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My standard for literature,
whether romantic
or academically sobering,
and preferably some hybrid in-between,

Literature teaches me
something I had not previously known,
but somehow felt,
about myself.

Even better,
also teaching me something new
about logos life on Earth

And mythic even better,
also teaching me something long implicitly precedented
about loving life
within revolving frames
of evolution’s flaming
and quiet shaming
history.

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Summer Plot Development

In grade school
many of us learned about plot development
as variations on a WinLose theme–
Person v Self,
Person v Other,
Person v God/Universe/Earth/History/Evolution–

But
probably nothing about cooperative garden plot development.

Literature is replete
with manly patriarchal ubiquitous competition themes
required to hold consumer marketing interest,
and usually the writer’s own self-therapeutic
or pathologically toxic fascination interests
as well.

Yet these WinLose themes
are difficult to find in day to day organic history,
because not the primary framework
in WinWin polycultural plot development.

Western patriarchal literature flirts with
Every Wounded White Man
lived happily ever WinWin after
despite a WinLose opportunistic
and self-hypnotizing Rapture
not quite fully humane
divine White capitalistic competing Historical World.

For some LoseLose avoidance reason
WinWin polyculturing outcomes came to mind
when I outlined
my morning and evening cooperative gardening plan
for friends and extending family.

1. I recall all the 101 recent weedy moments
when I reflected,
inflicted,
deflected grief
and loss
and shame
and blame
and WinLose repression
suppression
oppression, etc.
On my Person v Self
and my EgoPerson v EcoOther
and my Person v OpenEarth Organic WinWin Systems,
and my Yang Autonomous Person v Yin-Matriarchal
CreatorGaia
EarthMotherLand
and WombingSeas
and Warm through Colder Seasons
of my business as competing usual day.

2. I do my best to think of one or two
or even three
cooperative just-right moments in between all the WinLose weeds above,
when I and We recreated WinWin,
as I fed and watered no Loser victims,
including myself.

3. I declare and explore
partial not notWinning success.

4. I celebrate my potential sacred opportunities
for more
and stronger
and healthier flowing
WinWin tomorrows
as a secular PositivEnergy Person
within a confluent EgoSelf,
as a sacred vocational identity
with a future for
and a past of
WinWin resilient EarthTribe Others,
as a HealthingEgo
within Sacred WinWin ecological His/Her-CreationStory.

5. AND,
I spring and summer evening ignore LeftBrain
transposition tensions,
analogical words for RightBrain potential ecological integrity
AND WonderWander my LeftBrain Ego
and Awe Zero-sum my RightBrain CoPresent
sacred ecological extended family
SacredOther recreating re-memories

Reweaving my best WinWins
getting down,
even sexy
organic garden stalking
and eating time
nutritionally co-invested.

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The Ambiguous Apprentice

When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces,
ambiguously written
about my sons,
to my oldest son’s girlfriend.

The longer I read
the more she cried.

Now it had been my hope
and passion
to become the next Kurt Vonnegut
of PolyCulturing Healthy Outcome Design,
or at least John Irving
at his all ecopolitical lives matter, and not, satirical best,
and so I finally had to ask,
Are these tears of sadness?

Yes and no.
Sometimes, says she,
mostly happy that someone else
sees him as I do
when I am at my best,
but sadness too
that we live in your world
of our own re-creation
about what you write
is too often left unsaid
uncreated
or even thought about.

I thought this might be a compliment
and so I read bravely on
through her quiet tears
of sad happiness
until she asked me to stop.

Could you teach me to write
like you?

No.
I doubt I could even help you write
like you.
Why,
are you having trouble writing by and of yourself?

Yes.
I worry I have nothing to say,
no place to safely yet nakedly live.

About half the poets
and novelists
believe that is a prerequisite
to great literature
and becoming an authentically mature artiste.

Having nothing to say.

Yes. But saying whatever very well.
And the other half,
what they mainly have to say
is to have something to say
which you would be wiser through hearing
yourself say
what you just said.
And if they believed
as does the opposing mindless half
then they would not embarrass themselves
by writing any no thing at all.

Well, which is right,
do you think?

More to your point,
which is right
about your writing?
If you can trust each empty page
longs to fill with your good humor
and best wisdom,
then you might begin
by having nothing on your Left languaged mind
except some brief turn of lyrical phrase
or return of some event
devoid of context
which musefully incarnates as content
as your pen rolls along each shaping word
and returning phrase
and 4 dimensional as seasonal
reasonal harmonic lines
and sentences for joyful life,
not just lonely sad death.

