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The Climatic Collaboratory

I don’t recall whose inspired idea it wasn’t
to invite the math professor
into our Therapeutic Collaborative Laboratory.

I do recall when I first heard her speak
of cooperative polynomial qualities
for improving ego/eco-therapeutic communications.

She was, of course,
in the back of the room.
I noticed her on my way in,
wondering if she might be a drag queen
prepared to go onstage during our Tea Dance,
scheduled much later on this sultry summer day
at Unitarian University,

Where all our truths combined are universal,
and no segregated truth
could possibly be trusted
without timeless collaborative scrutiny,
labored oratory
struggling to survive another day
in this urgent spacetime Laboratory.

I don’t remember
exactly what the facilitator’s question was,
but our topic was how to best quantify
evidence for Continuous Quality Improvement
of HealthCare
for Earth
and for all EarthTribes of interdependently webbing life.

I do remember
she did not raise her hand,
nor ask for the wooden talking stick,
but barged right in and on
as if bottled up impatience
could be spilled
to fill this collaborative space
through time.

“In MacroEconomic studies,
ecological and political resilient health care
empowers optimization
through co-passionate
co-operative
capital-investment,
or at least this seems true
whether inclined toward LeftBrain polypathic
or RightBrain polyphonic, better sung than said, muse-theory.”

Silence ensued
as both our lefts and rights
invited a collaborative exchange
to see if we might individually
and then collectively
make any sense of this,
but she went on to fill this vacuum
with nervous left-brain inferior interior complexities…

“Resilient health care consumer optimization
is also organic health care producer creolization,
together pursuing win/win resonant attachments
best when rooted in trust-based
deep learning cooperative communication”

“But, optimizing such resilience
invites a balanced collaborative event
in which left-hemisphere polypaths
find equal interdependent rights
within not-not co-passionate teachings
against lose/lose degenerative
unnatural
untruth trends,
AND
right-hemisphere poly-musicians
artistic talent refines win/win regenerative
sacred
co-operative
interdependent
wealth-orchestral trends.”

Such resonance was unprecedented
in our Collaboratory.
Silence,
now compromised by some soft slight snoring sounds,
continued.

“This bilateral balancing algorithmic metaphor
notices Tit for Tat Win/Win game strategies
are left-hemisphere deduced
as either EgoTit or EcoTat,
while our laboratory’s right-hemisphere induces both EgoTit
and EcoTat more heuristically held
in alpha rhythms co-arising integrity
of +1 universal polynomial language
equals (-,-)0-sum-core,
a more co-present uniting interdependent web
of not yet Yang and not yet Yin double boundaries
in our internal yin/yang bilateral spacetime labs

For prime 4D cooperative Tit/Tat
resilient DNA regenerative
optimization trends.”

I don’t recall
if this was the tipping over point I fell asleep
or if I did continue with more lucid notes

“Like the co-passionate original relationship,
health/secular and wealth/sacred co-empowering interrelationships
of thymine and cytosine,
adrenaline and oxytocin,
testosterone and estrogen,
x and y polynomial binomials 1 and 0
ecologically numerological
ego-unitarian integrity
and eco-habitat’s EarthUniverse balance
when (+) equals double-binding binomial (-,-)
interdependently health resilient
cooperatively harmonic,
not so chaotically competitive.”

I turned over
in this Collaborastoried silent rest,
wondering how long before recess
so we could go outside
to sing and Tea Dance
with the drag queen in the back row.

“Resonance, like music,
is not so chaotically competitive
and not so complexly,
darkly negative breeding negative
chronically stubborn left-hemisphere supremacy
secularizing predative either/or thinking
while evolutionary feelings,
if external v internal
then internal v external climates of dissonance, degenerative
mistrust within chronic dominant aggressives,
creating rabidly critical climates
of monoculturing despair,
hopelessness about future resilience
of healthy
humane
democratic
multicultural self/other-governing resonance
of all spacetime Collaboratories.”

It briefly occurred to me,
with some rush of paranoid alarm,
maybe the math professor’s laboratory
has no Off switch.

“Metaphor
within meta-collaboratory systems
within interdependent webs
and strings of bilateral time
and umbilical nature/spirit nutritional cords
of passionate co-attachment relationship
speak and listen back through space
toward our original tipping point
of bilateral co-arising
4Dimensional fractal/octave ZeroZone
timeless
spaceless
not insufficient not time
co-gravitating yang/yin health
found inside regenerative nature/spirit ZeroCore sums
co-arising win/win soul algorithmic networks
curiously exploring integral collaboratory health potential.”

