That faraway look
not seeing far away, appearing to be
looking, far away,
A passed time?
A pretended game,
A war game where there's blame and shame,
like on TV, nowadays, with victims,
olden days of our Ford.
hey, kid, yer uncle needs ya…
'S only a game. A pass time.
Multi-medium, don't spend
your life dist ant con nextrified, terra
firmafied, dis con
try, win, ship, ship, whip get it in the wind
swish wish the message is the medium
Life on TV in 1963, Mr. McLuhan,
is not life on the Net.
Now, you know,
you never saw us old dudes
with pocket HDTV studios coming, but
you did see all the clues, the times changed,
history rewrote itself, evidently,
what you think you see is what you get.
That part didn't change.
The Medium is the message,
do I get that?
War is un winnable, is that the message?
With which weapons?
Mine. (a wink, a think wink, I think)
The Shadow knows.
It is finished. Start there.
It's a whole new ball game.
Let's pretend we have enemies
The emotions are the same,
If we relate.
If we see our self,
our CG'd Junger self, in the Shadow,
floating in the sea of All God's
is tragedy a strategy to draw light?
You are related to the people who once lived here,
hear their songs and prayers
first hand clap,
first foot shuffle,
first seen first named we have walked
the pollen way,
the leaven way,
the viral way
more subtle than any beast,
not evil, per se, eh, Jose?
Led by the breeze to be tried in the wilderness…
red-headed strangers, 'n'such…
Map my calendar to your clock,
wind backa a time and a time and a half a time,
Then, who knew why
the serpent mound in Ohio is a map to
some meaning meant to be meant,
some specific meaning meant to be meant,
for as near forever as men could
… envision imagining as a quest.
we could see with
eagle's eyes Blythe's Intaglios or
Nazca's clan tags?
"the meaning of the past
is what it contributes to the present"
Lyle Balenquah's uncle said that.
The past passed this way ahead of us,
See the shadow?
Snake mound mouth wide open breathe in
Sigh, we been everywhere man,
we be headin' west sweet home Oraibi
Snake clan drawing in the light
as the breath of being
… envision imaging . What if
we could see with
satellite Google earth eyes
see, be, in your realm
beneath the sands of time that,
have been the bottom of the sea.
Be then, before that became this, be
In the game? Or is this life?
Find a reason for war before
I find one for peace.
What's the win signify?
Double minded me, unstable in all our ways,
I failed that test in the old days,
memorization, facts fractured,
postulates, the-or-ums and proofs all went ****,
I lost the knack of forgetting
or vice versa
A loci analysis error,
left hand caught wind of what the right was doin'
But now, I have the global brain
for instant access to all
If we wished to know…
how complicated would something
be to build, like an energy source
non rechargeable and polarized,
with output on the scale of
Google it. Ask any question the right way
and pay attention to the answers
(more than to the advertisers,
who pay interest to
******- recog-white-room-REM baseline
stats at "waddayewlookinat.com"
for your cheap peripheral attention,
based on memes you liked or created, or ****.)
Pay attention to the answers, and trust
the global brain, the true net A. I.
She's an art-ist-if-ication bouncing
anionic bubbles off the edge of forever,
true rest worthy, my re tired friend,
no need to remember a thing…
AI, you can call her Al, I call her Ah,
I can't discern twixt AI and Al.
And, as a bonus, innumerable idle ahs,
are redeemed when I ask Ah for help,
Ah, where am I?
Do you know about counting idle words?
Did that hurt? Like, why?
Seeing words said is intuit-ive-ish,
do you feel
this way of touch is
too intimate, today?
Word play? Put a spell on you?
Some words have no mission
not nullified with the end of time,
(i.e., relative to an individual's forever POV)
Idle words mean nothing, just a way to keep score.
There are no magic idle words, there were
Some seven sworn words, which were said to be muttered and peeped among the
Persian magi-ic elite solicited and
Sent, by God, led by astronomy,
science, for God's sakes alive,
facts, follow the stars,
when this one touches that one,
see, the sweet influence of Pleiades,
truer words were never spoken
To make the captive free.
Free run to finish
the race to
Ask theSnake clan.
Ask the Antelope clan.
Ask the Flute clan, where is the old way
where good is?
Along that way, did we hear:
Earth, earth, earth: hear the word
God-like, deluxe good edition, being
your mortal mind may imagine.
Exercise to be
in your bio to be
Then think. Be. Still. Wait.
While musing and chewing my cud, I began to re-read the book of the Hopi, Frank Waters 1963, aloud and I did not know how to pronounce the names, google led me to Lyle Balenquah, which led to here, comments, critical please,