Monthly Archives: July 2015

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Stalking Time

Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below misty blue sky
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile time,
flagrant erections of next generation’s hope
for full color life
perennially emerging time
through fields of green enraptured
brown soil and gray rocks
and weathered stretching darker bark
back further through time’s ringing core.

This summer’s newer time full color;
Elder time dressed in grays and browns
of dusk’s deeper hue and cry.

Time’s newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees’
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned, yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through subliminal octaves
of time’s unrolling memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth’s old-timed infrastructure,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating broken platters of Earthtime’s universe creation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient slow-timed lightening.

Capturing time’s enrapturing voices
and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through space.
Knotted notched logged time
captured in this sacred place
gracefully crumbling time’s investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall’s brown bed
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time’s
less aggressive metamorphic place
from logs reversing back into time’s landed space,
impervious to eyes noting her change of race
from convex branches to concave composts.

Time’s darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind
to find
and recognize.
Elder darker’s timing rhythm
speaks best through white hearts’ new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found discovery
recovery through youngish light
most resonantly resolved
through time’s polyculturing brightest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time’s inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time’s dark souled core
dying into light’s progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation’s non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dark time’s eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time’s song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time’s co-passion story.

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Better Community Design

Dr. Owl addressed his Community Developer pupils
of “Continuous Quality Improvement (CQI) Standards
for Home and Garden Design”;
which seemed rather heavy for his prime time of night.

Cooperatively sustained growth and development,
whether humanly designed or not,
is the “climax” or optimal CQI mission of PermaCulture Design (PCD).

Cooperative community development
and PCD share a cooperative-oriented systems paradigm
an arena for positive intervention.
Home and community and life development
also share with PCD
positive outcome indicators
which, when they actually show up,
define a community of sustainable well-being.

These four primary balancing functions of PCD:
consuming and producing
decomposition and regeneration
are also true of community development.

Howsomeversomuchwisdom,
economic development uses producer and consumer language
for developing multisectoral transactions.
Meanwhilecorrelativelycoincidental,
community organizers and policy analysts
speak of culturally regenerative values,
on their more effective days,
and of decomposing
fuel
flow
function
and frequency streams of social systems and networks.
and, more recently, binary information systems as well.

A largely untapped strength of PCD
is its active faith that weeds
and other negative environmental hazards,

like barbed-wire fences that you can’t see at night
and never know when you might fly into them,
and then, that’s that,

other unplanned outcomes,
mysteriously emerge as our most vitally underused
and dispossessed
resources,
even if only as teachers
of what mess to avoid in the future.

For example,
Dr. Eisler describes a darkly dominant macroeconomy
as too competitive and divisive,
rooted in evolutionary cultural assumptions
that we live in a Win-Lose world,
and God did not create any “losers.”
If this might accurately describe our Business As Usual
day
and life
and economy
and thinking about progress
and employment
and my messy beleaguered home life,
and all those struggles just to be heard,
and the nightmares pushing out night flights,
then we should call on a permacultural developer.

A permaculturist might remember
failing economies therapeutically respond
to more cooperatively interdependent financial
and employment
and residential
and landscaped
systems,
rooted in PCD’s standard “sit-spot” position,
that we steadfastly continue to live
within our Win-Win interdependent opportunity
for further evolution.

Frustrated Business As Usual developers
are learning to step into our mutually subsidiary yuck,
with the rest of us
and our planet
and this universe of information,
reweaving a new cooperative eco-normics
as eco-logic for Win-Win climaxing destiny
of PermaCulturing Time
through smooth flight PolyCulturing Space,
place,
race,
grace.

My take on better homes and gardens,
divest of overly-dominant competing logistics
by investing in pay-it-forward co-operative strategics.

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For Spacious Time

I need some natural,
organic,
spacious kinda time.
Where is nature in this time,
my time,
our time?

Perhaps nature is to time
as solid forms are to functional creation,
as solidarity is to creativity,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Full-Blown Climaxing polycultural kinda natural jazzy space
enters permacultural swinging revolutionary time,
bangin’ and beatin’ our hearts to ping.

