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The seas are rising, & i want to write about signifiers. Yet is it not signifiers, & their attendant myths (such as The Car As Freedom) that got us into this mess in the first place?
midnight blue is my answer
taillight's glow is my answer
the cough i put to bed
in the morning greets me
ring of scorpion fire is the answer
Franklyn Jenifer & maybe the lane
will be open & maybe not
ten miles over the limit is the answer
to the questioner in midnight blue
when we visited Melanie's niece & her husband in Tulsa over Spring Break, i couldn't help noticing how "empty" their house felt to me. belatedly i realize they're into a new movement called Minimalism (bad name--it makes me think of a gallery with one simple geometric shape in the middle). because of modern technology, a lot of the media which boomers such as myself used to store as objects (whether books, records, cds, dvds, or photo albums) can now be put into electronic files (though i can never share their sanguinity as to the security of such) where it takes up no space on this crowded earth. i guess i sort of approve the buddhistical nature of this idea, as long as you keep in mind that powerful forces are at work that (no, they don't want to take away your bullets) would like to have its subjects pay for every crossing of a border, without getting to keep anything in return. they want us to buy their passwords, in other words. and they can revoke them at any moment. they can even change the words in our electronic books... they can't do that with the paper books that were printed long before their advent as a surveillance & controlling entity. (reblogged from facebook)
