Loud music blaring from slow moving vehicles in an urban environment, creating ambiance of joy amidst the underbelly of chaos that civilization don’t like to admit is integral part of acting civilized. I’d rather hear loud joy than quiet despair. I’ll never understand people mad about that.
Showing posts with label civil-lized. Show all posts
Showing posts with label civil-lized. Show all posts
Thursday, April 4
Wednesday, March 1
a freestyle sonnet about Sisyphus flipping the script
Probably best practice to keep your bindle light,
as this world pretends to be far heavier than
it really is; unreal expectations ghostwrite
failure. Attempting to remain a simple man
as this world pretends to be far heavier than
it really is; unreal expectations ghostwrite
failure. Attempting to remain a simple man
amidst a maze of complications is work worth
doing (which I don’t say all that often). All needs
are easily provided when treading the Earth
lightheartedly, scattering good nature like seeds.
doing (which I don’t say all that often). All needs
are easily provided when treading the Earth
lightheartedly, scattering good nature like seeds.
Picture Sisyphus pushing a feather instead
of stone, all his failure demons told to go home;
civilized progress is a blaspheme breeding dread.
A hewn man’s thoughts and feet were always meant to roam,
of stone, all his failure demons told to go home;
civilized progress is a blaspheme breeding dread.
A hewn man’s thoughts and feet were always meant to roam,
but we staked claims to whole world, which became confines
while navigating these empirical declines.
while navigating these empirical declines.
Friday, January 13
F4R T00 34SY T0 G3t SPR34D...
far too easy to get spread
out way too thin in modern
times which lack a pause button
out way too thin in modern
times which lack a pause button
Friday, December 16
TH3 L13S C1V1L1Z4T10N...
the lies civilization
has told itself done wove an
entangling ass world wide web
has told itself done wove an
entangling ass world wide web
Tuesday, November 22
M41NT41N1NG 1MM4CVL4T3...
maintaining immaculate
castles made of sand becomes
difficult work… we’re lazy
castles made of sand becomes
difficult work… we’re lazy
Saturday, September 17
C1V1L1Z3D SH1N3 G3TS R3PL4C3D...
civilized shine gets replaced
by abandonment’s Earth tones
(“dust to dust” makes supreme sense)
by abandonment’s Earth tones
(“dust to dust” makes supreme sense)
Sunday, August 21
Friday, August 12
TH3 STRVCTVR3 0VR M0D3RN L1V3S...
the structure our modern lives
have been given was all built
in the past two centuries
have been given was all built
in the past two centuries
Wednesday, July 27
C1V1L1Z3D L4NGV4G3 F0LL0WS...
civilized language follows
the grid lines; poetry is
more natural, chaotic
the grid lines; poetry is
more natural, chaotic
Sunday, July 24
Wednesday, June 1
Tuesday, May 10
N4V1G4T10N THR0VGH D4RK C4V3S...
navigation through dark caves
of civilized creation
is piece of the seeker’s path
of civilized creation
is piece of the seeker’s path
Tuesday, May 3
SONG OF THE DAY: Why Can't We Be Friends?
Been trying to think of something to write for this song coming up for like four days in a row. Brain just ain’t thinking of things like I’d like it to, although that’s not entirely true, because I dropped a long ass thing at my patreon today, and am either writing or doing some sort of nonsense art constantly, reasonably so. I need more external outputs, for sure, but having a haiku slam a few weeks back helped, which I guess I didn’t even write about here. That’s sort of the problem with me – I scatter my shit in nine different places, it’s impossible to have any one space be the complete picture. Anyways, we’re having another haiku slam on Saturday, May 21, outdoors, south of Charlottesville. If you wanna come make new friends, or connect with old ones, let me know. Not so sure we live in an age of sharing everything openly and publicly anymore. Western civilization keeps hyping itself as expressive but keeps getting more and more repressive. And the weird thing is the people who claim to be protecting expression are the exact same ones actually repressing shit (like that oligarch billionaire that looks like a bleached frog). So I don’t know. Get at me though. Or go away. Maybe both.
Friday, January 7
SONG OF THE DAY: Temporal Control of Light Echoes
The calendar flipped, and to be honest everything feels as if it’s breaking, slowly. And it’s been breaking, the past couple years more obviously, essentially we were all in a car together as a culture, and the check engine light came on five years ago, maybe longer to be honest, and we were told to ignore it, no worries, but then the past couple years, the car started making a horrible clanking sound, and it’s really worrisome. But we’re speeding along the highway of human progress like everything’s fine, keep it moving. Though a new year according to Gregorian calendars, it’s still the same winter, and the second one since covid came. A smaller parallel is I lost my power this week, and the first night, I was like, “well, it’s cold as fuck, but I’ll bundle up, do a little reading by flashlight, write some thoughts on cards, this is great.” And it was cold as fuck but it was great… everything had shutdown and it felt good to have the break from all the mundane buzzing vibrating bullshit boring holes through my consciousness every moment of every day.