Where was I, again?
Well, never mind,
you can’t go home again
in this polycultural space within permaculturing time.

Shout out to your sisters and your brothers
celebrating their polycultural Universalist space
balancing their Right-brain Co-Synergetic
Unitarian lusty kinda co-operative rhyming time.

Dubois soul sings Beloved Community
rhymes with Positive Integrity,
opposed by that nasty one “mendacity,”
a negative double-binding not yet not true,
our passive-aggressive cultural dissonance,
lack of cooperative resonance,
coupled with abject insolence,
when faced with Beloved Integrity
growing transgressively regenerative
revolutions of space in well-timed
full-racing DNA prime.

Ooh!!

Um-hmmm…

Dubois begat integrity
as Nazareth, that nada nest,
begat love,
as Bucky begat synergy,
as Atlee begat co-intelligence,
as Permaculturally natural eco-logical designs and long-term plants
begat RNA’s ubiquitous wisdom.

Um-hmmm..
Um-hmmm..

If justice is what love looks like in public
and tenderness is what love looks like in private,
I’d say we’re lookin better on the privates of our face
than on the public beaten side of our race
through space
to trace
this RNA place
where eco-justice was most originally defined.

How much more RNA do you really think there could be
in white skin than in black?
And would you not say that RNA is our most omnipotent,
most omnipresent,
most ubiquitous space and time
of intelligently regenerative design?

Yeah, I’m wid you,
I ain’t neve’ heard a no more DNA in The Dominant Left-Brained Man!
I jus’ a dumb cooperative minded gay guy
who thinks you’re playin’ me,
and my playin’ days is over!

Dr. West reminds,
reconnects
religions,
transgenerational catastrophe is to reissuing problems
as torrential flooding is to dust in my cognitive dissonance eyes.
A chronically possessive culture
breeds a catastrophically dispossessive economy.
A competitive economy
breeds a rabid lack of eco-logic.
Cancer cells always consider themselves chronic;
never would think of ourselves as catastrophic,
because we’re just so in love with that Positive Psychology
face in our cultural mirror.

The darker subconscious will have her intuitional revolution day
tonight
as she does every night we dream of polycultures
and nightmare with co-operative strength
against monocultural monotheistic monopolistic monochromatic
monomial universalism.
That’s our Black Hole womb from which our comprehensive consciousness evolved
enlightenment and light,
and bright,
and transparency,
as Father Time’s Left Deductive
gets it on with Mother Space’s Right Inductive,
trans-parentcy.

Discerning justice, integrity, synergy, loving spaces
for here-and-now time,
would best redeem this transparent moment
as co-investment for our co-operative future Time.
Balancing discernment is like learning to ride a bike,
once you get the knack of positive-deductive-left
greets negative co-inductive (double-bind knot,
or not) right,
with self-optimizing cooperative environmental momentum,
sufficient to sustain nature’s well-tempered life,
the rest is just peddling,
day in and night out,
eventually decomposing dismount
into further co-prehensile consciousness of death reborn…

“naturally, organic, spacious kinda’ time
rollin and weavin our narrative songs
sung in RNA’s pre-digital key of UCAG…
swingin’ as we”

why does breathing feel like floating and swimming inside?

and what was that thing called phantom limbs of consciousness?

Um-hmmm…
Sing that song,
all day long!

Ooooh yeah!
Look at our cooperative nature
in this most polyculturing time.

I feel sublime.

Oh yeah,
um-hmmm,
thump to my thump,

Spacious skies.
Golden waves of yummy grain.
Ultra-violet mountain range of consciousness,
Earth’s permaculturally fruitful plain.
Universe’s co-operatively jazzy face.

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So, Why Is It…?

