#essential
{{The Society of the Spectacle
by Guy Debord inspired this reflection}}
In the spectacle, within
pompous circumstances
wherein the entertained abide,
seeing our chosen side always winning
each as per
usual real-
izational transfactual exchanges,
"Indeed, it is only inasmuch
as individual reality is not
that it is allowed to appear."
brought to mind the starry night,
abstraction from one mind, one night
in a world lit by fire or heaven in truth,
that which appears above and beyond us,
save when we feel the draw, the inhaled awe,
in some once shared glimpse past artifice to art
for the sake of the substance confirming spectacle.
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Note to readers asking sense from my nonsense, what we do not say but be, in free entertainment economy allows me to think of any reader asking me to explain my will to stand by my muse uses...
Debord wrote his book in 1968, in French, and never changed a word, which helped me republish "The Seed of the Dream"
"In all that has happened in the last twenty years, the most im-
portant change lies in the very continuity of the spectacle. Quite
simply, the spectacle's ********** has succeeded in raising a
whole generation moulded to its laws. The extraordinary new
conditions in which this entire generation has lived constitute a
comprehensive summary of all that, henceforth, the spectacle
will forbid; and also all that it will permit."
— Guy Debord (1988)
art for all its worth in the medium we use
... to testify, ... and hang with Van Gogh
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 7:33 PM UTC
Like flash of lightning music courses through my bones
Every chord a companion as I traverse life's unknowns
A controlled explosion originating from drums of ears
In most pleasant way possible each neuron sears
Inside gun molded not with metal but sound
Bullets chambered as lyrics load each round
It's as if sun opens up and pours out pure light within
Brilliant brightness sums up noise I'm basking in
Color and motion itself take auditory form
Reveries flow beneath skin keeping body warm
Exposed to instrumental touch muscles readily relax
Tempo soon fills empty spaces melting like candle wax
World a frightening place but becomes a little less so
When beautiful song is played and you hear the notes crescendo
Lost in lullabies making struggles seem further away
At times this reprieve is the only comfort able to get you through one more day
When rain crashes down outside and hope is nowhere in sight
Rhythm and harmony commence and for a while problems suddenly seem alright
There simply is no comparison to the feeling that occurs when you experience the overture start
Medicine for the mind and the soul healing wounds on the heart
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC
You ever thought that maybe to be realigned with your person they may need to miss you to appreciate you. You holding on with a death grip, constantly accessible interfering with the process. Trust the process. Whats for you will always be for you.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC
Is there inherent good in people?
Who's to say,
Nothing is that simple
With little to no meaningful example sample
One's left to guess what to shed and what's essential
For those not raised to be capable
Those who struggle with both an internal and external battle
Or wound up with a broken porcelain bone handle,
It's hard to shake the fragile label
And always surprising who is willing to use it as ammo
There is good, there is evil
Most linger somewhere near the middle
Remember though,
It's not that simple
©2024
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
...that's an ice cold strategy
Some shifty savagery
To tell me I have the luxury
Of not having to deal with family
But you know me
So you know that's the only thing I've ever wanted,
And you use it against me
Part of what make you so special to me,
Is you are essential to me
I say that knowing it's probably
Not a healthy way to be
You're all I have essentially
You could never possibly lose everything
But me?
I'm about to be
©2024
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 4:05 PM UTC
I should've written Thanks across a blue sky,
Where the winds would carry my message
Around the world.
But I didn't even try.
I should've banged my pots and pans,
Put a sign out on my lawn,
Or at least on a forward facing window.
But I didn't, and I'm wrong.
I could've, with minimal exertion,
Clicked Like or Love
On one of the millions of gratitude posts
Praising them... Them,
The essential and not so essential workers
On our northern, southern, eastern and western Fronts.
But I didn't, and it haunts.
So,
I will now say,
Thank You
To all those who expressed Thank You
To all those who have kept us healthy, safe and secure:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 10:01 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wish the world didn't move so fast
and stayed where it is
even though a progress
is essential for life
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
You swing the cradle
of your self-assurance
you attempt to avoid
unavoidable rawness.
You fear always anew
the invisible something
alive only in yourself
in the vastness of mind.
An unspoken parallel
draws diluted senses
closer to life's dwell
of essential existence.
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 4:09 PM UTC
Some days I think I love myself..
Some days I think I’m trying to love myself..
Some days I think I’ll never love myself..
Under this Oscillation ,
burning at the pit of my stomach
is a constant awareness-
I’m yet to, truly love myself..
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
He who is poor, helpless and hungry
Is also half-naked or fully undressed
But still he doesn't choose to beg
Instead chooses to do hard labour
He's actually the real shameless
To refrain him from his shame
A law is essentially required
It's also very urgently required
The law should be named as
Shame Reform law
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
We are not heroes.
