when i get put in facebook jail i come here to blog about why i was put in social media jail.
i was put here to keep my mouth shut, to keep my fingers still, to omit my time on a line of rambled beginnings and endings, to think about the futility of postponing an ending and delaying a beginning.
so i drink beer mostly, and chat with those closest, the ones i call home, the few among the feminine and the masculine who have mastered duality to such a point that a third doesn't matter, or any variation on multiplicity; and marriage and children are an unspoken bond, a sacred trust, that all will attain balance within process.
i come to blogspot for it's attractive name. buhlog. spotuh. because it's the annals of internets world wide web, berners lee afterthought, the hint of mint but not the leaf.
i organize meet ups among street friends because aunties can't be fighting each other.
i come to blogeh espoteh, to listen to keith jarret koln concerts in it's real tone, not packaged; in it's original gigaherz, from the origin, not it's techno acceptability, at the place i met it when i was a child.
i come here because i am still raw.
51 in the year 2021...
i come here to speak in english.
as an anti-pundit
for i am an expert in experience devoted to intuition. the books have all been grand but they were printed on pine and stood against hemp.
i blog on the ether full aware that print is possible for the uninitiated into the ether.
that their money and their sorrow may never cross paths. there are x amounts of musical instruments present here on this planet, they are the only means to an end to mineral extraction, they are beyond economics, drudgery and space travel.
brass and leather.
i blog because i have a constant need to be heard, to be acknowledged, to be included in a conversation that has no beginning and no conclusion.
that started this morning that's ending this afternoon.
i come here to set a tiny pebble in the framework of frameworks.
la última finca, the last farm, was and is and will be tied to seasons, rainfall, wind capacity, fiber.
i am here because i actually don't want my name in any books, i just want to print all the books i have ever read.
on hemp.
like the bible intended.
i am here because i cannot be anywhere else.
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