the oblong pilgrim

There apparently is a universe.   At least we have long been assuming this—for we are likely somewhat in it or within it.   It seems to be everywhere.

Nothingness has no place; location itself has no meaning; movement, as a concept, is unclear–stillness even less.

And then there is gravity–but where is it?

Thus comes along the being-for-itself, the being-in-itself of Sartre—as a result very few trolleys exist now-a-days.

Hermit– an attempt to overcome the definition of  ‘human.’

Existence as a lowly intervention into a vast aether-sea of apparent nothingness.  Thus arrives the pathetic doings of the life-form– the tiniest coming of a gigantic absurdity.

Imagination as that wonderful opening unto unknown worlds?   Rather, imagination as that which is ultimately limited by the (Foucault) episteme.

There is no difference between life and non-life.

Beliefs of man surely kill more beings than his ignorance—though his ignorance is astounding and has led to endless varieties of  doughnuts.

Dust as a warning.  Dust as confusion resolved.  Dust as a prelude… to nothing.

a trinity of terror–in their wars of greed and domination–
the hideous international mass killers–bush-obama-cheney–
aiding the most extreme, reactionary latin american governments
here as they attempt to exterminate progressive social rebellions.

in the sixties–thought we could change the world–stop the wars–
save the planet–decades later–now learning–maybe can’t even
save one little girl–when does one grab a rifle and go up
in-the-green-mountains–learn from the flower:

DANDELION

joyful little glow
bright yellow fury
valiant spot-ling
on the meadow
deeply toothed
basal rosette
dangerous coming
as tyrants trample
for what sort
dent de lion
would choose playmates
within the grasslands
never trembling
spectacle under-foot
and yet resuming
spreading the flames
flower of wonderment
and subversive weed
were i so
O rebel in-the-green

frank parmer snider
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