Sunday, March 08, 2009

Curious Issues

What is it that makes one community stick and another slough? Is it commonality, or the lack thereof? Perhaps both. It's a curious thing - it's a die roll to see what will be carried with us and what will be left behind. There are places, like this one, to which I often return but from which I also often depart. Then there are places where I never leave, full of people with whom, it seems, I share no commonality beyond the basest of genetic similarities - similarities not so remote from those I share with the basest of my fellow primates. And yet, somehow, I end up failing to continue posting here, coming back only in the tragedies of my life, like an ungrateful child coming back to a mother only when tragedy has struck, and never at the moments of crowning success.

However, months ago I decided never to take it from behind for anyone from whom I didn't really enjoy taking it from behind, and anyway only if they ask permission first. Something about always being the one to give things up in order to keep peace (or keep friends, or families, or communities, or social networks, or even my job) became too much for me. Now, of course, I'm jobless and living with my parents, and self-respect certainly hasn't fluttered back by my way. And still, somebody finds something to take from me, and always in the form of a choice. Always there's that binary decision of what to surrender - myself, or my friends.

The last few months I've gotten in the habit of surrendering my friends. It's uncomfortable, really, bearing under these conditions. I suppose, I just need the opportunity to be uncharacteristically open. I'm posting this in fora I love but rarely attend, in an artistic blog in which this will be the first post where I directly and in plain English say what I mean, and perhaps in other places as I think of them. I suppose it's a sort of apology.

I'm sorry - I'll never be like any of you. Really, I'll never be anything like any of you, beyond gross genetic generalizations, and even then there are adequate genetic abnormalities that behaviorally, even cognitively, I've been described as thinking in ways utterly unlike those of any human being. Neuropsychologists, cognitivie scientists, even philosophers have all come to similar conclusions, each stated in slightly different terms.

That I will never be like any of you. Ever.

And so help me, but I'm glad of it. So there. I said it.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Negative Invective

I hate why.
It is entirely without you to hold.
If you can't encompass, abjure.
Nobody touched a tone or loved.
sent iance iment ence

I won't stand in golden lace and let myself hover over the only words you know how to hear.

you yesyesyes you

Friday, December 05, 2008

Furthermore

Belle was right.

I make a fast opportunity to seek the light. A new luminance is provided where the old one is found. Brace yourselves - we've gone backwards again. Ultimately, time will bridge the gap. Do not insert clarity where none exists.

She's over the hill that's over the rainbow now.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Coming Home While Mourning Glows

josephine, josephine
crouch little boy inside your room,
when oh when will he get out?
coming home while mourning glows.
life and lovely fell and died,
what is before you can you tell?

Monday, January 28, 2008

Survival of the Pithiest

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Monday, June 11, 2007

wingswingswingswings

Itaraxia

No Foundation

Spiders and Scorpions

Bloody feminine

Mammal/arachnid masculine selflessness

Never be

Saturday, November 25, 2006

A Half a Pound of Tuppany Rice, a Half a Pound of Treacle

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