You wake early, but today she wakes earlier and makes you coffee, wow— you let it go cold as you’re both unapologetically late for work. Like Texas, every room feels like Texas.
Archive for 2014
How To Judge The Quality And Worth Of Poetry
In his essay The Poet and These Times, Hugo von Hofmannsthal said about the poet: “It is as if his eyes had no lids.”
This is the only means by which I judge the quality of a poem, the only constant—if I am made to feel that way about the poet (all other qualifiers seem to be fickle and superfluous). However numerous and creative the patterns, the qualities of the materials, or the opinions of the times, Art will forever be a see-through dress.
tourists
The strangers in the woods must mimic squirrels and crackle with the undergrowth. They must not flinch at the cruelty of breaking golden leaves with their feet, or of interring stones. // Rigoberto Gonzáles, The Strangers Who Find Me in the Woods
we follow Moirai down as she points
at the homes of the unturned stones
there
and there
and once there
we are as graceless as sinking pigs
but a sight less cruel somehow
breaking leaves
spouse and spouse
child and child
(there and there
and once there)
archeologists will discover a paradise
in the place no touch died of neglect
body as fate
the shape of my head gives off the impression that I know something
I have left my family, my culture, my friends
I have stripped. and stripped. and stripped
but I do not know
how to leave behind the shape of my head
or such exposed lines that tell, and lead there
Wonderland
Alice in Wonderland being about math (algebra, Euclidean geometry, projective geometry, internal logic, &c.) and not at all about drugs in a lot of ways makes sense socially as well. Who but the high enjoy the slow and subtle and maddeningly boring? The answer’s right there- those who decide to think and think and think. But… We are a drug laden land, not (no longer?) of Wonder. We take pride in our lack of queer rabbit-holes. Look how straight our lawns are. Look.
The Benefit Of Singularity To Man
What’s the benefit of an all-powerful immortal genius? The benefits are all-around infinite. But it depends, from its point-of-view are we more trouble than we’re worth?
I personally welcome the singularity with open arms because I equate greater-than-human-intell
The whole The Matrix scenario is based on the false premise that technology would be as cruel/ stupid/ thoughtless/ self-centered/ dopamine seeking as homo sapiens. Doesn’t greater than human intelligence equate with wisdom and doesn’t that equate with active preservation of those less capable and good? Isn’t The Matrix really just an overdressed simple-minded distrust of other homo sapiens with power? It presumes that anything else that’s intelligent and in a position of power will, as most humans have done, turn to enslavement and cruelty. I doubt the singularity would fashion itself in the likeness of Man, I don’t see how that would in any way be intelligent/wise.
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Admiration And Respect
There’s something repulsively simple about a world that’ll only be impressed by power (be it of body, soul, or mind) and order, or the lack of them.
Like A Kid
I find it weird that when people meet me they see I look and act like a kid, and that I know nothing of the world. That’s all I am. Yes, these infinite infinitesimals have me completely and romantically but I don’t like talking about them. I mean, you don’t either. I mean, your habits betray you right? …I laugh a lot I guess. It’s not “manly,” but oh well. (This should probably be funnier blah blah blah.) I mean, who actually wants to talk about Simone Weil and John Brunner? About how they were right about The Horror in the Lord’s Love Poem? When we could be making money instead, for ourselves and our future’s children (I mean, how much do you make an hour? A year?). (In the midst of life, we are in employment: seek, travel and print, seek-left-right-travel-and-bang as the Chinese typewriter went which I saw working when I was a translator in the Institute. // Les Murray, Employment for the Castes in Abeyance)
It’s all ironic in the sour run I guess. We’re all kids, dancing around the in-solution with that quiet old, fearsomely-boring, gaze of its.
Love, A Hateful Rebellion
Love, kindness, austerity, and the elimination of the ego are the only actionable weapons a truly hateful person has; not as means to ends, but as gradual realizations that they are the only miracles (all else is surrender).