Why is it:

we plant gardens
but we garden plants?

we call natural medicines drugs
and we call unnaturally produced drugs medicines?

we label our disease-hypnotized industrial-insurance complex
as our “health care system”?

we prefer fetal alcohol syndrome, pickled livers, and dead drunk outcomes
to THC induced probable failure to ever develop yet another over-yanged Type A personality,
with an antisocial proclivity for sprouting pickled livers and other deadly outcomes?

we tend to respond to uninvited Type B personality invitations
with Type A fully-alert personalities,
yet we respond to uninvited Type A demands
with Type B laissez-faire, neglect, and cognitively buzzed dissonance?

the older our nation grows
the younger our culture appears to prefer?

we pay more and more to elect politicians
who produce positive policy priorities and outcomes less and less?

the louder and longer I persist in persuading you of my wisdom
the shorter and softer grows your attention span
and capacity to hear me?

we produce prodigious amounts of dispossession destined for the trash
yet we seldom intend to ever possess and take ownership of our future trash?

economists respond to something called ecologic
as if their home eco turf were some alien craziness?

domineering competitive Business As Usuals
fail to see they are a sustainable cooperative economy’s
most significant mentor for disinvestment,
and design and development priorities?

every climaxing polyculture produces a master permaculturalist,
but not every master permaculturalist
has ever produced a long-term, sustainable-optimization-of-life-systems
polyculture?

we seldom have enough time to notice and appreciate new places and faces
but we drag through ponderous time invested in the same ol’, same ol’ faces
and spaces?

every meme has its own elitist establishment paradigm
but super-paradigm is not a meme?

if some communication event between two people
is called a transaction
then we think “economics,”
but if some communication event between two non-human systems
is called a relationship
then we think “ecosystem”?

that analogy is to logic
as ecology is to logic
but ecological arguments
are culturally dismissed as “merely analogical”?

that digital information is always binary
but polynomial information is not assumed to also flow binomially balanced,
like +1 = (-,-)0,
as Yang-Space = Yin/Yin Time,
as Left-brain dominant econormics = Right-brain double-binding ecosystems?

we temporally garden spatial rooted plants
and we spatially plant co-evolving rooted gardens?

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Melting Ice

Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on my melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on our backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and in to hunt,
to fish.
We start this day with gratitude
for warmth of light and life.

Empathize with polar bears,
or try to.
Not merely sympathize;
actually empathize,
step onto their/our natural icy place and time,
noticing ways bears bare our own lack of global justice
for them
and for ourselves.

Together,
we fear human rights and justice
are not ecojustice enough
to sustain optimized and inclusive life
and Continuous Quality Improvement investments
with minimized risk of loss.

We feel like we live on a shrinking island
of hopelessly competitive despair.

We feel climatic heat melting our angry and fearful interior
and exterior landscapes of nutritional potential.

We fear drowning in an understory
of melted cooperative permacultural boundary waters
of natural systemic immersion,
swimming in an icy northern sea
of metamorphic submersion.

We hunger for a lost hunting paradise
of cooperatively synergetic love.

We feel homeless unto a catastrophic miraculous death.

Death dreams in constellations of encultured space,
dynamic time invested in frequencies of place,
coincidental patterns,
gravitational rhythms,
co-operative flow…

Life is what we absorb each day,
invest in,
divest of each night.

Time is what regenerates future
and decomposes past.

Economic balance is found in nutrients we produce,
not toxins we consume.

Eco-logic ratios and rations
portions and proportions
entifies and gives and dispossesses
rectifies and takes and coredeems
plants and harvests
winnows and composts
thins and nurtures
blames and praises
stimulates and responds
causes and effects and affects and infects and defects and reflects
dislikes and values
lives and decays
orders and confuses
confluates and dissonates
frowns down upon and within and smiles up and without
curses and blesses.

Would it not be good to balance justice
so everything adds up without remainder
double-bound smooth-structured perfection,
mutually justified margins
balancing all sides of any story and issue,
correctly aligned judgment,
a logically normative standard,
a natural law
inclusive of all Earth’s living, breathing values and nutrients,
and elusive of all EarthTribal pathologies
and wilting economies,
failing gardens,
competing losers,
summer seared deserts
as polar bares?

