So too the tree moves as the life forms

And it invites the move about its sphere,

Its children migrate and pollinate. 

Don’t we all have orbits of sorts to friend and

Family, at times, when lovers orbit us, we encircle them. 

When we lean against the tree, and sit

At the foot crown of its roots, how restful the shade,

How slow the heart grows, even in the face of toil.

A tree like us is mostly liquid.  So though tree, parts with its limbs,

We part with our past, and our future contrast,

so too we are part sea, parted by waves and salted blood.

 

An upside down tree is a human, or if you like,

A tree is a human turned upside down.

At times, for a big finale, it will snap a limb off, shed twigs.

Destroy so that more may grow,

our heads buried in the moist underground.

 

After the woods are gone,

Who will you be, and what will you become?

For yourself and trees have always been one,

Is it hard to see how you and tree are one alike?

And in this communion we breathe and grow free.

What are we pretending we are not?

Living on two levels, the hard and the soft, the illusion or dream,

Still or traveling, where you always remain,

Both of itself so persists.

Persist in the web of folly and see it through.

See it through, from random to order, of chaos to order,

to ad infinitum information, to mysterious depths and yugen webs.

Our conscious attention screens out the salient patterns, and

Leaves these parts departed, but for pattern to emerge so too

Does randomness chaotic require its toll to be ignited.

It’s called birth and not life, for life and strife are our decree,

But birth and death the grandest pulpit of mysteries.

 

 

 

THRESH THE SEEDS SOWED

 

Thresh the seeds sowed

That one day towards

The firmament glow

[whispers] will grow.

Limbs rising to a grander mystery,

The clutches of their roots know

Always out of sight, turns sun

Through land-change to spells.

 

In shadows you’ll find the burning suns.

Stars dwell in the shadows, where a series

Of awakenings topple like dominos,

And stack a continuum.  

 

The only real atom is the Universe, Atomos,

The uncut, the uncarved block, a symbol of nature.

 

Thoughts of you hang on the Horizon Line,

Made clear by the lateral mind,

Where the whole world though it does,

Never seems to grow like a hanging leaf.

 

These trees are smarter than we,

For they know their unconscious state more clearly,

Literally connected, where our developed focus

Only disconnects that which can truly give it rest.

 

This land comes with language,

Phrases formed from plants and stone,

From oak tree to human truth,

 

The phenomena of reality is environment,

Inclusive of body and mind.

Human reality is an epiphenomenon of imagination. 

Metaphor is many things, switching roles, active images, stories.

Metaphor is the gateway and bridge,

Between imagination and soul (psyche, mind, body)

Organizing Agents, in Latin, active organizers,

Form-growers, opposed to form-makers.

 

Memoria rerum – things.

Memoria verborum – words.

 

Art supplements nature. P. 14 (source? Cicero)

 

Phonetic language destroyed

the power of symbolic communication (images).

 

The dizziness of all that will remain unsaid,

soul is where metaphor exists as language.

 

If God is in the details, the so is death. 

“The devil is in the details.”

Do you think it strange that teachers

Never mentioned their fall from grace?

Perhaps it has to do with retaining the image of authority,

Which would collapse if failure was acknowledged. 

This failure could be interpreted as lack of knowledge,

Rather than a true understanding of how an organism operates. 

Failure is part of learning. 

Accordingly is should be taught in the plastic realm of arts

as well as the ability to exercise art itself. 

Avoid style in preference for experience to reveal forms.

 

Mushrooms 

 

One chocolate section, on empty stomach:

 

The mind wanders into corners and trap doors,

Being on mushrooms is the equivalent of what seems

to be described as a pain/ordeal trial.

How one handles the situation, which when surpassed,

brings about relief in the form of contrast.

I don’t need this much these days. 

Too much pain and repressed past comes to surface

too quickly for the body and mind to coordinate. 

Better the slow burn, or the deep,

all or nothing,

ceremony under proper guidance. 

 

A quarter of a section is good enough to raise

the auditory sensitivity and clarify perception.

 

The rest is all open, the hallucinatory and psychedelic states

already happen all day while drawing, so the chemicals

distort the hallucinatory and symbolic break. 

It over compensates as a double negative,

ends up cancelling experience from a lesson.

 

Existence is relationship.

Finding ways to feel contrast.