I remember walking out
in side by side silence,
induced by sleep
or seduced by alpha rhythmic slumber
or deduced within Earth’s win/win gaming spacetime
I don’t remember
if the math professor
really was a drag queen,

But, I do remember
she was sitting
then standing,
listening
then speaking
from the back right through left row.

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Listening for Sustainability

My daughter,
with Fetal Alcohol crippling emotional intelligence damage
and Cerebral Palsy perpetual TerribleTwo
“is too many,
because Earth is all about ego-defiant me”
has taught herself
to attach her lips,
and sometimes her wet licking tongue
when she is feeling particularly needy
and/or playful
or maybe just hungry,
to my male dominant capitalist-head
when she needs to feel noticed
attached
connected
invested in
better.

This Saturday morning
she commits the unpardonable sin
of waking up before seven a.m.
Eleven is closer to her business as usual.

After bath and costuming,
both accomplished with as little support from me,
autonomously distracted, as possible,
she goes to our kitchen
to watch her favorite animated song and dance loops
on It’s All About You
Tube.

I am hanging out with my son,
also with cerebral palsy,
but unable to walk without balancing assistance
and unable to talk in either direction,
talk back or proclaim forth,
which is more his sister’s favorite skill set.

After a few minutes
of only slightly compromised peace
this sunny summer Saturday morning,
the daughter comes in
to demand her support staff (me)
prepare her royal breakfast (immediately).

I invite her to self-serve.

She says No!
repeatedly
while I remind her
she is capable of going to the freezer,
extracting one microwave pancake and sausage
on a stick,
wrapping it in one square of paper towel,
opening the microwave door,
placing it on the rotating glass plate inside,
closing the door,
pushing 1, 0, 0,
waiting for the ding,
and removing her breakfast by holding the stick,
waiting for it to cool,
removing the paper towel,
and devouring the pancake,
then the sausage,
as usual.

She responds
I want you to do it.

I respond
I want you to do it.

“No, Help me!”

“I am helping you!”

“No!
You do it; not me!”

“Why?”

“Because I”m watching my tablet.”

“And I’m trying to meditate
and write!”

“No! Help me!”

So, I ask for a time out.
We have been at this same impasse countless times.
It’s a ritual,
obsessive and compulsively lose/lose.
We are both not listening
while we are also not meditating
and watching
and writing healthier song and dance stories.

What’s happening here?
You know you can make your own breakfast.
Is this about not wanting to be alone?
Do you want me to show you
how crazy I am about you?

“Can I have a kiss?”

And then we do the “my lips on your head”
And “my head on your lips” ritual.
I give her a back and shoulder massage
while she has her therapeutic attachment breakfast.

My daughter smiles,
leaves the room without further demands,
goes back to the freezer,
pulls out a Blanketed Pig
on a stick…

I go back to writing
about resilience
and remediating potential lose/lose Earth climates
and emotionally cooperative reparations.

My son goes back to sleep,
having had a good belly laugh
at our curiously outspoken craziness,
reminding me
Curiosity is a more effective left-hemisphere tool
than working hard to feel right-hemisphere patience
in the face of apparent weapons
wielded by alien win/lose forces
in an otherwise win/win potentiated
interactive ego/eco-system.

He sits up,
groaning
repeatedly,
until I re-emerge
aware
He needs a diaper change,
on this peaceful sunny summer Saturday morning
riding still-revolving climates of Earth
re-creating green-blue-red
ultra-nonviolent win/win living systems
of actively communicating co-enlightenment.

Maybe we’ll have lunch on the backyard deck
under our barn red umbrella
as the Thames River continues to flow downstream
from northern stars
toward southern sun sustaining states.

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MotherEarth Economists

EarthMothers are instinctively natural economists
advocating fiscal conservancy
because we cannot sustainably give
beyond nutritional elements we are cooperatively taking in.

EarthMothers know by pregnant experience
what it feels like to slow-grow a robust regenerative economy,

To give birth to healthy robust hope,

To invest in bilateral birthing compassion

To divest of timelessly cherished assets
when our right climate of healthy opportunity
has come, win/win,
for cooperative health remediation

For regenerative selves
and our future sons and daughters

From wet warm wombs
born into MotherEarth’s globally pregnant
eco-political climate remediation,

Health remunerative cooperative co-governance,
co-investing in health wealthy future Time.

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Resilient Health Care Systems

Competitive economic experience
breeds business as usual
capital-growing cultures
with a special preference historical
for white privilege patriarchal
remembering and designing
left-brain dominant educational systems.