Our ecotherapy calls for more cooperative gardens
and recreations,
and employment,
and lifestyles,
and revolving rhyming analogical norms
for economic behavior,
Golden practice and intent
emerging from ancient threads of transmillennialism.

Synergetic Polyuniversalism,
Post-Taoist multisystemic analysis
of Nature Balancing Time’s Right
to struggle and suffer
toward defining,
harmonizing,
effecting,
regenerating our metamorphic root co-operative system
of, for, and by Time’s Equi-Valent Justice,
in four primally dipolar/bipolar fractal dimensions,
like DNA,
to site our most regenerative example
found in each neurally transpositional cell.

Awaking now,
to our melting ice home,
did we find this ecojustice,
or did RNA find and intelligently develop us,
or both somehow?

Only eternal remembered time’s unfolding
will tell upon refolding.

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Miraculous Powers of Hypocrisy

I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence,
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a “conspiracy” of a dominating, oppressive, and competitive culture.

Conspiracy theories make me nervous about the theorist,
but West reassured us that he shares this concern,
yet even with all that concern taken into account,
perhaps this is a conspiracy
in the same sense that cultural and climate evolutions
always appear, in hindsight,
as if genius inspired,
intelligently planned
and spontaneously networked
a magically coincidental outcome.
Positive sometimes,
and sometimes more about this mystery
of tolerating oppressive and suppressive disvalues for others,
with apparent equanimity,
unaware of any cognitive dissonance,
without active antipathy,
or even passive empathy,
the total absence of compassion,
lack of mindfulness,
lack of consciousness;
unconsciousness.

Our own hypocrisy of self v. other values v. tolerable disvalues
are hypnotic conspiracies?
Magical miracles?

Yet, conspiracy or not,
if self-contentment is possible
while hypocritically accepting intolerable losses and suffering,
abuse and neglect, for other:
species,
Earth-plus-atmosphere ecosystem,
nations,
cultures,
neighborhoods,
even other family members,
then we sometimes would choose words like
irrational,
rabid,
irresponsible,
lack of appropriate accountability,
lack of capacity for empathy or bonding,
lack of awareness, consciousness,
hateful,
stupid,
mental disease,
sociopathology,
ecopathology,
a hypocritical living death cuts by a thousand ego-feathered knives.

We work this magically competitive hypocrisy with each other,
on each other,
against each other,
and sometimes with each other–
we call that humor.

I do not feel possessed
when my internal ecological voice
tells me that my monocultural competitive economic environment
is over-invested in undervaluing significant dimensions
of who we naturally and cooperatively (permaculturally) are,
our care-giving and loving,
our tenderness and justice-seeking,
our tendency to side with the underdog and the understory,
our endless fascination with root systems and nutritious blossoms,
seasonal development patterns and the weather,
birdsong and surf sounds,
regular breathing and heart-beat rhythms,
blood flow nutritional capacities,
the consumption and production of nutrients
within any paradigm that might come to mind.

I get it that I live in a culture educating ourselves,
about Darwin’s “evolution is the survival of the fittest cooperative relationships”
by simply omitting the last two words;
cultural hypocrisy miraculously conspired through our sins of omission,
more salient than our grace of cooperative inclusion,
because of collective cognitive dissonance
where we need collective cognitive confluence.

Perhaps a more resonant resolution of consciousness
calls us to slow down and decompose our analysis of deviance
as sometimes negative and sometimes positive
but always some of both.

I struggle to hold a heuristic safe-space for positive deviance.
My cognitive dissonance radar
learns to perceive dissonance itself as having two faces.
In this way
I begin to claim my positive deviant place
in our shared orthodoxy of truth and goodness,
beauty and diverse polycultural integrity,
in our “unitarianism” our synergy (B. Fuller),
our love.
If I am challenged to include you in this shared orthodoxy
(of truth and goodness and beauty and justice, etc.–the “positive values”)
then my sense of ecosystemic balance
is dissonant enough to exclude you
from your rightful place in our radically cooperative eco-space.