 

 

Shrill

Propitiate

 

 

 

THOUGH TIME MAY

 

Though time may by absent moments seem to steal our effortless esteem,

And in that strange mental realm, when and how our doubts seem to join teams,

I know that what is lost, and what is thought perceived simply grows to pass.

And like the persistent waves, which swell of their own natural built mass,

So too we settle on new found lands, where all that grows serves to show,

How little you know of my sways, and I of yours; but this is the migration wonder,

Which serves, invites, awakes, the stolen times to fissures of sleep, then raise thunder.

If you can do, as I can do with you, the twilights we see, which dawn balances,

Hold both our bodies, tethered, questioning, and curious for all our glances.

I won’t be the folly drowned fool in need of school, lest you teach with soft eyes;

Your patience wins us and me more, shapes these seemingly empty gaps and sighs,

Spaces we stroll upon, all the little that is known, to the completion of the cherished owned.

But as I long understood, there where you stood, there was nothing needed to enthrone,

We swim like fish, free in the daily sea, around another, and this expanse earns us power.

Tell me if I’m wrong, if the harbor isn't strong, for our vessels to dock the hours, and inspire

One creed alone.  What chastises my days, and now nights: am I a mirror for you to see,

All that you can be, all that has cradled warmth, and coaxed an impossible to reality in me?  

 

 

 

 

IF I LAY MY HAND

 

Over a Mountain

 

If I lay my hand over a mountain,

Will you feel time eroding our roads?

Find its analogue in fissures of skin,

There is a holding that hovers over your body. 

Sometimes flying.

Sometimes.

These two in tow,

Side by side,

Our arboreal engines ignited,

Prostrated.

Separated by breath and toil.

Find its parable in the erosions of our eyes.

Little branches reaching the corona,

Green and brown

Flesh that sees and pierces,

Becoming this with you.

Sometimes.

Sometimes flying,

Though the sensible atmosphere,

And disappear into quiet darkness.

Sometimes it’s easy to find you,

Looking back at my branches

Wrapped in crooked ways to

Define your sleeping body,

Breathing, resting, dismantled to dreams,

With blood next to me. 

 

 

 

AGAIN THE CLUTTERED NIGHT

 

Steady yourself among webbed ropes of toil.

 

Marred, frayed, worn heavy

That stretch beyond this storm

Their tethers laced to gales and swells

Outside reach

It’s this knot that keeps you there

Safe.

This gargantuan mouth has swallowed

You whole.

Breathe.

It is you that forms the weather,

See, it is you that pierces the black void

With thoughts of asterisks and funneled light

Your bearings are found in the intolerable

Sways.

When time again flashes the pith

To pieces,

And scatters your tears, in a whirlpool

Of pinpricks across your flesh,

Cry this ocean alive and pregnant

You complete the ocean and carve its depth.

Fathoms of fathers lap as waves

And crest the folds of old familiar hands.

The night closes its fist and you within

Can peek through the porous membrane

An inverted sea as the watery sky

Who cuts these worlds apart must float

Adrift between them, until they merge

A tempest thorny dream

In a vacuum of waves

And what is a bird here?

But a fish with wings, so plunge until

Falling from this tangled April sky

Resurface

With constellations under foot

Now walk these embraced slender arms

Netted by generations and branched by fury

When they blow so too do you

Blow the bowed eyes firm upon

The serrated shape-shifted arcs

Of a crowned horizon line

No larger than the weeping ring

a water drop incites to halo

the hidden moon, and versed sun.

 

 

 

STONES OF ENDURANCE

 

Memory & History Shapers

 

Earth

 

We are as good as the stones of endurance.

 

Water

 

Somos tan bien como confrontamos las piedras de la endurecía.

 

The conformity of objects and clothes loosely defined can be said to be an exchange or supplanting of history for conformity.  When we harness the novel event, or live in original moments, history is easily formed.  When we fashion around the dictates of shifting trends, we conform to someone’s formulation of history, which depends more on the erasure of memory, for the hit of trend.  It’s an addictive model.

 

Paul Newman, “because it has my history,” about the toaster he continually repaired rather than replaced.

 

 

History                        vs.             Conformity

Slow                                            Fast

Experienced first                           Designed first

Interpreted after                             Interpreted before

Inclusive                                       Exclusive

Internal                                        External

Integrated                                     Degraded and eroded

Natural                                        Social

Reflective                                      Prescriptive

Dialogue                                      Dictate

     

Technology can be seen as a set of internal drives, bridged, and externalized by tools.

