Animal fats in the new fivers feels utterly rough as far as it goes. It would be much better if they didn’t have that in them. But is it a moment to remember that more or less everything manufactured under this current global capitalism is literally tainted with horrors and the deep suffering of living beings, humans and other animals, now, in the past, in the future? There’s no such thing as cruelty free living within this world as it stands. We can’t escape it by the decisions we make, but we can minimise it, and to me that seems vastly worthwhile. We may do so feeling every ache of it intimately. We can sometimes do so whilst being sanctimonious at others who haven’t made the same choices we have in an impossible circumstance, where there are no absolute winners while we live, here. Or we can do so lightly and with an open heart. We can take stands, whatever ones are right for us, that say that we’d rather live differently and will where we can and where seems right in our own process.
Such freeing comprehension of
< > space
of flow to joint energies our
Symbiosis gives strength to
is home, is spacious, is love
is empty awareness
is new found
all I can think about
and I know not clinging is the thing
or releasing these
being what we all want, right?
Still you are all so precious, vitally
in my heart right now.
Snowflakes dancing, everything a flash in the pan.
A shared space yearning, ill defined a….
wotcha? We’re wrapped, trapped in heavy furs. Did we grow
them? Journey through endless heavier depths of
snow, trudges and light footed ice shoes, falling flakes, heaving darkness, tundra dreaming, apocalypse ahora, desolate non-embodied
Although a flutter with well visioned holidays there is no sense that we entered this space blind to the shadow in us, in our embracing illusion.
I discover the tools and methods I have learnt and their ineffable, indescribable value. A fathoms-worth of leaps and bounds made towards nothing but
The shadow, so enormous.
You know how so, as big as the light, as…
It skitters and cuts at every vessel in you.
It tugs at your heart and spits acid in your stomach.
You know it.
The tactile and tacit pleasure
it seems is found
by those ones
in the stamping on, sidelining, eliminating
of the paths of “others”..
weaker others. Our complicity.
The rot at the heart of capitalism,
at the heart of these motions in nothing we
You’re no good, what’s the use?
We pull out corners, we seethe..
We, those who find ourselves here,
we watch and move and still
we breathe and watch
and watch and breathe
and aim to let it go, we
cover our heads in wing like blankets
and sing “kill the rich! kill the rich!”
We tentacle up our faces with our
hands, we hide in the shadows,
we take refuge in the everynothing,
we yearn and weep and howl,
and the individual stories,
are always so much bigger
or the same, the same
and billions of atoms,
billions of stars…
I want to say “Here we are kids,
this is it.” I want to say
“Chin up, it just happened”
But No, or maybe a bit
I see you, leaving, I see you,
growing, I retch, I spit. I hear
Party til you’re dead lads,
it’s only just begun.
But a puff of smoke,
A parody of itself.. I..
don’t know how to fight,
I don’t know how to play my part in the
bursting vessels, flowing vessels,
this pipes pipes pipes,
This outwards, inwards deep deep hum,
This arena of such unbridled joy
and such hot hot empty desire,
Violence. I don’t know
See how we get on with that.
I love you.
Broad sweep of singing, wild cloaks, wild weather, not safe
as in a constant watch out for the
time to leave, as in a constant watch out
for, a constant action against
those baddies, those vampires, not just any,
and how to get across in words
this broad sweep of our cloak, this scoop up into wings,
this skin shedding, meta-morph paracosm,
this illusion, this broad stroke reality.
Head wool on the outside, mutating beasts
learning our responsibility in our reality and
so often playing out our virtual neuroses again
and again, as you said. Or in
a movement to protect from
a thing we all sense
Every day. We are not always clear about it,
and we sense it in and from the very best things, and ourselves,
as well as in enormity in this fabric, every strand and every space of the game that we must play….
And in the patterns.
And we speed out our activities to be ones of collaboration and
Peace. Love. And we speed out our activities to expand, to fill the
very real, very imaginary
Whole Universe. In final suspension of time,
as in / out, you, your love. NOW.
All power and vulnerability, all lost children,
all dedications, sacrifices to….
all Gods into, all shades of
this heart. Forever, forever, in growing, surviving as long as,
until it’s final. This final, final, final, always changing Never