that donʼt warrant a page by themselves
or seem to fit better here
pending poems index
chronological order is from the bottom to the top of the page
audio files can be complemented by listening to them with the eyes closed !
thats is, if you persist, you will find the truth
a lifetime barely covers the ground
thats is, if you persist, you will find the truth
a lifetime barely covers the ground
but practical experience never is, though it can be misinterpreted
what we call morality is really consequences
the only way you can de-grief your life is to remove what causes grief
at some point you can't do that
martyn bryant had no boundaries
but was too mentally retarded
to understand the consequences
his father and lover died,
he lost the plot
a lack of boundaries can be a problem with very good intelligences
because really there are no boundaries, only consequences
i don't have any boundaries but i am scared shitless
of the torture and slow dying prison is
execution by poor diet
the
constant
stress
of
the
malignity of
the
othe
other
inmates
because really there are no boundaries, only consequences
i don't have any boundaries but i am scared shitless
of the torture and slow dying prison is
it's the cycle through depression to mania that gives a lot of intellectual strength
it's the cycle through depression to mania
that gives a lot of intellectual strength
you have to allow that insight
can come from people and situations
one is not comfortable with
and actually insight is objective,
a common property so to speak
it's utterly objective
and exists independent of people
infinity in life
it inspires in mediocrity
and so cruel to maintain its own comfort
that's what bugs me
the test of greatness
is the hatred
it inspires in mediocrity
mediocre is so happy to be mediocre,
and so cruel to maintain its own comfort
that's what bugs me
buddhist scripture
is more inane than christian,
it's quite liberating
to accept how inane
religious piffle is
and sneer at eight centuries
waste of time carving scriptures
on stone slabs
when thirty seconds of original
thought outweights it all
how utterly meaningless
those stupid statues,
ceremonies
and as for carving scriptures
on stone slabs for 800 years!!!!!
like the pain
of going to the trouble
of posting a reply
to that recent parent post on openblooms
to have it ignored
fruitless, empty and leaves a bad taste
that's a correct perception of life i guess
being in love is like freefalling forever,
life is just the usual problem,
very depressing about pornography,
the same as prostitution,
a murderous depersonalisation
by the time i die
i might have worked out
how not to spill my blood
and have others lap it up
in everything i do
by the time i die i might have worked out how not to spill my blood
and have others lap it up in everything i do
no task is ever mindless,
is getting something back
more than the money
which is usually not very much
the big problem with work is getting something back more than the money
which is usually not very much
most people are intellectually completely unadventurous
timorous and cowardly when it comes to anything new
too soft on themselves
we are all victimised by the shape of our brains
better my work go unread than become swill for the swine
the problem with skipping
on the amount of attention
needed by health and wellness issues
is that it's not death that is the road out,
but slow and painful
and humiliating incapacitation
yeah i'm unstable, you are the stable one
so i have to back off a lot of what i think etc.
and just let it all wash out in an even amicable way
the clever have sharp teeth
to shred the intelligent,
which unfortunately
is an old story
heart is in what you do,
it's not that you do something with heart
all the phonies
do things with heart and compassion
while being very many miles away from it
the wall of heaven is the the impassable barrier to eternity beyond
only it's a bit more porous and passable than it seems
we are of that wall and also of that porosity and passiblity
true intelligence involves stepping into zones of emotional discomfort,
ratbag humans just bounce from one zone of failed emotional comfort to another
what can look like sweetness or generosity
an inquisitive and subtle intelligence
is such an unusual thing
the trouble with love is it wants them to be a certain way
start something before it begins
that is, starting to do something before you begin it proper
getting some early practical feedback basically
what is the point of jealousy if you are not prepared to make up the shortfalls that the object of the jealousy is meeting?
men can have a shock as women approach menopause, like a really nasty shock as the hormones change and they don't put up with so much, that is, they become more like men
females have a loyalty to sex and not the person that males can find hard to understand.
