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"ontologically" poems
Against the saturated Horizon of dawn, Loitering in the dark timbre Of emerging consciousness - Dissipating somnolence And preemptive despair, Tacitly adumbrate the Yawning abyss. Chastened by the cunning and Lubricious nihilism, Igniting fermented provocations, Silent subterfuge; death, By mirth - the inane; Lament of the mundane. Fallow paradigms, accretions of The last gasp - Evaporating empty liturgies Of suspicion; Charity and equanimity - Lost in confinement, Triumphant avarice bearing Descendants Of intransigence; Wielding imperious Schemes of orthodoxy. Pollard fragments of Silken tapestry, Miasma draped depression Abridging; Conversely, Permuted flurries of anxiety Dislodge The vestiges of meaning That abide In brazen equivocation. Tributaries of dogma reach Their confluence, Watershed moment,   Numinous effusion Streams naked epiphany, The precarious vision - A gesture of providence, Certainty and contingency; Gratuitously derivative, life Equals choice. Verdant branches of intention; And opportunity the vine, Live forward - The pen, my voice, Piquant conduit pouring, Exuberant wine. Footprints found in givenness Underline, Penumbrae of my soul; Mirrored silhouettes, Thoughts and words engender; And in verse adorn Fecund soil, Line after line, The cosmos altered, Continuum of permanence - Artist’s art articulating Essence of my imagination, I proliferate, I design Phrases unique, Participation mystique. Words creating world, The apparatus of infinity Heidegger, ontologically precise, Language - The house of Being, Ineffable, Promethean Literary devise - Envisioning possibility, And abundance to allow, I occur Inhabit Manifest Future phenomena Experienced as now. ©2008 & ©2011 W.S. Warner
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
The Precarious Vision
Against the saturated Horizon of dawn, Loitering in the dark timbre Of emerging consciousness - Dissipating somnolence And preemptive despair, Tacitly adumbrate the Yawning abyss. Chastened by the cunning and Lubricious nihilism, Igniting fermented provocations, Silent subterfuge; death, By mirth - the inane; Lament of the mundane. Fallow paradigms, accretions of The last gasp - Evaporating empty liturgies Of suspicion; Charity and equanimity - Lost in confinement, Triumphant avarice bearing Descendants Of intransigence; Wielding imperious Schemes of orthodoxy. Pollard fragments of Silken tapestry, Miasma draped depression Abridging; Conversely, Permuted flurries of anxiety Dislodge The vestiges of meaning That abide In brazen equivocation. Tributaries of dogma reach Their confluence, Watershed moment,   Numinous effusion Streams naked epiphany, The precarious vision - A gesture of providence, Certainty and contingency; Gratuitously derivative, life Equals choice. Verdant branches of intention; And opportunity the vine, Live forward - The pen, my voice, Piquant conduit pouring, Exuberant wine. Footprints found in givenness Underline, Penumbrae of my soul; Mirrored silhouettes, Thoughts and words engender; And in verse adorn Fecund soil, Line after line, The cosmos altered, Continuum of permanence - Artist’s art articulating Essence of my imagination, I proliferate, I design Phrases unique, Participation mystique. Words creating world, The apparatus of infinity Heidegger, ontologically precise, Language - The house of Being, Ineffable, Promethean Literary devise - Envisioning possibility, And abundance to allow, I occur Inhabit Manifest Future phenomena Experienced as now. ©2008 & ©2011 W.S. Warner
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what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
fernmeldeverkehr und zee silbeskalpell
what i understand as a definition of the word complex, it requires a hyphen as a pseudo conjunction, in that it coordinates words in opposition, which is why freud's right on the money with the madonna-whore complex, but completely bonkers with his oedipal fetishes, because oedipus is a complex in itself that cannot be excavated and theorised for the sake of a analogue... that's a horrid plagiarism that might plagiarise awry, for all orthodox necessities: a complex is aqua-     -marine aquamarine... but in terms of theory it's evident that the hyphen usage is still retained, before everything goes **** up perfect *** **** of compounding the two words like a german: Fernmeldeverkehr (telecommunication), der... 'nurse! pass the syllable scalpel!' 'herr doktor, der silbeskalpell.' 'ah scheiße, 'ere we go 'ere we go 'ere we go: fern' 'mel 'dever 'kehr.' the operation was a success, apart from the silbeskalpell being left in the patient's body; and i never understood why people expect you to talk to them face-to-face like you're reading autocue, the minute you talk imagining off empty space to invent a new language of comfort they equate you with autism... i once had a glance at psychiatric notes sent to the bureaucratic doctor (g.p. / general practitioner)... psst... they only care about whether:                            a. you're able to keep eye contact                     b. you're / you're not biting your nails... but that's what you get, the welfare state policy of funding distribution of the infamous n.h.s. (national health service)... ****** by the cartesian dualism of splitting mind from body like the brain is some gooey porridge mixed with cornstarch for thickness... only 0.6% of n.h.s. funding goes into psychiatry... i'm guessing at least 1% goes into prescriptions for pensioners demanding ****** i already told you, cats are ontologically autistic, hence their appeal to autistic children, or just anyone not really into leashes, being tugged or tugging, come rain or shine, come 7am or 7pm... they can be so inanimate sometimes that they blend in will flowers, and when awake, yes, like plants doing the kayan lahwi tribe's extending neck with rings thing... ah what's it called... ah yes phototropism... take the rings off the neck a million swans with broken necks.
