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Passion Works and Plays

Propriety
belongs to a
society
as dignity
sings my song strong
individuality

Both benign
characteristics
earned right through
win/win wellness statistics
comparing
individualistic
flawed integrity
of Othering patristics.

Improperly colonizing
militarized monoculturing
choosing bitter
unbetter capitalizing

A worn down path
of ZeroSum assumptionizing
improper wealth baptizing baths
of undignified conclusions
unholy rising

Directed by a demonic god
weak and/or promiscuous
slatternly sinful goddesses

Eating Earth’s own children
when Her Consort’s favorite book
calls for religious recipe looks
of meaty mighty
sacrificial ingredients, cooked

For at least comparatively improper
social climate change
and oppositionally degenerative
personal political
lack of win/win gain

Integral knowledge
of which comes first,
propriety of worshipping Earth’s
sacred ecosystemic birth
or healthing dignity
of individual bursts
into enlightening constellations
and empowering corporations
and health wealthing cooperations
for polyculturing peace
resonant rebirth.

Earth health and safety
already pre-supposes sensory
dignified Mother propriety
v patriarchally improper memory
of a nationalistic society
rather bicamerally unbalancing
would-be patriots
of universal health integrity

Of and for healing
win/lose ZeroSum fractured stealing
from win/win Futures holistic
not not ZeroZone revealing
appropriately integrative
double negative co-relatives
of individuals socially sensitive
to EarthJust dignity reweaving
propriety redeeming
resonance restoring

Compassion’s mind-invested work
and heart-infested
operatic passion play.

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This Is UnFinished Feminist Us

It’s peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this time of lost loss.
Death is always inconvenient,
even when invited.

A veteran,
about my age,
this shooter.

I feel like it took more than one
to hold and fire this mental illness rifle.
In a sad and guilty complicit sense,
we have collectively achieved what we bought
and sold
and settled for.

This malformed soldier
is a remnant of what most believed we needed to create,
back in the 60s,
brainwashed into believing
we were protecting wives and kids, somehow
by killing Vietnamese husbands
and many times their wives
and napalmed children,
trees,
forest.

Not exactly breeding ground for growing healthy minds
and well-armed bodies.

I dimly and darkly recall
a much earlier disagreement
with the new commander of the U.S. Navy’s
Officers Candidate School.
A first woman commandant,
something atrociously surprising to men-only militia violence,
similar to Medea
planning an angry hostile life.

This earlier time also started peacefully alone,
but inside,
waiting to be called in to her office,
at the beginning of her second week
in her new exalted position
over new violence-empowered candidates.

I had just completed a gratuitous violence first week of abuse
and militarily precise neglect,
as ruthlessly systematic as racism,
in frigid first week of January,
Rhode Island.
We were so close to the Atlantic
it felt like we were in the ocean.

We had also been frigidly outside,
and hotly inside,
yelled at,
systematically starved,
force marched in gusty zero-degree 3 AM darkness
without coats or hats or gloves,
in fact I think we were in our boxers and Tshirts one night,
due to someone’s sin of omission,
whether contrived on schedule
or spontaneously erupting
from pneumonia reduced and disabled minds,
I do not know.

The hardest part for me
was less than two hours sleep per night.
Industrially guaranteed to reduce oneself to crazy.

When I was first ushered in
for my early exit interview
by none other than her Military Medea Mightiness,
she took one look at miserably civilian dressed me
and asked why would I think it appropriate to disrespect her
by not bothering to show up in uniform.

I started to mention that I had never been issued one
when she told my keeper
that we needed to do an about face
and try again when I looked right.
Or at least as righter
as I might become.

So, he had to go out among my now-former classmates
to beg and borrow,
hopefully he didn’t steal,
boots and belts and pants and shirt and hat.
Later that same long and tedious day
I was once again summoned
for a second shoot.

She wanted to know
why I thought it was OK
to be the first to go
from this new class of officer candidates.
Did my recruiter not explain about this first hazing week?

Well no,
in fact I thought he told me hazing is illegal
in most States.
We develop soldiers;
we don’t grow bullies.

I understand you didn’t make a total ass of yourself.
So if you want to change your mind,
now that we turned the heat back on
and keep the lights off all night
and have turned the verbal abuse down a notch,
or maybe two,
I might be willing to listen
if you beg me nicely to stay here
with us in Navy Officer Paradise.

No thanks,
said I,
I’m already quite disgusted enough
by your shocking lack of even militarized intelligence
to see this as a navy not invested in preserving,
much less protecting,
real live humanity
hanging onto some semblance of sanity.