Cooperative ecological economies
breed more organic networks
of permacultural health
and nutrition
and communication experience,
with a special historical preference
for ecofeminist Earth-empowered
deep learning
listening
noticing prime primal attachment relationships
between internal ego-
and external eco-
systemic balance,
harmony,
interdependent equity,

RightBrain HealthWealth Prominent ,
liberal leftwing progressive,
freedom from isolated loneliness,
depression,
repression,
suppression,
AND
LeftBrain WealthHealth Dominant,
conservative rightwing defensive,
freedom to impressively
robustly
compassionately
nutritiously thrive

without eating the less brilliantly aristocratic help

and remembering to at least say
Please and Thank You and You Are Welcome,
is where civil rights end
and co-responsively begin.

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Hopeful Whistling Signs

I recall similar signs and notices
of ironic appeal:

“We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying”
ripped and torn,
and is that a dried yellow yolk stain?

“This is a NO GUNS neighborhood”
surrounded by a lot
vacant except for weeds
mulched in broken shards of glass.

ZERO CRIME AREA notices
as prolific as NO HUNTING signs
in SureWood BeNice Forest.

Me thinks
we protest
too much
to not raise questions
about the wisdom of declaring victory
and moving on,
rather than struggling through win/lose
toward win/win resilient climates of peace.

Perhaps the guns
and their bully keepers
can’t read,
or don’t choose to notice the notice,
or don’t have enough time
in their conflicted day
on their lose/lose way
to making liars
of our best win/win published intentions

Made by frustrated raw spot prey
on some other day
in some other room
they would not
could not
should not feel free to enter
listen
then speak transparently
of their/our own vulnerably exhausted sweet spots

Now worn into deeply entrenched
isolated anger
hate
fear
envy
mistrust
distrust
defensive fight and/or flee choices

Provoked by win/lose competitive environments
cultures
climates
experiences
not bully and gun and crime
and co-related raw spot free.

Universal compassion
is a worthy goal.
But declaring goals already achieved
does not help induce real world cooperative progress,
especially for those not in the room
to help write our negative injunctions.

Perhaps we would healthier
and more effectively begin
with our positive universal aspirations:

We invite Zero Intolerance
Learning to listen with active compassion.

This is a ProPeace place
Cooperatively held active safe space
for growing our ego/eco-managed win/win grace.

We multiculturally and inclusively love co-passion searches
rather than dispassioned hunts
and nihilistic degenerative desertions.

Healthy people
seldom step out in anger
while co-inviting ourselves to step into compassion
with coming peacefully home messages
rather than angry commands to go back
to alien lose/lose lands from which none of us
could ever hope to survive,
much less win/win thrive.

Signs against patriarchal colonizing offenses
do not give compassionate notice
we are for matriarchal creolizing passions.

 

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Time Warp

When this quality
of deeply embedding communication
swallows ego’s self-conscious identity

Then I notice time has instantly passed,
a quantitative lack,
absence,
surprising and curious vacuum,

To suddenly discover
babies have continued to be born
and grandparents have continued to die
during this same widely expanding family
of unconsciously passing time.

This quality of ego’s deep communication
escaping
revisiting
that quantity of ecosystemic width

Pleases me
as both spiritual depth
and natural width,
like inhaling timeless immersion
while exhaling global eternity.

 

 

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Personal Politics

Often,
personal issues are not entirely about some violation of rights,
but also about politically empowering responsibilities
to cooperatively take care of ourselves,
our healthy/unhealthy families,
our neighborhoods and local communities,
our faith communities and eco-villages,
our states and nations
and oceans and international associations,
our competitive cooperatively-owned commons
and economic corporations
and ecological organic incorporations.

Often,
personal issues
are our greatest political health opportunities
to invite compassionate democracy
by letting go of competitive disempowering degenerative evolution theories,
to invite rightbrain consilience
by letting go of left brain cognitive/affective detachment dissonance.

Often,
personal rights issues
are also political healthy wealth responsibilities.

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Following Our Rules

In our Sharing Circles
we have a ground rule
to share a one speaker at a time floor
and unitarian silent listening support

And rules to not verbally share uninvited commentary
suggestions
agreements or disagreements
during, and after,
this formalized Circle.

Speakers are invited to share from experience only,
not from someone else’s story,
experiential and/or theoretical,
parental and/or academic,
personal and/or professional.