I tend to over-react to your negative deviance,
all that nastiness, really?!
because of our culturally collective cognitive dissonance
about your coincidental positive deviance,
OK, so you are loyal to a fault and a good cook,
and the clothes actually do smell and feel better when you do the laundry,
although it is the environmental expense that we actually disagree about,
whether it is significant to our collective future,
or not,
or something in between,
some place that we might actually find
and consensually agree about
and then go on to those other kinds of sensuality,
but I think I have side-railed here.

Perhaps we enjoy solidarity in rooting for the underdog
in empathizing with those who appear
with a magical potential of a positive deviant outcome.
We so hope the underdog might win this round
in part
because we thereby retain a ray of hope
that we too may someday win
with all our undervalued, unsung, underdogged traits,
cooperative preferences,
nurturing instincts,
suffering and struggling with
my over-dog egocentric cultural landscapes,
my environment,
my internally encultured ego (Left-brained) consciousness.

I always cast my ego in the role of underdog,
just as my Right brain casts our permaculturally cooperative eco-consciousness
in the role of Superdog.

This internally chaotic conspiracy of self-doubt
about ego’s capacity to live fully,
integrally,
creatively,
honestly,
compassionately,
with appropriate integrity of self-disclosure,
without the embarrassment of closeted hypocrisy,
dropping our considerable weapons of mutual immunity
and cognitive dissonance,
is also the boundary face of rediscovering our Right-brain’s ecocenter,
our Beloved non-verbal Communication center,
comprehensively conscious,
resonant and resolved,
optimized and polypathically densely nutritious,
only through bicamerally synergetic confluence,
active peace,
love,
integrity of shared meaning and purpose
to the very core of our mutually messianic
mutually mentoring
co-redemptive
ego-and-eco balanced chi-soul.

Interior Landscaped Ego (left)
and Cooperative Exterior Landscaped EcoEarth (right-elder)
DNA/RNA fueled and functional frequencies
coincidentally confluate,
stir
decompose
to regenerate.

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Family Therapy

Multisystemic feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in permacultural eco-logic,
a systematic teleology of cooperative economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their camouflage.

A self-isolating,
often eremetical,
subspecies,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and dance and sing
with Earth and all Her polyculturing species and seasons,
spaces and times,
outside glaring spotlights of media networks
and shallow soundbites.

That said,
perhaps I can share lessons from my children
about internal and external landscapes of justice
and passion,
passion for justice.

Spencer is my cooperative networking
transgenerational
post-millennial polypath.
At 18, he remains with me,
has not yet wandered off into his camouflage,
in part because I am a slow learner
in comparison to his lightning networked intuitive consciousness.

I am a more thorough and systematic teleologist,
but also ponderously detailed,
like Thomas Aquinas and Buckminster Fuller,
unwilling to leave any paradigm untouched,
producing a cooperative ecosystemic thesis
and antithesis of cognitive dissonance,
that remains undecipherable
except to those few who already speak
and hear
and feel
and see,
absorb polypathic nutritional polycultures.

What does justice look like for my 20 year old African American son
who graduated from special support services at Entitled Upper Middle Class High School
with a fourth grade cognitive and affective functionality,
no marketable skills other than his physical strength
which shows decreasing likelihood of endurance
due in part to horrid nutrition
lack of self-care
his preference to self-medicate
away from his internal dissonance.

He prefers THC,
although he is angrily aware this means state and federal employment protection laws
form a moat around his buzz,
with all the opportunities on the outside
and far too many of the long-term risks on the inside of his bleary silo of despair.

Dillen, my loyal handsome young adult son,
recognizes discrimination,
marginalization,
poverty
in comparison to outcomes for self-medicating with alcohol.
It’s a cultural thing that old people do to his Transmillennial Generation,
like declaring wars so they can learn to fight each other,
while elders suck our fat wealth deposits into
sport cars of shifty ludicrosity.

Dillen’s skills do not include multiplication,
much less division,
but he knows when justice divides his population of young adults
looking for their first jobs,
so they don’t have to live under the tyrannical oppression
of their parents.
Self-medicating with alcohol can easily pass a drug screen test
with one day notice from Human Resources,
while Dillen watches from the other side
of this divide.

