We Are Not Yet Conquered

Dragging Canoe Quote We Are Not Yet Conquered

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Solstice (my feelings in exactness)

Rise each day, for the sun is in you; sleep each night, for you are its dream.

When things are looking wrong, start looking Ra.

Worship the sun—worship that which worships you.

Don’t be a Goddamn animal, be a Goddamning one.

Solstice is the longest day of our year—it should be no surprise that it can sometimes emerge as the longest day of y-our life.

The omnipresent doesn’t need to be written about in a book or feared to be forgotten.

Most things are waiting for you to happen. There is only yourself in the way from being a prime mover.

What gives you fire will never burn you. Unless you get selfish.

There is no deeper a shadow than the one you cast upon yourself.

Ceilings and walls are a sin against the sun. Not wise to estrange a most steadfast friend. One that moves through the sky to keep our shadows off-balance.

Whatever shadows hide before and within all of us, every single one of us is a descendant of lovers.

The sun is giving the Earth 10 billion years; let’s not waste a single moment more!

Down here at the edge of the tropics, I can joyously make rhymes with Feyerabend and declare: a farewell to season!

Esoterical continental philosophers, you spelled it wrong—it’s called lterity.

Peace when faced with death, anger when faced with dying. This is a time for anger.

Previous Aphorism Posts:

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)
Lternate Lphabet Lliteration Lterity
L is for Lamenting
Z is for Zeroing
G is for Gathering
E is for Escalating
W is for Willing
W is for Willing (ov)
V is for Vanquishing
J is for Jousting
M is for Masquerading
Q is for Quelling
R is for Resisting
R is for Recurring
F is For
F is for Facing
F is Forcing (ov)
N is for Nothing
N is for No things
N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ
Y is for Yearning
Y is for Youthanizing
An Asymmetry
A is Against
T is for Titrating
B is for Breathing
H is for Harking
X is for Xotic
D is for Deepending
U is for Upending
P is for Propagating
K is for Not Knowing
O is for Overlooking

O is for Overlooking

A casket is the signature in gaudy cursive of a selfish life.

Civilization is the long slow war of attrition against ourselves.

A preoccupation with the future is always too early.

If you eat meat you kill an animal, if you eat pasta you kill yourself. Live in the tropics and be a frugivore.

Europeans have never learned to survive in the Americas, they’ve just been dying a slow 550-year death bringing down every other species possible in their descent.

You would have to be sliced so thin to be spread across the infinite; be thankful you are the complex wedded to mortality.

If love does not come naturally, it is not natural.

The oppressors speak lies to protect all they have stolen, the oppressed speak the truth because it’s all they have left.

We can’t use cannot.

Love is the only justice that prevents crimes from ever happening.

A spirituality and religion of this reality is so powerful that it doesn’t need to be translated into a book.

Delusions of grandeur make one stand out, but delusions of minimisation keep the rest of us sitting down. Herein sits our deepest problem.

There doesn’t need to be a puppeteer for capitalism to make a puppet out of you.

If this war is far from over, then humans are not far from over.

If you let the government lead the way you won’t like the destination.

It doesn’t have to be a sinking ship—there are plenty of floating graveyards that nobody realized they should have left until the waves of karma had drowned them.

As I spiral in to existence, presented as I am becoming, death no nearer than the ends of the Universe. Past and future be damned and alienated to keep to themselves, for I am now here to hold and let go the gift of my life.

Maybe the carrot stick sweetens as you chase after it, but you begin to rot along with the countless other things you unwittingly trample as you accelerate your hunger.

I’m here to live and die, I’m not here for the elongated dying part. Civilization can keep that to itself.

Resist the temptation to articulate the brilliance of hell, for the shards you usher in to existence in so doing cut away your essence.

We don’t call the most inimical, insidious, long standing forces that govern every little thing about us, right down to the words we think and clutter our thoughts as language, government—we call them tradition. Traditions are the power we let the dead have over us, because we are too unaware to shake off the skeleton. The dead governing the living sounds like a horror movie, and yet this one that is our reality we can too turn off. Many focus on what living humans do to govern us, to the great loss of insight and imagination of the true liberation from governance of tradition. We mistake the skeletons grip for comfort and reassurance.

Grow up and build some deep roots in the places that are friendly, for that is what roots do.

Making it up as you go along… is called being human. Plan ahead… is called psychotic, or worse yet, extinction.

A leader has and only needs herself as a follower, whereas a dictator

Are you karma? Cuz you are a bitch.

Life—keep it complex. (and don’t simplify it with complications)

Your existence will never be articulated. Your suffering will never be understood by others in a recognizable manner produced by civilization. There are way too many victims standing in line to have their suffering spoken to, but of course the waiting is only adding to their cumulative victimage, this time by themselves. The real solution is not to be preoccupied with being heard and with the recognition of others that you barely know—success in this regard is limited and blinds the world to other injustices. The real revenge is to not seek any but to be free of the past and not honor the grave weaknesses of our many ancestors that sought to be ensconced in our present world through deadly and enervating traditions. Seeking to be a known victim is overlooking your self-victimization.

