I think Pawnsolo2's latest writing is inspired, coming directly from the source. I hope he won't mind that I played an danced amidst his text, drank it in and explored it's sentiment, and came out with what I can only compare to a musical remix - where I felt a different word, or an expansion of sense felt right, I inserted it, and where I wanted to add I felt free. I dared it with this gentleman because I understand his free philosophy - none of this is intended as an improvement, more like a collaboration, like a DJ does with an amazing song, tweaking it with his particular twist. So please, allow me this - and tell me that this was permitted, James, but let me say, it was an honor to play, and I find this piece powerful enough as that I wanted to imagine it my way.
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SILLY
Is it not, all, a little silly? This whole scheme of things;
how it all wraps together, sweetly coheres
in pasted, frozen moments - diorama affairs,
photocopied facsimiles preserves for posterity.
Who are we? - we, who sit and judge, aloof, aloft and adhered
in our absolutes, tethered in our over-long, prosaic, self-deluded, transcendent
(yet doomed, sweetly obsolete on account of our beautiful blind spots)
our ultimately (already) fossilized perspectives.
Is it our power over others? or our powerlessness amongst each other
that is the true defining line driven evolution?
World poverty contrasted against the aims of space exploration
creates the dilemma, and with our hearts upon this crisis
let our justice be transparent, keep us
from pushing and shoving and elbows! please, people:
they are sharpest on a crowded bus, these wicked edges that
drive our little tribes to
conjecture, lectures, constitution, situations, conceits and counterfeit loves.
Our world, reduced to a single waiting room, with standing room only -
maximum occupancy ,and white/black only bus seats
glass ceilings and members only.
Still, amidst this whole scheme of things, with this draped tragedy,
isn't it all still a little silly? And the immanent delightfulness of humanity too
swelling out from babies play and first loves plunge,
yes, wrongs are rife and mistakes are manifold, yes, we
bustling crowds of humans in tight spaces spike each other with our bones, but
don't we also share soft caresses, furtive glances, and do not our bodies blend?
So yes, silliness, tragedy, and ignorance to the power of infinity, yet
at the end of the day, still beating hearts and wet, wondering eyes,
climbing the peaks and valleys of experience, and however bleak
we craft our speech to properly convey some fallen, shadowy aspect
of this realm, beaming back at us at all times, through subtle gateways
we can barely guess at are the signs of Love in conquest, one more mind
looking around itself, drinking in the thick complexity and answering with
a resounding acceptance of the impossible wildness; silliness that abounds,
and saying - hey! I see it, and I show it right back. Here's my text.
Here's my magnificence manifest. Here's the way I call my friends to myself.
Here's how I demonstrate the way. Herein lies the dance.
Brace for impact, friends. It isn't pretty. Instead -
indelicate, raw, incalculably out of control. Even the best cannot anticipate
wicked turns, nor compensate for the distasteful actions of whatever absurd
power happens to find itself ascendant.
But let us laugh instead. For we share in the inevitable victory that cannot but
come to pass. You and I, poets all, warriors with our words, unite
in a shared battle cry. Hand in hand, non-violently we defy
the relentless nihilism that demands we give up and despair...
silly, maybe, but we are capable of sheer miracle.
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is it not all a little silly?
the whole scheme of things;
how it all wraps up together. comes
together in pasted frozen moments
diorama affairs photocopied for posterity
or reason.
Who are we who sit and judge
aloft and adhered in the absolute,
tethered
in
long meta-prosaic
not also then doomed obsolete.
is it our power over others or
our powerlessness amongst each other
that is the true defining
line driven evolution
of world poverty
coupled with space exploration that creates
the dilemma
and transparent justice
that keeps us from pushing and shoving and
elbows please people, they are sharpest on a
crowded bus;
that drives our little tribes to
con
lecture
con
stitution
con
job rules
like standing room only
maximum occupancy
and white/black only bus seats
glass ceilings and members only.