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    Quote Originally Posted by agentfurrina View Post
    never fear, my favorite fruit is pomegranate.

    what i most like to do? smear myself with reality and duality, of course. discover ways in which my thinking is wrong/limited/distorted and and allow that knowledge to do its work. at other times, piss off from those duties by rolling around in my own kind of wrongness, loving myself exactly as i am. or think i am.

    i most fear having squandered whatever gifts i've been given. i think we all have latent abilities, i am just keenly aware of mine. sometimes that awareness is a source of great pride and at others is about as relaxing as a night at the Overlook Hotel.

    you?


    p.s. the only kind of power i'm really interested in is self-mastery. pretty sure you got that, though.

    p.s. 2 a friend who works with the Miwok Indians invited me to stay for the weekend. her home overlooks an area named "Tuolemne". it is pronounced "to all o me" and means "land of the mountain lions".
    @agentfurrina

    Well, it seems you are in California with the Miwok Indians and I am in Canberra among the politicans.

    So in two posts you have moved from the Canary Islands to California, while I stay rooted to one spot.

    You are squandering your gifts with me. We untie the ribbon and see what we shall squander together.

    Squandering your gifts - it's a bit like christmas under the christmas tree with the presents half open on the floor.

    What have you been doing today Victor?
    Oh, just squandering.
    Not with that Canary girl?
    No longer a Canary but a Californian.

    Why not tell me about a latent ability of yours, perhaps in concrete terms. Could we realise your ability? How do you feel about realising your ability?

    And as we keep things balanced between us, I am telling you that at mid-day today I began my spiritual exercise. I only had a taste. And it is as powerful as I expected. So I think I will slowly ease myself in.

    So now tell me, tell me something concrete, dear Agent Furrina.

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    Get Away from It All

    Go, go, I breathe the air
    flossed with silence
    moving me to melt
    into any form what
    choice when they
    finish your thought
    did you mean numerous no
    numinous
    when minds flood into minds
    yet one creed molds
    this town of giant convenience
    a white church
    of blond wooden pews burning
    a dark pile of something
    enough these terrors,
    clarity, empathy, please
    drop me onto a quiet coast
    dotted with sandpipers
    the horizon hyphenates
    are they UN forces no
    they are nudist bathers.
    They have beached.
    Dashed with amorous wet,
    they call out like walruses,
    these loafing rebels against
    the enhanced,
    I see too much
    yet go, go into the unknown,
    smell the salt, rancid
    scent of water, seagull,
    blades of grass and listen,
    the one with the sodden beard says
    undrape yourself,
    you are not guilty to me.

    - Cathy Park Hong.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Victor View Post
    @agentfurrina

    Well, it seems you are in California with the Miwok Indians and I am in Canberra among the politicans.

    So in two posts you have moved from the Canary Islands to California, while I stay rooted to one spot.

    You are squandering your gifts with me. We untie the ribbon and see what we shall squander together.

    Squandering your gifts - it's a bit like christmas under the christmas tree with the presents half open on the floor.

    What have you been doing today Victor?
    Oh, just squandering.
    Not with that Canary girl?
    No longer a Canary but a Californian.

    Why not tell me about a latent ability of yours, perhaps in concrete terms. Could we realise your ability? How do you feel about realising your ability?

    And as we keep things balanced between us, I am telling you that at mid-day today I began my spiritual exercise. I only had a taste. And it is as powerful as I expected. So I think I will slowly ease myself in.

    So now tell me, tell me something concrete, dear Agent Furrina.

    something concrete! about a latent ability...

    i would like to be more concrete--even though it's awkward for me--but part of the challenge is that i am a person who exposes those things for other people. latent abilities are easy to identify in others because most people feel thwarted in some visible or communicable way by their nature or circumstance. i rarely do. having only ever found one person who can do the same for me adds to the challenge. but there is always hope...

    so that was me trying to be concrete. awkward, wasn't it? to continue: the trouble here is that i (possibly--probably--quite arrogantly) also feel that i have developed many of my latent physical/mental/social abilities, at least to the degree required for me to feel quite happy, and find that now, the only ones that intrigue me are of a deeply spiritual, even mystical nature.

    there are no words to describe that type of exploration, but it's the one that begins at the conquest of certain human limitations and leaves me with a burning desire to hunt larger game, if you will. most people don't want to transcend...throw themselves down and gnash their teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus. they want to live comfortable, safe lives and i don't know...shop at Walmart.

    oh wait. you had mentioned something about your inner peace and my outer peace. (or was it the other way around?) anyway, is that the beginning of this walkabout?


    p.s. i have travelled throughout north africa and some adjacent islands, but do not live there. it is simply a part of the world that i slip into very easily, perhaps because i grew up in a desert. (cormac mccarthy's desert, as it turns out, but a desert nonetheless.) so i have spent some time in that part of the world and have many happy memories of egypt and morocco in particular. have you been to either? civil unrest notwithstanding, it's much nicer to be awakened at dawn by the Ali Akbar than by an alarm clock.
    I may be kindly, I am ordinarily gentle, but in my line of business I am obliged to will terribly what I will at all.
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    Quote Originally Posted by agentfurrina View Post
    something concrete! about a latent ability...

    i would like to be more concrete--even though it's awkward for me--but part of the challenge is that i am a person who exposes those things for other people. latent abilities are easy to identify in others because most people feel thwarted in some visible or communicable way by their nature or circumstance. i rarely do. having only ever found one person who can do the same for me adds to the challenge. but there is always hope...

