the awfulness of traffic

the awfulness of traffic

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sure, this is a first world problem. I admit it… but damn… I can not explain the soul crushing of having to sit in 5 hours of traffic to go back and forth to the nassau collieseum … for a nothing expo that should have been cancelled but got pushed back a day.. so… um.. anyway..

it is soul crushing… to sit in your car for miles and miles in our supposed enlightened country.. among the “smartest” who hold themselves above the rest of the country… how smart can we be to design bonds via highways that thousands upon thousands are stuck upon daily? how is that not the most important thing to fix? and is never mentioned… and we accept it? insane… I was in my car for 5 hours today… and traveled 50 miles total… that is insane… now you know my pain, again, this is nothing compared to cancer or people’s ills… but things that are solvable bother me… and this is one of those.. and it made me think of this band that never got traction, I know, weird reaction but… to me this was a hit song… that no one heard of, best heard by someone like me, instead of wasting our time in traffic doing nothing, at least we can be importing something else into our lives… I had to meditate… or at least do breathing exercises in traffic this morning… just to feel human…. we need to change that.

the discipline of doing it

the discipline of doing it

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It is easy to want to slack, do nothing, ‘take care of it tomorrow’… believe me, I am as guilty as any, but then I have days like today, where, OK, I am not conquering the world, but when the comfort of my bed (anyone who does not have a super soft duvet can not understand…), anyway, when the comfort of my bed calls like a siren and I am already on the rocks, and the day outside is still really cold (ok, not the brutal cold we have had locking us down the past couple of weeks (how do you people in Alaska etc do this???))… anyway…. I got my ass out of bed and the house to explore a frozen (mostly) lake… why? Do it and you will find out. There is something magical about nature in all forms… even this icy one. it can really help take you out of your mind, the every day, the race, this is important I posit, very important. One, it is not the beach, it is not comfort but somehow even the winter sun shining on you has a blissful effect. Sitting alone on a bench just listening to the subtle cracking sounds of the ice, the geese, temp inhabitants at this lake today, the various birds who do not flee south, a robin, an ambassador perched on a tree next to me closer than usual, or so I think, the bright red breast standing out like a beacon among the empty trees and vast white swath of snow that has had a really long shelf life this winter here, there have been other winters like this in my life, this is not some strange thing, but we measure things in such a simple manner, in our terms, in our life… sitting on a bench, maybe people think I am sad or depressed, nah… just taking in even the majesty of a lake blanketed with slumber ice, waiting for the thaw, I would ice fish, that looks pretty cool, but this is not what today was about, it was about getting out somewhere I have never been, some place I have driven by a thousand times, still within ear shot of humanity, the backfires of cars, the racing car morons, planes overhead, not so moronic (I hope)…but, with all that, you can still listen to and up from the ground (and should)… I spent many more days like this the past few years after not doing so for most of my life… not even bringing my notebook to write… I used to do that quite frequently… but this is more like a detox from humanity in the little spaces of escape that exist in if you just seek them out…. here is a short vid from today, maybe it can bring you there with me, maybe not, but I implore you to do the same in your state or country, you will thank me, or fall off a cliff trying, but that is really not my fault…

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the last of regret.

the last of regret.

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for fair Andromedae-
chained to a rock
to pose as a sea wall
a sacrifice-
through no fault of her own-
oh Ammon! I pray-
all hope on a hero
who will come?
to turn the Cetus
to statue stone
and be done- with this curse,
so for now the shore does spare
the wrath of hubris worn
let not the child
bear that scorn
oh lord, Poseidon!
“forgive me for what I have done”

existing in circles.

existing in circles.

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in the lost, of the lost
land-bound with the heart of the sea
or perhaps the freedom from-
the moorings;
a hike amongst those trees- reveals,
a path-
winding along; a shimmering lake
I notice-
distant feet, make the same, echoes ago I hear
and what seems like a pointless loop
pays far more fruitful
than the daily cycle, I commute

Notes: rat race… inferring we are rats, but perhaps, we are far worse, rats have a ceiling, a lack of expectation, a low limbo bar for sure, we, the humans, upright as we are, are capable of far more, but get caught in the grinder, the spinner, the everyday surf of a laundry machine always in motion but going nowhere… myself included, of course, just because I can see the shiny thing does not mean I am the shiny thing, maybe I am just as dumb as a rat, in that case may I be as tenacious…

the efficiency of movement

the efficiency of movement

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(essay free form) perhaps this is what makes chess so fascinating… and yet at some super micro level predictable, even if the odds and moves seem unfathomable (to us normal humans), at some point there is a mathematical equation that can handle the whole thing, beyond our human limits to do so, but not our understanding, of such limits, equations… efficiency. what can we learn from such things? perhaps we are more robotic than we may think, or perhaps we can apply such robotic mathematics to what we consider the every day machinations of our machine, the us, we are a field of possibilities, often to the same end, often to the same degree, we, we are such things, we breathe, we walk, we talk, we love, we die, are these not just all outcomes on the multiplication of PI? in some manner, not all, of course numbers do not coarse through your veins – or do they? in some capacity we are an equation, just not one mapped as of yet, and probably not in my life, perhaps, perhaps not, DNA was mapped, that is just the key to the front door, or maybe just a garage opener of sorts, maybe we are just milling about in the yard barely knowing there is an abode there just so far, are we just as smart as a mud flipper who just wandered out of the great pond? yes, yes, we are so advanced to have apps to buy groceries and meet our love match, but, we are still just milling about like ants on our own little patch, do the math.

the pending storm…

the pending storm…

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so, I sit on the precipice of a “historic” storm… I can feel it actually, I feel the anxiety of the masses… or is it me, nah, I love storms. Am I mad? or is this a real thing.. we are amped up now… big storm coming… blizzards do happen, in fact I recall a few as a kid.. bad ones, frozen cars in streets for weeks, tunneling to my neighbors yard under the snow banks that one time, I wish I had an Iphone back then to record the crime, yeah… I do recall that. I do not recall the supermarket panic… I see that now, I also never recall being stuck in my house longer than 2 days solid. I DO recall being stuck in the snow as a toddler… I climbed up this impossible slope, it was probably 5 feet tall… stomped my little feet.. and got stuck! I freaked out, I so remember it… crying out like a bear caught in one of those immense traps but I had much smaller feet… I remember the rescue, my boots slipped off my feet as mom picked me straight up, she was much stronger in those days, so I forget, I have the same feeling as little mind all dressed in layers for winter but now in a bind… but no longer in the same bind, how time passes, impossible to describe… because you have to live through it.

first and last, musing on seagulls

first and last, musing on seagulls

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for even the gulls might acknowledge
somewhere inside their glide
across this –
a setting sun.
constant sea
of tides riding along this beach
a singular moment in time
so warm, so close, to what might be perfection-
as assembled ingredients can come
sprinkled in like fairy dust
magical?
if there is such a thing,
than so is this cauldron
the cataclysm of all time collides
right now does-
with such soft embrace
to grace my mind
and still my heart-
for this-
a postcard in motion
a photo that can not be stopped
all in sight, for those who wish to see
as I sit, the universe has written this
for me, to witness.

to be the first
or to be the last
alas,
would I know the past
or the future
to start- or end
this path.

this is where I was when I wrote this… chapter and verse… well, all verse…