Reading Books & People

The more books you read, the better reader you become.

Because books are written by people about either people or things people do, reading books also helps you read people.

You pay more attention to subtleties like past events, context, tone and word choice when you read books or people. There really is no difference.

Some people, like books, are harder to read than others, but if you have time and patience nothing and no one are absolutely unreadable.

It's a common refrain these days though that people really don't read anything. They skim or look something (usually very short) over from time to time, but beyond that they really don't read anymore.

If you don't read a lot of books, there must be some impact. Since reading sharpens your ability to detect and understand subtleties, by not reading your perception and understanding may remain dull and common.

Perhaps this explains the numerous misunderstandings that arise between people.

Whilst the work place demands absolutely clear and direct prose in communication, if you spoke to friends and loved ones in such a manner life would become as dull and staid as a generic floor in some corporate office.

These days, however, I have heard that several loved ones "need me to be clearer and more direct" about future plans and events that are in no way clear or directly knowable ahead of time.

Last night I heard it again. After I was told that, I took a long sip of my wonderfully bitter, slightly hoppy and perfectly fragrant Omija Ale, and thought, "How sad that no one seems to be able to read me."

I guess I expect more of others. If anyone bothered to read between my lines, or remember who I have always been and the loving words shared over long talks they would hear all that they apparently want stated directly, and more.

Reading isn't special. What reading allows for, though, is a richness and fullness of our human experience.

I would expect others to want to live as rich and full a life as possible, but since this requires people to read, maybe my lowly expectations of others are simply too high.

That is just so damn sad.

But at least I have you though, right?

Happy Valentines Day everybody;)

Miguel - Skywalker

Outstanding so I stand out
More babes than a bath house
Top gun I'm like Tom Cruise
I play for keeps and I don't lose
You more than love it cuz I'm cool as a breeze
So pick a poison, yeah I got what you need
Nonchalant got the green on rotation all night
We gonna keep it psychadelic like a cap and stem
Catch a wave on us
Take a shot, make a friend, just enjoy the moment
Luke Skywalkin' on these haters
Celebrate everyday like a birthday
Things come to those who wait up
Don't wait to jump in too long
Don't sleep you gotta stay up
Don't sleep you gotta stay up

Off Key

Off key
But she likes me
Arms entwined
But time unwinds
Somehow foreign
But here born in
I'm deep bottled
Her, near tee-totaled

Oatmeal raison
Red velvet cake 'n
Wearin' same shirts 'n

Words left unsaid
But heard in bed
Somehow so different
But of same filiment
Cuddling atop covers
Alarm breaks slumber
But she still likes me
Off key

Too Real

Too real
To the real
Not political
Fuck that

Can't be
But sees
Their needs
Fucks that

Walks a line
What's fine
Or a crime
Fuck it

Most deep
Likes to creep
But weeps
Fucks given

Locked eyes
So high
In her thighs
We fucks

Not binary
More spectrum-ary
Future come early
Fucking to the real

Dreads

People aren't like people;
They be everyone else.
Everyone else be like
Groups of yall.
Groups be the dreads
Of life shit.
Shit yall know everyone;
Else you aint human.
But who is?

Justice (as defined on the TV drama 'Billions')

Justice:
Rooted in truth,
watered by tenacity and
flowering in wisdom.
Maybe the single most beautiful expression of man kind.

~ U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of NY Chuck Rhoades (Billions, s01e10)

Re-do

Walking across once well worn floors,
now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for
time to leave them be,
and so I leave.

In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap,
I channel my 李白, illuminating the shared gap
between τέχνη and ροίησις,
whilst violence rages beyond the borders that keep us.

Pittering late afternoon rain patters the city,
blanketed in mist amidst the howl of all things windy
from whence
time has slipped past since.

The last gasps of breath escape persed lips, vision fading before
brothers of other shores
destroy and claim amore;
waves crashing, stealing fore.

Swirling silent it spins, blackness blanketing its evermore,
nothing to be heard for nothing is forevermore;
time sleeps, no stir, no beat,
and so I leave.