 

Wanting to remember, we take pictures, but this is not integrating, not until it’s incorporated and digested into experience.  By taking the photograph we interrupt the internalizing process crucial for “recall,” not of facts, rather, the intuitive unconscious and irrational “recall” of events from an already integrated experience.

 

 

 

THE SPACE MIND MINDS

 

In Nocturnal Times

 

The space mind minds, in nocturnal mines,                                                                    *[nocturnal times mines]

of jeweled skies, darkened times mines jeweled specks,

a slow floating mote, on the myth boat of times,

Kairos (the opportune moment), now, now gone,

from Cronus to cranium, to the cultural terrarium

where mankind dwells between rock and sky,

rock and cloud, with declared might and clout.

 

Of root, soot, where winds loot the brushed leafs forget to trees.

Breath.

The trickster sighs, the courteous lie of forgotten flies,

Another world follows each human alike, in the wake,

And without effort somehow summoned to reawake.

Lucky the flee, the fly, and [or] moth.

 

Even the shell has two sides shaped by the world.

 

Sunsets and sunrises exist not, or rather, how can

There be a sun set and a sun rise, simultaneously?                                   *[side by side]

It takes but two of any eyed creature to find,

Such anomaly when thought alone, or experienced,

From the Earth bound surface grown, and though feet

May leave the surface *[and we] traversed, waves never leave                    *[bourn-boundary; borne-beared]

The ocean, though its body moves around.    *[abound the slender sound]

 

Consciousness is born to form, a living waking dream,

Where matter matters, but ultimately does not matter hold,

Ego as a final sleep…

A final sleep, ego’s leap, flattered and then forgotten.

Where matter settles, by sultry plays, the dozen hour flattered fold.

 

 

For happiness, how little suffices for happiness! ... the least thing precisely, the gentlest thing, the lightest thing, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a whisper, an eye glance-little maketh up the best happiness. Be still.

—Nietzsche

 

 

 

THE SUBJECT OF REARRANGING THE BODY INTO A HORSE

 

Kafka’s Metamorphosis

 

Kafka’s Metamorphosis too place in a room, requiring a forgiving negotiation of objects, but the people would surely come.  In the memory of the short account, anxiety filled the surfaces, the meeting point between the new substance he would feel through, move with, and grow within.  My metamorphic echo started an hour ago when a needle was driven careful and announced into my liver.  Another in near my spleen and heart, and the third, I can’t remember, though what I felt was the release of a deep muscle tension at the organ level.  I would not walk out the office human.  Tom wished me a good night, and I walked home.  Or rather, I moved all the body parts I have learned to move in sequence to maintain balance, and teasing the sidewalk before my eyes, moved near it correcting the fall with another step and another, and this is called walking.  And I’m upright.  I know this is sublimation if you like Freud, the term is distracting.  There was nothing to sublimate.  Whatever creature pushed against the diaphragm of my chest liked the space.  Like the underbelly of a dog, or horse, mine was exposed as though I had evolved into biped behavior.  Back muscles are structural and are the workhorse, the organs are emotional circuit boards, overloading and mending the lines.  What was released in the office was not a muscle but something so deep and primordial in feeling that I can’t describe this state without putting the picture of evolution in your mind.  Whatever that looks like, wherever the grandmother of your grandmother’s grandmother came from.  And keep feeling each grandmother of yours with their grandmother they knew at least by name, and keep going until you can no longer walk upright with feeling that somehow we are creatures, mammals not by species, but when we think of the subgroup of beasts of beauty, powerful anima (spirit) L   El Anima, the spirit of motion.  Someone thought the poetry of words would pass down the wisdom of all organic interconnectedness.  All things, ALL are organic, even money, the distant cousin to sustenance.  I feel like the food before me is interchangeable with the bricks on the wall.  I’m a seated horse, typing on this computer with gentle hoofs, I’m of black vinyl-like hair, but I don’t know this.  My hair sits in the field of all that I see.  Sometimes I catch worms squirming and my hoofs disappear and I sense the ache of my riders on my back.  Still.  My back may have belonged to them, but my underbelly was always mine.   Now I’m no longer a horse, I’m no longer what left the apartment anymore.  My underbelly is exposed and it moves again.   My back knew.  I have chest.  Under it the heart beats, as does in everyone.  E - v - e - r - y -  second.  And more, and./.and./.and./.and./.and./.and./.and.  How can it beat on it’s own?  I’m a horse, but the eyes see into the same hole of space as do yours.  I’m a dog, and when I’m tired you’ll see my wisdom.  I was only gone for two hours but have returned to this room a creature gutted like a fish, colt strong, rock and foam.  This body uploading the history of life.  Life and death are not what I think.  The short brief windows of exchange through wormholes of time and dreams, when my cramped feet become talons.  I use to be you, talon and prey.  Together.  Moth eyes and horse walking through Chinatown.  Four hoofs to go with every heartbeat, a vein reaps the membrane and reveals the pulse, a second swell, the tides, too swell.  A second.  Only a second in your hair, in your feet, in your liver and heart, always, only a second.   Form.  The formed from form of foam and back to home.   l /o / v / e / / / / ……..all that is between the letters is where the message rests.

