People, Or, Why I Don't get Out Much (The Talk To The Hand Version)

"People, Or, Why I Don't get Out Much"
©1980 by a female faust.
Reproductions unauthorized without permission.
Credit where credit most assuredly due:  
"Talk to the Hand" image by aliee-s on Deviant Art. 

Be seeing you.

To Jeremiah Young, who died before we met, I think

 

to jeremiah, who died just before we met, i think

(a poem by a faust)

a friend of a friend 

upon whom did depend

all manner of things now set free

a few days ago through 

some people i know

wrote some words that managed to reach me

after he died, 

after he died --

between that moment and this one he died --

everything strange no doubt rearranged

but how could it be, to me

how is it this way for me?

that each separate word nevermore to be heard

as should be, said by him, properly

now only in silence 

in the mind of a stranger

speaks 

as soon enough mine will, 

for me.

Death sucks.
Be seeing you.

mikey likes the illuminati

i am so tired of the stupid illuminati-as-bad-guys disinfo bullshit.
it was tired when it was born, four hundred years ago.

its tired now.

only difference is that then, the fit though few cogniscenti
all thought it was too silly a flipmode to ever be believed.
Giordano Bruno warned us about the media.....

little chains of love that they bind around your minds.


so, ineffectually perhaps, i played with some equations
as i meditated on these things.

h/t to @ArtofeVan.

 

Be seeing you.

The Nervous Leader, a meme from a faust

badly photoshopped by yours truly.

For more info, read about the 'nervous leader' here.

Be seeing you.

voir not so dire | a work in progress

layout and content by a female faust

 

we wander we wonder forgotten

we were wrong, we tried, and we failed

but what if that was the thing that was rotten

what if judge, jury and jail

threw not the book but their hearts in

could they make you make yourself well,

if you did would you know you were real

Be seeing you.

Sonnet: To My Godmother

No reprint without permission.

Sonnet for my Godmother (perhaps unfinished)

Neither, itself, perfection impossible (proving me, perhaps, passably wise)

would this seem, to me, surely, were it meant for just any one --

this, that I am compelled, yet again, yet again! to revise --

no, nor, even half so literally incapable of being done.

Knowing this is no help at all, notwithstanding my knowing it well;

that and a phone call is calling you; who first proved to me someone could care,

could love without twisting that love to force or defraud or compel,

that love is in fact not about proof at all ;  love is about being there --

-- and about patience, and listening. These I learned, first, from you,

or rather, I thought I had learned, or perhaps should say "want" or "am still"

because learning this theory in practice would be a start at respect you are due

and to teaching my own godchildren, by example, love under will -- 

-------------------------------   and maybe, just maybe -- is it so much?

I would finally know how to get in touch.

People, Or Why I Don't Get Out Much | a poem by a faust

PEOPLE 

or why i don't get out much

by a female faust

this instantiation for xeni

they talk to me & 

wait

to see if i agree & smile

& if i play w/what they say

i know they'll stay  -- awhile

& when they go 

they'll never know that long ago

i learned (they think they share

(& think 

i care) when its 

their

words

returned)

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
(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.

"hunc erit novum ordinem saeculorum"

First Church of the Last Human

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.

This Remembers Until Delighted You

UPDATE
see
medical imaging technique detects and records human emotion, or, Fuck Friendship

& always remember to be wary 



or, The Righteous Unrelenting Delightful You*

click to enlarge

love

and also with you














*that as it turned out was a lying evil cunt

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!

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.

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

Conjuring a Buddhist to Virtual Appearance

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

"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.

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

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

1

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

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 unbiaséd.  A god, thou art become: Life -- thy World -- create;

Not by loose words accomplished: thyAction fast secures thy Fate.

a female faust

Holy Guardian Angel (another instantiation)

dedicated to Mo (this time)

by a female faust

perhaps, not so rare | a poem by a faust

perhaps is perhaps not so rare


keep still, as if yet you are young, and like everything
young, practicing, lie
so very v e r y

s   t     i       l         l              .                    .                           .

watching where the wood meets the walls in the corner
as the dust moves with the air your heart displaces
as the dust is tirelessly gathering time to itself
as your air settles and is still and as you

b r e a t h e

staying so still.  Possible futures ebb and flow, gather and die
the world threatening to make real enough the magick at which it had but hinted
proof enough that the burden
the proof
not yours
is

as it were your own if you are become like Cassandra or Cressid
living as you dream
alone

you cannot explain, will not even start to,
you haven't the words as they must be in time
to a rhythm not yours, even had you the rhyme
nothing is yours till you can take it apart, til

you put it back together again.

setting out to do this proves on whose side the world is and
your heart is
the heart of a child, a feather, a friend

the whole world.  intact.  unaware it is special.  unaware that so rare a thing
that its you.

the dust will remember you, and live:

but you are the memory, and love.

the unspoken within is perhaps not alone
the unspoken within is perhaps as you choose






for Kayla P.
in response to "Shangri la"

democracy(childhood)'s end, or, trusting the government after Fukushima

democracy(childhood)'s end 

or, trusting the government after Fukushima

the end of an innocence (finally)

that was born around 1970

(or was it back further, can you see?

somewhere round 1933?)

we thought they could see what we saw

we sought what they bid us look for 

if they overlooked we would ignore

(sure all the while that justice was law --

-- but it isn't, because the law isn't just

made of logic and ethics and trust)

as ashes to ashes so they are not us

dust to radioactive dust

by a female faust

dedicated to or-well for the inspiration

Like A Cat (Crossing A Room)

(song lyrics, or so i imagine, having not yet written the tune.)

Like A Cat (Crossing A Room)

dedicated to Emilia, of whose glamour it must be said one could glimpse an elusive gothic perfection at times.  should one desire such things. 

If the rumours I started are true
And you have a master plan
I'd call this success were I you
You take your victories  -- where you can

You make me forget
You make me forget
You make me forget like a cat
You make me forget
You make me forget
You make me forget just like that

Forever seductively new
If I practice, I'd never withstand
Though of course this cannot really be you
I  take inspiration -- where I can

The Sudden Change Of Indoor Climate: Perhaps Not An Objective Phenomenon

"The Sudden Change Of Indoor Climate: Perhaps Not An Objective Phenomenon"

Being 

A Graphicall Representation 

of The Immediate, Unmistakeable, Most Physical Response

(No Doubt An Effect Intentional)

Of A Certayne Rather Choice Turn of Phrase 

Encountered In Recent Correspondence

With A Gentleman Of Some Notoriety

With The Pleasure Of Whose Aquaintance 

(Happily Saving The Virtuall)

I Sadly Remain Yet Unfamiliar.

Such Is The Hope, Your Effect | a poem by a faust

  

such is the hope, your effect

as powerful exact as if coded and not spoken

those projects that your project's projects try to get to when they can

were all the web redacted it wouldn't be forever broken

unconcerned with seeming as befits the wit to plan