Previous Aphorism Posts:

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)
Lternate Lphabet Lliteration
L is for Lamenting
Z is for Zeroing
G is for Gathering
E is for Escalating
W is for Willing
W is for Willing (ov)
V is for Vanquishing
J is for Jousting
M is for Masquerading
Q is for Quelling
R is for Resisting
R is for Recurring
F is For
F is for Facing
F is Forcing (ov)
N is for Nothing
N is for No things
N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ
Y is for Yearning
Y is for Youthanizing
An Asymmetry
A is Against
T is for Titrating
B is for Breathing
H is for Harking
X is for Xotic
D is for Deepending
U is for Upending
P is for Propagating
K is for Not Knowing

Choosing Racism

Your grandparents were racists
Your parents were racists
You inherited their blood
You do not have to inherit their ideas

-Lternate Version-
Your great-grandparents gave them a hard time
Your grandparents gave them a hard time
Your parents gave them a hard time
You do not have to give them a hard time

Tierra Sin Steward

land the once sacred is now land the scarred
in too much light veiled is hidden the starred
pollution of light, the night, above and below
what room is left for the seeds that we sow?

the concretely and chemically clean wiped veneer
along which harsh vibrations induce dread and drear
whichever direction, the wheel will mis-steer
dying land mowed down, that much is now clear

we must trust a blind human to see the way
our split-able attention proves vision a delay
forgetting unseen beauty, for the suburban scene
all the pesticides, envy no longer is truly green

we know water is life but enough aren’t thirsty
corporations then can control it—only the worst see
water’s value unseated, and more biology deleted
this genocide of our own making nearly completed

Untitled Poem (excerpt from Zeroth Declaration Of The Concrete Jungle)

We are saying this again
We are saying this against
We are saying this for the first time
We are saying this for the zeroth time

Life is too short… in a concrete jungle
Roots are too short… in a destroyed soil
Straws are too long… in a misunderstood oil
Machines too strong… not reducing our toil
Mouths are drying… in conditioned air
Forests are drying… only deserts compare
Species are dying… extinction extraordinaire
Vigilance is dying… few stewards to care

Is life, Is Life, really, just to die?
Shouldn’t those still living, ought to try?
To this bring your despair, don’t merely sigh
Hell likes us numb, not when we cry

So cry, comrades, cry
Cry, comrades, cry
Because without tears
The drinking, the sweating
The bleeding, the urinating
Do not justify our privileged role in the water cycle
To roll along in this sacred circle of life

Water is life, let it flow
Land is life, let property go

**This begins 5 days of political poems this week**

K is for Not Knowing (my thoughts inexactly)

It is the full plate that keeps one insatiably hungry.

Machines don’t get turned on by humans, but machines get turned on by humans. Why continue to create and give form to that which is in its very embodiment anti-sexual and anti-vital?

Our energy can animate our machines or it can animate our bodies. The choice of energy is currently ours, but it may become the choice of machines.

Bullshit is fine—it’s machine shit that is going to kill us.

There are no perfect persons, only imperfect policies. People together perfect one another, and preclude the need for policies.

A series of false false flags does much service to obscure real false flags.

If you see the world as governed by their rules, then you have already lost.

If you eat winter food all year round, you’re going to look and feel like winter.

The choice is yours—you can change sides in this war against the world and choose to defend the Earth.

We have lost ourselves by such vast distances that no plain use of vision could lead us back to the lost world; we must blind ourselves and listen for the deep echoes from the past—echoes unmediated by artifice.

Whoever draws first blood will write the story with their own.

Some books are burned and people protest; protesters are burned and books forget them.

The media can only exist in a lost localism—a vacuum that is euphemistically referred to as globalization. You need not be a victim to media saturation because you can separate yourself from the separation, and unite with your immediacy.

If we do not wander, we will remain lost.

The route to lowering carbon is not going to be done through Western argumentation or policy, for that in itself is what got us to this very precarious situation that evades the narrow western lens that can only see “carbon”. Rather, what is needed to solve the beyond-carbon-problem is for traditional indigenous land relationships to be adopted—despite any skepticism that a stupifying western science might engineer—that will cycle carbon and other industrially misapprehended elements back in to reemerging ecosystems.

For every tower of knowledge, the shadows cast are far darker than any illumination. So vastly obscuring is knowledge that our eyes forget that they are blinded.

Leave it to words to give the lengthy signifier to immediate. Only logic would breed the peculiar notion that combining something with its reversal could equal its annihilation. I.e. Writing “immediate” is to write an oxymoron.

Publish mediately?

Previous Aphorism Posts:

My Thoughts Inexactly (Primero)
Lternate Lphabet Lliteration
L is for Lamenting
Z is for Zeroing
G is for Gathering
E is for Escalating
W is for Willing
W is for Willing (ov)
V is for Vanquishing
J is for Jousting
M is for Masquerading
Q is for Quelling
R is for Resisting
R is for Recurring
F is For
F is for Facing
F is Forcing (ov)
N is for Nothing
N is for No things
N Other Lphabet: A pequeño LteratioÑ
Y is for Yearning
Y is for Youthanizing
An Asymmetry
A is Against
T is for Titrating
B is for Breathing
H is for Harking
X is for Xotic
D is for Deepending
U is for Upending
P is for Propagating