Sunday Sundries
A review of the passage of time, 8/18/2024
NOTE TO SELVES: 42 years after first taking LSD and since the Violent Femmes released their first album Con/Jur/d, 8/18/2024 as unexpected as it was the familiar returning it still is a fancy wristwatch, three of us huddled in a field, not going anywhere, while in motion astride epochs, the withdrawing of ice created these Finger Lakes tickles a big toe, upon a foot widdershins, grass beneath heal stuck on the axis, crickets spin away, contribute monochrome, those long, spurred musical legs while, the other foot also on an elliptic Orbits feels the Anthropocene loss, the out of sight OUT OF OUR MINDS trickle, of what had been frozen, millennial even and how those future, warm, not cold children, hot, adapt unknowable, we repeat yet, certain, butcheries and abuse binds familiarity, allows proof of theories, self-satisfied resurrecting original guilt WHEN WE BECAME confused ancestral trauma, a modern substitute for family, even whole nation states branches of knowing, now unnamed return to this spinning around a galactic core, doesn't know, doesn't care what our names are, why they'll be forgotten, it happened before our cohort of other universes, even if there's less of them after we’ve moved on, (one of the three has, was responsible for Introducing us the Grolsch and Godel, Escher, Bach) or like Herr Frankenstein, our scions who don't inherit The Hunt, just the violence without reference REFERENCE! we, collectively demand how - long - this - time? surely we've aged in patterns grown new rings, learned to live with uncertainty insurance and assurance free we've been to the skinny tip of time’s elongation, we're no longer subject to ONE MINUTE collectively we mutter no,no,no LATER when this kind of categorical language has meaning AGAIN the mechanical clock tick now decries an industrial boredom, hiding the GALACTIC spaceship ride from enforced plebe perception one of the other limbs tentacles camouflaged as individuation, as stick figure or as lumpen clays, ignorance once again (for your own safety) enshrined and relabeled as virtues EMBODIED asks, what did we learn? SOMETHING, SOMETHING TIME which seems rather disappointing years later we remember, disappointment is another category of delusion we use to hide our UNCATEGORIZABLE WE
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 8/18/2024
luvvin that!