While digging through spaces internal and external, i stumbled across a couple personal favorites of my old poems. It's been a few years, at least, since last composing verse. I'm not sure what would come out these days. Possibly something borderline dadaist. Likely with a side scribble of nihilism.
But these come from a time past (passed?) when i was quite in touch with some of my selves. One draws on recurring dreams, the other on recurring lives. Both were probably composed within a year of each other, but i'd be hard pressed to nail down when that year was. I'm not certain, but i think they're from late last century.
This one is accompanied by a returning urge to paint a series of plates, one for each verse, following the one whose viewpoint the poem presents -
A point to ponder-
If one has memories of a life or lives before the current one, say that of a soldier (Assyrian?) chewing leather thongs before binding armor protections, does that actually offer any sort of proof of reincarnated lives? Or could it be a product of racial memory? Or of some RNA fragments passing data beyond our current understanding? Tapping a greater pooled consciousness? Dreamwalking through time? Exploiting aspects of the universe we cannot yet begin to fathom?
How can we ever really understand what we know without being able to gain an objective external overview?
But these come from a time past (passed?) when i was quite in touch with some of my selves. One draws on recurring dreams, the other on recurring lives. Both were probably composed within a year of each other, but i'd be hard pressed to nail down when that year was. I'm not certain, but i think they're from late last century.
This one is accompanied by a returning urge to paint a series of plates, one for each verse, following the one whose viewpoint the poem presents -
A point to ponder-
If one has memories of a life or lives before the current one, say that of a soldier (Assyrian?) chewing leather thongs before binding armor protections, does that actually offer any sort of proof of reincarnated lives? Or could it be a product of racial memory? Or of some RNA fragments passing data beyond our current understanding? Tapping a greater pooled consciousness? Dreamwalking through time? Exploiting aspects of the universe we cannot yet begin to fathom?
How can we ever really understand what we know without being able to gain an objective external overview?
poesy by -3- (a while back. I'd have to hunt through a lot of data disks to find the copyright dates)
