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9/10/2023 You and a Poem walk into a...

Con/Jur/d
Sep 10, 2023
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Yes, the answer was 42 as Adams pointed out — Although the question remains ill-defined — this seems to complicate matters further
When we started gate(less) it was in the midst of the great Hedge Bindweed Skirmish 0f 2020 — Some other noteworthy events were happening at the time — The back and forth between us and the parasitic -hallucinogenic plant spirit was all-consuming
Later — after conceding the territory to Hedgebind — we acquired our boat No Worries and this became our focus — not exactly the kind of journalism Substack has become famous for
And yet — journalism of a sort was part of our agenda — a specific — small — personal — journalism — one that would hopefully empower our cohort — to see their own lives as a miraculous poem

We’ve succeeded and failed in humanly statistical probability arcs — assuming ‘human’ is a mappable and reductive state — capable of calculation and not subject to the Daemons Dancing on the Pin Head Fallacy

Luckily — for us — poetry is not falsifiable — being useless — it escapes the true/false — good/evil — duality
Which calls for a poem:
The Discernments of Self
Con/Jur/d, 9/9/2023

We get 
your mind is currently
focused on the edges
of these letters, these sentences
evoking a spaciousness
a vastness, a sense
everything you hear
taste, touch, smell
is resting on the thinnest
surface, a bubble frozen before

POP

And we wanted to let you know
despite our best intentions
we are incapable of this
creation

It’s all you

Without your heart’s

BOOM BOOM

The sense of air moving across your skin?

Your nervous system, your particular fleshiness
impedes the flow of gasses, causing the sensation
of stirring and from this grows the Coriolis force produced
by mass spinning, extending to the elliptical
orbit around the central heat source 

Warming your face

And together with the local celestial bodies 
spiraling through time around an unknowable center 
whose measurable surface will never -
ever explain the depth

Yep, it’s you

Even the understanding
of what these words mean lies solely 
within you, a complex mirroring
a fractal history of your personal experience
allows a synthesis of sense and sensibility
without this, it wouldn’t exist
if not for the initial

WHOOSH

Bringing it all 
with you, language
began with your first

WAHH



What a heavy responsibility! 

Birthing this into being

Millennia in the making 
a history of living and dying 
plenty of sex, plenty of fighting
and plenty of joy and sorrow

A hard firmament to swallow, sure 

And even though you didn't ask for it 
it’s still your responsibility

This joyous miracle, 
this something 
where before 
nothing

Go ahead and claim it

No one else would

No one else could

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 9/10/2023

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No one else should even try. :)

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