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Anatomically If you were to remove my tongue,   I would still have   The pen and the inkwell.   Ontologically If you were to take out my tongue,   And the pen from my hand,   I would still think, feel, and live my poetry.   Ethically If you were to tear out my heart,   What use would I have   For the pen and the inkwell?
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 6:36 AM UTC
Living Poetry
what a shy event, considering it, to be supposed to encompass, "life".. a few fractures, and an antithesis of the river of Heraclitus... the stillness of the lake... whereby Narcissus was born...            from the philosopher of the river, to the demigod of the lake... to the god of the sea... grandfather god Poseidon begot    the father demigod of Narcissus... who begot the son                          Heraclitus... what the sea is, is what the river encapsulates, which is what the lake will never be... the paradigm, the writing of Heidegger... spurned me to think, to think, rather than "to be"... how much of cogito ergo sum is ontologically, "satisfying"? probably the nil of it... counter Latin: in german: denken werden sein? oh, the shit-list goes on and on... denken als sein?    reiterate that for me... in Latin...                thought as the becoming of being... in German, first...     denken als die werden von sein... now in Latin:    cogitatio quod dacens ex esse... you know that almost all of my childhood friends ended up in prison?! i'm just an oddity...     i infiltrated the theater of intellectualism...    and i said: bogus, ******** and the supposed lost brimstone! scent of cooked sulfur that stank to the high  heavens! free speech, blah blah, "free" & "thought"... whatever the **** that means... an antithesis of a claustrophobia?! thought? thought is the equivalent contraceptive in terms of being... thought liberates, but also provides constraints...    thought is a being that has non-being in its focus... thought is a "being" that has non-being as its focal point... ontologically: thought is a form of being, that doesn't necessarily relate to the existential "arithmetic" of thought: thus done...     thinking is important, but it's completely unrelated to being... the thing itself, and then... the thing in itself... and subsequently: the thing for itself... phenomenon, noumenon, phenomenon...             since how much of "thinking" is translated into "being"?              i guess... not much of it is ever translated within the confines of the imagery of a cascade / a waterfall...                       zilch...   not a lot of thought crafts the impetus to be... as... not a lot of being crafts the impetus to think...          coincidentally a lot of: out of every instance / insistence: i.e. existence, happens, simultaneously to said expression. sam cooke: don't know much about history, don't know much (about) biology, don't know much about a science book, don't know much about the french i took, but i do know that i love you, and i know that if you love me too, what a wonderful world this would be... i could write this candy floss ******** point blank statement with adverse feelings... i have a pact of uninhibited lying... i could lie... but then lying requires a prior experience in lies... and... i hate the economics of lies... however much i might cherish thinking, i seem to have picked up a pattern whereby: thinking doesn't translate into being... so i guess... as much of thought goes into being, as it goes into non-being... and that being said: what is post-existentialism? ontology.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
echoes, and a past
what a shy event, considering it, to be supposed to encompass, "life".. a few fractures, and an antithesis of the river of Heraclitus... the stillness of the lake... whereby Narcissus was born...            from the philosopher of the river, to the demigod of the lake... to the god of the sea... grandfather god Poseidon begot    the father demigod of Narcissus... who begot the son                          Heraclitus... what the sea is, is what the river encapsulates, which is what the lake will never be... the paradigm, the writing of Heidegger... spurned me to think, to think, rather than "to be"... how much of cogito ergo sum is ontologically, "satisfying"? probably the nil of it... counter Latin: in german: denken werden sein? oh, the shit-list goes on and on... denken als sein?    reiterate that for me... in Latin...                thought as the becoming of being... in German, first...     denken als die werden von sein... now in Latin:    cogitatio quod dacens ex esse... you know that almost all of my childhood friends ended up in prison?! i'm just an oddity...     i infiltrated the theater of intellectualism...    and i said: bogus, ******** and the supposed lost brimstone! scent of cooked sulfur that stank to the high  heavens! free speech, blah blah, "free" & "thought"... whatever the **** that means... an antithesis of a claustrophobia?! thought? thought is the equivalent contraceptive in terms of being... thought liberates, but also provides constraints...    thought is a being that has non-being in its focus... thought is a "being" that has non-being as its focal point... ontologically: thought is a form of being, that doesn't necessarily relate to the existential "arithmetic" of thought: thus done...     thinking is important, but it's completely unrelated to being... the thing itself, and then... the thing in itself... and subsequently: the thing for itself... phenomenon, noumenon, phenomenon...             