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August 26, 2008

as a matter of principle

I used everything to overseed the 'grass sod' to produce roots:
broad beans and clover for free natural nitrogen,
but the rest came mostly from flax seeds and birdseeds.

Now the birdseeds included lots of sunflower seeds
and over the months they kept on growing taller, bigger, stronger
with nice yellow flowers to look at

and two three yellow birds -American Goldfinches
and an olivegreen bird, acrobatic, upside-down bird
I can't decipher from the books
are the beneficiaries of the sunflower seeds
until the birds move away from the approaching fall, winter

the few birds are still here and whenever I go outside they "speak"
but soon they will be gone, rain coming today...
but nothing cama

first frost last year was middle of September
freezing all tomatoes, but this year I have only a few,
ate one tomato already, but barely more to come

in several spots the buckwheat grew taller than me
and up the trellis with some tomatoes and some scarlet runner beans,
but no fruit

once the birds are gone I will 'work' the surface some
not to disturb the root zone, put up some more straw
and with sheep manure on top
and over seed the works with more clover

I started near the kitchen already
after the peas were gone
I overseeded with red clover
and with sweet clover to open up the ground
deep into the innards of the earth

but the clovers grow as slowly as when early in the year
I still covered them up with plastic to 'push' nature..

after the first frost there's more 'heat' and summer to come yet
right into the snow
so clovers grow lustily

among the birdseed were also barley
and sorghum which still stands tall
over 6"

the barley did good and when I cut it
the seed went into the ground
over which I then spread some fine potting soil
over which I broadcasted the clover


August 21, 2008

when I was born

the world was mad

that was followed by 'victory'
before I entered school

that was followed by 'defeat'
that waited many years to turn into 'victory'

now that I'm closer to death
out of words and breath:

if repetition refuses its rhyme
unlike a victim of some norm

an impossible 'defeat'
conceiving itself
as nothing but an unthinkable

no matter

at what age you're now

language has its own time
and words repeat themselves
in their time
under different cover
as if new
new wars for better purposes
for better times

all that machinery functions
independently of you,

your time
when and where and how and why
you will be born as an element
within that language of time

the whole of school

and university
was a continuous struggle against 'groups' -
cliques of student's uniform minds
and their uniform bodies,

cliques of dependent professors
and their mind's handlers

it was never the courses you attended
but the visible human decay one witnessed
at the surfaces of language


it was a sort of 'rebellious' act
to not to do 'group spirit'
of not getting sucked into what the group wanted you to do

especially after the whole country had just been liberated
from one soul one mind one country indoctrination war syndrome
from church/state oneness that had ended in total war

so I carried my books always wrapped in paper,
brown or white or covered with nice wallpaper
or wrapped in yesterday's newspaper

nor would I ever wear a watch on my arm-
not to remove myself from punctuality
but remove my life
from authorities that gamed with humans
played with their time

group animals, agents of authority
that's what groups are instituted for

and there came a point in real time

when and where I gave up
on the spectacle of advertised
parading sincerity:

a never ending falseness of language games
postured in games
of bought bodies
as if 'acting' from sincerity
or from some honest aesthetics


it was no longer
AS IF kings of the medieval ages
had succumbed
to their 'higher' handlers

but how far
how much
inhumanity
will be recovered
from the rolling waves of time

Between not so arbitrary poles fluctuates
more, sometimes less
inhumanity

for which wars
serve other purposes:

they're not
in the business of teaching
moral lessons
nor writerly essays

but an unlife
that practices its remains
within hidden language

the inhuman moralist

reduces YOU
to an all-purpose classification;

the inhuman moralist
abhors any philosophy of individualism

the inhuman moralist makes you fit
for an ever-present
all-purpose explanation

August 07, 2008

'America' was always

atop of the cream of concepts

but then a new interpretation
made visible the ever present alignment
of meaning with power

exactly that same power
that is implied
in every question
no student dares to ask

bought whipping cream

for my coffee to uplift its taste

but the next day the cream got thick
and I rescued it by 'pouring' it over left over oats
I had left in a plastic container
left from a big bag that I fed to the birds
who would not eat them and deer probably ate them

My fridgeless life
turns all eating rituals
towards the garden of some fresh vegetables
and fruit juices

yes I bought a strawberry cake from a chemistry factory
a sort of companion to the whipping cream's
chemical stabilizers

thought that when I was in Europe...
I ate strawberry cake fresh in the cafe or from the bakery
every day for lunch,
a cake lunch with 'real' whipping cream

knowing full well that other countries
know nothing of my desires, appetites
loves and likes

so people here buy, eat, digest the same stuff
I've seen in the stores last century before free trade

just like when I moved from country to country
from province to province
people talk the same

the same meanings that force themselves upon them
and any new interpretation of meaning
would only subvert their freely chosen subjugation
to their home-made fantasies

and their defense of beloved domination by authorities
they would not know their name of


and then, without TV
I no longer notice scripted people
suffering from under some tyranny of concepts
or any difference between the size of their medicine chest
or the contents of their library

since they all have short hair
short as their lawn's grass
I opine their diet is just as conform
as their opinions dreams
that give them succor and sustenance