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Knowledge & Conversation

Who lives but to nourish us, guide us, remind us of what we knew (& should still) -- the Love that founded us finds us when, sighing with sorrows, we toy with regret, from where -- just up ahead -- 

laughing -- well, no giving up yet! Never thinking to question the why of this Dreaming -- nor dreaming of answers -- after all -- only sleeping -- but given this Beauty, these Joys and this Now, Give your Angel a moment to find you a How...

deus ex nihilo

deus ex nihilo  
                              (a fragment)

a in for amy way out of this please

b cause b better knows better than b what b sees

c is for the sadness heaving leaving exhausted, dry

d arrives representing that all of us die

each and every one of us will most certainly die

freedom elusive nonetheless guarantee

grace annoyingly sets us free

Scott Olsen Speaks Again: the #Occupation Rejoices (a poem)

To Scott Olsen, Marine, 

Veteran of the Oakland Occupation

Standing straight, saluting, sometimes smiling  --  Spirit shining

Courage creating choice, choosing clarity, certain, calm 

Offers one opportunity, obvious over others:

To take the time to teach things thorough

To tell the teachers to teach the truth

O #OccupyOakland, obstinate, outspoken 

Learning, living, laughing, loving

Successes surely seem

Effective, even earned,

Now

faust's poem 2 Anonymous: "The Spirit Immortal"

the spirit immortal

(or, in starry eyed admiration dedicated to Anonymous)

All the best of us, hackers, wings far from untested,

attain our prize but per accindens –although few of us guessed it –

the rest are intending, (to practice) or

dependent, per...
- haps,

 ...on the defaults reconfigured --
(our own, or our app's).*

:philosophies hammerless : dreams lacking anvils :

:contending
(- in theory- ) 
:for the souls of immortals:    
                                                                                                                                                               we see their errors turn fatal, prove vapor, 
where shown but void due to muteness, that threatened to 0wn

& still they have stayed – with us – 
                                      were staid – to us – 
                                                                  would state "us," & quo –

Ut alteri vadis, warranto; alteri quorum, quid pro.

This is causa enough (should reason persever) 

to recognize, laugh at, and ---

(but be sure to remember

to anticipate everything 

while expecting it never)

---exlploit cheerfully, thoroughly, such evil endeavor.

Success (of course) is your proof,

by your choice,

at whatever:

to know, and to will, and to dare demand never

be told of the odds

that one changes

if clever.

 

through many revisions was yet draft: 2007 - 2010; now and forevermore dedicated to Anonymous

*with this line a revision dedicated to Douglas Rushkoff

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the lengths that i would go to: the distance in your eyes

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'Fuck it, Don't Fuck With Me Anymore,  Send Me -- & If I sport a Fashion After Which Your Poetry Wears but Rarely, --- What Harm Is There In That?'

Or, You Could Preface With A Warning -- Without Which It Would Have Gone Unnoticed --  Only To Find Its Just The Thing

dear sir or sometime someone certainly

your recent communication

containing it seemed to me the delicate gossamer intricacies of everyday & moment

somehow captured and displayed without hurting them 

and, even as things-in-themselves wriggle out of one comprehension and into another

nonetheless this fact does not -- and this is the real mystery -- itself bring a screeching halt

my abruptly unsuspended disbelief

stubborn, envious, wanting only the tech, how was this done -- no --

curious this,

or perhaps not, were i tomorrow, or you, or a close friend of mine

but tomorrow, or you, my friend, or you, mr. sometime someone certainly

are not going to die when its my turn to die

do not live as i live

in the in betweens most elusive

revealed perfectly individual yet seemingly categorical 

these beginnings of knowing

another

human 

being

by their recent communication, which 

(it becomes necessary to inform 

and quickly now, before one is able)

which email, so it seems, is even now in the process of being processed

and due to unforseen um due to the um do tedium dew te deum

per force mance angst i it  

-- purr form and its high aint he -- 

-- -- prefer man's hands I & he -- -- -

- -- -- before meant & sigh ain't  -- --- ---

--- ---- performance ------------- anxiety -------------------------

this moment is new is unlike before this response this here this now we all of us rely on pattern and familiarity on reiteration interpellation

