From Voodoo to Zen and back again
5/6/2025
how can we? (Carbon Blues)
Con/Jur/d, 5/6/2025
Once when we brought up the well known failures of capitalism, to an elder we respected, who had the hippie, new age consciousness technology bend we vibed on at the time, we expected her to respond with a knowing wink and nod and to continue driving us along to the neurotherapy clinic, she had just purchased from a mad doctor we had previously worked for ameliorating ADHD and ADD, through a multiplicity of untested and unscientific methodologies which threatened corporate cartels of scientists, so were consigned to the UNPROVEN hokum pile despite their history of WORKING, instead she pulled over onto the side of the California highway, future Silicon Valley billionaires whipping by on illegal weed and speed, and she lectured me on how her husband and her had never done anything to feel guilty; this guilt, these sins originate like god, from words, a way to deny the origin of our assemblage, and the this-this we’ll deconstruct back into; how can we talk about birds and trees while there are those committing genocide? How can we do art when the world is burning and the empire is crumbling? How can we not? We are guiltless. We are sinless. NAMELESS. We only have this, forgetting this, being allowed to forget, due to a sparsity of art, REMINDLESS we suffer - committing unforgivable acts to our extended selves - those who live by past revelations and occlude their lived experiences have a story about,
loaves and fishes
When we go, leaving
we will take this entire WORLD
all of this and this
the tree outside here
the bird that lands and STARES through
breeze laden window
YOU will take it too
make your own world, WHOLE entire
we share this once, now
what a MIRACLE
the ONE is ALWAYS MANY
I is you, is WE
CARBON, where we're from
return to CARBON
erase forms like loaf and fish
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 5/6/2025
Brilliant