Next thing you know
sad death cooperatively together
restores joyful life justice
where lived sad loves lived evilly alone
and you are editing in search of paragraphs
to create sufficient spaces
between maturing lines of thought
you heard as one compare/contrast before
you’ve always said
and hoped someday to read,
then editing through pages of ego/eco-logical content
about…
what?
We’re not sure
until we’re done.
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She was crying again.
So I found an old barely used notebook
and a fresh pen,
a nearly full box of gaily pure white tissue
and handed them to her,
Suggesting she might write about tears
of sad yet lovely joy.

Where might I best begin,
she wisely asks.

At the top,
either left or right
depending on which hemisphere you most speak,
I not so wisely answer.
And, the first principle of multicultural story telling
is to be sure your reader
continues to understand and appreciate
and feel gratitude for
your protagonist
inevitably our favorite underdog,
because life’s a joyful sad bitch
but what are we going to gratefully do
with it?
The pen and notebook?
In your left and right hands?

So, I just start at the top
and re-imagine us
whether protagonist-in with antagonist-out,
or potential future solution
within a vexing co-present problem,
ways we choose to fold and unfold
sad space
as also joyful time of opportunity?

Spoken as a true tragic-comedy loving physicist
pretending to become a metaphysical teller of history,
your story,
written as we speak together
in domesticating yet still wild imaginations,
political thought experiments,
narratives,
prose as also poetry.

Precisely as I see our sadly joyful situation too.
All we have are protagonist underdogs
and antagonist overlords,
and each lies both sadly and joyously
across each bicameral heart and mind
singing
When I fall in nondual co-arising love,
we will be forever,
Reading stories of favorite sons
to tearful joys of future daughters
for revolutionary story telling,
more cooperative
than my damnably antagonistic
overlording sons!

When did ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically democratic verse?

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Anna Karenina’s Party

Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy,
approximately 800 redundant pages
of Kafkaesque scoffing
at relentless banalities of economic and political elitists.

Rather like reading the often inebriated conversations
behind the all-night celebration scenes
of a Republican National Party Convention,

Or, sadly, a Democratic National Party Convention
only maybe about 400 pages
with the remainder quite liberally
and anti-climatically inscrutable.

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Great Transitional Liturgy

Creativity opens doors to learning
to read our own, and others’, compelling literacy,
beautiful truths.

We are not an isolated supreme species creating nihilism,
self-serving egoists;
or, rather, we are,
but within an open sesame systemic potential
for also becoming more grace-filled cooperative,
endo with eccto symbiotic evolutionaries,
learning to read nature’s enspirited dynamic scriptures,
dialects,
to hear Earth’s celebratory and climatic voices,
warning and blessings,
economic transactions as politically synergetic v . oppressive relationships,
healthy thru anemic thru pathological,
inviting our globally beloved future together,
creative ecological development
within our interior learning landscapes,
celebrating harmonic alliterative balance and proportions
of rhyming reasons
seasons of external landscape’s exquisitely regenerative literature
hearing truth of grace.

Internally inbred nihilists
would fill in for a feckless god of terrorism,
while externally listening evolutionists
discover Great Transitional literature
in Earth’s dialects of praise,
operatic fear and wonder,
musical comedies of dancing birdsong
flying whistling waves of oxygen,
silent streams of grace overhead,
memories of synchronic schools,
swimming mindleaps and bodythrusts
flowing thru wet historic hydraulics,
racing thru bilateral Time’s sacred copresent rhythms
of sounding bounding light without,
absorbing nondual dark learning creative compost
within each of EarthTribe’s deep learning systems.

Love, like Allah,
emerges a co-creative verb
fertilizing beautiful re-nouns.
Literature, scripture, life’s recreation stories
evolve emergent between embryonic Elder origins
and final decomposing bows
of densely resonant Namaste.

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Truth Romance

Nutritional truth of Win-Win organic,
and co-symbiotic,
development:

To discover my own unstated half-baked thoughts
in your articulated and marvelously punctuated language,
rhythm,
lexicon of meta-confluent function and flow,

To uncover,
recover,
rediscover
our co-mentoring seeds and weeds,
hopes and despairs,
repeatedly,
coincidentally,
exegetically,
and then co-arisingly.

Yummy pre-organic regenerative treats,
communication strings of ecstatic recreational
reiteratively resonant
beloved community development outcomes.

 

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