Can he get through at least eight weeks without medication
that actually does seem to help him feel and think better
of and with himself,
and,
given any doubt that any of this makes any sense,
how long before he stops bothering to apply for any hope of a full life?

Dillen understands the justice and injustice of attending a horribly designed State contracted job training program,
to sit for eight unpaid training hours,
for at least four weeks,
probably six or even more,
in a summer classroom with no windows,
with 29 other ADD and ADHD medicated trainees,
to face the dismissive derision of their trainer
for being who they are,
losers who will never actually be sent through to the paid employment stage of this card-shark process,
violating perhaps every justice principle intended by the Americans with Disabilities Act,
while drawing full Job Coach Trainer pay at my tax dollar expense.

Dillen was not outraged that the State had no record of contractual oversight,
no evidence that anyone who did eventually get paid could not have done so with one week’s unpaid training,
no evidence that there were no other training contractors with the capacity to avoid violating the civil rights of those supposedly receiving a service with positive outcomes,
rather than rejection and dispossession and dismissal and further hopelessness outcomes.
Dillen was not alarmed that the Commissioner,
his own State Senator,
his US Senator,
the ACLU,
did not seem to raise so much as one eyebrow
to a misuse of public dollars and trust
with outcomes that could not even perform at the thinnest level of justice:
If you cannot do any good,
at least be sure you cause no harm.

Dillen has become used to an economic and cultural ecology
that does not include him,
and others who look and act and perform and breathe and beat their hearts,
and try to balance their bicameral hemispheres as best they can
in a “Business-As-Usual-Means-You-Do-Not Matter” environment.

So, Dillen reminds me of what I recognized long ago,
growing up gay male in a homophobic
hetero-dominant
culture.
I am reminded of what it means to have no economic right to employment
and no ecologically supported right to love,
to be valueless human nature
intrinsically mendacious
negatively deviant from all that is universally orthodox goodness,
that justice could not include any marital relationship within a Beloved Community,
could not include acceptance as a healthy soul
or body
or identity,
as the appropriate offspring of socially acceptable justice.

Dillen’s bottom line,
“If they wanted to abuse us,
then I wouldn’t have minded so much
if they were at least going to pay me.
I’ll be The Man’s whore if I have to,
but I won’t be his bitch.”

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Redeemer Howl

Forgive me
for soundly sleeping while you silently weep,
for bold breathing while you belligerently wilt,
for heart beating strong and true
without you and yours,
dust fore-given free.

Challenge us
to never swim without you,
to always win to win rich blues,
love’s lusty inclusion,
heroic trust.

Relent me
for needing to win
on backs aching with loss
for balancing harmonic dross
while children drift to sea
sons and daughters without home
except hunger to live free.

Redeem me
with my up-front birth deposit
within a more nurturent wombing sea,
no choice specific to how I might be,
or not become,
a fairly well-fed lottery ticket
avoiding your draft for violence,
ballistic anger,
seasoning sorrow
for a tomorrow without rational hope
of better than today
or last,
with all those wished-for lasts before,
your chronic path through over-populated messages
that black
and brown
and red
and victimed,
and oppressed,
and unhealthy subliminal suppressed lives do not fucking matter,
poverty trends to eat our young
to digest in tumors of rich fat deposits
before children can leaven hope to ever fly together
through a deeper embracing ecology.

Know me,
your nature’s genetic parasite
afraid of my own absorption
within our regenetic forested wild
while I sleep
to the beat
of a defenseless child
born too soon for time’s enrapture,
born without face
that splatters through dull culture’s consciousness,
no matter
if some grow fatter
while flowers fade
and next year’s seeds cease speaking
within their silo tree,
while others climb her privileged branches
to grow free.

