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Mood: Too much at once...
It was with reluctance that we said goodbye to our three poplar trees today. I always cringe when I see a still-living tree go down, especially in today’s climate of necessity, regarding carbon sequestering. In our defense they were old, unhealthy trees and huge hazards: we were surprised and relieved that they didn’t topple during previous ice storms. With our changing weather patterns ice storms are becoming increasingly normal occurrences. I know the robins will be quite upset to lose one of their favorite nesting sites. I, however, am grateful that my garden will now bask in a full morning of sunshine and absolutely love my new unimpeded view of the horses in their pasture. Let the real work begin—tomorrow—there are leaves and branches to clear and there is firewood to cut, split and cure. Thank you my three amigos, you did not die in vain. You may rest in pieces.

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Hi Chris,

Thanks for reading and commenting my poem, Missionary. Glad you found something to like about it. I will try it without the a in front of halleluia.

| Posted on 2014-09-30 22:55:36 | by annie0888 - [ Reply to This ] -
Well, you must think I'm a complete loony tune by now. Chemtrails, yeah I can see it. They are seeding the sky with chemicals that have a calculated effect on the populace. A question, how do the perpetrators of this phenomenon avoid being affected. Further is this dissertation a spoof or do you really believe we're being subjected to chemical substances by chemtrails. I'm more worried about the radiation from Fukushima polluting the entire pacific ocean.


PS: Please forgive my previous blither.
| Posted on 2014-09-29 12:11:58 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
As an architectural draftsman and an artist the ubiquity of a piece of paper takes on new meaning. Of it represents the possibilities of imagination in their purest form, unsullied perhaps even by my identity as a physical being. Although many of these conceptions seem unreal in the light of humanoid empiricism they have a logistical validity which seems almost undeniable. e.g. The whites aimed white! When I put a line on a piece of paper I consider this phenomenon. Almost like a visage of the possible nature of the mind of God (whoever he is). Conversely, as you mentioned in your reply beings with a physical identity can be changed by outside forces and even though I want to argue that our sentience is not transmutable we are obviously not so evolutionally advanced. So yes, I concur circumstance can transmogrify, transmute or even transubstantiate whereby the form of something that exists can and does go through changes. The blacks aimed black here are I agree admonitions, the debaucheries I can imagine could (hypothetically) change the face of reality. Dangerous indeed!!! So, as I understand it your spirit searches for the purities of conception, untainted by the literacies of existence as you experience it. This is very Buddhist meditational of you. This brings me once again to your final point. Theoretically (by me at least) once something has existed there is a certain permanence to its enigma. If it was I don't see how it could ever again be said that it had no existence. Perhaps this phenomenon is to ethereal for us to feel as a realism but I would argue its validity nonetheless. So (hypothetically) if possibility is infinite (as it has always been, even since before the beginning, if there ever was one) everything that exists has been presupposed and will indeed continue to be even after its physical expression has ceased to exist. Very religious of me huh????


PS: What do you feel is erasing us? Time, our own ineptitudes, the devil………..

PPS: I hesitated to respond to your last reply as I knew it would take another essay but thats my take on it.
| Posted on 2014-09-27 12:16:30 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
Hi Chris. Thanks for reading my poem, DNA. I really appreciate your feedback!

| Posted on 2014-09-23 21:37:52 | by annie0888 - [ Reply to This ] -
By "anything that mattered" I meant anything actually made of physical matter, thereby incurring the excruciations of the physically finite.

En masse, the correctness of you!! Revised.

Time, according to my physics profs. does not pass at a consistent rate everywhere. Physical phenomena can warp the progressiveness of its passage. Time is not a human construct. There has always been a now, a has been, a may be. Conversely without physicality its passage can seem to have no relative realism even given the natural inductions of space time.

This brings to mind the ramifications of incorporeity ideologies. Can individualism survive without physical form. No I don't seem to think we are just too pigheaded, it's only that we are, each and every one of us a finite point of existence as even perhaps the spirits I postulated. We're incapable of mutual concurrence. Harmonious ensemble, of course, but complete concurrence is beyond humanly realistic conjecture. All this leads me back to the possibilities of our conceptual abilities. An interesting occurrence to contemplate. Pure science fiction perhaps, but there it is!!!!

PS: Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness, estranged ensemble orchestrations and all!!!

PPS: Perhaps we are no more than one more sperm in the spume of God, whoever he is.
| Posted on 2014-09-19 21:27:00 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
The deer is, in a way, innocence like you say. The experience addressed in the poem took place in the late teen years. I think that was unconscious on my part, sometimes there's just an idea or image and I go with it not realizing it's full significance until later. Thanks again, Chris -for reading and the interest.
| Posted on 2014-09-19 20:57:43 | by emwren - [ Reply to This ] -

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