We are just people,
trying to survive.
You and I,
are not equals.
You work from home
while I...
I work to ensure
that I get to keep mine.
They call us essential,
because we provide
all the food and the things
that help keep you alive.
But I am resentful
that I don't get to decide,
What is more worthy,
my labor or life?
So don't call me a hero.
I am simply doing
what has to be done.
Don't call me a hero,
unless you plan to treat
and pay me like one.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
To: the nineteen year old version of myself who's falling in love right now.
Love him.
Love him with all your heart, lungs, liver and kidneys too.
In fact, just love him with your entire existence.
Love him even though he will not love you back.
And it's okay because I need you to do that for me so I can grow.
Love,
Me
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Sigh...
Aight.
I'm done with this small life
Indoor life
Closed-door life
I wanna shout about it
I wanna tell all my thoughts
and maybe you'll agree upon it!
Now this a hunch
Let me know, what'd you have for lunch
Canned beans?
Again?
Oh, that's right.
Stay home kids,
Stay home peeps,
Lessen the curve,
let's do this!
If you're done with this life,
then do somethin' 'bout it.
Stay home!
This will all be over much faster,
If you would,
JUST,
Stay home!
Sigh...
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:02 AM UTC
****** Analysis
by Michael R. Burch
This is not what I need . . .
anal-ysis,
paralysis,
as though I were a seed
to be planted,
supported
with a stick and some string
until I emerge.
Your words
are not water. I need something
more nourishing,
like cherishing,
something essential, like love
so that when I climb
out of the lime
and the mulch. When I shove
myself up
from the muck . . .
we can ****
Originally published by Unlikely Stories. Keywords/Tags: analysis, paralysis, psychoanalysis, words, nourishing, cherishing, essential, love, muck, **** ***
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:03 AM UTC
"All you need is love"
-The Beatles
If there is one thing we need in life
It is not water, food, or air
Money, power, success, or fame
But somebody to be there
We do not need talent, luck, or skill
Or all the above
The single essential in life
We cannot exist without is love
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
we live
in dreams
and fears
feeling hopeless
for not getting
what we desperately need
and we hardly know
other ways
to tell
-
*They blame,
burning you*
Listen to them,
and you'll see It.
Forgive them,
they don't mean it.
*You blame yourself
burning too*
Listen to yourself,
and you'll see It.
Forgive yourself,
you don't mean it.
-
so hopelessly in need,
being either
Them or You,
do feed the need
unless you need
not to live
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
The beauty of the winter would not be
If not a single flake of snow did fall
Its brilliant shine doth fill the heart with glee
And every childlike eye does it enthrall
So too the beach without the ocean wave
Deserts too are filled with golden sand
The roaring surf and salty wind we crave
We love the way the sea invades the land
And what if flowers did not come with spring
No rainbow colored show upon the ground
It'd be as if the world forgot to sing
What is the worldwide dance without the sound?
Your presence fills my life with brighter hue
My world would lose its "lovely" without you
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
I've found you, runnning everywhere
in my bloodstream
I've found you, to be the power source
for my heartbeat
I've found you, to be the essential part
in a perfect dream
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
Ignorance is bliss
But
Intelligence in essential
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
From the moment we met,
I knew you were special.
You became my life-changer,
someone essential, substantial.
You made every quote I created remarkable,
Every poem I've written, memorable.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
At the end of the day
He asked, ”why we need to sleep?”
I answered,
To dream a better tomorrow.
Try it
Sleep
Deeper sleep
Yes, you got it
But never pretend
Else,
One will not dream.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
A poet’s heart.
A poet’s heart is unlike any other.
It is bigger, it is more;
It is waiting for you, to discover.
It is free to speak without disorder;
Because a poet’s heart is so clear
And we are simply the interpreter.
A poet’s heart is unique to the poet;
All who have a heart, would say the same,
But a poet’s heart is uniquely more used,
Than to simply push blood around the veins.
A poet’s heart must be huge for love to fill it;
It gives out what it takes in and is essential to the poet.
Their heart is their charm and their words their way of showing.
A poet’s heart is the creator of the poet
And our souls are forever aching.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
You've found that hole in your soul
Nothing fills it
The smallest things
Seem smaller
The largest things
Seem smaller still
Why won't anything fit
Why won't anything fill
You've found that hole in your soul
Nothing fits it
Its not like its a predator
The things it consumes
You've already forgotten about
Silently it exist
Taking only what you've sacrificed through neglect
Taking only what you've left to languish
It would be better if it was a hunter
If it was taking
Then you could remember
Then you could
© Christopher F. Brown 2018
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC