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I favour the deep, impenetrable truth of the jungle Over the smooth ride over sleek black rubber; The ***** disturbing, demented disorder; The distortions of the lights we bathe on, Over outward alignments and the staleness of systems. I favour the cheap, rugged, bittersweet taste Of a late night's substandard drink, In the midst of true lights and shadows And the uncertainty they cast upon us, Over the orderly and satisfactory-- The dead pleasures and securities that Exist nowhere but in feeble projections. I favour the basic, primeval, animal grunt-- The dirt, the dizziness of true treading Across the muddy shallows--, Over the clattering of an overflowed, Certain mind. I favour doubt, earnest doubt, Unpalatable doubt, inescapable doubt-- A smile in a pitch-black room, A journey on a lukewarm air balloon, A half-finished sentence in a half-serious gloom--, Over hasty conclusions and tainted allusions. I favour the endearing messiness of reality; The chaos of light and dreams; The mystery, so out of reach, Of you and me and the space in-between; The stained, torn, shattered, burnt, Twisted texture we find ourselves upon, Over the smooth, marble-white, Sterile surface where false certainties Slide, grinning, before they find themselves On an impending collision with the infectious hesitation of the ground. I favour the acknowledging look Straight into the eye; A ladder with one step; A race with no competitors; A contentment without resentment; A bread on your table that's good enough, That doesn't tease you and promise you more, And more, And more, So that you forget what you should really care for, What lies deep under your skin, What stirs up the dormant contents of your guts-- You climb to the hilltop Which finally allows you to have A peek at the next one. I favour uncertainty and risk, And walking too close to the edge; I favour barely enough, And cutting it too close; I favour throwing all excess over the board, And lowering standards; I favour the taste of imminent failure And the adrenaline of a heart-wakening sprint; I favour meagre means And big dreams, free of currencies; For they all remind me what the world Really looks like, Who I really am, And what the winter-night winds Really feel like. I favour the ways of nature, often erratic, ***** ugly and convoluted, Often dumbfounding, Unintentionally intelligent and mysterious, Over the ways of fear-ridden constructions, For there is no such thing As a straight line.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
Wednesday Manifesto
I favour the deep, impenetrable truth of the jungle Over the smooth ride over sleek black rubber; The ***** disturbing, demented disorder; The distortions of the lights we bathe on, Over outward alignments and the staleness of systems. I favour the cheap, rugged, bittersweet taste Of a late night's substandard drink, In the midst of true lights and shadows And the uncertainty they cast upon us, Over the orderly and satisfactory-- The dead pleasures and securities that Exist nowhere but in feeble projections. I favour the basic, primeval, animal grunt-- The dirt, the dizziness of true treading Across the muddy shallows--, Over the clattering of an overflowed, Certain mind. I favour doubt, earnest doubt, Unpalatable doubt, inescapable doubt-- A smile in a pitch-black room, A journey on a lukewarm air balloon, A half-finished sentence in a half-serious gloom--, Over hasty conclusions and tainted allusions. I favour the endearing messiness of reality; The chaos of light and dreams; The mystery, so out of reach, Of you and me and the space in-between; The stained, torn, shattered, burnt, Twisted texture we find ourselves upon, Over the smooth, marble-white, Sterile surface where false certainties Slide, grinning, before they find themselves On an impending collision with the infectious hesitation of the ground. I favour the acknowledging look Straight into the eye; A ladder with one step; A race with no competitors; A contentment without resentment; A bread on your table that's good enough, That doesn't tease you and promise you more, And more, And more, So that you forget what you should really care for, What lies deep under your skin, What stirs up the dormant contents of your guts-- You climb to the hilltop Which finally allows you to have A peek at the next one. I favour uncertainty and risk, And walking too close to the edge; I favour barely enough, And cutting it too close; I favour throwing all excess over the board, And lowering standards; I favour the taste of imminent failure And the adrenaline of a heart-wakening sprint; I favour meagre means And big dreams, free of currencies; For they all remind me what the world Really looks like, Who I really am, And what the winter-night winds Really feel like. I favour the ways of nature, often erratic, ***** ugly and convoluted, Often dumbfounding, Unintentionally intelligent and mysterious, Over the ways of fear-ridden constructions, For there is no such thing As a straight line.
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Nagual
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
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