Deranged
a poem and a PSA
To themselves, unnamed Con/Jur/d, 7/11/2024 It’s like this we want to feel the frisson the electric, unsure leaning in, we didn’t mean it doesn’t change you, the change is additive, expansive rather than, subtractive, reducing the way we spoke about sex or drugs, was confusing to secondhand believers like when you point out JESUS WASN’T A CHRISTIAN , or SIDDHARTHA WASN’T A BUDDHIST just a sign dragged flying from a biplane in the Midwest, unseen above field after field of corn, although the long dragon tail seems to confuse FLOCKS OF BIRDS who, to themselves, are unnamed unclassified, which is what those teachers taught, a pedagogy of vastness, of stars, super novas black holes and the firmament through which, like us they gravitate it’s hard to live so BIG so, we make it smaller more cont- ain- ed.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 7/11/2024
A truly different drum JLIN
Over the last couple of years on Mary's gentle insistence I've been listening closer.
Starting to pick up on emotional nuances which has been a real thrill.
The Avian Tribes might indeed have names/identity/dialects much like us & Orca's and Whales.
Do we listen to what we call birdsong, and not hear tales of the day, the emoting of love, the possible mythologies being shared? That is not on them, but on us, who have walked away from the greater community that surrounds.