But then the second night came, and it wasn’t even as cold – still below freezing but a good 15 degrees warmer – and I was miserable. It fucking sucked, and I kept waking up in my seven layers, wondering how long before the sun came up, even though it’d still be freezing, I could at least soak up some sun and mark the passing of another night. That’s the second winter of covid to be honest – we are expected to be as back to normal as possible, even though things aren’t full power, and it’s all fucked up, and so many people are so fucking miserable right now, just barely holding their shit together. Makes me wonder what Dark Night of the Soul, Night 2 would’ve been if St. John of the Cross had been forced to go further. Like you get to the end of the dark night of the soul, find your union with the Universe/Creator/God, but then it goes away and you have a second night right away, just as fucked up and melodramatic. Harder to find that hope.
Anyways, back to the original metaphor of the clanking car rumbling full speed down the highway of time called civilization. I find it concerning that it feels as if everything is about to break apart, and nobody who is in charge of driving this thing really seems to give even half a fuck. The whole thing is going to break, and they don’t even seem willing to acknowledge it might be broken, much less able to figure out how to fix it once we are all stranded. And I think that concerns me too – where will I be stranded, or you? Will we make it ‘til it all falls apart in a gnashing of pieces exploding from too much friction, causing the mechanisms of production to destroy itself into a thousand pieces? Will we all be there to stand around the mangled parts and try to figure out how to get it running again? Or figure out a different way to get where we want to go? Or even agree on which way to go? Or will some of us – me, you – be tossed out while it’s falling apart, to lighten the load, because that’s what’s causing the clanking – not the engine itself but the people complaining about the engine clanking? I find it all very concerning and depressing right now to be honest, but also, there’s nothing I can do but continue. Like, there literally ain’t shit I can do about existence except keep existing. But fuck if it doesn’t feel overwhelming right now.
But then the second night came, and it wasn’t even as cold – still below freezing but a good 15 degrees warmer – and I was miserable. It fucking sucked, and I kept waking up in my seven layers, wondering how long before the sun came up, even though it’d still be freezing, I could at least soak up some sun and mark the passing of another night. That’s the second winter of covid to be honest – we are expected to be as back to normal as possible, even though things aren’t full power, and it’s all fucked up, and so many people are so fucking miserable right now, just barely holding their shit together. Makes me wonder what Dark Night of the Soul, Night 2 would’ve been if St. John of the Cross had been forced to go further. Like you get to the end of the dark night of the soul, find your union with the Universe/Creator/God, but then it goes away and you have a second night right away, just as fucked up and melodramatic. Harder to find that hope.
Anyways, back to the original metaphor of the clanking car rumbling full speed down the highway of time called civilization. I find it concerning that it feels as if everything is about to break apart, and nobody who is in charge of driving this thing really seems to give even half a fuck. The whole thing is going to break, and they don’t even seem willing to acknowledge it might be broken, much less able to figure out how to fix it once we are all stranded. And I think that concerns me too – where will I be stranded, or you? Will we make it ‘til it all falls apart in a gnashing of pieces exploding from too much friction, causing the mechanisms of production to destroy itself into a thousand pieces? Will we all be there to stand around the mangled parts and try to figure out how to get it running again? Or figure out a different way to get where we want to go? Or even agree on which way to go? Or will some of us – me, you – be tossed out while it’s falling apart, to lighten the load, because that’s what’s causing the clanking – not the engine itself but the people complaining about the engine clanking? I find it all very concerning and depressing right now to be honest, but also, there’s nothing I can do but continue. Like, there literally ain’t shit I can do about existence except keep existing. But fuck if it doesn’t feel overwhelming right now.
Thursday, December 31
L0NG H1ST0RY 0F JVGGL1NG...
long history of juggling
bills like a civilized clown,
late American empire
bills like a civilized clown,
late American empire
Thursday, November 26
C0NT1NV0VSLY P3RPL3X3D...
continuously perplexed
by how we stacked all these bricks
into boxes we don't like
by how we stacked all these bricks
into boxes we don't like
Tuesday, October 27
D1RT 4ND GR1M3 FR0M 1NDVSTR14L...
dirt and grime from industrial
civilization stains our
existence with depression
civilization stains our
existence with depression
Monday, March 23
F1ND1NG SH3LT3R FR0M N4TVR3...
finding shelter from nature,
but none of humanity's
relentless onslaught of fog
Tuesday, October 29
SONG OF THE DAY: Tamaditine
The checklists of basic human desire - to find a home, and love, and feel the freedom to seek both those things, free of obstacles and fences and razor wire so on and so forth. This is the "life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness" trinity, which is not the intellectual property of the United States, cannot be patented or trademarked as an exceptionally American quality unseen in the rest of history. This is innate to being a live, and wandering this confusing existence seeking shelter. One wants a home to rest, and to recognize the geography as a space they understand and understands them and in fact are like symbiotic in relations. And one wants to feel the spark of blood pumping with tingle from heart muscle because there are others of the same creation who share those feelings and you all shelter each other to continue to generate that buzz, the dopamine and serotonin of sustained emotions in generally-speaking safe space, or if those things are not entirely stable, being able to wander further to find it. That's all the fuck anybody wants. Being a human is not nearly as complicated as we make it with all our damn rules and regulations and hoarding of abstract signifiers of more.
Monday, October 28
SPR34DSH33TS 0F HVM4N1TY...
spreadsheets of humanity,
each windowed cell full of lives
concatenating events
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