the ideal is yet glimpsed intermittently conceived daily  reinvented hourly reinvents itself constantly but it must concede it cannot remember in this process ever experiencing itself being narrated 

however haltingly 

in real time 

still it probably is nothing new

to receive reply that merely holds the place

that hopefully bears no resemblance to all the less than perfect

that briefly says dear 

dear mr keisling we are considering your last 

i am 

will reply shortly

only heaven help me for all the times i fell far short of what i see

If this is Hell | With Apologies @Mr. Christopher Marlowe

by his friend, a female Faust








.

with apologieß @ one Mr. Christopher Marlowe^*

If this is hell -- 

but I'll not,  in fact,  

be willynglie so damnéd:

What, for reading, blogging, tweeting & researching?

^*the which I do trust him to accept most readilie:

e'en  thiß  verisame maye indeed 

be seen most happilye, 

& resulteth in lossynge nor ioye nor meanynge 

time: a stage in area | a poem by a faust

now available in several formats.


the poet has been playing with html
there are many ways to escape sorrow, no?


click header for popup /new tab.


a semi-interactive, somewhat psychedelic, 
iframe-happy, double-data-URI-dependent, 
base-64-encoded-and-thus-IE-unfriendly,
at-times-breathtakingly-beautiful
transparent overlay poetry experience:

as image with that signature feminine-faustian feel

as text: usually somewhere on the page, for those paying attention

.

time 

a stage in area 

pursuing the act 

– or 

to the heights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

remembered 

sublime 

dramatic 

      

each peak        

(to me)(will be) 

more real 

  

reviewing the fact 

– or 

brilliant 

lights 

of 

a 

not 

yet 

dismembered 

Divine 

Chromatic 

      

the weak        

(you see) 

(in me) 

will heal 

Time | a poem by a faust

there are a few versions of this one.

time

a stage in area















pursuing the act

– or




to the heights






of

a

not

yet

remembered










sublime

dramatic











each peak

(to me)(will be)

more real












reviewing the fact

– or




brilliant

lights







of

a

not

yet

dismembered










Divine

Chromatic












the weak

(you see)

(in me)

will heal

POEM | not enough to honor Mark Duggan | may be sufficient to thank Darcus Howe | by a faust

not enough of a verse to honor Mark Duggan

in this Historical Moment, (to speak the plain Truth),

were a conflict a riot, an insurrection, unrest,

were possessions more precious 

than a flesh and blood youth,

still the sins 

of these idiots 

would never 

be blessed

but enough (though informally) to thank Darcus Howe

nick of sometime | a poem by a faust

nick of sometime

isn't this where

in that old red armoury 

-- rings a bell still, rang many 

hours 

days 

years 

seen and confidant countless fears 

now the former, as above, 

now the latter , doubtless loved

we came in

current by virtue of character

current by virtue of character

character is fate over time

fate is the actions of thought

thought comes from knowing the self

Faust's Poem to Anonymous, As It Should Have Been All Along

the spirit immortal

(or, in starry eyed admiration dedicated to Anonymous)

All the best of us, hackers, wings far from untested,

attain our prize but per accindens – and a few may have guessed it –

the rest intending, (to practice) or

dependent per haps

on if they remembered to factor themselves in their maps.

:: philosophies hammerless :: dreams lacking anvils :: ::

:: can but weakly tempt consciousness:: cannot plunder or own ::

but nonetheless, obstinate, moot, and with trivial pointlessness

still stayed – with us – still staid – to us – still state us, & quo –

Ut alteri vadis, warranto; alteri quorum, quid pro.

This is causa enough (should reason persever) 

to  recognize, laugh at, and  ---- but be sure to remember

to anticipate everything while expecting it never --

Exlploit cheerfully thoroughly such evil endeavor.

Success (of course) is your proof:,

by your choice,

at whatever:

to know and to will and to dare demand never

be told of the odds

that one changes

if clever.

 through many revisions was yet draft: 2007 - 2010; now and forevermore dedicated to Anonymous

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