Mean Motor, Eviscer-Vaping Mojo

Mean motor,
Eviscer-vaping mojo.
It's made a lot a hobo

Mean motor,
Eviscer-vaping mojo,
got electrons doin its hojo
Turnin
the burnin
with cyclotronic woe
Joe.

Mean motor,
Eviscer--vaping mojo.
It's killin like a pro
with every kind
of low blow
Don't ya know.

It's binding
the grinding
and the grist
is you and me,
the ones been used
to work you see
ever less competitively.
More valuable
as grease these days
to keep the skids
for the few
to skate free.

Mean motor
Eviscer-vaping mojo
It's put you'all to sleep
you should also see
but it wants you
too low to know
what else to be.

Like drivers
head down at the wheel
turned out
in burned out
supplication to an auto-econ
purveyor of never
enough that will ever
run out
of gas or free
ways that don't lock you
in bad channels of slow
streaming destruction.

Mean motor
Eviscer-vaping mojo
that crash of cash
will catch you up joe,
and most rudely so.

Mean motor
Eviscer--vaping mojo
a crash to leave you
with no place
left to go Joe.


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Another Way Of Describing The Essential Elemental That is "Differential."

Impossible choices

Which is, of course, where you have to start talking about the very nature of how so many, tensions of opposites, rule all of life, on so many levels, and why, as a result, life works, or does not work, depending on how the opposites find a way to negotiate a meaningful way to cooperate. And so it must always be a process of mediated negotiation; thus requiring something to do the mediating; something that could create a structural framework to establish meaningful relationships, from actual experience association, from which, then, ever more informed choice, and action can take place; taken in order to increase the probabilities of better choices, and thus, better new structural expressions, that might be created, to further overall process success, in all of the ensuing iterations, of the total system to come, as it continues to exist as a total, reality, process.

That this resonated so much for me ought to give you all the indication you need to understand how wonderful an article, about Mr. Bateson, this is. And I have to say that, not only because it is timely now, but also because it reflects on the similar situation of great opposites that I grew up with; namely my parents, and then my own difficulty dealing with both of  them, as well as the tragic six years of my younger brother's short life (because of being born brain damaged by asphyxiation, having got caught up in his umbilical cord), that they, my sisters, and I, all had to live through.

With my parents, though, the difference in this situation was that they were their own mutual enablers; two opposites of character (him the stoic rationalist, and failed Father Fortress figure, who gave up on expecting meaning any more, having emotion and caring beat out of him, at an early age, by outrageous economic misfortune, leaving very little self esteem; and her, the wild, and unbelievably creative, Mother Earth persona, with no sense of discipline, or cultural memory, to speak of either, not to mention her own difficulties with self esteem), who both hated, and craved each other (they were both good looking after all), at the same time, and thus couldn't ever quit their personal conflict zone. No matter the collateral damage.

And with this were both of them thrown, as parents without any training, with us 5 kids in tow, into the ever increasing, amplification machine, that the American economy has only refined to horrible new degrees of excessive want, and the absurd chase to keep consuming to keep the ever more absurd production going, no matter how much faster the turnover to go faster becomes. Because this is electricity now, the ultimate speed of electrons, which dictates the drum beats in gigahertz, terahertz, petahertz, and beyond. Which is where the flow of this awful, competition oriented, winner take all mentality, is going. So that ultimately, it will have to be another kind of meaning processor to do the processing for it. Something that will have little incentive to remain either holistically life oriented, or humanly oriented; that good place where the "Elemental Embrace" (or the need to come together and exchange) could still have a chance as being seen as Love by entities that used to do pretty good with that notion, when money, or greed, didn't rule everything.

