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There may be a gene for Heaven, but I don't know
this to be a fact. No one has looked yet but I think
it might be there, tucked somewhere between the
Cheerios and Graham crackers, just waiting to be
chewed at a breakfast table.
If you tell a child it has no wings, does it still try to grow
a pair out of simple defiance? A bearded debate
broke out at the Formica table (odd term) as to whether
Darwin was right and in the future, we all have
receptor keys... can mechanics over-ride physiology
and truly make an Ideal Man?
But if the universe is an infinite mirror of the cell, don't
we all float in the cyto-present Unknowing, neither
created nor destroyed, but changed into our new
states of being? Perhaps heaven is a vapor mist
as disembodied as this seeming-web of stars...
or maybe there really isn't anything out there, and we
are truly Alone. Would it be so terrible to exist
as nothing but what we are... a few cells programmed
to die at a given division, with nothing more to offer
than a few keystrokes toward Advancement...
What makes the Human Condition continue to try
on nothing more than a cup of coffee?
There may be a gene for Coffee, but I don't know
this to be a fact...
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If you tell a child it has no wings, does it still try to grow a pair out of simple defiance?
ahhh. yes. ive missed your writing. im glad to be back. with love. kt
|| Posted on 2011-03-05 00:00:00 | by Theophilus | [ Reply to This ] |
You & Garfield should avoid all contact. This should be easy considering he is not actually animate.
& Can I say that bible thumpers have to be a certain kinda breed of human. I mean that has to be epigenetic. & at this point, thru all these generations, my blood has to be some small percent wine.
This is depressing. The type of depression that comes before the first cup or after tooo many, when it's either too early or too late in the day to be awake. When it's cold & there isn't enough, tho who the [censored] really knows what enough is. What is enough? & you start wondering what's' predetermined.
& you start wondering about mapping your own genome simply by history & habits.
I like how this wonders & adheres itself to different but connected thoughts, kinda like the way a web is built, one rung up connected by degrees. ".... Perhaps heaven is vapor mist/as disembodied as this seeming-web of stars..." is actually how this feels, if I were to take your poem & shove it into a nutshell, which I wouldn't, but if I did.
& just a general statement about your poetry in general: I really enjoy what you bring to the table.
|| Posted on 2011-03-01 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ] || i love this. the thought of it and how it|
i went to this 'party' the other nite. something about smoking and talking about 'it' (whatever 'it' may be). and is there an it, or a place that we go when we leave here? interesting too was how different we all thought or felt about it. but it was an interesting open discussion.
i have at times thought about what if there is nothing after here. i guess what came up was ego. is my ego ready for such an answer?
a gene for heaven is just a brilliant thought really.
just some thoughts on a monday morning when i should really be working.
|| Posted on 2011-02-28 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] || hidden between cereals and serial killers...the human spirit which moves us to rebel against what is there before us...|
to advance our thinking even if there is nowhere to go after this life...
what we leave those behind is important enough...
but sometimes we advance too much i think...and we lose ourselves in that advancement..that technology...whatever it is..
a cup of coffee isn't as simple as it once was..
i long for the days before starbucks...and filters that strain our lives into something even we don't recognize...
felt some awkward movement in this piece...but considering the subject matter...that seemed appropriate...
and now i wonder ..if i don't become part of the disembodied vapor mist...what's in the other direction?
|| Posted on 2011-02-28 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |