Love Reversal Machine

It's a love story
as all stories are
some are just
inside out.

Controlled Chaos

His sartorial choices betrayed no expression of an aesthetic, other than obsessive fastidiousness. It was not a look that said "I'm in control."

"Poetry is controlled chaos," was the quote.  It's worth noting that somebody found it on the internet.

Empty Yourself. Let Go.

The window contains no glass, no frame. It is just an opening to blue over the undulating green foothills. The light in the room is spun gold, stirring. As soon as I look to the window, I'm upright in front of it. I know my body is still on the bed. The raven beckons me to the window and I see now that it holds a red balloon by a string. I am meant to take it so I do.

"Empty yourself," the words are inside of my head. "Let go."

I do. The balloon rises until it's a red dot disappearing over Grizzly Peak.

This was the assignment, Summer, 1991.

Extremophile

How does black dust learn the skill of light
what burnishes a locale exotic but distance
of any description as long as it's great

A Morning Practice

Divination daily.
Spider in iridescent orb.
in bits it is assembled.

Owl cries out back,
under new moon,
I seek the dragon.

Small pieces, daily
accrete. Much to learn
ask to answer.

The Unicorn Sanctuary

The dedication of those thousand acres to the cause of preserving and studying this delicate, newly discovered species raised a number of concerns, all of which became instructive as the permutations of subspecies of species of our species continued to be discovered at a shocking pace, transforming society and its institutions so completely there came a call for the end of such classifications as taught in basic biology. The unicorns, as the first break-away subspecies from the human genetic line, found themselves with the mostly unanticipated task of defining how a society structured of by and for humans was going to seamlessly incorporate critters as diverse as aquatic fairy land manatees, tricolor surface earthworms, the aforementioned unicorns, and an array that, the instant the unicorn discovery was announced, began to burgeon and burgeon some more. Needless to say, the complexities this presented became considerable.

The unicorn sanctuary, a long-held dream of one anonymous donor, exists because of the struggle these first unicorns faced.

Absentee Reality

Sans civilization and its relative conveniences, we might think ourselves lucky at the end of a day that found us still alive and basically unharmed. What, then, is there to fear? When you answer that, you see the bars of your cage and that is important information. This safety is an illusion. If you were to see the bars of the cage, you'd regard differently the kennel you sleep in and the kibble you stuff in you to keep going through another day of watching the days of reality show plastic fails. It's so hard for us to pay attention to anything. The whole universe is screaming at us to wake up. Our species. It's hard for anyone to notice. Even when trying.

"The synchs, the omens, the communications weave through media and time, such that they reveal, by extrapolation, a great intelligence of a scope that, once the mind begins to conceive of its mere possibility, without and within soon become circuitous, non-closed, tentacled and prone to slippage. Once you see it, well, you just do. A more convoluted description could be purpled up, but descriptions don't describe much. That's what they're telling us as our metaphors become anti-metaphors for a professionally managed reality experience..." the speaker you hadn't previously noticed, crackles off. The message will pick up in somewhere in a strange somehow-again.

Sometimes the connections are just so-so.

The Mystical. Pure art. Poetry. This is the jouissance of having survived the Dionysian surge/dissolution.

abject

The blue sky
remains intact,
minus a minor,
recently added,
architectural detail.

There is a calm sea
where just sailed a ship

There is a perfectly,
normally, usable day...

Forward Memory

The crystal skull shines blue
the serpent undulates within
unleashing a torrent, a dragon,
itself, the phoenix. The blood-
line of witches flows here.

Time slip. Slip in, the widow
speak, spider-wise web time
Vision focused, story spins
fast. Dream awake.

Sun, four swords, Lovers.

Commune

Three nights called,
New Moon-- Third,
Owl arrived.

Myth is a literal key,
to other worlds.
they write power.

Grief

The drift called the infinite.
Emily Dickinson

Ambiguity

"As far as you know," he looked back at me and winked.

I realized he was right. What did I really know?

Iterations

“There is no top or bottom, no absolute positioning in space. There are only positions that are relative to the others.
There is an incessant change in the relative positions throughout the universe
and the observer is always at the centre".” 
― Giordano Bruno

Bad to the

The history of Satan is all about character.

Gone

I know what this is now.
The grief is stunning.
Nearly overwhelming.

The mind confused,
the soul feels the wave
of grief not yet crested.

Evil Eye

sparkle rubber
bounces off
back to you
refract disco
rainbow riot
see better if
more complex

The Wall

This mirror
is maddening
it distorts and
deranges--
Break it apart
to put it together.

Fine Time

If ever a time for take your time,
the lazy daze of summer is fine.

Experience-Spun

What I'm shown. Very much this.
The storytelling is for this purpose.
Repeat until you understand.

Morning

Glamazon Bang a Gong

All this to make my heart sing,
Mad Mercury Wilding the house,
Dreaded Dionysus reppin' the hood,
Denizens of Venus Light Fantastic.

Fox is on the run. Serpent slithers in.
I mean this truly. With all the clarity
I can muster and all of the love.

Cowardice

Fear causes a spiritual mutation in some when in their own shadow they perceive the demise of reason, of hard-won identity. The mask of Apollo is glowing but brittle. The vicissitudes that chaos sows in one's path cause cracks, first minute and then not so minute. The terror born of unpredictability is unavoidable for most. It can, and often does, engender a mental state of cowardice. Faced with this fear-taken-root there are two approaches. The first is to become a bully. To externalize one's fear onto the target of another by means of aggression, cruelty and violence. The second is to face one's fear in the mirror. To examine and interrogate it and ultimately to make peace with it as a feature of this existence.

Bibliomancy

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where--' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation. 'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.'

Carroll, Lewis (1997-05-01). Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (p. 42). Public Domain Books. Kindle Edition.

Dream

I Want Candy
Tainted Love
Heart of Glass
Welcome to the Jungle
Alice

Bibliomancy

PREFACE A few months before the lamented death of my husband--I might say even as the shadow of death was over him--he planned three series of short stories for publication, and the present volume is one of them.

Stoker, Bram (2003-11-01). Dracula's Guest . Public Domain Books. Kindle Edition.

Hag: Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! 'I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?'

Carroll, Lewis (1997-05-01). Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (p. 2). Public Domain Books. Kindle Edition.

Something Weird

The Something Weird is necessary for serious practitioner of sorcery. The Something Weird is a discipline that transforms ordinary experiences into creations by the engagement of art. As a species we have a spark ready always to be lit by the flame of beauty in some form.

Let the spirit in. It's an intentionally introduced glitch in the everyday which we seek to embrace in all decisions that injects chaos and Will, always renewing. In certain tribal rugs, the practice was to always weave in a "mistake" in a pattern. This was the crack through which the spirit flowed.

When introducing something weird into the stream, it is important to place no importance on the thing itself. This would only serve to distract from the observation of how it behaves on its own.

The Mind Melt Method is the introduction of The Something Weird into interpersonal interactions. The practitioner simply admits into regular social situations an element or elements of poetic, ephemeral nonsense.

Ways in which these things might be put into practice are infinite. 

Distangle

The most damaging things to carry
belief that it won't be difficult, that
the reasons are going to be apparent,
that people will behave sanely: these
Put Down.

Medusa

She's the tripartate star at the center of the story.
Girl, Monster or Witch, Goddess.

Recapitulation

Seeking Wisdom from Those About to Blow.
This is the omen. I'm devoting my will to the
recapitulation, of ejecting all draws of past.

Enchant Reconnoiter

If to you the story reads doom, then I am but its amanuensis,
Unable by the not telling to change the directions of your
decisions, I choose instead to tell the story to the wind, to
explain it to the sea, to proclaim it to the stones offering
finally to the stars a telling, perchance to color a snippet
of experience more wildly to bloom ectospheric -- enchant.

What You Wait For

Still summer day. We consult the oracle.

Rejoice Ecstatic

I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.