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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/10/2009 11:07:00 PM | No, I don't know the meaning of meaning. I can define meaning as 'intention'; what is 'intended' in any communication. That expands meaning, by adding the in-definate term 'intention'....
So what does intention mean, or intending?
This term means 'toward' and 'forward' in the full and exemplary sense of 'what it means to be toward' (to be too forward) and 'a head off' (sorry a head of)...so that it also encompasses 'vision' and 'anticipation' and the fullest sense of the term, the pen-ultimate term: imagination.
So if you are ahead of the wind, as it is at your back, you have both vision, and breath. Spirit, in that sense means only 'breath being'
chao | |
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/10/2009 11:21:18 PM | No, I don't know the meaning of meaning. I can define meaning as 'intention'; what is 'intended' in any communication. That expands meaning, by adding the in-definate term 'intention'....
So what does intention mean, or intending?
This term means 'toward' and 'forward' in the full and exemplary sense of 'what it means to be toward' (to be too forward) and 'a head off' (sorry a head of)...so that it also encompasses 'vision' and 'anticipation' and the fullest sense of the term, the pen-ultimate term: imagination.
So if you are ahead of the wind, as it is at your back, you have both vision, and breath. Spirit, in that sense means only 'breath being'
chao | |
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/13/2009 10:53:18 AM | ah, the promise of a fresh start...smells like ozone after a rain....
dichotomy
in love's mirrored hall
filtered through projection
we barely realize
the beauty
of our idealized
reflection
each vision
belongs to us
what do we choose
as real
the way we feel
about ourselves
or the way
we make them feel?
Ls 8/13/09 | |
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/13/2009 11:11:55 PM | we were discussing breath and breathing
the inhalation and exhalation phase of living
as a separate entity.
the wind sometimes tickles'
as it comes in side my nostrils
so practicing closed lips, to avoid the dust, and
stuff in the wind here,
in Kamloops, where it is hot and dry
the nostrils have closed in
arabic ones to reduce dehydration
thin nostrils, aquiline, the ones I have
developed
before they were large and needed to be
when the wind picks up in the transition season,
early fall, early spring.
the precipitation last year amount to 135 mm from
January to November, on AshCroft, (ashy place due to frequent burns),
and that is it...desiccation blues
i | |
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/13/2009 11:13:06 PM | we were discussing breath and breathing
the inhalation and exhalation phase of living
as a separate entity.
the wind sometimes tickles'
as it comes in side my nostrils
so practicing closed lips, to avoid the dust, and
stuff in the wind here,
in Kamloops, where it is hot and dry
the nostrils have closed in
arabic ones to reduce dehydration
thin nostrils, aquiline, the ones I have
developed
before they were large and needed to be
when the wind picks up in the transition season,
early fall, early spring.
the precipitation last year amount to 135 mm from
January to November, on AshCroft, (ashy place due to frequent burns),
and that is it...desiccation blues
i | |
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/13/2009 11:50:15 PM | we were discussing breath and breathing
the inhalation and exhalation phase of living
as a separate entity.
the wind sometimes tickles'
as it comes in side my nostrils
so practicing closed lips, to avoid the dust, and
stuff in the wind here,
in Kamloops, where it is hot and dry
the nostrils have closed in
arabic ones to reduce dehydration
thin nostrils, aquiline, the ones I have
developed
before they were large and needed to be
when the wind picks up in the transition season,
early fall, early spring.
the precipitation last year amount to 135 mm from
January to November, on AshCroft, (ashy place due to frequent burns),
and that is it...desiccation blues
i
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| Re: (GoatSmell) GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/14/2009 12:28:27 AM | we were discussing breath and breathing
the inhalation and exhalation phase of living
as a separate entity.
the wind sometimes tickles'
as it comes in side my nostrils
so practicing closed lips, to avoid the dust, and
stuff in the wind here,
in Kamloops, where it is hot and dry
the nostrils have closed in
arabic ones to reduce dehydration
thin nostrils, aquiline, the ones I have
developed
before they were large and needed to be
when the wind picks up in the transition season,
early fall, early spring.
the precipitation last year amount to 135 mm from
January to November, on AshCroft, (ashy place due to frequent burns),
and that is it...desiccation blues
i
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/14/2009 12:29:38 AM | Pleasure-seeking through speaking we might say is "rhetorically
driven." That is, its form is shaped by the imagined effect the
words will have on others. But of course that imagined effect cannot
be construed in a vacuum. There is an already existing community of
discourse which lends value to our words as we imagine them. And so
the giving and taking of pleasure through speaking comes to involve a
publicly adduced judgment of value--a judgment which is grounded in
the history of our "deliberation" together. This communal history is
itself constituted by the pleasures of particular words as we
remember them--words spoken by individual persons. I know some of
those persons very personally by the way I remember their words( but
of course I won't mention their names). Perhaps another dimension of
the give and take of pleasure then is the imagined remembering of
one's words by the community, even as one speaks them | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/20/2009 7:26:20 PM | Evenin'.
