Saturday, May 21, 2011

Condensation


There are people who know about meaning.
Their optimism breathes with belief,
revealing all the pictures I drew as a kid
on the glass in the back seat;
those marks that framed the
static-y, speed-fractured outside scene.
I knew back then how to deal with blankness.
Before it thickened and
my eyes blurred out the foreground.
Before I gave in to gazing at miles
of wasteland, dried rivers and rusted machines.
Before I felt the pressing down of a white sky
as it slowly hammocks with rain.
But there are people who know better
than to be absorbed by this
heavy nothing.
A primary school aged child could tell you,
this is condensation.
You have to draw something into it.



.... i think this is the most obtuse my writing has ever been. maybe it makes some sense? i hope so.
news:
i went to grove tonight. it was wonderful.
i am drawing all sorts of things right now.
Signal

I felt the morse code
of a
jittering love
on my fingertip;
messages urgent,
with spikes in the reading.
When my hands are still,
moored warships
pulse a distant
paroxysmal sad,
but
this feint needle can bear no weight
on the scales
of fibre-optic
you.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Postmodern Romance

I was wasted for
the month we met.
Due to minor
brain damage,
my memory of you
is like a cloze passage.
You could have said
almost anything.
In my postmodern romance,
I prefer to believe
it was sexy.
so i have an update. this is shambly and ridiculous, but comes close to my thoughts recently somehow. perhaps because of the shambliness.


The single context model

All too often, I find myself distracted by minor existential traumas from things that can be broadly referred to as “what matters”. For instance,

revolutions,

shale gas drilling,

photosynthesis.

These concerns fight mundane daily stresses for my priority of thought, messily like in a reality TV elimination, and often they win the consolation X-box. It’s difficult to even begin justifying my evaluations of worth for these various things, so my solution is now to think about dinosaurs instead of any of that other stuff. To think about dinosaurs, for instance,

giving each other library fines,

trading tempeh recipes

and blowing each other up with long-range missiles.

I remember as a child going to a nature reserve where you could see fossilized dinosaur footprints still in the earth. I was convinced it was a hoax. How could the soil we kick up be so old when old people already seem so old? How could the earth have belonged to these creatures that a) basically sound like dragons (which are not real), and b) are the stuff of Spielberg franchise?

The idea of all of this however, nostalgic child-naivety aside, is to produce a context. It seems to me that there are far too many contexts, which is where problems with evaluating importance occur. So, to make things easy, I propose only one context: that all things are of more OR less significance than the impossible fact that dinosaurs walked around for millions of years, in a The-Time-Machine-remake (2002) kind of way, in your house. That is, where your house is now. Generally, in the context of dinosaurs, whether you marinate your tempeh before cooking it, for instance, hardly matters at all. I find that imagining dinosaurs enacting these valuations is an easy method for realising that basically nothing especially matters.

Test the model yourself. Imagine:

Dinosaurs putting things into context.

Dinosaurs being meta about putting things into context.

Dinosaurs trying to be humorous about their meta-ness, because they feel that the self-reflexive thing is old hat.

Dinosaurs wearing old hats.

You might now have some questions, which can fortunately be addressed through a further demonstration of the model:

Dinosaurs debating specific flaws in the model.

Dinosaurs debating circular reasoning.

You are welcome to be more elaborate in your imagination of these scenarios. You can imagine a small group of stiff-collared creatures at a conference, banging their claws on the hard desks and screeching “reductio!”. You can imagine that, meanwhile, those dinosaurs that have embraced the logic of the single context sit variously in positions of comfort in places of beauty, texting their sweethearts about what a lovely day it is and perhaps they could drive to the beach together in the evening. These creatures drive for hours to get to the very nicest beach, because in the context of themselves the travel-time is negligible. They set up a picnic blanket and gaze up into the night sky, because in the context of themselves the moon and the stars are marvelously important. They relax, make out, watch the stars become brighter, and are relieved that the single context has provided a meaning for them that is far beyond their control.

Things only then become problematic for this placid couple when you begin to imagine

dinosaurs seeing an asteroid come hurtling toward them, but luckily

dinosaurs having control over the earth’s physical processes! or, something like arcade game style dodgem tactics! but somehow

dinosaurs being unable to conceive of the world outliving them by hundreds of millions of years, and

dinosaurs preferring to do nothing.

And perhaps now you can see the real value in the single context model, for all of a sudden none of these things that you imagine matter at all.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

... huh.

astronomical to web
show details 1 May (2 days ago)
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don't do it again.

sincerely,
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