the 1927

the avenue is blind aft and abstract
i envy my toes

woulden

the doors usually cheer me up
nail by nail their mystery
frightens me but with a familiar
hinge

of moles

eager to get foot to floor
the mud slots my toe by toe

dialogue from a lantern gnat

"sometimes, well actually more often than i like, glagnez will become preoccupied having tunnel vision for the synchron and lumenit of their various glowe.  it seems their preoccupation sends their minds cottonwadt loosing reason or spectrum for specific colour.  it also seems as though they believe or feel that there is only one type of gnite.  they send a failing on the continuum diversity.  we gnats are highly varied.  i cannot count the many relative types that exist.  yet, we tend to fuss over tone, hue, lumenit, and frequency of our wonderful midgnite."


[notes on the knot-species "lantern gnat"]
glagnez is pronounced "lawns" and is the name lantern gnats refer to themselves as.
gnite or "glowe" refers to the centric attribute of their bioluminescence.  it also speaks for the unique culture of glagnez as they see it; at times affectionately referred to as "midgnite."
lumenit refers to relative "voice" of emitted light or "brightness."
synchron refers to light pattern.

self observate

unremarkable in prismatic ranges.  auramatic fumes collecting for explosive insinuates into the apparency of existence.
proximity reveals the rhythm and perspective.

black and white coffee exception

in relative forms; lost in the neo logism; a modern-moment intellectual existente. torn between the seemingly opposing sides of reality - his own and the aggregate other. social pressures of conformity bombarded him at a time when he could not defend his own mind. aggravating, confusing; the nurture of his guardians and close influences as well as the nature he inherited guided him through those strange realities. eventually there came a parallel understanding of the once peripheral ghosts in his surround. he began to make sense of what he'd known, what was, what is, and what may yet be to come. his photographic ability with memory is not as keen as it seems the average is, but his intuition is saturate with the stains and crumbs of experience. his subtle witness is sensitive and he has come to know of his sensitivity. he wields it now where once it only floundered about randomly.

the pressures to belong and connect are not lost on him either as a benefit or detriment to himself or that of the collective other. at one time he searched for elements that defined or could define his being - his be-ing; to himself; to others. but ultimately, and after many failed attempts, he came to find that no one thing, idea, or presentation could define what he was or felt. the idea of individual representations (static icons of self-worth, identity, or validity) persistently felt ludicrous; not by design or choice, but by awareness, realization, and result.

in fact, somewhere in him, for who knows how long, he's known and appreciated the individual dynamic quality and importance... in existence. of all things, not just human. and so, while he has his objections and disagreements, he finds that there is ultimately no (benefit to) argument to have with anyone except in the emotional exchange and the working out of thought that is afforded by the process of arguing or debate (conversation). we each are unique. gathering experience unique to our path and process. even the identical twin, by existing as a separate entity from its counterpart will have a relatively likewise unique experience (even if they'd like to think otherwise). our opinions, beliefs, understanding, perceptions, and perspective are all unique to our individual dynamic. this is not to say that we should not argue, or persuade, or challenge, etc. these attributes or qualities are of our nature. and we each are steward to our own nature, our own dynamic. it is we who are charged with representing and sharing that dynamic with all else. and to do so, in part, requires our acceptance, embrace, and understanding of the possible other points of view.
whatever level of action we choose to act on we are still connected in existence, with each other, with our environment. whether workaday or layman, couch potato or deadbeat, celebrity or genius they all have connection, influence, and importance.

realist? anarchist? existentialist? artist? fatalist? pessimist? optimist?

the "ist" he consistently feels rhythm with is exist.

empirical me

i love distorted parallax and peripheral ignition of cone and rod; i see 3-d in 3-d because of my astigmatic situation.  the nighted sky, especially, engages my optics in anaglyphic duelism.  the "stray planet" is my favourite celestial product, like an orphean ophan rapt in underwrold blankets of asteric superlative.  the radiant notion of external medium is a suspension i am grateful to be immersed within; an infinite singularity.