Tuesday, December 31, 2024
not to be all gloomy and doomy, i know we must remember the long view, even if we'll all be gone, but on the last day of the year 2024 i wonder, can we continue to live in this hateful chaos much longer? will the earth fall under the occupation of one vast insane amerisraeli genocidal nuclear terror state before the ultimate collapse?
Monday, December 30, 2024
dreaming awake. how i dreamed in the dull 2nd or 3rd grade classroom in decatur, the teacher called it daydream, the teacher of the 4th paramita today called it meditation, and said kids do it naturally, without thinking, and we have to clear our heads to do it later, with diligence, though sometimes i do it like a kid still, or like a dog.
dogs are pretty teachable. cats are highly teachable but they will do what they want to do. you can't say no to a cat. you can say please but only if it pleases them. the kid olive woke us at 3:30. during the night she continued to play with the snake plant resulting in the ultimate destruction of the snake plant as we watch helplessly. we thought she was perfect at first but as it happens she is a perfect rascal. she came into the bedroom after her second breakfast carrying something and she offered me this digit of succulence she thought i might enjoy. she's a generous rascal i acknowledge.
Sunday, December 29, 2024
listening to the wind rise and subside
listening to the sirens come near and pass by
listening to the dog
listening to the silence of the dog
listening to the dog
soft gaze at the flower in the carpet
soft gaze at the flower clock
there is no flower clock
soft gaze at the flower in the carpet
love the carpet
listening to the people under the floor
listening to the belly
thinking of the potatoes waiting
not waiting
in the fullness
there's no time
nothing to dissolve
digest
mind
breath
wind, siren, flower, dog, people, potato, belly
i feel distinctly ambivalent about the movie hundreds of beavers. in it the goofy trapper has to kill hundreds of beavers to win the fur trader's daughter's hand in marriage. mike laments there was nothing about the evil decimation on the beaver population and the resulting decimation of habitat. i did think there was something about the evil of the trappers, but it was such an endless phantasmagoria, and i may have inserted that.
the decimation of the beavers is like the decimation of the bison. killing beaver to get girl is pretty sick alright. it probably doesn't bode well for long term relationship.
it's funny, i talk about the decimation of the trees and the park and nature sanctuary by the obamachron across the street, and the beavers meanwhile are eating the trees.
it's disturbing to see modified nature trying to be natural. while
across the street obama landscapes with styrofoam.
what do i know, i'm just a city boy, living in a building across from an oligarch draining the wetland and building on it, lording over a "nature sanctuary" with the beaver intrepidly attempting to do what beavers are meant to do alongside the artifice of human hubris.
maybe the beavers will go eat obama's trees. then they will surely be displaced, or repurposed as pelts.
Saturday, December 28, 2024
often i feel lost in this world. it was worse when i was younger. the world is terrifying. i'm going back to the last rune i drew. it was the spiritual warrior, but reversed, though actually i drew it sideways, but there is no sideways reading. it says "matters of trust and confidence are at issue here, and with them the authenticity of your way of being in the world." maybe any rune you choose is going to resonate. this one is a hard one.
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