Sunday, December 21, 2014

Unless Our Spirit Wakes In Us We'll Drown:
On This All Too Near But Most Unnecessary Apocalypse

Unless Our Spirit Wakes In Us We'll Drown <br /> (Or, Thoughts On This All Too Near but Most Unnecessary Apocalypse)


Unless
Our Spirit
Wakes In Us
We'll Drown

(Or, On This All Too Near but Most Unnecessary Apocalypse)

by a female faust*


We all of us together living dream alone,1
& when all is (almost) said, & some of it is done
stand, if we are lucky, on the shoulders of those peers
made expert by experiment, if not enough by years.


It's like that story with the garden, you know, the chick, the snake:
They struggle to sedate us;
We struggle to awake.


This 'They' is a neither unified nor organized assault,
is powerful, relentless, one-pointed to a fault.
Despite its seeming gentleness, we find tsunami2 threatening:
So should we recognize the enemies
of dreamer, set, & setting.3..


...even if within our Selves. Especially. Could be that part deciding!4
(What?) (When?)(What if?) the question overpowers, our innocence confiding
as bright of eye & pointy tailed as government recruits
set up to be knocked down
by once trusted men in suits.


Where -- this metaphor... does not 'do justice,' is also where -- the Law...
ius, iura 5may be both, my Friend,
but in the end, l'Etat c'est Moi.6


So... 'let us go then, you & I,'7 indeed, this time to make a vow
as holy & as sacred as any we know how
as serious as if our hearts hung in some balance otherwise8
to do a little more each day to extirpate their lies.


If all of us (imagine!) at once withheld informed consent
TPTB9 would find their hands were forced --
most fully --
to relent --


...& ...not in empty word alone! ...although... so difficult a vision
hinges more upon our accuracy than it does upon precision:
for it must vanquish at long last the forces of stagnation,
of corporate indifference, of fascist machination,10


that in this foreboding pre-apocalypse seems to me sine qua non11
of all the creeping evil that we, together, face
& all of us, right here, right now, must choose to carry on:
Must create anew this broken World
Must save the Human Race.


notes *originally dedicated to Dr. James Fadiman of Sofia University.
    Joseph Conrad, "Heart of Darkness," (cinematized as "Apocalypse Now"), Marlow(!) "expresses this feeling en route to Kurtz," "We live as we dream, alone." Has haunted this faust. Read about it here; also worth grokking the interpretations of Gang of Four, here, and of Mr. Michael Stipe, in his introduction to this song.
See note 4.
    see amazing footage from 3/11, Japan. It is cued for the moment the memory of which directly inspired this line -- but so fascinating, it is worth rewinding to see the whole thing. (... uh, rewinding?!)
    As per Altered States' "...And I'm going to find the fucker", also Leary, and thus the Illuminatus! trilogy; Sufism....
    Means both "justice" and "law" -- see here.
    "The State, it is I." Attributed to Louis XIV of France; read more here.
    first line of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. Read it here.
    see the Myth of Anubis, your Lawyer in the After-world, here.
    "The Powers That Be" chat
    line originally was "of corporate indifference, of negligence, of prejudice, of pride, of self serving short-sighted negligence, of force, of fraud, of will-full misuse, of hypocrisy, of abuse, of lies, of fascist machination......"
    "without the which, nothing" [Latin]



thank you Darren Wilson for being the vehicle for the Ghost that did not and will never give or be given up upon

Be seeing you.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

lostkat found, or, to a friend whose mother may have learned something, or not


commemorating my having found out that a dear friend (after patience deserving praise, and, in the face of much bullshit, acting with a decorum that commands compassion and respect), at long last told her mother what she thought of her, a none too pleasant experience on her mother's part but one which i have no doubt was both accurate and richly deserved:

in video form, a poem.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

all of me to All of You | another instantiation, dedicated


...to A-Commoner-Wryer-Ilk...










all of me (to All of You

reflected in the eyes you see i
live forever Now & never
once the same)

as Gods we walk as mortals dream
alone together fear
(the Secret in the game(

i find i give you All -- of me -- 
& you
i know you know
that Beauty is a dare)

for what you see you merely seem
though everything is) here
i am (a mirror)
stare



a female faust
nyc 1983

Monday, August 25, 2014

She Said Yes!



To what?  To an evening of Dark Delight, dancing and drinking and disporting....


the above was just as a screenshot.  the ascii art will not reproduce.

Be seeing you.  Some sooner than others!

Sunday, August 24, 2014

JSUNPACK IS BACK: WOO-HOO! | a bit of verse in celebration

in  gratitude and celebration: 




Dedicated, of course, to those responsible for jeek.org, where you may find jsunpack, as well as links to the source thereof, which this green geek must confess she had not the wit either to reanimate or to compile correctly during its long absence of her beloved generic javascript checker.

Let my long held fondness be proven, should proof entertain and delight, by its appearance in my silly little firefox searchplugin:
and the tutorial I wrote for a friend to go with it.

 As usual, the text of this poem is appended cleverly in tiny one-point-sized text below (unless of course you have overridden that preference). 

Thanks again, jsunpack.jeek.org.



JSUNPACK IS BACK: WOO HOO!

A Bit Of Verse To Mark The Happy Day 


Just imagine: that yet unclicked link may be -- a disguise --

Sent securely, it's safe, surely -- certainly it seems

Uninfected by virulent malware, or suspicious prize.

Not reassuring.  Netizens wise, from such schemes,

Protect themselves and their browsing with one simple tool:

All before accounts are made empty, or inboxes full.