Oh but you see
this is not true.
Our rules of first week operationalization
are to save your sorry ass
because,
as we all know,
teamwork builds through ego assassinations.

Well no,
actually,
your own recent research on these issues
lies at my fingertips.
Required reading for psych and communication majors,
attitude change and persuasion students
where I hail from in Michigan.

It is a clear and present common threat to survival
that most quickly grows cooperative trust and teamwork,
cooperative co-investments,
especially among those who have learned to trust and respect each other,
including for our recognized
and understood and
appreciated diversity
of talents.
and shared sufficient simplicity of sleep
and active co-listening for harmonic voices.
Or maybe that was just for choirs
and military orchestras.

Well this is fake news to me!
she exclaimed in her sternly patriotic face.

I believe you,
which is why
I want out
of this absence of healthy care
and any semblance of sanity,
disloyal to my family’s investment,
my nation’s rational self-governing future,
and anathema to Sacred Mother Earth.

Are you Native American,
asked she,
as if she couldn’t care less or more.

No more or less than you
I would surmise.

It came as no surprise
when she eagerly accepted
my request to be relieved
of further dishonored service
and cast aside my various borrowed parts
because of ecopolitical leaders
confusing noble grace of unity
with bare-knuckled
bare-headed
frozen uniformity.

I wonder how the Green Beret shooter
in lost loss of Las Vegas
might have suffered from this same sad loss
of militarized teamwork disabilitization,
chronic and critical climates of constant stress.

When the enemy is down
and out of sight,
we cannot afford to have disaffected grunts
sit on angry-fearfilled butts
rethinking who is truly in my ego team’s best interest
and whom we might agree to take out next,
because healthy mental care giving and receiving
has nothing to do with formation
of militarizing violence.

In this same way,
a Presidential God Bless You,
twittered to victims of our own militarizing violent formations,
feels so empty,
fake as the blesser
would do even lesser
mental health care and receiving
for all God’s militarizing
and industrious We Win
So You Must Lose
soldier candidates in deformation,
but also neglected children
and trees,
and starlight
which could bring us together
in one mind of great thanksgiving.

 

So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot’s difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at the time
in the Navy’s January frigid spaces
against cooperative ecopolitics,
about being of more general use
if fascist critical events of the mid-seventies had been recorded,
freezing dark military-academic preparation time
industriously repeating
away from deforesting further virgin ecofeminist Vietnam forests
and their matriarchally cooperative villages,
to become watched on YouTube
by all prospective soldiers
and NRA advocates,
by patriotic nationalists,
thinking about possible antecedents,
before Bad Ol’ Daddy’s Country-Western Concert
went so very wrong.

I wish we could have recorded
this matriarchal confused and frightened patriotic
loyal commandantish face
when I shared with her
I felt ecofeminist disgraced
by her
Bitch!
Shoot at me again and I will Take You Out!!!
defacement,
in a most homophobic frozen officious place
of mutually inflicted terror.

So then I was feeling a bit more glad,
but still sad
I had not actually said more,
done more,
so I began trimming my twining tendrils
enveloping what’s left of uprooted deadwood trees
malingering in my back lot
and having a rough go of it
as my hedging shears
are no longer what once they were.

As usual,
I tend to speak with my plant recruits
and candidates for future flaming victories,
and felt required,
“I apologize
for this jab
and grab
and pull
and pushy ecopolitics,
but Mommy needs sharper,
and probably newer,
scissors for shutting up her
RightBrain EcoFeminist Diva Voice.

Apologizing to the entire human race”
of potential soldiers and ballistic deadwood downsizers
for your not yet having seen
that anti-feminist patriotic face
glare me back into space
with timeless time exclaiming
BITCH!
Shoot your GLBT EcoFeminist mouth OFF AT ME?
I DON’T military anti-ANTIfeminist THINK SO;

but I wonder how I feel about being this predator
in this eternal frame of egopolitical ignorance,
lack of cooperative military research
and economic-educational-formational intelligence gathering.

As I continued with hacking scissors
and played-out ecofeminist sawsall balls off
and the big manly Yang chopper offer
with their underdog heads!
I kept going back to those January freezing eyes.