Free me,
from this relentless suboptimizing justice,
for placing lack of empathy
where surplus of antipathy
breathed and smoldered more honestly,
relentlessly burning warrior hearts
in passioned love with eco-we,
reclaiming corporate integrity for ego-me,
free from investing in slow death silence,
quiet laissez-faire mediocrity,
free to live Earth’s incubator nest
of webbing life,
time’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to invest in fear of death as we
becoming, reconnecting me to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to cosmic jazz-dance solar light of free,
with power to feel your beat as me.

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Interviewing Fr. Time

Hi.
We don’t have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don’t,
so let’s plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form or function?

False dichotomy. No such thing as a totally dysfunctional form,
and no such thing as changing function without some form
distinguished against a static background, or understory.

OK, that was quick!

Not really,
it just seems that way to you.

Whatever,
what about space and time,
which came first?

Same question.
Same answer.
Space adds formed place
to time’s potentiating and exforming function.

Alright,
so linguistic paradox meets coincidental evolution,
I guess.

About time.

So you say.
And, yang and yin?

Same question.
Yang empowers Time’s form
while Yin unfolds as bilateral yin-yin bipolarity,
bicamerality,
binary,
all binomial time frequencies,
synergetic trend strings and cycles,
bi-elliptical mutually irradiant,
revolving gravity waves;
double-binding,
like not-not injunctions
and mutual mentors of coredemptive natural intelligence
as accessible as the nearest regenerating cell,
intuition,
subconscious non-languaged awareness
of synergetic communication and community,
emerging from an eternally unfolding
enthymematic diastolic holding place
of polycultural multisystemic love,
being,
giveness,
fore-giveness,
mutual subsidiary solidarity
and coredemptive navigation from past stimuli,
pulling, inviting, seducing
toward future’s ecojust karmic response,
ecological reconnection from past to future in each present time,
re-genesis of The Tree of Coincidental Death and Life,
fear of shortness of time’s revelation, revolution,
between death and life
and yet further death and purgation
toward further freedom and facility and harmonic diversity
of both species and song,
until we sometimes overheat our climatic landscapes
with less than fully optimized permacultural function.

Wow!
Was that good for you?
I don’t know how many nested climaxes you intended to create there,
but, anyway,
what about dark and light,
black and white,
dispossession and possession of transparency?

Same question.
Black is white light’s full octaved closed-set form
as light is emergent black’s informating octave-ergodic function.

So is that like a color wheel observation
or some kind of cosmologically universal statement?

Yes.
The ultra-violet spectrum completes time’s full octave frequencies,
your human natured atomic picture frame
of a double-torus shaping universe,
the outline of a tree
including the tree’s equivalent subterranean understory,
and undervalued root system.
Undervalued by egocentric left-brain dominant culture,
not by right-left bicameral balancers
and hormonizers
and permaculturalists,
all the way back to Laotse
then on back to shamans noticing naturally seasoned
cycling and recycling systems of birth and decomposition
and then new birth again.

You did it again,
that thing
when you sound like you’re channeling Bucky Fuller
and you start talking about one thing
and then pulling words about some other irrelevant thing,
turning analogical coincidence
into ecological correlates.

Yes.
I suppose that’s how language evolved
to iconically place-hold neural memory patterns
of synaptic crisis and aptically benign norms,
structured as DNA fractals,
cycling octave holonic frequency functions.

I’ll take a pass on ever pretending
connections between DNA’s structure
language syntax.
How about the chicken and egg?
Which came first?

What’s the difference?

I don’t know.
It’s one of those questions philosophers like to ask.

No.
I mean, what’s the difference between a chicken
and its egg?

Well, one has feathers and wings
and sometimes lays an egg
and the other is sort of oval
and smooth hard-shelled,
and gooey inside.

This chicken you are asking about,
did it lay the egg
you are asking about,
or
did this chicken emerge from the egg
you are asking about?
Or, maybe both,
at different stages of chicken with egg development?
If so,
then I guess they too evolved coincidentally.
If I may comment off record here,
you keep asking questions about evolutionary production
and consumption cycles,
as if progenitive decomposition,
metamorphic transitions,
through self-renewing stages of paradox
were not the reverse face of regeneration,
as if we could have mature plants
during summer’s contenting heat
without cold hibernation
of winter’s dissonant contentiousness,
or any concept of fully living
without something we fear as death,
loss of corporate-structured life.