since how much of "thinking" is translated into "being"?              i guess... not much of it is ever translated within the confines of the imagery of a cascade / a waterfall...                       zilch...   not a lot of thought crafts the impetus to be... as... not a lot of being crafts the impetus to think...          coincidentally a lot of: out of every instance / insistence: i.e. existence, happens, simultaneously to said expression. sam cooke: don't know much about history, don't know much (about) biology, don't know much about a science book, don't know much about the french i took, but i do know that i love you, and i know that if you love me too, what a wonderful world this would be... i could write this candy floss ******** point blank statement with adverse feelings... i have a pact of uninhibited lying... i could lie... but then lying requires a prior experience in lies... and... i hate the economics of lies... however much i might cherish thinking, i seem to have picked up a pattern whereby: thinking doesn't translate into being... so i guess... as much of thought goes into being, as it goes into non-being... and that being said: what is post-existentialism? ontology.
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Know that it's stop-n-go... all the way Up. God's epistemologically dead... ontologically  alive-- or is it the other way around? Philosophy in Greek means to be a friend of wisdom...well... friends backstab. Konstantinos Mark
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
Stop-n-go
You are commanding the presence of an audience of children Who do not, for a couple of hours, feel like children. They feel like lightning bolts, and lovers, Congregates of "The Broken Axe Handle", Even if they hardly show it. You’re telling them their own story For which they haven’t yet learned how to form the words. And after it all, The crowd moving in a waking dream cloud, You come into my focus, And you practically whisper, “Seeing you there, you made me feel Centered” And I felt humbled by the honesty. What a surprise to have such a weighted job!   How impossible it is to take crumb of credit For the beauty of your poetry! I, entirely teenaged with endogenous anonymity, Someone’s fulcrum!   In a decade since, I, (un)entirely grown and still ontologically unknown, Still live your language, Still aim to be the rock or The hook on which to hang a hat. Even when I don’t think I can Even when I don’t know I am, You make me feel daily that In just receiving someone’s truth, Eyes up, I can make the return to be Someone’s somebody.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Centered (A Thank You Note to Buddy Wakefield)
christianity is, in part,                                ontologically based, to behave like hinduism...                  in that its root is a polytheism, focusing on                             the opposite of a theology,   or its particularness...                    it's poly-schismatic. catholicism can lie all it wants away, but the fact is simple:   christianity was based upon a focus of an impeding schism...    so i can't see a way out of shouting:        shotgun!               as you rarely do, take the seat in a non-black-cabbie next to the driver... since there isn't one...                   add to it an innumerable cohort of saints... and you're done... at least islam is "schizophrenic", in that the schism took to representing two factions of belief systems...     me? if i were muslim?                  shi'a(h) islam... all the way... christianity just has a messiah complex imbedded in it... and therefore it has so many splinters (schisms) waiting for it, to be reduced to.                orthodox, catholic, protestant, and then all the -isms... luthernism, calvinism, baptism -ism- -ists...    em, second day adventists?             it's like darwinism in a theological sense: look! look at all the theo-diversity!      only now, would you associate the (g)nostic movement in islam (sufism) with shi'a(h) islam... but come on! how can you make poetry      a capitalist "thing"?      you can't compete when writing poetry... you can't compete on an universal basis for a uniform stance of "incompetent" expression...    that **** ain't happening...       i feel with my intensity, and with my intensity alone... you can't compete with what you feel, and then scribble down...        the **** is this "comprehension" / realisation? poetry is not some potato-sack / egg on a spoon race!   in terms of language...      english has already won the culture war...   but chinese, or hindi, as written in sanskrit?    well... that's won the existential war...    a billion here... and a billion over there...        mind you, i'll repeat myself... the polytheistic aspect of christianity is that christianity has a tendency to agitate schisms; it's really a religion of the obelus (÷), or as some might suggest: the obelisk of washington d.c. thank **** it wasn't a giant **** of masonry, with only one / two rooms in it. the ****** religion just implodes,    and schizophrenics itself into a poly-diadem that then tries to resolve some primitive geometric form (square, triangle, a straight line, a dot)    of "respectability"; but reducing the tetragrammaton (yhwh) into a dangling piece of metal, i.e. a † (crux)? that! that's truly barbaric!