This is a Closed Circle
of verbal communications,
a rhetorically autonomous inside job
only silently noting our egalitarian
nonjudgmental
side by sideness
of authority
responsibility
compassion;

Help,
Thanks,
Wow!;

Truth,
Beauty,
Silent Passion…

If we are a composition,
we enter an historic symphony of solo voices
implicitly singing our universality
experiencing time’s nurturing
and severing qualities
and relentlessly insufficient quantity,
except when anyone else is speaking
business as too coldly
or too warmly
usual.

In our Reading Circles
our implicit ground rule culture differs
more in favor of the spontaneous spoken word,
this good news,
extemporaneous,
and bad fake news,
distemper-odious,
gospel we scribe together,

Usually one voice leading
a sustained melodic theme,
sometimes harmonic and splendid,
sometimes dissonant and diminished,
inviting in compassionate responses,
major and minor,
listening for counter-melodies,
for analogies
metaphors
curious oxymorons,
outrageous internal pun fun,
rhymes
and maybe the occasional reason,
held with soft determination
and not hard determinism.

Participants are invited to share
harmonic voices of MeToo
and to gently question why
my own dissonantly deviant choice
traps me in feeling detached,
uncertain,
less certain,
more certain we must be missing
some counter-balancing dirge of risk
and full-circle opportunities
for evolving peaceful revolutions.

We sing in Open Circle rounds
of theory meets experience
greets political philosophy
and primal attachment theory
applications to all relationships
ego logical and unlogical and anti-logical
and dis-passionate,
conscious and unconscious and suppressed consciousness
and more dispassion,
and ecological and ecosystemic
and healthy climate logical
for growing reading circles
into speaking and listening communion rounds
of timeless symphonic conversation,
dia-logos about favored/unflavored mythos.

Cooperative conveners
encourage each other
to speak from felt experience
of belief and disbelief
in some published teacher’s expression of experience
with timeless patience and time-heavy impatience,
of joy and sorrow,
courage and curiosity,
compassion and dispassion,
intimacy and repulsion,
about some subject’s story,

Where it does and does not meet our own time
chosen and not chosen
political and personal
economic and ecological
natural and spiritual
secular and sacred
regressive and progressive
inhaled and exhaled
patriarchal and matriarchal
competitive and cooperative
vulnerable and transparent
longing and belonging

New yet old
wealthy when healthy,
democratic when not kleptocratic,
integral when not fragmenting,
unitarian when not too universally closed
to further sacred gospel co-inspirations,
co-passion,
co-presence,

Timeless unity
yet eternal open university,

Secure rounds
yet within freeing surrounds,

Cultural sweet spots
within historic raw plots.

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Queer Music

They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.

Yang perused Yin’s CDs,
“I see you like that queer music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn’t notice that before.”

Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:

First,
I don’t believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.

Lyrics may be queer or predictable
but usually flow well
either way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature’s neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.

But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are queer
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched

By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel dualdarkness.

Meanwhile Yang
couldn’t hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin’s ears swayed tenderly after and before
queer musing
straight talk.

 

 

 

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Timely Death of a Muse

My muse died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or amuse
what was never mine to use
as I see fit,
hear fitness,
feel fitfully?

This muse dies tonight
not from old age
as I had long predicted
must be my sad and unread case,
but for a new voice
or vice,
for deeper lyrics
and wider melodies
and globally local choreography
perhaps a ridiculous younger person’s game.

They say
not to write, unless you must;
Not to paint
or sing
or dance
or become a prostitute
unless you would otherwise eco-bust
ego-lust away this lifeline.

If you can live with something,
most anything, else
to occupy your time
and pay the rent,
then do
and be those more civil relationships instead.

It never occurred to me
perhaps because They didn’t say so,
I might do most everything else
so I could retire into writing
and reading
and singing
and dancing

But not prostitution
because no one would pay
for what I can not give away
with integrity intact.

I miss this muse already
but doubt she even remembers me,
a right hand
useful
responding to her labored demands
too ponderously telling,
psychic yelling,
when I longed to show in grace
integrity’s newest face
rhythm pattern pace
divinely humane race
robustly timeless space
without dissonant disgrace

Showing
not telling,
Belonging
not longing,
Dancing
not marching,
Singing
not shouting
to and with and for
tomorrow’s mute muses,
today’s deaf listeners,
amusing to move on
with overflowing emotions
not mere museless motions.

Now I have broken
my only two rules of unself-conscious writing.

1. Never mention the muse aloud
or dead
for She abhors a nonvacuum
of light,
and

2. Never write
about writing,
For the same non-reason
that optimal sexual
sensual
neural experience
cannot happen
if my sole
and sold-out purpose
is this Great Orgasm.
of we-consciousness.

My more retiring amusement died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or ever timelessly muse
what was never mine to use?

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