I told you I would only do this interview
if you promised to not critique
our stupid questions.

There is no such thing,
but some are much more perennially
and permaculturally productive than others.

If you say so.
What would be the most insightful question I coul ask you
and please go ahead and answer it too.
Save me some trouble.

Why is the duration of your DNA’s life potential
measured only with atomic
digital
cellular-universal ego-rooted quantitative values?
Because positive inductive/consumptive life-form balance
is omnisciently defined by eco-ionic production
of (0) sum binomial root systemic double-crossing
Eulerian prime relationship spacetime function.
The beginning and end of your DNA string
appear terminal rather than transitional
if you identify your self as ego,
rather than your holonic portion of eco-regenerative consciousness.

OK, well, thank you for that,
I think.
how do you feel about this interview so far?
Anything else I should ask?

I wish you would give higher priority
to ecological and feminist justice platforms.

What’s the difference
between a feminist agenda
and an ecological platform?

You stand in solidarity with one
while endlessly reiterating the other.

Nice job;
very excellent question.
Which came first
is like asking which is the Host
and which is the benign parasite,
which is the producer and which is the grateful consumer,
when these functions emerge coincidentally
throughout a life,
a dream,
a generation,
but also sequentially
across time’s procreation of regenerating space.

You’re doing it again.

Yes and notnot. That’s what I do, reiterative time flows ubiquitously double-bound.

I have a headache. When will Mother Space arrive?

She can’t make it; doesn’t have Time.

I should have seen that coming.

Yes, because it happens all the Time.

Please stop.

I really don’t think that’s in your ego’s best interest at this Time.

 

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Peaceful Losers

Patching up enslaving hatred is sure to leave some hated aftermath.
How can this be regarded as tolerable,
these interior human natured self-hatred transgenerational aftershocks?
Therefore Wisdom holds the Yang as Loser paradoxical space,
And does not dispossess guilt toward any Winners.
Virtue, like indentured servitude, is for coredemptive patching up;
Violence of enslaving hatred is for assigning Loser guilt.
But, the way of wisdom is partial toward inclusive Winners;
Siding only with coredemptive dispossessive losers
of enslavement, possession, cancerous wealth of entitled self-hatred
and fear of death as loss.

Knock Knock.

Who’s there?

Slave.

Oh, well, first, ummm…Slave whom?
And, second, are you sure you intend to knock
on my front door?

First, Slave Hater.
Second, does that sufficiently answer your question?

No, not really, Slave Hater could be most anyone I’ve ever met;
this really doesn’t help me figure out who you are
knocking on my door
in this eternal moment.

So why don’t you open your door
to answer your own fearful questions
about my Hater identity?

Because anyone I would welcome into my life
would never knock first.

What does that say about your identity?
Who are you,
a 24-7 pit stop
only open for those who have a key to you?

That doesn’t sound quite right,
but perhaps not wrong either.

Well then it sounds like we are a good fit.
I’m Slave Hater,
both not quite right or wrong
for your passive-aggressive locked door
Win-Lose logistical strategy.

Wait a minute,
I didn’t say I’m passive aggressive,
and everybody I know locks their door
to win some safety from losers.

But you do say you are passive-aggressive
in your habitual practice of reminding those around you
of what you did not say or do.
You have less empathy for enslaved losers
than fear of becoming one yourself.
Don’t worry so much about it,
all us losers already know you’re a loser too
and we will feel comforted by learning
that you finally recognize you are one of us self-haters.
It’s OK,
really.
You hope that hanging onto that one last key
in your pocket
means you’re not a total loser.
It does.
OK?
No one intends to dispute that,
at least no one you are ever likely to meet
to know and learn to love,
as long as you totally invest in that last sole-Winner key.

Patching up a great hatred
is sure to leave some hatred outside
and behind,
downstream for future struggling memories
dreams
and generations.

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