IF LOOKS COULD KILL!!!
BITCH!!!!!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME
and think you can punk your gay white ecofeminist butt
in my guest chair
and think your MidWest Academic BullCrap
will even so much as reach one
WinWin Ping of inspiration
aspiration
hope,
YOU DON’T KNOW ME!
I might have majored in BullDike Fascist Terrorism!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME!!!

and maybe I don’t either.
Who wants to be that angry lose-lose antagonist
of military industrial absence of intelligence,
would you?

I wish this imaginary spacetime scene had played out
in RealTime frames just that audio way,
but even without sound,
with just her
I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!
but you are not going to be mine
either.

She could not sign those exit papers fast enough,
continues visual only images
of how I still feel,
more or less
about these tangled vines
and tough deadwoods
hanging out in my wanna be ecofeminist backyard.

I will chop them up
and paint them
into diva totem poles
and frames
in which ecofeminists
always play in YouTube Blue and Green Estates
of most polyculturally
matriarchal peace in this back lot solitude,

Although occasionally the patriarchal husband
makes a cameo appearance
for a few All Lives Matter Moments,

But usually just me,
in an early October day
preferring to forget dark frigid January anti-feminist nightmares
of militarized neglect
of basic health assurance and safety
delivered by angry matriarchal commandants,
and hedging shear divas,
depending on which lens is in play,
the full-staged historical tragedy
within my more personal back lot comedy.

 

It’s still peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows have flown off
warning descent of warm October sunlight.

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Tao’s Raining Mountain

A mountain of information is our species

some currently incarnating

some reincarnating

some diskarmating

decaying

over-diastolic

dia-sated with trim-tabbing

exterior and above

fat-filled dissonance;

interior within elder wisdom,

peace about justice and love’s sustained future.

 

This mountain is coincidental

culturally reweaving information string

of each Self

a humaned “Me!”

 

More mountain reflective,

more eisegetical,

less Orthodox,

yet not insanely heretic,

we communicate our formation,

our in-formed tribal

culture’s naturally sensionic cooperative identity.

What we say is what we are

until  renewing strains

push out resonant full-stringed songs.

 

We are Earth’s Information Tribe

part of Native Nature Nation.

Human natural shamans

enculturing our information string

retelling our inclusive story,

magnetic waves of lavish bi-linear

erupting springish youth

to saturate each sensory surface

with compost

growing enculturative strings

of dancing poetry

recycling down and egging in

toward Mountain’s yinnish river core

raining up reversed temporal flow.

 

Form fractally flows up

emerging out from Time Mountain’s (0) Core

positively confluent streams of

egg-meet-sperm frequencies

form meets functioned dia-bi-metered

norming radiant empowered

North re-binomial ellipse

dawn’s graceful lava

implicately placed for spacetime’s positive pleasuring

nutritious composting wealth

of sequined information,

North radiantly autonomic frequency default.

 

We weave our mountain

within a volcanic range

stringing back to stardust

and forth toward well-flowed

Earth genetic story.

 

Home on the range

where binomials roam

North toward Yang summer’s fullness

and South toward Yin winter’s hybergetic wake advent-ure

to spring again as lavish spacetime’s Tao rain.

 

Mountain’s skies are just-cloudy at night.

 

 

 

 

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Man/Sha Legends

Jaynes and Fuller + Thurston and Perelman

Excerpt from Dr. Beaver’s Post-Millennial Metric History lecture series:

Julian Jaynes understood the history of bicameral psychology development through the eyes of an anthropological ethologist. He was interested in why nature evolved a natural post-bicameral culture. To understand our function, our purpose, we must discover our underlying Left-Right hemispheric evolutionary understory, our root system of developmentally structured meaning. To understand how our precameral neural system generated our languaged metric spacetime Self and Other, individual and individuating system, is to gain comprehension about the “Why?” of evolution as positive system-formation itself.

At the same time, Buckminster Fuller was researching and designing the positive-precessive and negative-recessive geometrics of Physical Universe “Other,” and the bio-normative metrics of Metaphysical Universe “Self;”  intuitively and deductively aligned and (0) Core Vectored in a prime sustained square-rooted natural-systemic relationship of positive development. Yang-Yin thermodynamic relationship balance found it’s emergent post-millennial (0)-logosed changing voice. “As above, so below” also became “as without, so within” Group Universal Theory.

Later, Thurston and Perelman continue this emerging (0)-soul String Theory with the Universal Theorem that if P=NP as +=(-)(-), then form functions in fractal frequencies, explicately and implicately balanced, in 4-equi-dimensional Hilbert systems (like double-elliptical self-temporally regenerating ribonucleic acid), and in our 4-dimensional Universe of Permacultured Thermodynamic Balance. The Theory of Relativity becomes the Tao of (0) Prime QBit Nomial String-Emergent Co-Relationality (also known as appositional dipolar coincidence and negative correlative relationship).

