There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1207 “While the engine thrums”
I sit here somewhat thoughtful, on the ferry, waiting, wary, or hopeful, or just staring, feeling dull.
Caveat: Poem #1206 “The antitheses”
With all these coughs and sneezes, I get tired and uninspired... diseases like this, health's antitheses.
Caveat: Poem #1205 “Cairnview”
I cut my bits of twigs and sticks to clear my path below; and looking through, down at the road, the rocks I stacked just show.
Caveat: Poem #1204 “A drumming”
The rain insists, its forceful hints keep tapping in the breeze. The droplets fall on barren wood and timpanize the trees.
Caveat: Poem #1203 “Out there”
Caveat: Poem #1202 “Rockstacking”
Caveat: Poem #1201 “All that is holey”
Caveat: Poem #1200 “Looking up”
Caveat: Poem #1199 “Eleventh stanza”
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate, doubtless compelled by her path not quite straight, zigging and zagging through storm and through dust, barely aware of her growing disgust.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1198 “Tenth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, still it caught up to her, blanking her slate: sands of the desert, they cradled her head, fallen and hurt, the sun left her for dead.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1197 “Upward, then”
Caveat: Poem #1196 “The local conditions”
Caveat: Poem #1195 “Ninth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, battling through time was her gods-given trait, battles were all waged against demons and saints, ethics neglected, devoid of constraints.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1194 “Eighth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate, rather she tended to loiter and wait, loathing decisions she wandered the streets, dreaming solutions, accepting defeats.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1193 “A breakfast”
Caveat: Poem #1192 “The texture of things”
Caveat: Poem #1191 “Time’s fault”
Caveat: Poem #1190 “Cities take shape”
Caveat: Poem #1189 “Unreal syllables”
Caveat: Poem #1188 “What the rain does”
Caveat: Poem #1187 “And then other stuff happens, too”
Caveat: Poem #1186 “What grayness does”
Caveat: Poem #1185 “The obstinacy of barnacles”
Caveat: Poem #1184 “Orange”
Caveat: Mission Statement
[This is a cross-post from my other blog.]
The point is clear: the purpose of the Organization is to be organized.
Several committees will have been created to pursue this goal, with necessary but not sufficient technocratic support staff.
The Committee and Directorate of Teleological Debate (for All Intents and Purposes)
This committee and associated support staff attempts to address the question, Why does the Organization exist? Is the ongoing organization of such organizations as this Organization strictly necessary? Importantly, it advocates that a main purpose of the Organization is to discuss (but avoid resolving) such questions.
The Committee and Directorate of (Mis-)Direction
This committee and associated support staff attempts to address the question, Who controls the Organization? How is this control (if it exists) implicated in processes of organizational creation and perpetuation? Is it possible for the various committees and directorates of the Organization to accomplish their goals without direction? Is direction perhaps inimical to the Organization?
The Committee and Directorate of Cryptic Origins
This committee and associated support staff attempts to address the question, To what extent are the demiurges behind our perceived reality (this knowable Ardisphere beneath our feet) actually more real? More troubling, what are these demiurges’ motives? Are they a unified front, or a disparate group operating at cross-purposes? What are their origins? And to what extent do they wilfully misrepresent their true motives and origins?
The Committee and Directorate of Semiotic Action
This committee and associated support staff attempts to address the question, How can the Organization best emit a maximum proportion of signs to actual meaning? How best can the resources available (e.g. diaries, newscasters, hermetic hypertexts and encyclopedic simulacra) be leveraged to increase the full coverage of the Known Universe with (and by) content-free organizational representations?
Music to organize to: Mexican Institute of Sound, “Mi negra a bailal.”
Caveat: Poem #1183 “Bostrom’s backstory”
Caveat: Poem #1182 “As stars will do”
Caveat: Poem #1181 “Altazorian”
the rain keeps falling tadarada datada dadadadara
Caveat: Poem #1180 “Waiting for the train”
Caveat: Poem #1179 “Seventh stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate Lacking the judgment to enter that gate Wishing her doubts weren't well-founded in life Pushing to find resolution in strife.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1178 “Sixth stanza”
Kiamon never paid heed to her fate Wrecking the present and blanking her slate, Forcing her gaze toward the glowering moon Over the trees. But the end came too soon.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.
Caveat: Poem #1177 “Fifth stanza”
Kiamon sometimes would ponder her fate Entering into a strange mental state During which everything seemed like a dream Where dreams themselves were the dominant theme.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, continuing the introspections of Kiamon, a fictional being.