21/09/10 Poetaster’s short essay.

Ambivalence is the itemization of tentative bliss, and knowledge is the embodiment of a restrictive certainty of events. Once we know the rules of a game it loses its longevity, and when you beat it you have no desire to play it again. The discovery is gone and the uncertain mindset of potential is exposed as the illusion we so much time to ratify.

What changes is experience. Events stay the same, locked in cyclical motion, but man forgets and dies. We are molded to feel loss of opportunity, though the reality is that there was never another course of actions on can take. Acknowledge that what differentiates man from his competitors is that he is the catalyst of change in his environment, rather than his environment being the catalyst of change within him. Thusly, he has become so adaptive he stagnates and worries about possibilities beyond his control.

Filed under: philosophy

21/09/10 “Your Flesh”

I am a reasonable man.
I let her be quiet by this reason,
flicking away at the wick
her little blue silences
torture
anger
disappointment;
I am a reasonable,
generous man.
I listen at her pace,
I talk when she wants
I savour our conversations.

Filed under: poetry

21/09/10 “Hunger Justice”

Where the sunshine meets the sea,
or in the flicker of a flame,
and the curled finger when I sleep,
wrapped around the stark fabric of bedsheet,
crackling my knuckles, so tense,
the landlord  bangs on the door
bell rings with
his raging thuds
shatter and clatter
the sugar glass I store
the world in away
from my mind
WHEN that day comes,
all the mothers will sing
a little lullaby,
and sweep away my sins
with their dusty little wings.

Filed under: poetry

21/10/09 Torture Tools, short essay.

The existence of god puts the nature of reality in jeopardy. It diminishes the value of any endeavour to zero, because it renders anything to an object that can be erased or fabricated to an infinite amount of degrees and can never exceed a field of divine omnipotence. In a mythological setting where there are a host of unequal but imperfect deities, this idea is circumvented because a man is in full ownership of his conclusions and opinions.
In this regard, deities still have a great degree of power, but are relegated to managerial profiles that cannot overlap, even when subsumed by a superseding entity – thusly, morality exists in this scenario where it doesn’t in either a causal universe or a divine created universe. Even if the pantheon of deities were supplimental to the causal universe, morality would override experiences and environment, as will creates a malleable universe that does not necessitate cause, but does not shirk it, either.

Filed under: philosophy

18/10/09 “The bus to Franklin”

I spent an hour on the phone with my friend, because she was upset, “just for old time’s sake”. See, she’s been worried lately that thinks aren’t ever going her way, and that she can’t find happiness. She moved interstate to the country’s capitol city, she’s alone;

no friends,

no family,

no pets.

It took a lot of time for her to learn that things weren’t going to be any different for a while: “No one gets me like they do back home”, she says, “I want everything to go back to how it was, where I could walk down the street in my summer dress and not worry about traffic-stuck cars honking and pollution and shore-leave sailors and street hawkers, or guns and mobs, car accidents, muggers, public holidays and bus timetables!” I understand that, quietly, I tell her that.

It’s always something interstitial with her, though – too fat, too thin, too tall, too ugly, too white, too stupid, too maid-of-honour-bridesmaid-never-the-bride-backseat-vomitorium-too-much-vodka-and-punch – she doesn’t want to hear it. She wants to hear herself and my familiar voice.

She’s not happy.

Filed under: poetry