Credit be given where credit is due: 

Know what you click on before it knows you.











Be seeing you.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Palestinian Question | a poem by a faust (revised)





revised 8/18 -- first version here, for anyone who cares to see how my poems evolve (even though no one instance proves the rule actually) (and should one be that interested, please leave a comment, i would love to hear from you.  comments are why i blog).


The Palestinian Question
written even as Gaza is being bombed
again, like some Polish ghetto


to, when and no matter how frightening,
abandon that civilized ruth --

(useful obviously not whatsoever)
and endeavor this answer with truth;

to see in all the reporting, inventing,
slightly rephrased
the tired Question is brought;

to it we are taught responses;
by stinking trick long we've consented;
from it be assured, war will soon have new criminals wrought;

observe before you react.
sometimes you will be called
(coarse, too biased, or slight)

the truth may from actual facts -- not from talk --
-- but pay attention to
sources -- be startled squarely into the light:

the power
of a people it would repent me are mine
of Zion, a cancerous ill:

the horror
of a father's cries in Palestine
if his child
this Answer
will kill.




by a female faust




Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Sonnet To Paul Schou On The Occasion Of His Wedding by a female faust












Sonnet to Paul Schou, 
Who Has Translated So Many Of My Binaries, 
Celebrating the Happy Occasion of His Wedding


Like how two divers phrases may, invoked together as one 'string,'
See two Fortunes wax as great as now two one new meaning find :
Long having nurtured separate natures, what uniqueness each may bring
May be, with care, protected, with no importance left behind.

If any find this celebratory verse too - unremarkable,
let hasty Judgement yet be silenced, that Love Proper be respected;
For every Great Work become successful, for every Voyage made embarkable,
there are Ten Thousand things quotidian that must needs not be neglected.

Thus my advice to both of you is, above all, be careful to be Honest
That is, to pay attention to the other's words, not one's own second guess,
Love as bravely, and as fiercely, as you both well know you each Love best
Seek to place no blame upon the another.... Love will see to all the rest.

So this end-user, blessed these many years with her own Mr. Right, 
has perhaps successfully - Xlated - the solid goodness of your site.



written with love this 18 June 2014 by a female faust

Sunday, April 6, 2014

"WE HEAR YOU" NSA MEME





h/t and heartfelt thanks to the (possibly French) genius who first created this meme -- 
so good i heard about but could not find it.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

For Mr. Michael Rivero, Webmaster, WhatReallyHappened





For Mr. Michael Rivero,
The Webmaster Of WhatReallyHappened
or, a prayer of overcoming formidable illness

by a female faust

Good people know that deceit under cover
Eventually will out -- but since none live forever
That may happen not soon enough, or fast

What we found, by telling, and sharing, we could
Effectively hasten this justice, even cause -- we would
Live to see the world made right again, because -- we should
Laugh at long last then, as we should, at long last.

Some of us practiced and got good -- very --
Out-searching out-smarting out-thinking them
Outstanding so from the silent many:
Nemo vir est qui mundum non reddat meliorem

May this verse move the Heavens to bend circumstances
If needed invoke favor of God
Call upon Angels and Spirits and Chances
Health of our Michael restore. Healthy -- and happy --
Already and obviously wise
Enough to inspire us all; our
Love in return no surprise





Monday, January 27, 2014

To The Man Who Sees To The Fukushima News





To The Man Who Sees To The Fukushima News
or, to all who wrest truth from the teeth of convention

Because you are and have been, because --  you, now, & real
because true power stands, seen (& sees who'll cower & heel)
because over because through because up because to 
because with because for because from because you

What had you in common with the others who knew
What answers, what questions; what sources, and who
What to sift through, to skim, summarize as you do
What hangs in the balance gives you vigour anew

Who that can must be doing despite what others can do 
Who that does if he does finds he may in turn be done to
Who that has, and has had, finds up coming his due
Who that sees what is done finds in others his cue

Wherefore you have out of all of us, if fit, still too few
Wherefore all the more needed against panic anew  
Wherefore Truth, patient Truth, if untold, is still true
 Wherefore you, but one man, are -- as fearless as two

by a female faust



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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

a thank you to a friend, inexplicably, in verse




May I point out the acrostic.  Have a wonderful, wonderful day.

Be seeing you.







Noumenal Variable, (or, Irrational, Remainder?)

--- thanking you kindly, inexplicably, in verse 

Times such as mere uniqueness cannot measure
have nonetheless a common bond at last revealed
among them. Familiar. A scent of the unexperienced, a taste
neither describable nor explicable, nor even -- as I
know it must, my friend, appear --  warranted.  Of course,
        I know better, I know proper, I know
        not to  -- but here, immanent, I know that the
        Good that grows thickly, and so attempt in verse.
You are not expected to understand, but may if you wish, that the
outcome of actions you doubted remarkable was, somehow,
understood as a sweet and sudden juxtaposed perfection







Saturday, January 11, 2014

a poem by a faust to her lover





To my Lover,  
who by example liveth more than he doth know
by a female faust

Such wonders would be worked my love for you by me alone
were I to live as  successful, sure, & confident, as my dreams possible have shewn
that, sometime sad,  more often lazy,  perhaps I have become... inclined...
to depend too much upon such shadows for what fix quick haste may find.

But of course one could have prophesied as much  --  that is,  if one had but your Skill,
to make,  in thickest chaos,  Observations objective by shear Will;
by Iudgement near unbiasĂ©d.  A god, thou art become: Life -- thy World -- create;
Not by loose words accomplished: thyAction fast secures thy Fate.

a female faust