李白       : Li Bai
τέχνη    : Techne
ροίησις : Poïesis

Innovative Incubation

But how?
Most queer
Things here
Never clear
Bloom late
Fate fates
Until Now

That Laugh

That laugh, oh man~~ that laugh.

Crisp autumn afternoons, relaxed hand-clasped walks through Jeong-dong and that laugh!
Caught in a Dali-esque golden frame of wind blown leaves on Nam-san and man~~ that smile!
Quixotic scene of old and new Jung-gu apartments with us just loungin' above, staring boy~~ at those eyes!
Carried to the altar in our loves warm embrace, we stand and hold hands, I love you and oh~~ that laugh!

Home

I hope, that anyone who feels that they are alone in any crowd, can find brethren and sisters within this little world we have right here.

I hope every mother fucker that visits this space aspires to be a FM member.  Because you will be able to create the content that expresses who you are, and as such speak to others who share such likes and change their lives accordingly.

More 'yous' than you think exist.

I hope that what you create changes more than what I wrote; you will change more than the world.

The future: be you.

Welcome home.

Fuckin' Isotopes

The sky is full of smoke
And fuckin' isotopes.
Do I sit back and toke
Because I haven't hope?

Now: so dope, so dope.

Days of the Week (휴일근무 생활화의 효과)

수요일 같은 화요일. 휴.
목요일 같은 화요일. 답답.
화요일 같은 화요일? 아직도 꿈?

Words on tap

What are you doing? Or, what are you really doing? And, what do you really want to be doing?

Walking across once well worn floors, now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for time to leave them be, and so I leave.

In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap, I channel my 李白 and illuminate the secret affinity between τέχνη and ροίησις, all the while violence rages outside and past the borders beyond...

What are we doing? Or, what are we really doing? And, what will we be (really) doing?

세월 (歲月)

세월이 침몰했다.
이제 세월이 지나갔다는말과
동일한 의미가 되어버렸다.
어제는 어제지만
어제의 어제도 오늘이었다.
그리하여 내일이 될 오늘을
매초 매초 소중하게 생각하고 있으리라.
세월이 침몰하기 이전이니까...

Blinding Effluvium

Blind:
All this motherfucking pollution,
Effluvium:
All wants, desires; E Pluribus Unon.

한강 개나리

Those spring spots of yellow,
Do well to soothe this fellow.

Heart heavy and eyes the same,
No one but myself to blame.

Sorry will never do for you,
To cover over all I couldn't do.

But this know over and above,
Always, forever we'll share our love.

Blink

Standing on the precipice, with the horizon at it's widest looking out wondering what will unfold upon it, he stares starry eyed.  I push him off.

After years sojourning in the academe constructing scaffolding to support her left-leaning intellectual conception of new Marxish thought, she climbs atop.  I topple the structure.

Returning to the shanty town after dumping last nights vile concoction of food scraps and feces in the dried out river basin she pauses, and sighs.  I burn the village down.

Having erected the tallest phallus, its tip penetrating the clouds, the contractor rides the elevator to the top, and smiles.  I initiate its implosion.

Sitting here typing this while nothing happens around me, I continue typing, while being swallowed by the nothing.  And then I blink.

Surprises

With your baleful cries,
tears fill my eyes.
Where i go is no surprise....

Welcoming Solitude

What is most certain in our time? To my mind it is the "Always heading forward." The "where to" is not determined - not by a longshot - but, set in it's fixedness; that is the Certainty.

In such a time what thought is most radical? Is it not the unthought - that which is not thought? Namelessness. Silence. Not silence for something; rather silence awaiting silence. Silence that is ready for silence.

A Mountain and City

There is a mountain and a city.  The mountain is the star and the city the backdrop.

Above all is the mountain's peak; ascending out of the mountain base the city is high too, but less so.

Solitude is up there if you seek it. Down here?  No time for that.

Paths run through, up and down the mountain with hidden trails for all.  Boulevards, streets and alleyways grid my city too, but they aren't for me or you, so much.

Even the air is better up there, except when the city makes it sick.

But.

Sparkling at night the city shines!  The mountain must too, and was thus stabbed with a tower that now hypnotizes the city bats with brilliant LED hues...