Our Polyculture Research and Design School of Regenerative Systems continues, as individuals, communities, a species, a natural self-regenerating string system, born of Earth, reincarnating into universal comprehension and speciating gratitude for this nobly, deeply, richly, nutritiously shared vocation.

P = NP because there could be no nomial that is not half of a self-defining and -perpetuating binomial. That would be like having a “positive” without a “negative,” a “convex” without a “concave,” an “Other” without a “Self,” “information” without “dissonant distortion.”

Every QBit spacetime nomial-vertex Yang implies within, temporally “before,” and metrically-spatially “over” its Dark Relationship QBit Vortexed, concaved Yin.

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Valued Chaos +1:(-)0

Information’s opposites:

noise

dissent

distortion

in music, dissonance

static chaos

irrationality.

Exformation and

dysfunctional implied non-polynomial,

non-predicatable,

non-predictable in real time’s logionic double-boundary?

 

Quantity of value resides within

relationship quality,

including pattern,

rhythm,

appositive position,

ergetic frequency and flow

and analogicsl function.

 

Information’s quality is positively

or negatively

valued depending on its appositional relations

toward

within

itself,

or implied opposite polarity,

measured across spectra

function v. dysfunction

value v. disvalue

therapy v. pathology

confluent v. dissonant frequencies

of sound

and color

and feeling

and mindful compassion.

 

Confluent v. dissonant spacetime patterned functions

most permaculturally measured

in octaved sound and light

waving revolutioning resolutions.

 

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RE-Birthday Reflection

At about age (0) I probably began to recognize there was Other, surrounding Self, and that together we made up my entire WeSelf Universe.

By age 20:

I had a severe case of Negative Sexual Deviance Complex, being gay and kind of not really seeing the physical and metaphysical world the way everyone around me, and in my past, saw the world (with the exception being Robert Norton, whom I met when I was 19 or 20).

How can there be a just WeSelf Universal Intelligence who would tolerate such evil, and still be omnipotent in the sense of all the power I could imagine to rectify the wronged; apparently from birth?  Why would God create what God would intelligently comprehend as “waste” rather than recyclable nutrients?

By age 40:

My Deviance is now neither Positive, nor Negative. It just is.  It has its own natural rationality, however mysterious this may be to me. Sensory-message deviance is simply the thinner air swirling around a hetero-confluent, yet still quantitatively gender bi-polar, norm. So, there cannot be any such thing as an Intelligent Omnipotent Universal WeSelf.

Power cannot be intelligently understood and used efficiently, there could be no shared learning of information patterns, relationships, difference, if all we could rationally say about Universal Power is that it is “polynomial”–everywhere, equally related, random, entropic; equally capable at all times, regardless of the place, regardless of the time, my time, our time, cause-effect relationship could not be cognized.  If this were all we knew about In-Formative Power.

Yet, somehow, for some reason, we appear to be able to deductively predict the continuance of some relationships across space and time, and even when others will end, and why.  It is these deductively predictable trends that we comprehend as “polynomial” memes, metrics, patterns, analogies, logical relationships, paradigms, information systems.

At age 60:

The evolution of metrics, language, religion, natural and spiritual systems primally regenerates. E-volution appears bi-polar organized and cognized with mindful and gratuitous SuperEco-Equity. Plus/Minus energy, function, and 4-SquareRooted Prime Relationship pattern frequency (“fractal” and Fuller’s ‘tetrahedrally isometric spin-wave, symmetrically and synergetically forming) is really not such a new thermodynamically balanced Law of Nature, I seem to recall from Chemistry, and Physics classes, too long ago, and yet too soon to recognize the symmetry of Geometric Group Theory and Biological Group Theory and Religious Group Theory, and Cell Group Theory, and Small Group Theory and String Theory; between evolution and revolution; between eco-equity and resolution as this regenerative Great Turning.

What is In-formation suddenly reverses and exforms, returning as promised, exforming toward tipping optimizing potential of this Eternal Moment. My greatest effect with least effort is to recognize our sublimation, our absolute fullness to satiation through the purgative hope that we will always gratefully notice and care for each other’s suffering, the future suffering of our children, the past suffering of our elders. For this mutual care is why we needed to create this mess we share with Grace.

Mistakes become sins when not mindful of what they can teach us.

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