this opportunity to touch what is held in common with this world. it takes vast imagination to remain here in the significant something and not lean toward aggrandizement in the formidable nothing.

trying~

 i want to shine
like the animal i am.         ////hypnogog 

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noun as verb: short notes on max and us                             /(max?)

each generation /hmm. not each life, person// should begin again in its most basic form, begin again
from the most basic question, in this life what is possible? and hold in
the other hand, at least equal in weight, perhaps more so, what is not?
 what is it that we sharpen our imaginations toward?

man born must
eat, be sheltered,

yearns to/has tendency to love and walks beside the
mystery of his spirit which clearly means something that we will
never empirically know  //yes v good simply put. /we are standing in this question and it is as real as newspapers and dogs and cats/  //, only grasp at //no nor mind expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed// and if we are lucky, accept and
love.

it takes vast imagination //yes yes it takes that vision: desire, seeing to want, for-the-sake-wh.  ~ witness the image of the prime mover.//  to remain here  /y. 'stay with us.'/  in the significant /y/
something and not lean toward aggrandizement /int/  in /y IN/  the formidable nothing.



i wake today.  i am a 43 year old woman /~5 yrs past me/, slightly ill /y/, officially poor
but yet i feel swamped in superfluousness /y y y /, surrounded by the garb of the
formidable nothing.  i have a tv, computers, many books, many sweaters
(too many to wear), too much food (i am moved to through away uneaten
leftovers), a car, the list continues, but it is irrelevant.  what do i
really have?  this temporary body and the pleasures (and love) i
experience through it; this opportunity to touch what is held in common
with this world.





each human being has the same potential and only this potential.  //hm./
i consider what is happening between russia and the ukraine.  i consider
what occurs in the hyperbole and semantics of politicians /y. what
happens in their semantics.  what is going on here. // in the united
states and canada.  politicians are not concerned with what is truly
possible and what isn't.  certainly not {nor are} businesses,
conglomerations,
multi-nationals or the measly executives running the so-called free
world (these are our real politicians, those invigorated by the profit
motive.)
how much can we get?  what might we imagine that looks like?



i look out my window.  the sun passes over the snowbank and there are so
many points of illumination that it hurts to consider.  i am slow /y/  in
staring at it, feeling that there is great significance not in it
exactly but just beyond it, in whatever it is that makes it radiant.  it
seems that somehow even these ice crystals shining are words which
suggest the thing itself, are symbols / ~ / of that which really is.  we all
must know that the only wealth is here in our attention. don't we know
this?  // the clearing.  the clearing.  the there, being.//   
do we imagine that this wealth is small?  it is endless. only it
hurts us because we feel we can't own it. and we don't.  we don't own
it.  can't.   it is us and we are it.   /yes yes yes. 




love.                              this is everything  ?


*also.  'attention.'  Simone Weil. 




//read ~ all this?  Erin's posts.archives  ...  
write to her. 

and to anne.

and to Kate Withy.     uncanny.   (bk pub'd? get fr semcoop?)