120602 09:25
    Most often I seek seeing the good as a willow-of-the-wisp more a vagrant breeze or dragonfly upon my shoulder for hours across Narragansett Bay sailing cat's paws upon landfall dad calling out to a man nearby digging for clams toes embedded in the shoals beneath us; “What state is this?”
    She was Lisa,the vessel bearing us, resurrected a ruin from hurricane tossed aside ashore and very shallow of draft centerboard up she could sail downwind in six inches of water. Such are the mediums of dreams informing me of the why but not the how to write.
    Children I write for the child who was and returned to dance in joy before The All knowing we are essentially children lost in a thicket of lies conceits vanities vagaries sold for profit power and control by merchants selling the same thing with different labels “good, Better, BEST!
    Though he left me penniless alone often and finally I weep for the joy of knowing him at all his greatest and final bequest a soft shoe shuffle laughing in jest touching all comers blest with his healing joy in the moment healing embrace.

    Epochs ago long before time recorded I longed to make love with mother who despised being a woman in her turn made me despise being a man nascent of course then but neutered nonetheless through her many masks of joy rage suffering pleasure I watched her for those explosions of whichever came next chimerical as time-lapse movie reprise her moods mercury dropped from a great height splashed and writhing about in whatever
    Of course she gone long ago buried her using The Episcopal Prayer Book ritual form reading in turn each phrase beyond required a paean delaying interment forgiven now surprised my longing rehearsed over and again with others Women/Woman only but understanding celebrating the sacrament of union between all healing touch fusion.
    Of joy and suffering I am familiar indifference too abandoned never abandoning not really since as obvious I carry them all within the precincts of consciousness beloved impossible unions flesh and spirit willing able yet celibate since to dance with God must be danced alone save for winters dance naked in deserted moonlight we all dance circles for a time rapturously

--George Balanchine
“I am a choreographer. A choreographer is a poet. I do not create. God creates. I assemble, and I will steal from everywhere to do it.”

“God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.” --Saint Augustine of Hippo

120602 12:44
    Sorrow seldom visited with such depravity I bereft fall in despair generations to come educated if at all as slaves to profession/vocation in service of merchants and their maundering prostitute politicians whose greed exceeds their morality and ethic through addiction to power and prestige.
    The Devil is within me barely restrained and were I otherwise a 'nice guy' I'd simply ignore the issue having mine mate; I'M ALL RIGHT JACK, UP YOURS!
    The obscenity of these Internet censorship laws and attendant Thought Police beggar the 6 &/or 60 million slain by other dictatorships. At least theirs was a clean death not by attrition the possibility of self-education for the promised trillions to come long after the fun of those playing with us for their own gratification. The word congress has potential as innuendo in this context being both sacred and profane what difference the upper lower case? Rape is Rape all the same.

“Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.” --Madame de Staël

"Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again."
--Rainer Maria Rilke
We the people are scraped off the sole, like dog dodo, the shoes of those who profit from our poverty . . . be life, light, love and care deeply for all living things with forgiveness doing no harm  . . . there will be no written test, it is now; to the barriers!

120602 04:49
    god not God
    . . . or adapt, improvise, prevail--endure but not subsist
    Imagine yourself in a dark room blindfolded attempting to stand upon a floor covered with marbles. You are now living in The Untied State of America: 2012.
    Your senses inform there is an enormous presence with you essentially benign--at least not growling, snuffling, sniffing your throat.
    Allegorically I am with you, we’re both naked as is this unknowable, for now, presence. Our mission is to make a risk assessment with our bare hands/selves. In order to do so we must not only traverse the floor, and the marbles, but eat our fear of being eaten; or otherwise disappeared.
    The beast is CHANGE!
    We have a potential adversary with a name yet remaining essentially unknown; like being born or dying without choice in either event.
    There is no way out.
    We must engage the friend/foe/fiend or lay useless sucking our thumbs attempting to bury ourselves through the marbles into the floor and hide in the ground beneath the basement below.
    Metaphorically the infant Adam & Eve were followed by Jesus as adolescent. It is now incumbent of us to stand to election the new paradigm mature prophets like God but not God . . . no body does God like God.
    All life dies except God whom, for convenience, we’ll just call Good. We must do what we want to do--but cannot escape the room--the ‘beast’ or death.
    Do we just lay down and quit hopefully dying in the near moment or persist moving into the opportunity?
    We grope together attempting to come to terms with what is possible or impossible--what gives life or destroys it. . . . Not just US &/or THEM, but all life forever.