Sorry about being away like that, but we got ourselves all busy-like here. Things are pretty much all in boxes now except for the stuff we use every day. We're still running too and have a wee do out in Edmonton this weekend. Fun, fun.
Thanks to Trulio, Autumn Fantasy and Brizo for keeping the barn off the bottom of the poetry forum while I was away. It's a harsh pond and these things can sink like rocks if they aren't poked up to the surface once in a while.
So...now that I'm here for a bit...what to say?
Ah...yes...
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Notice was given
Two weeks left to be at work
Now, the Last Breakfast
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Yup, the last pancake brekkie of the season is at work tomorrow morn. Nothing like pork-flavoured shredded phonebooks right next to a stack of cardboard pancakes. Yum.
Well..back to some more shuffling around. We're not out of the woods yet.
Oh, Autumn....we're moving to BC. Lovely southern BC.
Can't wait.
G'night! | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/20/2009 8:38:02 PM | Greets all...
good stuff lives in and on these barn walls... the scent is pretty sweet
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Gentle waters blue
The sight of a simple life
balance at the core
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sweet dreams all... | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/20/2009 11:45:37 PM | Sparklers abound 360
like electric chairs going off and on
something is being executed here, "El Nino"
so many shows and side effects
like an invasion
that was tonight in Kamloops
sweltering heat
sheet lightening just lit up the clouds
every few seconds, NEWS,
north east west south | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/20/2009 11:46:05 PM | Sparklers abound 360
like electric chairs going off and on
something is being executed here, "El Nino"
so many shows and side effects
like an invasion
that was tonight in Kamloops
sweltering heat
sheet lightening just lit up the clouds
every few seconds, NEWS,
north east west south | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/21/2009 2:17:24 PM | Hey you two!!
Orf agin ta run are youse....may the pavement keep sweet under yo feet...
hey that rhymes...I am a poet arrrr..
I think I am going to furnish my next space in cardboard...it comes in a uniform colour (brownyishywashy) and I need never take the contents out until my next move.
Does anyone wanna come to a garage sale a week termorrer? PULEEESE
C xo | |
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| Zee Zee
Posted: 8/24/2009 10:58:28 PM | I want her very much
so I have begun to hope
to change
internally as slow and sure
as an insect
in only one way
and it does not lessen | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5390 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/27/2009 7:13:52 PM | I reckon about 3 years since the last move..around P 155...wink wink.
here's a thought, Breathing.
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Prairie winds,
Sunrises of burgundy and gold
Tumbleweeds that whistle
Across wheat fields
Images I hold
I witness
Seasons change
Beneath a cherry moon
Winter’s crisp flakes begin
Blanketing the ground,
Colours descend as
Trees release autumn’s leaves
As night air falls silent
Movements of the wheel
The passage of life
Unspoken memories
Surface
Moments of childhood are recalled,
Shared and discarded
Each step,
A reflection of
Time
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/27/2009 9:22:07 PM | Hey there om...
4 years,
yup.. has been a bit - we are ready to go back home, the mountains are calling..
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If you listen
You'll hear your heart
In the breeze
Quiet thoughts
A whisper
Across Kootenay Glacier
Scattered leaves
Descend
Simple pleasures
Forgotten lands
Histories lost
In dust storms
It is time
To head home,
Together we begin again....
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5392 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/28/2009 12:05:56 AM | You kids hitched yet? Make sure that smart car keeps up, eh!
edit; oh, and stay out of the barn or I'll tell your mothers! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/28/2009 9:06:47 PM | Oh, hey...sorry I've been away a bit lately.
Hi Trulio and Om! Good to see yer both here. As always, Breathing graces us with her words...thanks for the blast from the past, Om!
Things are pretty much set to go here and we're just a-itchin' to get on with it.
Looks like the internet service here will be cut sometime tomorrow, so I reckon I should get something in here before that happens. God knows I have nothing ready, though...
...hey, how about a haiku?
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After the purges
We still have a bit too much
Someone take the couch
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We're traveling light now. Heck, what can you fit in a Smart Car anyway?
Okay...next post is coming from Calgary in a week or so. Or maybe sooner...we have one more week of work to finish up...ick.
Later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/28/2009 10:09:43 PM | Almost forgot, Om...we will be getting hitched next year.
No, not you and me -- me and Breathing.