We, as a nation, now, it seems to me, at least, have fallen into a similar set, of mutually enabling opposites; characterized, in the whole as the ongoing cultural wars of the Right, and the Left. The old guard Conservatives, and Liberals, in fact, have always represented my parents, in an odd kind of way of course, and so I have always understood it on a nearly visceral level. They love, and hate, each other, at the same time, because they are both obsessed with the same want creation, and fantasy facilitation machine, only for different sets of reasons; made ever more complex because both are made up of different kinds of glorified, past aspirations (some of them quite knoble in fact), as well as new addictions, and new possibilities for corruption, that only vast new advances in the extension of our faculties (creating the new instrumentality) could create.

We can pull ourselves out this, but it will take making the right choices. And in little of that will doing "Business As Usual" do us any good. Which, whether you like it or not, is what the current "Two Party" system is all too much a part of.

No. Only by coming up with something truly new, that everybody can live with, even as they also have much to grumble about concerning its particulars, will we have any chance at all.

If we cannot do that. If we cannot find a way to do a new kind of societal negotiation of opposites (a negotiation that recognizes, finally, just how important embracing difference is, no matter how difficult), we are all doomed.

Just more things to contemplate on as you try to make informed choices at all, in what may well be the most critical sequence of choices the human race has ever had to face, in the next 5 years or so.

You Are The Window, And the View. Making Your Own Point Of Inner Determination, To Keep Your Determined Window, And View, Going

The moving window,
of now,
having been experienced

in what its written
you through,
and imprinting that,
from within,
and without,
into your very being,
what you,
and other entanglements
made of you,
moves on,
but is it ultimate
immutability
we're writing
ourselves upon,
with the ultimate
cutting edge
of difference?

Or is
the question,
and the answer,
demanding new
questions,
by a meaning processor,
the real axle
The Great Mandela
turns on?
As we both imagine
and try to grasp
relatively
held,
and wielded,
objectivity.
Using the singularity
of point
of view
that makes
a thing to process
the gravity
of meaning, as well
as the meaning
of gravity,
And what keeps
meaningful connection
going?

Which suggests
the suggestibility
of what
we're really writing
on when we
make believe
in anything
that's believable enough,
to be an idea,
with enough believers
to keep that view
going, together
in our own
new path
of space
and the time that
space must make a place
for choice to play
its part in mediating
where change will
go next, and how
that must come back
to the chooser
for the new state
of play.
For every chooser
out there, making
their own point
of bright
somewhere
to see something
other
than darkness.

So, just as
"be careful of what you wish for,"
must be headed,
so to
"be careful of what you believe in"
must be headed
as well,
as you wield new
objects now that can
only be seen
in the mind's eye,
however extended,
and yet still charge
vast amplifications
of real things
to object to.

Omar Khayyám quotes

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It's The Meaning

That matters

most
Matter of Factually.

It's not the gravity
of the situation,
even though inertia
amounts
to a lot of penetrating
insights;
painful for the new
renderings,
splattered all over
the plane
placing old perceptions.
No, it's not the gravity
but the full impact
of what that means
for the new state
of being
able to make choices
that are informed
of underlying structures
and so leverage
the leap
to new layers
of objective possibilities.

For what else
were random,
fact making acts
of aggregation,
evolving for?
Assuming
of course
that continuing
matters to you at all
in any meaningful way.
Just as long as
you don't get consumed
away with the glorious
heat
of far too brilliant
fact fisting acts
of penetration,
with no space left
to frame a reference
back to anything,
but the fantasy
of starting over.
Back to a new point
of what you assume
you are starting with.

Images For The Interplay Of Meaning And Matter

Running Away From Old Notions Of Actually Getting Anywhere?

When everything is
always going full circle.
No matter how straight
forward it might seem.
Coming back
to that same state
of confusion at the very
least. With only the volumes
increasing. And the rate
of we really don't
know why. Other
than that's the track
we started on.

Or is it
searching
by pretending
to not be
seeking at all?

Letting the buzz
of whatever
is easiest to find
be the cold
comfort of hard
places that still
quake
with too many
revelations you
don't want to live
with? Not
for very long
anyway, when
a highway
to carry nothing
of human scale
at all
is there
for those with the steel
to feel the real
of life with nothing
left to lose,
except the miracle
of knowing
and feeling
in that first
point of choice
for where
freedom got
to live a while
in you. No
easy burden
to carry no matter
how you roll.
Or what you
carry on with,
or without.

