Dear Mom, your other daughter is moving to Spain.

apparently.
apparently.
she needs an ocean of
breathing room.

heh. heh. ocean/breathing? but how? a quartered ocean? delineated water?
drawing lines of waves
charting
freedom
(and knowledge of...
fuck. the edge of the world? what are we looking at anyway?
the open waters like a scene from a movie.
i don't know what happens out there.
tales of dragons snagging ships in clenching, reptilian loops,
easier to grasp at than today’s science-ized creatures of the deep,
hanging phosphorescent lanterns to lure a passing catch of the day,
how are they related to me?
G-O-D in mitochondrial entities,
the same ones inhabit you and me
slough off in skin cells regularly,
so that in just a few short years we are made up of entirely different stuff.
holy?
how can we hold on?
)

love
c

Stir (like) Crazy/Stick in the Mud

mind alive with language,
myriad fumbling tongues
slavering, sloshing, frothing out
thoughts
slipping on word formation of
electromagnetic impulse,
dense clouds gather fast
try to scream lightning and leap
before it catches the tree,
we must seem to all-seeing eyes
immobile of mouth and foot
unable to get away
with what we want to get across
mind
like time
flies

proverbial dessert

in this
the time of sinking ships
we still want to have
our damn cake!
and eat it/smash it
into our faces/the
faces of loved ones/
parade in it/
parade on it/
take it to bed/
sneak it into the movies/
lick the frosting off of it/
or fingers/
slowly or hurriedly
too!

nevermind that.
what we WANT
is to have the damn cake!
and continue to do whatever we want!

Hubble and the heart

a void

avoided likened to

bivalves' secret

quickening pearls secretions

shut tight in a bubble galaxy of

creamy pixilated mollusk husk

mystifying Hubble captures

snap emergings dividing

decayings diverging

implodings opposing flash

force no mortal could muster

tucked and folded

bundled up neural networks beyond measure

highways to the moon and more wrapped

back in the corporeal cranial

double design in real time

a dash of Carlos Casteneda's

hey baby I can help you heal that

ephemeral hole

meshed

the mess of wholeness and the liberated vein

transcendence everlasting everliving love

ad infinitum and all that

here, here the concrete

slam your hand with a hammer and

damn

that hurts

notion not inescapable

give it some time, baby

give it some time

that light may reach you yet

things always spinning you never even mess your pretty little head about

the heart as a collection of cells

three weeks in the making begins to beat

spontaneously

with no provocation but the onset and onslaught of time

relentless fractionless time, baby

ever so subtle

the change in the neverending conquest of

light versus dark, the difference, the spectrum, the circle, baby

ya dig?

[CASH 2.09]

love,

c

the nature of natural

how we think about nature...is it possible to think about the natural world without politicizing it? without fettering it with possession, romanticizing it, thinking of it in the context of us, instead of vice versa? is it possible to appreciate and admire for the truth of it, and not the conceived meaning?
i'm not talking coats and rugs. i'm not talking cameron's avatar dream...what is the mystical but an experience?
we must be together...
i almost said without words,
without clothes,
without the fucking money.
and speaking of,
is that it? the last remaining vestiges of the natural within us?
meditation and sex? or a combination therein?

too many people on the side of mythos are dedicating their energy to alchemy, and not the real kind, not the kind that can save us (finding the chemical compassion), but still the fucking money. if you can hear me, false-chemists, hear this: IT'S STILL ABOUT THE MONEY, FUCKERS! by putting your learning in the desire of the material, you are missing the point. put your learning in the desire.

love,
c