I'm seeing bleggalgazes (there're two in the grid!) and twattergazes and blueskygazes from nobodies like me to much larger nobodies questioning whether they should abandon their blogs and social media accounts while meantime my jones to blurt is bursting. That's one way I process. Here's another:
Both are useless and necessary and unasked for and unwanted except by me which is why I won't quit, consider this a bleggalgaze, play this LOUD AS FUCK:
NARCOLEPSY
Ann Lauterbach
Comes sarcastic November in mummy garb, hauling,
same old same old what laid bare
what totaled. Sees thru the estimated costs, stench
collisions, inanimate dregs, remembers
the bruised figures, their
numerology as stars. Up up, down down
is how she counts as the hunters begin to hunt.
This is the plot of erasure, this the lavender bath.
Truth be known, the dark won by a landslide.
Yet friends in far January
await news of the front, cycling up the snow-clad hills.
They are to be exhumed from the grail of the keeper,
he who heralds what’s here. To them, send dreams
that pop open when breathed on
and ask them to complete this sentence:
If God is in the details, then ...
But in the end there was only a chair covered in velvet
and the sibling, dark as a forest, turned into words.
There were the stamps with monsters
and the stamps with flowers,
there was a dumpster of old paint.
Even the egalitarian whimsy of the gold rush
is in partial view: harbor’s sleek hulls,
willow disintegrating in drapery and nonce.
What others did
taking us to task in the field, into archival maps
along a bank. What is it they wanted?
Among strangers, beyond the stamina of pictures
—the dancer on stage, his ruined feet,
as they would flail crops
when the spring comes, and flood, and tassels
rise, as my head—
Across the ballast’s drab plaster
a colder moment assumes shape.
And Thee, found inside eternity’s crawl space,
midget doctrine of reckless variety,
homing pigeon of whatever returns,
what is your method now and
how do you know when it is finished?
When it detaches, when it comes to life at the edge of time.
Well, fuk. Now what?
ReplyDelete1/from a poem originally titled "pike's peak" - katharine lee bates, 1895
ReplyDelete"america, america, god mend thy every flaw -
confirm thy soul in self-control, thy liberty in law"
2/from a song, "fair warning", todd rundgren, 1975
You know, wishing won't make it so
Hoping won't do it, praying won't do it
Religion won't do it, philosophy won't do it
The supreme court won't do it,
The president and the congress won't do it
The UN won't do it, the h-bomb won't do it,
The sun and the moon won't do it
And God won't do it,
And I certainly won't do it
That leaves you, you'll have to do it
3/i attended via zoom what turned out to be michael dowd's last sermon - in august 2023 to the flint michigan unitarian universalist congregation - we dialogued on the use of "contraction" or "collapse" when speaking to collapse-naive people about what some see as looming tough times, hypothetically a consequence of modern techno-industrial civilization's "ecological overshoot"
4/dowd had a complex faith journey - from being raised as a catholic, to becoming a bible believing evangelical, to liberal united church of christ minister, to being disfellowshipped for his personal behavior, to being a traveling salesman for darwinian evolution's integration into a christian worldview, to describing himself as a "religious naturalist" [wishing won't do it, praying won't do it....], to becoming a preacher of the "postdoom" perspective - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Post-doom
5/so anyway - speaking metaphorically, let's say MTCI is a car heading toward a brick wall at a mile a minute - maybe if Trump had lost we might have gotten down to 45 mph before the crash - now it will be at 90 mph, but sooner - which is better for the biosphere - a.k.a. "all our relations" - in the long run?
6/somebody once told me that the essence of the mystical perspective is that
a)the universe is here on purpose
b)humankind has, or could have, some connection with that purpose, and
c) [and this as perhaps the most unlikely proposition of these three] it is possible to improve your ability to perceive and cooperate with that purpose, in the place and time where you find yourself
6/...and you may find yourself... [insert talking heads song here, if you wish]
and you may ask yourself
My G🌎D, What Have We Done? (Dowd: 2022)
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This is a photo-rich video narration of Rev. Michael Dowd's January 27, 2022 Article for ProgressingSpirit.com, titled, "My GOD, What Have We Done".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZohskqziE8
for MTCI substitute MTIC
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