Invites will be in the mail.
Prepare to be fed...and watered.
Okay...here we go to bed.
G'night! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5395 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/28/2009 11:11:55 PM | Drive safe, folks, don't speed
Could do with a trip next year!
This is not a ku | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/29/2009 4:22:40 PM | om tiddley pom
clear June.......
Nelson here we come!
You two...safe trip...will call ... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/31/2009 6:45:24 AM | Well Hello strangers...boy I haven't been here in forever, since I met someone to be exact...lol..I got this message of matches found and came to delete my account and what did my eyes see?...My favorite poetry barn was still up and running...what luck..
How are you guys doing? geez it's been so long. I read that you were going to be married goat and breathing, couldn't happen to two nicer people.
Glad to see the wonderful words you guys write are still flowing out,I haven't written in to long,a few here and there, my hobbies are different right now and you know me I usually have to write as I feel...lol
Anyway I am going to keep this open and try to stop in hopefully at least once a week to maybe get inspired like the barn always did...
Miss you guys
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/3/2009 8:17:20 PM | wow A ........good to hear life is great up in the valley....was there this July1 but really don't visit too much any more...life here is good
memories appear
days of tears, smiles and laughter
new friends, beginings
Take care hon | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/4/2009 12:58:18 AM | The body without organs is the Machine. The Machine feeds on the worlds'
blood [Baudelaire]. It has no organs, nor vestigal entities and no remotely related
organs of the flesh. Therefore the body without organs cannot feel. It has
some of the same properties of the flesh such as purpose, function, and it
can do work. The modern machine does not require a human to use it, but it
requires humans to operate it, whereas the neolithic tool, the obsidian knife
cannot function without the hand, a dextrous organ, and neither can the spinning wheel, or the maddock. The "hills shall be planted with maddocks" [Old Testament]. The
modern body without organs [machine] can make other machines. The
economy of the machine operates like a nervous system. It is the ebb
and flow of capital or token capital in the markets of New York, and Tokyo.
The modern Body without organs operates symbolically as a pulse of economic activity that represents the activity of machines around the world that confer an entitlement onto their
owners in the form of the surplus of future returns from existing machines
and new patents and market opportunities.
The obsidian knife could be fabricated only by one person who had the time
and training to take a piece of volcanic glass into their hands and survey
it for its utility. The organs in this case inform the brute matter with
purpose and design. Modern machines cannot do this except if they are
programmed and what is programmed into them is an artefact of the calculus
on noble intentions, but sometimes unethical intentions. The safety of many
machine products is unknown and often is in question. Uranium mines and
nuclear reactors disperse minute amounts of radio-isotopes that damage for
millenia the very DNA of all that lives, affecting the thyroids of children
in Hiroshima, and in Chernobyl, forfeiting their future to children of their
own, and to live a long and healthy life. In fact prior to the construction
of all the reactors in the world which number about 500 there was no
understanding about the effects and concentrations of radio-isotopes on
children who were exposed. The reactor in Chernobyl has been declared "an
experiment" in which the effects of radioactive iodine can be determined in
the population of children that where exposed [cf. Weinberg, New York].
The machine as a body without organs does not forgive. It is not the
representation in art of the "mickey mouse" machine gun, and it is not the
'ultimate time machine' [cross symbolized by the bicycle which requires a
human to command it]. The bicycle can never ride by itself.
If someone were to leave all the lights on at night and we were also to leave all the
air conditioners on at night, one day the world would suffer a uncontrolled
nuclear reaction. It will only take one person to cause an accident. The
heat wave that is caused by the combustion of millions of machines such as
cars and air conditioners and water pumps to irrigate cotton in the deserts,
would not be turned off voluntarily, but would run even during a brown out.
The coal fired electric plants will have poisoned each wetland with mercury,
with uranium, with lead. The nuclear reactors would not have a backup power
system to control a runaway loss of coolant accident eventually since the
backup systems would have to operate to supply power to the state, the
armies, the factories, the entertainment businesses. The machine that feeds
on the blood of the world cannot be turned off. It has to run out of energy
first. Someone has to ride a bicycle and park their car first. The body
without organs does not feel any pain when the rainforest falls and is
converted to grass, but the birds, beasts and flowers do. Humans, their
ancient neolithic cultures, for a long time have been and still are being manipulated and machined into
consumers of the products of the body without organs. They will one day lose
all their humanity and their savanna ways. "Cling to Dreamtime...walking works
of art, boys wear clan design during their ten-day circumsion rites. Soon
they will share full membership in Arnheim Land's ancient culture."
[National Geographic article on the oldest peoples on the earth, living in
Australia for 40,000 years]
>From Command Post Andromeda | |
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