    so that was me trying to be concrete. awkward, wasn't it? to continue: the trouble here is that i (possibly--probably--quite arrogantly) also feel that i have developed many of my latent physical/mental/social abilities, at least to the degree required for me to feel quite happy, and find that now, the only ones that intrigue me are of a deeply spiritual, even mystical nature.

    there are no words to describe that type of exploration, but it's the one that begins at the conquest of certain human limitations and leaves me with a burning desire to hunt larger game, if you will. most people don't want to transcend...throw themselves down and gnash their teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus. they want to live comfortable, safe lives and i don't know...shop at Walmart.

    oh wait. you had mentioned something about your inner peace and my outer peace. (or was it the other way around?) anyway, is that the beginning of this walkabout?

    p.s. i have travelled throughout north africa and some adjacent islands, but do not live there. it is simply a part of the world that i slip into very easily, perhaps because i grew up in a desert. (cormac mccarthy's desert, as it turns out, but a desert nonetheless.) so i have spent some time in that part of the world and have many happy memories of egypt and morocco in particular. have you been to either? civil unrest notwithstanding, it's much nicer to be awakened at dawn by the Ali Akbar than by an alarm clock.
    You and I are nicely opposite. For where you have travelled across North Africa and outlying islands, I have only lived in two places, Sydney and Canberra.

    Sydney is a colonial city that grew up around not one but four harbours, so Sydney is part of the clothes I wear. Whereas Canberra is a designer city, our first non colonial capital city. And not only do I love Canberra but Canberra love me. It's a city in the Bush. We don't build on hilltops or ridges so the Bush comes right into the city.

    If you are interested in the mystical, you may find your friends among the mystics. My favourite mystic is Simone Weil (pronounced Vey) who was the first female graduate from the Sorbonne.

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    Poetry concrete -

    The Port Was Longing

    The port was longing
    The port was longing

    Not for this sea
    And not for that sea.

    The port was longing
    The port was longing

    Not for this sea
    And not for that sea.

    The port was longing
    The port was longing

    Not for this ship
    And not for that ship.

    The port was longing
    The port was longing

    Not for this ship
    And not for that ship.

    The port was longing
    The port was longing

    Not for this and not for that.

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    Origin

    The first cell felt no call to divide.
    Fed on abundant salts and sun,
    still thin, it simply spread,
    rocking on water, clinging to stone,
    a film of obliging strength.
    Its endoplasmic reticulum
    was a thing of incomparable curvaceous length;
    its nucleus, Golgi apparatus, RNA
    magnificent. With no incidence
    of loneliness, inner conflict, or deceit,
    no predator nor prey,
    it had little to do but thrive,
    draw back from any sharp heat
    or bitterness, and change its pastel
    colors in a kind of song.
    We are descendants of the second cell.

    - Sarah Lindsay.

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    Here -

    The Supplicant

    prays for birds
    before an ancient icon—
    a stray cat.
    The inbred need
    to pray
    is what makes God
    necessary,

    and not, she says,
    the other way
    around;
    beyond that

    it's all mystery,
    so don't question
    why Man creates gods
    that demand

    sacrifice,
    condemning mortals
    to spend their lives
    trying to praise

    godhead into mercy.
    Better instead
    to ask the frog
    to bless the fly,

    and, once the cheese
    is in the trap,
    to beg forgiveness
    from the rat.

    - Stuart Dybek.

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    Imagining Heaven

    makes me uneasy and superstitious, so instead I read books
    where people understand purposes and goodness,
    and am full of wonder. Some days, especially, I know

    how impossible it is that heaven exists; I unfurl on the couch
    like a fed snake and won't leave the house
    until the day is inhaled back into its sea.

    As a child, my imagined heaven revealed how basic
    were my wants: a red porch littered with projects,
    many animals, benign accidents to be tidied;

    all movement like ice skating and everyone about twenty.
    If there were a heaven we would be given a glimpse of it
    once in a while, as we stumble over memories—

    on a long drive, a flash comes and we try to reel it back—
    wasn't that a dream? Where was that? What a marvel,
    how terrible—to have nearly lost that game, that trip,

    the buttons on that dress, the grief of that cold water
    on that early May morning; his room without pictures,
    her jewelry box, that bowl of oranges. I can do nothing

    so I put myself in the old heaven, sprawled out
    on the red floor. I am youngish, the dog is with me,
    I can whistle and do, having left behind this life

    in New Hampshire with the car and children.

    - Alison Powell.

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    Ridiculous

    This is ridiculous
    said the literary old woman
    nobody gives us any respect
    the young in one another's arms
    are talking on their ipods
    the politicians are lying through their teeth
    and our husbands are taking a nap

    this is ridiculous
    said the tulip
    all those genetically altered blossoms
    those stupid long-lived orchids
    that are practically plastic
    and those fancy designer grasses
    getting more than market share

    this is ridiculous
    said the dog
    now they not only have to walk me
    they have to rush up with their
    sanitary plastic bags
    what is it but old-fashioned
    imperialism

    - Alicia Ostriker.

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    River Crossing

    There, where stones populate
    the underneath, splay
    rain as it blends & stops
    being rain, raises the river,
    water into water, stone
    into soil, too slick to stand
    or walk, too wide to freeze
    or span, to cross you must
    swim, the current a visible
    instance of movement:
    you'd enter the water here &
    if not pulled under
    would emerge so far down-
    stream the crossing'd require
    another journey entirely,
    on foot, over uncertain terrain,
    over what, through ownership,
    through deed, is called property,
    thus encroachment, thus trespass.
    The mind, though, can cross,
    along with the eye (where it can see).
    The body, my dear, counts for
    so little—nothing, really—here.

    - Brian Henry.

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