perpetual jam!!!!!!!!!

[sasha]

they say god made us
in his image...
I say
doesn't say much about god, does it?

every sunday
mom & dad would drag
me, karen, & brian to church
Catholic Mass
ancient traditions
whose meaning even time
had forgotten...

then I heard the music:
differential equations
planetary motion
wave functions
manifestations of an alien god
neither malevolent nor benign
caring nor spiteful...
just...
a grand clockmaker....

these mathematical runes
alerted me to its presence
but now I see it eveywhere...
in the winter moon
peeking up over the eastern horizon...
in the spider resting in its web
backlit against the morning sun...
in the comings and goings of habitats
over time...
and how such complexity can arise
from the simplest of rules

no golden palace
or grand ballroom
or towering effigies
erected by self-important little primates
can rival the wonders of the mundane
or match its luminous simplicity...
it transcends all language but that
of vectors, tensors, and Lie algebras...
and they can't make me weep
with joy

 

[winddance]

lie under a tree
sunlight filters in
rustles high above
cones dropped by a busy squirrel
finding the meals to sustain
miracles great and small
the important things
tiny movements
the bugs at work and play
simple things
redwing songs and anthills
time on a small pause
hold on to it

[sasha]

or walk alongside a river
eyes ears & nose taking it in
all channels open
see
the little green things lining the trail
nameless, but familiar,
like the strangers you see every day on the bus
dragonflies patrolling the shallows
hovering among the reeds
listen
to the water tumbling over rocks
to the birds warning their neighbors
that you are nearby
smell
the mud
the Canada mayflowers
the midsummer Christmas of balsam fir...
take it all in...
it's free
and worth so much more

[saw]

exqusite entry above roy

changing directions,

the reason I like books
is there is no noise in them,
the tone isn't apparent and no one
will need to turn up the volume

more people have seen the Mona Lisa
than ever listened to the Rolling Stones,
and only 3 people can see it at one time
The Duke Ellington Band was the vision
of one man, rhythm and blues, rockabilly

one man crying in the wilderness
it's a lost form of art not to conform

where are the Patsy Clines, the Plato's
the Socrates' the Whitman's the Emersons

Tik Tok, Spotify, You Tube
all about spectacle
matter of fact the loss of literacy
has been the triumph of spectacle

I know
I'm full of shit
just typing away
with nothin' to say
but at least I'm trying

[sasha]

man, you got it wrong -
it's not full of shit
to rock the jam -
you gotta put your brain in neutral
and let your fingers sing -
they know
they know what it's about...
you mentioned the Duke
he didn't hafta tell Johnny Hodges
or Paul Gonsalves what to play -
they just did it
if the score said key of G
and an F-sharp minor worked
play it
so type away
with nothin' to say
bsayin' it all the same...
no shit, not shit
just sweet & gooey
jam

[saw]

there may be a man somewhere
that is closer to the truth
he may be sitting cross-legged
on the side of a Nepalese mountain
staring at the sun, or he may be running
barefoot through the Amazonian rainforest
in an animal skin loin cloth,
or he may be typing shit in the perpetual jam

he may claim to converse with blackbirds
or he may lie with holy men behind stone walls
can verity come to us if we chant the right words
perhaps that is the real power of the jam,
is truth spiritual or corporeal, or a bit of both
does this man drink gunpowder tea or fermented agave juice
or does he chew on the button-like tops of spineless cacti

maybe he just posts in the perpetual jam initiated
by the one and only wireman of the stars, is he
a fellow at a university, does he claim to possess
the divine right of kings or reference the Divine Comedy
can we reign in our predjudice, how about our superstitions
the truth cant be in the oval office with men without clothes

there may be a man somewhere
that is closer to the truth.....

maybe we are all just journeymen looking
for something that will never be known to us
perhaps the best roadmap for your hip pocket
is the doctrines of the Greek Skeptics

maybe there is a man somewhere
that is closer to the truth, but

maybe it lies somewhere in the perpetual jam
maybe we should eshew doom-scrolling
and instead scroll back thru every page in this jam
or we could simply keep it up, keep writing what pops into our head
and be satisified with our contribution
there may be a man somewhere that is closer to the truth
but it ain't me, I'm just a seeker and occasional writer
if any aliens read this, please send me an email or a text
don't phone me, I'm hard of hearing