the love object and the distance between where electricity and meaning are lost
“It is not the object of love that matters but the emotion itself.”
— Gore Vidal
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we are both not in touch with the forces of our animation—that’s God; we worship, wonder, pray, pushed to the precipice, scratching at the gaunt fruit of passion
i am not trying hard to figure things out anymore; justice cannot be figured out—the world will not be saved politically but personally, when people do kindnesses for kindness’s sake, to help make life less difficult and more bearable and pleasant; human suffering was inevitable—it could be turned around. i’m a tired dreamer; i’m a million things i could say that will dissipate an hour later; we are not constant creatures, even if we do show up on time—we did today, but might not tomorrow. no one knows what will happen, things fall apart, owners don’t want the risk of firing someone; recruiting, hiring, — there is nowhere to go from the poison of capitalism
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you is the place; i am that — so are you; we can change the world by speaking what we really are; eventually the tin/aluminum foil dolls of rectory abandon their limits (i mean to say the lies dissolve, the goals are iridescent, scorpionic, mirages, an oasis image always moving beyond reach on foot
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an expression of our whole being: maybe if we committed to that, things would get better; we must be prepared for things to not get better, to not be given money or food or housing or water: it’s all a gift when you expect nothing. maybe life and time beat that out of everybody who makes it to this planet and survives it; funny how we come from The Big Bang and our parents
no one will forgive us for the 200 weeks since COVID started; it won’t ever end; it’s wrapped up with immigration and “climate change” which is reversible, and inaction and delay will just make the waiting more comedic, spotlighting precisely who is the holdup: a closed fist afraid of opening // even if all this is true (and there are better online addicts to articulate exactly what The Problem is, but Insiders don’t listen to Outsiders; the hard work is making a difference with words, going into the corporate cultures where levers can be pulled and thrown, ingratiating yourself; yes, we need operatives at Chevron, poets who go in looking like management consultants; the modern young man must be selfish, competent, an elite douche and a street-beloved revolutionary, but those people get killed for the sake of Boomer comfort and familiarity, so this week looks like the ignorant 90s. but i don’t care about this truth enough to go and Do Something About It, because then i’d be another self-involved Instagram name and picture, another inconsequence, another drop in the ocean,
neutrality is the position the aged take, just letting it happen; letting the young try to grab the controls of the boat, good luck fighting our selfishness and conservatism, our lack of faith
