Post by artolmaeus on Oct 4, 2023 23:55:36 GMT -6
if the thing good, evil, right or wrong, in or out where or nowhere, then or now, now and later
takes its time into being heard for hearing's sake brings the venom of acceptance
where then comes the value in some level of praise that in its extrinsic times, leaves not more than noise
being that at first, the only satisfaction is intrinsic, and even that is petting the wrong emu
as when the tree brings forth fruit, the fruit has value, so as for eating
but only if then eating is the thing of value for which we measure
takes now nothing more than the work itself, for in all the things that make the recipe
no recipe is realized except for the work, but work it be a silent magistrate
leaning nowhere and going everywhere, as if it were a river, a rivulet, a rivet holding two together
as if body, mind and soul were only a duality and not some trinity, affinity, divinity
where needs there be words for action? what says results but results, they have no mouths
and for was much when we valued our ears, but, like Alfred Neuman, maybe it is all the "who me?"
will we take the question further and need it be explained, as if the quality of the wheel determines its roll?
of the 90/10 ratio of production and consumption, is not regard to shitting
but the world is full of shit and shit goes everywhere, if not for the manure makers
at least they have three bags full, yes sir, yes sir, and three bags more should they persist
all the things that thinking does not do, can be done with thoughtless hands, and motion
oh become the creation of creation, for no sake at all, for no praise and in this, it is life
not for the results, but for the motion itself,
no ocean asks for praise at high or low tide or rolling waves and thunderous roar
but, they happen, and in happenstance, beyond chance, in some relative way
we all orbit something central, and if we let it not be our sell-ves, then maybe, it may be something else
and even that, is not wonderful, it is not anything, it is no thing, no thing possibly in the day of spinning
and in no thingness, spinning does not make dizzy what is not there, but what is, can move
how then, if there is a display to be watched, a picture within a frame,
why not be the subject and the matter, for which, the world is starving for
because it has overpraised itself, in one and in all and in each other,
and yet, there is much spinning to do