 

 

 

 

[1] Transcribed Notes from drawing, words, drawn notations, graphs, and other.

[2] Trans. 2013.09.05 Sketchbook

[3] Trans. 2015.03 ~ Sketchbook

[4] Need a picture of a body recently lifted from the grass to mark the imprints of where the blood has been compressed

[5] Gold leafed sculpture of tree or sunrise

 

[6] Aristotle

[7] From the movie Chasing Ice

[8] Transverse Orientation — moving and navigating by the biological (proprioception) response to Milky Way light, and/or moonlight.

{Verify This}

 

[i] tree (n.)

Old English treo, treow "tree" (also "timber, wood, beam, log, stake"), from Proto-Germanic *treuwaz- (source also of Old Frisian tre, Old Saxon trio, Old Norse tre, Gothic triu "tree"), from PIE *drew-o-, from *deru- "oak" (source also of Sanskrit dru "tree, wood," daru "wood, log;" Greek drys "oak," drymos "copse, thicket," doru "beam, shaft of a spear;" Old Church Slavonic drievo "tree, wood;" Serbian drvo "tree," drva "wood;" Russian drevo "tree, wood;" Czech drva; Polish drwa "wood;" Lithuanian derva "pine, wood;" Old Irish daur, Welsh derwen "oak," Albanian drusk "oak"). This is from PIE *drew-o-, a suffixed form of the root *deru- "to be firm, solid, steadfast" (see true), with specialized sense "wood, tree" and derivatives referring to objects made of wood.

      The line which divides trees from shrubs is largely arbitrary, and dependent upon habit rather than size, the tree having a single trunk usually unbranched for some distance above the ground, while a shrub has usually several stems from the same root and each without a proper trunk. [Century Dictionary]

      The widespread use of words originally meaning "oak" in the sense "tree" probably reflects the importance of the oak to ancient Indo-Europeans. In Old English and Middle English also "thing made of wood," especially the cross of the Crucifixion and a gallows (such as Tyburn tree, famous gallows outside London). Middle English also had plural treen, adjective treen (Old English treowen "of a tree, wooden"). For Dutch boom, German Baum, the usual words for "tree," see beam (n.). Meaning "framework of a saddle" is from 1530s. Meaning "representation of familial relationships in the form of a tree" is from c. 1300. Tree-hugger, contemptuous for "environmentalist" is attested by 1989.

Minc'd Pyes do not grow upon every tree,

But search the Ovens for them, and there they be.

["Poor Robin," Almanack, 1669]

tree (v.)

"to chase up a tree," 1700, from tree (n.). Meaning "take a tree-like form" is from 1884. Related: Treed; treeing.

 

[ii] alcohol (n.)

1540s (early 15c. as alcofol), "fine powder produced by sublimation," from Medieval Latin alcohol "powdered ore of antimony," from Arabic al-kuhul "kohl," the fine metallic powder used to darken the eyelids, from kahala "to stain, paint." The al- is the Arabic definite article, "the."

 

Definition broadened 1670s to "any sublimated substance, the pure spirit of anything," including liquids. Sense of "intoxicating ingredient in strong liquor" is first recorded 1753, short for alcohol of wine, which was extended to "the intoxicating element in fermented liquors." In organic chemistry, the word was extended 1850 to the class of compounds of the same type as this.

[iii] Albert Camus, The Rebel, Vintage International (1991), Knopf, 1956, NY, p.5

[iv] ^ Ref. p.8

[v] ^ Ref. p.9

[vi] ^ Ref. p.10

[vii] ^ Ref. p.13

[viii] ^ Ref. p.17