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

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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

P is for Propagating (my thoughts inexactly)

You needn’t apologize for being different, you only need apologize for being the same.

Justice is not to be found on a 12,000 year dusty walk of the pen, but by one dropping the pen and standing up. We cannot write our way, nor right our way to justice; laws themselves are in our way to justice. All we need is to quiet our words and access our empathetic imagination, standing right where we are.

I only write poetry in your absence; for in your presence there is poetry enough already.

I am too occupied fighting the delusions of others to focus on fighting my own.

We worry about our own future and the meddle in the present of others, when really we should worry about the future of others and focus on our own present. Society will remain backwards until this equation is flipped back.

You can destroy skin to discover muscles. You can destroy muscles to discover bone. You can destroy bone to discover death. But if you try to destroy death, you will destroy life in the process.

The toil of creating and maintaining walls is the putting of yourself under siege.

These will be the final days or the first days.

There is no more sleeping, humans will either wake up or be killed in their sleep.

The educated are the most severely distracted.

Invest your time and energy into structures, and you will find the structures to not be the only hollow thing.

I are alone. A riddle with a simple solution.

Fanon wrote with his own blood as well as with ink, something few other philosophers could say for themselves.

You don’t have to be out to prove the whole world wrong, the whole world is doing that itself.

Back in the day children had access to the best toys of all, each other. Now it is night, and we are alone.

Conquerors may take over entire continents, yet they will remain standing in the same hollowed out place in their bodies.

It’s the tragedy of who you brought to the commons. You didn’t bring humans, you brought the individualized.

Science—does it awaken us or weaken us?

Live and learn. Die and learn?

It’s when the dice stop rolling that you lose.

Have you played your roll? To do nothing is to gamble away something.

The problem with musical chairs is not when the chairs lack but when the music lacks.

It is the chair that topples us all.

In the daunting task to topple the state, you must make sure not to topple yourself.

The present is our greatest gift. Don’t overlook it or life will overlook you.

A leader does not teach others to kneel, but inspires them to rise.

Logic = Illogic

Law trials are not about justice, they are a sport between highly paid professionals who compete at the onlooker’s expense.

If the effort to make a fool of takes more than one person, there is more than one fool.

Those who do no wander will remain lost; stagnancy makes them more prone to frost; sedentary lifestyle has for all a cost; the entire Earth is to soon exhaust.

Their medicine filters in to your blood, and your blood filters out of you.

P is not for Publishing, nor Perishing. We fight on, and with more than our words!

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

reaching the ad absurdum: robot citizenship in saudi arabia?

http://fortune.com/2017/10/26/robot-citizen-sophia-saudi-arabia/

I put the title as a question, because even though Saudi Arabia says it is so that “Sophia is a citizen”, we need not recognize her as a citizen, nor recognize any legitimacy they have to grant (or keep away) citizenship, especially as they partake in an immoral war in Yemen. Just a musing here, but perhaps ruler MBS in granting citizenship to a robot (and anybody who wants this for a robotic creation) should give up his own citizenship and have to agree to enslave himself as a domesticated animal on a farm. If you want to dole out human rights you have to be willing to gift your own, not just create and inflate the rights away. This is an extremely dangerous precedent, on par with corporate personhood and it’s expansion through cases such as “Citizen’s United”.

What a fucking dystopia!!!! Please do not stand for this readers, this truly is horrific and an acceleration of the Sixth Mass Extinction event through diluting ourselves.

Related Writing

The Inflation of Rights

 

Fears of a (justly?) paranoid Human (November Edit-in)

Whether this was a female or a male robot, it is a huge issue. The female gender of the robot mixed in almost serves to confuse (misdirect) the real problem here, and get people mad at Saudi Arabia for the reasons they already were. They are a punching bag that we are narroweded to punch in only certain marginal regions. In the future, they will be allowed to correct one of the unfortunate policies and get a pass for the other. Be wary of another robot citizen emerging elsewhere, in an air of greater seriousness that it is a legitimate action for nation-states to undertake (as corporations and whisper in their ears).

So corporations already own most of the advanced robots, but if robots have rights they will start to have their robots for rent to other companies use to go and make noise and start fights in free speech zones that are trying to protest their product, for example. There will be phalanx’s of robots, and if you dare try to break through you will be the offender and tried in a court. Or they might just kill you there and the robot will go to prison. Justice mediated in to robots…

What about the rights of the land? The right to not be raped? The right not to be penetrated to get the various metals and other elements to compose these robots and other destructive and violent machinery? What about the rights of the organic material to continue to exist?

We are all dead without the land, the rights of the land should be highest, perhaps even higher than the rights of humans, and yet the land is at the bottom, ground zeroed.