just play the patience game and you will win
something not being wrong is very far from being right
one can love , but its a brutal process and its helpful to be a couple of moves ahead of the lover which can happen if they make a mistake and you put the work in
even in the strongest love there is always an element of a lack of requition
stupidity is quite an active process and requires some degree of intelligence, it is so thorough about removing what would defeat it
the tyranny of the talentless
it takes real talent to go for the unglamorous, the talentless always go for the pretty
sophistication is understanding of the human condition and the ability to do the intelligent option
(eileen prunster)
when dealing with schizophrenics, its best to keep as much distance as is possible
poetry is to english as diamond is to glass
the quality of politicans is usually not better than what votes them in, sometimes it can be
with anything real you cannot see the way ahead
theres no grief like a lost love or anything more painful than to see someone falling out of love with you
there is an identity condition of infinity with the temporal but it speaks for itself and those who don't, won't or can't hear it, blubber away with the usual infantile religious crap
nostalgia seems such an intrinsic sign of mental decay
spam will exist until the ratio of response drops to represent a considerable economic cost
mediation is a mechanical analogue of self reflection
self reflection however has no context and is not mechanical
zazen, satori and zen are mechanical analogues
i don't love american culture, kitschy, aggressive, ignorant and boorish
eileen: now i really know what bittersweet is
andrew: the flower that evaporates in the hand
there is a sort of sex of the soul, seeing someone directly
savancy: an extraordinary skill only matched by it's pointlessness
the purpose of zen is to kneecap the brain, which it does very well
its a world that shits on quality
our lives wear away on futilities
there is a lot of thuggishness and brutality in mediocre views
autistic spectrum is an adaptation and new forming of function in a different brain
tho it seems something like permanent crucifixion, its part of the solution, not the problem
the stuff i write is of eternity, not the puling ronald macdonald fandom that americans seem so enamoured of
grammar is inherent in the brain, in reality there is no grammar
beyond the understanding of what is written
the evolutionarily assigned role for the male is a beast of burden for
the female who is herself a beast of burden for her offspring
the human brain is full of an emotional veneer that disguises this
being right is a process, not an endpoint
notions of god are intrinsically limited
because if there is god then you also have to have a concept of god's
justice for humans
since obviously there is none, then you have to develop the fiction of
heaven and hell to make sense of the injustice of the world
so i will step away from the atheist viewpoint that says there is no
god and say instead there is god but its a limited notion
eileen : “so i will step away form the atheist viewpoint that says there is no
god and say instead there is god but its a limited notion” would u mind expanding on what u mean by this? do u mean god is a notion or do u mean there is a god but not as imagined by some
Andrew : “there is god but its a limited notion”
Andrew : you can't break the meaning apart of those words
Andrew : which is what essentially poetry is, you can't break the sense apart from the words
if you teach something, it completely destroys your sense of what you are teaching
all the tears from here to infinity don't mean a thing
imagine a man in a room with ten thousand pieces of blank paper stacked high
he takes one from the top and starts writing in pencil
he does this until all the paper is written on, then he takes the first
one he started with, rubs it out and starts writing again
his name is life
have i disrupted the fatuous emotional haze of waiting at the end of time?
'waiting at the end of time' is a passive fatalism tucked up in comfy emotions to avoid feeling the icy hurricane one is swept up in
its a common maladaptive response to deep injury
a leaf in a stream, where is it going?
the decay of aging alters all perspectives
christine from PA
so proud so stupid
so american
why do turds outshine thier brains?
the hunting of the snark is quality, schrodingers cat and douglas adams are crap
why fart when you can smell of a rose?
autism is both dead and alive and therefore quantum
most mental health professionals are disguised schizophrenic's, safer
to be that side of the system than the other
just because you have a leak, doesn't mean you have to sink the ship
the years sweep away under our feet
where is god in quantum uncertainty?
'they see an inch and think it's a mile'
an old man turned up at the gates of hell
the chief devil looked him over and said "jesus you look in bad shape, what happened?" (they swear a lot in hell for obvious reasons)
the old man said, alzheimers, pancreatic cancer and parkinsons
there upon the chief devil said the magic words "fucking shit" and the old man was changed into a young one
he said "i thought this was hell"
the chief devil said
that's so you can age all over again
love is working productively together, you want to weight that more when you worry about me and my attachment
if you have to go an extra mile its cause you don't get there without going the extra mile
god is objective truth
what you know about something has to be balanced with how useful it is to know it............
the nature of blind is you can't see, and not seeing that we are blind is part of the blindness, life is mostly leaving old areas of blindness to go into new ones and ultimately discovering we never left the old ones
women unfortunately cannot call a spade a spade. instead you get a three page essay on 'like a spade'
i'm getting used to women, anything they disagree with translates to me having a problem
the female condition, afraid to be afraid, but afraid not to be afraid
in fact life has a sort of inverted topology whereby what is imagined
to be interior and not exposed is out there to see anyway
let people go thier own way
bite off more than you can chew and you get chewed
everyday a million miles to travel
in all directions
but the old brain and frame can no longer keep up
death overtakes
what is man
naught but a dream
mirrored on itself
theres no innocence in being gullible, it's just slackness looking for easy pickings.
