Grayness interrupts the days of chilly sunshine with pacific mist
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
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.
Caveat: Poem #1176 “Fourth stanza”
Kiamon never once thought on her fate Everyone thought that she ended up late, Actually, though, she'd been merely a ghost, Time healed her wounds. She returned to her post.
– a rhymed pair of tetrameter couplets, on a certain theme first taken up almost two years ago.
Caveat: Poem #1175 “The goddess”
The sea foam wasn't involved, nor the stone, rather alone, she evolved, emergent, blessèd, absolved.
Caveat: Poem #1174 “Mitra’s daughter”
Mitra the covenanter, his heart full, chased the white bull to slaughter... and what about his daughter?
Caveat: Poem #1173 “No data”
The data refused to show the meanings instead leaning down below truth's cool superficial flow
Caveat: Poem #1172 “The mirror”
The self-reflective essay: a mirror showing clearer how I say I am than I am today.
Caveat: Poem #1171 “The disavowal”
Some trees have fewer leaves, now, than others. They would rather wonder how... or this winter disavow.
Caveat: Poem #1170 “Anticipatory regret”
I go outside before dawn, taste the wind, feeling chagrined by shapes drawn vaguely, thoughts un-acted on.
Caveat: Poem #1169 “Vegetative bird”
There is a gray cormorant just sitting, looking, waiting, head aslant, on the dock's arch, like some plant.
Caveat: Poem #1168 “The signs that appear when eyes briefly close”
Those hieroglyphs that are drawn by blinking, a vague inkling, but then gone, as my eyelids' world moves on.
Caveat: Poem #1167 “An expressway made of gravel”
The trucks on the expressway zoom along tires sing their song on rock - gray gravel kicked around all day
Caveat: Poem #1166 “Reduction”
A chill drizzle touched my neck, a ghost's hand prodding me, and sought to wreck my work, reduced to a speck.
Caveat: Poem #1165 “Procession”
The morning's light disburses in fragments: day's integuments, night's verses, like introspective hearses.
Caveat: Poem #1164 “The systematic advance of winter”
The first frost of the season kissed the earth, betraying mirth, fighting sun, limning puddles one by one.
Caveat: Poem #1163 “The sins of slugs”
The slugs climb the gravel stairs, all fearless, but confess to the bears that pass with glowering stares their sins and their weary cares
Caveat: Poem #1162 “In conclusion”
Caveat: Poem #1161 “Offerings”
Caveat: Poem #1160 “A shambolic shaman”
Caveat: Poem #1159 “As stones will do”
Caveat: Poem #1158 “Transubstantiation”
Specific unrealities surge, emerge from apophenic thoughts, caught in virtual gazes, await capture by minds, wind through fields like birds, heard like the wind, in your hair where we sleep.