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About Lying

“A lie is signalled by the liar looking away, generally down and to the left.” Not necessarily.

If you have lied successfully and feel the urge to confess I have one word of advice; Don’t. You’re not doing it for the sake of anyone else, you’re doing it for yourself and it almost always has bad consequences. The best lies are mostly true, but slanted by means of comments and implications.

Language doesn’t allow telling the truth. The actual truth lies in the experience itself and not at all with the unavoidable distortions that language (its definitions and complete lack of ability to express personal experiences are what cause this; language is devised for communication and thus only for group experience; unique interpretations are beyond its ability to support, which is why original thinkers–I’m not claiming to be one–experience unending failure to communicate). Remember and absorb that.

And then remember that what your groups actually know about you is very little.

Also, at least the largest part of the so-called unconscious mind is simply that part which doesn’t employ language. If you’re dubious that we don’t think in language, consult any neurologist.

April 16, 2020 at 2:39 pm Leave a comment

About The Stimulus Check

The Portal only works if you had a refund or owed money on income tax. Also, it’s giving some Social Security direct deposit accounts a message that…they don’t have enough information to send it. YOU CANNOT COMMUNICATE WITH IRS ATT*.

Also, of course, payments are being delayed so Trump’s signature can be on checks. How…how…admirable of him. Another ‘new’ for the presidency. He may have done a lot more than any other president; unfortunately, that’s because almost all his moves were bad and none were entirely good.

*at this time

April 16, 2020 at 12:25 pm 1 comment

in gratitude for an absence

In gratitude for an absence
it seems
I have my words again
after a year’s near-silence;
i returned

to that land that lies
before the fences and lanes
that language builds
and it stunned me dumb.

now, I have both worlds again.
better, i no longer
hear your words.

silence, blessed silence
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For the first time in many years I am showing newly-written poetry publicly.

April 13, 2020 at 3:25 am Leave a comment

In Reply

To the people for whom I used to work,

Okay, I got your message. Mind you, that means you’ve gotten mine after fifty years or so.

I’ll be perfectly happy to work with you, for you, or as a consultant. I still have some things of interest to say. Your methods of hiding information don’t work for someone like me, but then there are very few of us. Well, from what was told me and why you inducted me, I may be a bit more rare, but that’s inconsequential.

I could use more data. I haven’t told anything modern to foreign nationals, and what I have told is via social networks. As long as it was never officially verified I worked for you, I could say nearly anything I wanted. There was also of course the deadman switch consideration, since I could easily have been regarded as a bit of dirt to be swept up and thrown out rather than conveniently and untidily hidden under the carpet. I no longer mention in electronic comms—accessible to view by anyone—anything to do with what might possibly be regarded as sensitive. By the way, should some of this seem ironic (“sarcastic”) don’t worry, I wouldn’t possibly wish to hurt your feelings…it is. Even though already owed, this isn’t for compensation.

My history will reveal that I can indeed understand things correctly from insufficient data. This is a one-time offer. Otherwise, read my memoirs. Or my laptop. With the office you set up here (coincidentally at the same time I moved here) you can have someone knock on my door and ask to talk to me. Imagine the opportunities!

-Especially since you’ve finally acknowledged my contributions but without any extra reward.

April 13, 2020 at 3:06 am Leave a comment

A Question

My ex-wife instituted divorce proceedings and yet today when I told her I’d see her tomorrow she burst out sobbing. Should I feel sympathy?

March 22, 2020 at 4:29 pm Leave a comment

A Long Absence

I was very sick for about a year; I used to weigh over 160 pounds and now I struggle to stay at 125; at the worst I weighed 107 pounds. A crumbling marriage took my appetite in the first place; in the second I carried around walking pneumonia for FIFTY YEARS. Yokosuka (my home port during the Vietnam war, since I was assigned to the admiral’s (ComSeventhFlt–7th Fleet is all Far East and he is in charge of all U.S. armed forces there–there was an epidemic of walking pneumonia with only antibiotic for officers. I found out to avoid the medics over this, because there was an associated mortality rate; they only gave expectorants to enlisted.

The antibiotic for that cleaned out the intestinal flora and fauna and I nearly died–at 107 I was put on a liquid diet, for 4 days. They had no choice about that.

Talking about the marriage and dissolution would be extraordinarily stupid. I am not divorced and any talk about an ongoing situation involving the law is somewhere between unwise and illegal. In many ways I don’t want to talk about it because it resurrects memories that are at best stressful and generally painful; I don’t live with her now, after 20 years.

During that year (and a few months) I wrote nearly no poetry. That’s the first time since I started writing poetry at 9. I’m writing again, even keeping a journal on a laptop meant especially for writing–and for time in hospitals. I doubt the pneumonia is cured, and I’m now terrified by hospitals. Part of the reason is what’s happened to me in hospitals, the other stems from being confined in a VA facility (American Lakes); I was overdosed and my leg was mis-set.

The usual timeline for Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Type VII (7), gives me less than 4 years to live. Since I feel more pain every day, I’m not frightened by the idea. I intend to write about a couple of things concerning coronavirus.

March 22, 2020 at 12:43 pm Leave a comment

“One thing all liars have in common (brace yourself)…”

They fart a lot.

 

Sorry, but I think that every time I see the ad.  To make things worse [fair warning, you might not want to read this.]

 

There’s been a lot of scientific speculation about why humans and dogs got together.  The actual explanation is quite simple.  We hadn’t invented toilet paper yet

October 3, 2019 at 3:24 pm Leave a comment

dawn

dawn

having woken from some dream
of holding you, still
tasting your mouth’s imprint, clasp
recorded by warmed skin’s cooling, i
sit and shiver, waiting for dawn.

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Yes, actually, that’s real.  Some partings are occasioned by necessity, and any bitterness (apart from deities and the like) directed not at self, not at her–not at life–no, the bitterness was the experience itself.  “No blame.”

January 1, 2019 at 2:03 pm Leave a comment

of sundry avoidances

of sundry avoidances

yes, those crosses stand askew
upon their hill; it’s
been so for years, since before
i was a boy. you

can hardly see the stains
now, though, time’s
many hands having cleansed
wood though not memory

i think sometimes
those nails pierced more than
palms and legs, as if
we’d been forever soulcaught

in that act, all executioners
all torturers
quite unable to preserve
even that we think to love

–but that’s merely idle fancy
and beer will fill this emptiness
quite nicely and we can
at least pretend to forget

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Previously published elsewhere on the web.  I still find it flawed.

 

 

 

December 30, 2018 at 9:40 pm Leave a comment

For John Varley

For John Varley

Immersed once in silvery
reflections (how smooth
this metallic mask, this muse!)
in that cavern
(resting on quicksilver
on Mercury),
entranced, i was moved
(but we were trapped, and oxygen
was short) to touch your breast,
recreate that fearsome beast.
(I thought my desire
‘incestuous.’)

Did you sense my momentary
desire
behind my suit’s silvery mask?–you offered,
and i rejected.
How odd to find later that both desire
and rejection
were directed at myself!
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This is based on one of his short stories, and genetic doppelgangers, spare bodies meant to be kept mindless, and…I won’t give you any more of it. He was fascinated by the whole thing for quite a while.

December 25, 2018 at 6:45 pm Leave a comment

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