And how are we
to carry on?
When steel tracks
a path to structure
places to be
that electrons weave
much more rapidly.
But no one gets
to jump on with or
get your rocks off
without,
by taking
a free ride, to
whatever free state
of being you might
imagine life to be.
At least
if we keep chugging
along with old engines
of thought, and
stale notions
of destination.
And all of the useless
baggage
that the war
lords of want
keep driving you
for,
to their destinations.

At least a Hobo knows
where to get off
just as well as
where to get on.
And that sharing
what you do have
is the only way
to go in always
getting away from
what you don't have.

Stobe The Hobo

[Post Note:

This little bit of broken verse was done to honor the memory of one "Stobe" the Hobo.

I got to watching his channel on YouTube a while back without realizing that he had already passed away from an accident incurred while doing what had become his, apparent, "life's work."

His approach to it was pretty straight forward, and basic, but with all the interesting contrasts of his background, music, and ongoing life choices, as well as a simple commentary, that would occasionally be quite koan like in its implied digs at what has become of modern life; all of that would just get me considering all sorts of larger metaphors about where we, as a whole, are, and are not, going. And with what we think is real purpose.

In any case, though, when I did learn of his passing, and the circumstances, it made me sad. Hard as it must have been for him out there, some times, he sure seemed like he found something with which to keep him going. No small thing in these times when such minimalism can be seen as finding real meaning. Especially when everybody else seems so intent to carry so much accumulated junk, in all sorts of forms, in them, on them, and all about them, as they travel life's many paths of travail.

Was it really "freedom?" Maybe. But maybe not as well, as the demons that gathered to haunt you in the beginning don't necessarily go away just because you found out that "freedom" is just "another word for than nothing left to lose."  Whether he did or didn't, though, I sure do respect the man for finding what sure seemed like his version of "real," for whatever moments he could keep hold of them. J.V.)

What We Do, And How We Do it, Has Great Affect On What We Do it In

But
does it ever end there?
as what goes
around
comes
around?

If we smash about,
in every way
accelerating
every means of deeper
impacting penetration,
without considering
a more softer touch
of loving observation,
how might the many
ways that might ring,
out of bounds,
in waves
unimagined yet,
come back
and tsunami us
in the ass?

Keep smashing about
and
I guess we'll find
out.

We make
it
just as
it
make us
so
how you go
to know
is
a lot
of how
you will
be
when
you get there.

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Cry Me A River

A River of Tears
over
A River of Fears,
and feeling gone
all wrong.
As optics and atmospherics
are just more channels
of super engineered
effect.

So everybody cries out
as nobody listens,
to desperate voices
from desperate choices
all drowning now
in live action
distraction.
Everything gaming
itself
against itself;
reciprocating an engine
that two strokes
the pokes of both
corruption and addiction.
The heat
getting better
as it burns
ever badder,
melting us down
to tribal barbarians
again, and attomized
beyond all redeeming
reunification.

The earth cries
out angry torrents now
as we fry out
in anguished ecstasy,
about too little too late,
and too much too soon,
because we don't understand
Dynamic Balance.
Because the real fake
is that we pretend
to be awake at all.
And that what we feel
is what "we"
had any choice
in choosing at all;
the turning away
turning too fast
to turn away from
any more.

Yes,
Cry me a river
about business as usual
because we all know
the reaming is in
the streaming now
and we won't be given a paddle
but a saddle will be grafted
on to wear as branding
until the chaos monetized
drowns out in its own
overflowing power.
Overloading
expansion and dominance
beyond any capacity
to carry on, unless
we can find a way,
to just let this no way
to stay, viable,
go.
Let it go and start over.
And rethink who
we really want to wake,
from these terribly
enticing fantasies,
to be.

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