Or how was it that the cohort were caught
The gesture solidified makes type.
Lifted fire
twisted around this fallen knowing
of forgetting a candle.
Neither fire nor smouldering
just the gathering
in anticipation of together.
Another note of repose
enthusiasm prodded toward meeting in the future.
The paradoxical catalyst
changes actively and
seeks change
yet never
moves.
Doing as he is told
in this country
we expect commerce and industry, local and national government
to take account of the differing needs
and tastes
and opinions of the people.
We expect
those who influence the lives of 64.1 million citizens to base their work
on facts
to find out
what people really think and feel and prefer
to help people
in management
make decisions
never appear to be bored by anything a respondent says
nothing is more likely to irritate a respondent than the suspicion that
you are uninterested in their opinions.
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The Skating Minister by Henry Raeburn |
A new half-life awakens, stimulated by its vanity
but otherwise, anxiety dying makes anxiety anxious.
Its vain persistence is the only assurance anxiety may find.
The abysmal nothing is known as a huge transfer of energy.
Our fear is sent down to suck this up.
From nothing to nothing to appearing.
This energetic presence known through its abyss.
I am known from absence unto absence.
Vain frittery, this scuttling half of a half of a half
a life of gesticulation
whose failure will guarantee the anxious stimulation
of anxiety, who is set to live
:
:
.
I met the broken man yesterday. He said he was a shadow of the whole, yet when I looked at all of the shadow it was surely and wholly black. An abyss of an abyss is nothing.
The broken man was laughing, weakly, and bleeding all over the pillow.
I said half life quartered is still anxiety dying. And blood on the sheets is still a stain, he replied. The smallness or otherwise of unease is no hindrance to the leverage of uneasiness. Once it has a gesture, it will trip you.
It was then that I invited the broken man into the wholeness of the shadow. It darkness will seep between your shattered parts, I smiled.
It was then that he asked of how, if this were shadow of the whole, and from where did the light come by which the black could be spilt? Surely, he reasoned, if this is the whole then the light also is of the whole, and can it ever be possible that the source of illumination is also its own dark terminus?
Is what is in between whole or is the wholeness only that which holds the between?
I asked then if a ripped and shattered body made it easier to talk. I was not threatening, I was simply pressing my finger through the already existing gaps.
He was silent.
People talk about shopping a lot.
People talk a great deal about television and DVDs.
People talk often of their holidays.
The elsewhere moments line up between my broken flesh, the cast shadow, and the unseen illumination on the far side of an object I cannot comprehend.
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.
.
The simple line to be walked as nous.
The knowing line to be walked simply.
The walking line, simply.
The walking nous, simple line.
What is the abyss but nothing?
At the end of the line; the drop
:
:
.
The abysmal nothing is known as a huge transfer of energy.
From nothing to nothing to appearing.
This energetic presence known through its abyss.
I am known from absence unto absence.
Woe to the one’s who bring harm to these little ones; better a millstone be tied around their neck and they be thrown into the abyssal depths.
The key
to transformation seems to be
experience experienced in the process.
Where is caught experience?
Where it is transforming.
Inhering potential is received as change and change is received as an inheritance. Our wealth is of an inherent probability weighted toward change.
Thought process itself will be subject to process.
I have built a grilled fish as if it were an abstracting machine.
But I have not built the fish.
I have burnt fish on occasion.
The abstracting machine is also a tasting machine.
Here in my mouth it goes to work.
Transformation is indeed tasty but when I bite down on the key I break my tooth.