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
the polytheistic aspect of christianity (schisms)
christianity is, in part,                                ontologically based, to behave like hinduism...                  in that its root is a polytheism, focusing on                             the opposite of a theology,   or its particularness...                    it's poly-schismatic. catholicism can lie all it wants away, but the fact is simple:   christianity was based upon a focus of an impeding schism...    so i can't see a way out of shouting:        shotgun!               as you rarely do, take the seat in a non-black-cabbie next to the driver... since there isn't one...                   add to it an innumerable cohort of saints... and you're done... at least islam is "schizophrenic", in that the schism took to representing two factions of belief systems...     me? if i were muslim?                  shi'a(h) islam... all the way... christianity just has a messiah complex imbedded in it... and therefore it has so many splinters (schisms) waiting for it, to be reduced to.                orthodox, catholic, protestant, and then all the -isms... luthernism, calvinism, baptism -ism- -ists...    em, second day adventists?             it's like darwinism in a theological sense: look! look at all the theo-diversity!      only now, would you associate the (g)nostic movement in islam (sufism) with shi'a(h) islam... but come on! how can you make poetry      a capitalist "thing"?      you can't compete when writing poetry... you can't compete on an universal basis for a uniform stance of "incompetent" expression...    that **** ain't happening...       i feel with my intensity, and with my intensity alone... you can't compete with what you feel, and then scribble down...        the **** is this "comprehension" / realisation? poetry is not some potato-sack / egg on a spoon race!   in terms of language...      english has already won the culture war...   but chinese, or hindi, as written in sanskrit?    well... that's won the existential war...    a billion here... and a billion over there...        mind you, i'll repeat myself... the polytheistic aspect of christianity is that christianity has a tendency to agitate schisms; it's really a religion of the obelus (÷), or as some might suggest: the obelisk of washington d.c. thank **** it wasn't a giant **** of masonry, with only one / two rooms in it. the ****** religion just implodes,    and schizophrenics itself into a poly-diadem that then tries to resolve some primitive geometric form (square, triangle, a straight line, a dot)    of "respectability"; but reducing the tetragrammaton (yhwh) into a dangling piece of metal, i.e. a † (crux)? that! that's truly barbaric!
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my binary atoms are being smeared wet and mucosal like holes flexing and swelling like being queen of the all-all's watching their heads roll into tentacles that are serving me dropping ontologically immanent grapes into my mouth and fanning me with hexagonal cleopatras glistening and all the whorl is a place to feast
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Untitled
autism is the counter-theoretical term for solipsism. my curiosity at my cat's curiosity concerning a moth; if ever the reverse of the biblical eye-for-an-eye could be true...     it would be            the quivalent of the templar cantos; it's still     but a man    and a cat,         and a cat curious about a moth having    a shadow...   and the man        curious as to how a cat has a meow; fiddly bits, spiders,         scavenging the keyboard for the third silence... beyond alphabet, beyond diacritical markings,              beyond all knwon skeletal procession celebrated in mexico...              i admit, a cat fetish... **** me, aren't cats ontologically                      autistic? for me orangutans resemble down syndrome...            as cats resemble autism.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
hospitaller re.: templar cantos (orangutan & bonsai tigers)