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Ossified Epoch

Steven Pinker gives talks, graces panels, and writes popular intellctual tomes peppered with statistical graphs devoted to arguing how the Age of Reason, despite illusory appearances, is right on track ushering us forwards to the least dangerous, most progressive, and objectively flourishing period in human history. What a clueless prick.

Isn’t it because you lack a specific capacity
That you perforce label alternatives ‘spooky’ or ‘magical’?

Take a look about you — modernity & post-modernity
Does it not seem their undies are showing, and soiled?

And doesn’t your diagnosis of myself as ‘wishful’
boil down to the world’s successful stifling of your perception?

And mustn’t the thawing you deeply crave, unawares
be solely dependent on something in you, not external?

Crystals are nearly as gorgeous as you are, my sweet
But their spirits are frozen and not in their hands

_______RS

Image: Stillshot from a horrifyingly funny yet dead-on incisive performance art installation in Berlin earlier this month.

Notes: Concerning my Pinker-derision above, one needn’t necessarily pick on him. The contemporary Intel-elite is literally teeming with geniuses of all all types who are unable to see the fallacy of their own deepest held prior commitments. If you watch the mentioned video debate, it will become evident that Sadhguru has one eye, at least, while Pinker is blind, if you can stay with the full two hours and watch objectively. I’d not heard of Sadhguru before, but he’s on the right track by my lights.

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Existentially Deluded

Not a bad idea to reconsider what ‘Reality’ signifies, after a century or more of bonafide Krapola…

_______RS

Notes: A tanka in 5-7-5-7-7. When I felt the inner stirrings to commit to a renaissance of my writing, maybe a dozen years ago, I glanced around and noticed that Charles Bukowsky was receiving considerable acclaim en ce moment. So I figured I should do some selective reading of his stuff. Yuk! It’s not that his observational talents weren’t praiseworthy; it was a matter of what obsessed his attentions. And in the end sculpted his being. The strange thing was what qualified for the laudatory label “realism” then — as now, even moreso. What you see: you become. I knew I would be nothing like this… a kind of anti-Bukowski. One could argue, I suppose, that directly staring into the grunge without sunglasses is a necessary ‘Swedish Bitters’ for the social indigestion that is widespread. But if so, you then need to be able swivel your glance away, else you fall into the Medusa condition. Word!

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Drive

mission sustains us
even just imagined ones
purpose within trumps without

_______RS

Notes: I twisted this ‘haiku’ in that it goes 5-7-7 rather than 5-7-5, just because I liked the rhythm of it better. The image is from a distinctly B-movie called “The Girl On The Train” from 2014. But those are the coolest, right? Those films with nothing to lose… And in fact, the inspiration was triggered while watching the early few moments. I really liked the contrast between the Nazi concentration camp survivor’s monologue in the protagonist’s documentary footage and the train girl thinking out her window, luring the protagonist into her own ‘documentary’ script.

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Conspiracy Theory?

Where did IT (Information Technology) come from? And what is it’s underlying premise? The factually inclined rush to their Wikipedias and mime out the history. But suppose you wished to distract two or three generations of logically oriented analytically talented folk away from reality? Could you do any better than to ‘invent’ IT and foist it upon humanity?

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A Dream (2026/04/26)

True account to the best of my recall. (Because the memory function rapidly deteriorates immediately upon crossing the membrane from sleeping to waking — the sudden influx of sensory inputs taxes one’s will in an overpowering way.) Note: look here to see other dream narrations within this series.

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