a forum thread from hermitageheart.org, photo by john loori
crying
some sadness of beyond death here
u need the red to live
its in this photo and conveys the nature of red quite well even if it doesn't conform to what red should be by theory but i have learnt to go on observation and not theory :o)
the nature of red may not change but it sure has different forms most of which i could do with out because of their painfully erosive nature
Anna S. wrote, what do you mean "u need the red to live?"
my reply:
red is what everything revolves around
i guess i am speaking of 'beyond death'
which is not a lot of fun actually
u need the red to live
but its not an answer per se like 'oh i have the red'
more just being aware of the turbulent stream we are caught in
the outcomes of aging are pretty ghastly
love and hate are human dreams that are never untangled in our short lives
the sea is wisdom
life is death
and death is life
literal or non literal
literal
i use jesus and buddha for lavatory paper
we get a little beauty in life, precious little and then its over
when you go down a road again and again you notice its characteristics
solitude shows
what groups don't know
sight and blind
one of the secrets of life is not to hang too hard onto things and see if it hangs there by itself................
u need to steer by the pole stars of yourself
answers are just new questions
empty eons
passing the time
dead time
I have a single potential.
It can be seen in a solitary twinkle.
If you still don’t hear me,
I call the acolyte and ask him.
by Xiangyan (9th century?)
my reply
there is no single potential
apart from complexity
and simplicity
the fundamental oscillation
never shall together be
except in eternity
sometimes it's easy
sometimes it's hard
sometimes the moon
comes down in shards
plants that grow up in the shade of the oak
will never overtake it
the blue cliff record, case 3
just go for the case
the rest is junk
though sometimes
there can be good stuff
in the commentary
but that is stuff the compiler is quoting,
the compiler himself is a bit of an idiot.
i need some sun to survive.
through truthfulness and giving may there be some living
women write
i followed down
on the southern side
of beinn eighe
in northern scotland.
it goes past the car park.
by the beach
the waves run up the stones
they run down
Shine your lighthouse light on me,
Lighthouse man can't help us all,
Some are saved and some will fall,
He'll show you where the danger lies
But he can't help it if you capsize,
He'll light your way but that is all,
Got to steer your own boat back to shore.
stones and streams are a dream
wherein i would lie until i die
Rita came up on icq last night
splattered like a sparrow hitting a window pane
an angry blur of feathers
and then flew off again
emp - ty
richo - che
bang bang bang
kirshnamurti's dead
the jackals still pick out his eyes
crunch up his head
but he is still dead
males that don't meet female expectations
get deigned for eviscerations
depression is palpable
the fish rakes run
ruining a blue sea
depression is palpable
the fish rakes run
ruining a blue sea
a diamond's sparkle
is not big or small
long or short
but just as it ought
a diamond's sparkle
is not big or small
long or short
but just as it ought
the muse
vacates
and arrives
according to its own schedule
the muse
vacates
and arrives
according to its own schedule
star light
star bright
first star i see tonight
i wish i may
i wish i might
have the wish i wish to night
oh i am dying
oh i am dead
the moon's come down
crashed in my head
oh i am dying
oh i am dead
the moon's come down
crashed in my head
note, the proper version is in manawa (auckland zen society magazine) i think,
will have to look up a back issue to get it
things long forgotten
toi-toi on a lakes edge
a metalled road and (paddlocked)? gate
folding unfolding
things long forgotten
toi toi
a metalled road and gate
the lap of waves on a lakes edge
the vastness of inconceivability
eyes laden
delicious
day black dropped
- dusk sky -
an hour -
wealth for the poorest
tui song
perched on a cloud
a tui singing -
dulcet drops
heaven fallen
noontide sun
foaming around my feet
white cottonwood branches
half lit in yellow
scouring the sky
boats bow wave
slicing a tender sea
a dolphin glints
glass frozen
macrocapa tree
standing against the sky
a soft green stream
washing through banks of blue
split the sun
spill its fire
flames of ice!
sitting on a cliff top
absorbed by the sea
bush
white flecked -
manuka flowers
clock click
stills
pull the sky
through a star
punch
the moon
inside out
invaginate
the sky
slitting eternities throat
sheep shit for roses
ashes in the urn
ashes in the urn
how real is real?
black white grey
partiality solidify's things
walking into the dissolving dust
sky the blue in hieroglyphs
green streams of obscene dreams
aeons burst in a yellow star glow
purling, spinning
weaving dreaming
suchness seems
in likeness of these
and a child grabbed my shopping list exercise book
from the bottom of the empty trolley
and we looked at each other,
i took it back.
told him to stop it or something,
i wondered wether he was autistic
so i said
since it was well used,
patched with a bit of tape,
had a sort of patina to an intelligent eye
it contained photographs
i couldn't think wether it not
it might be something else,
said nothing and they moved on.