Absolute Calamities
all that lives beeps / on the tiniest of frequencies
well hey sometimes stuff even starts growing would you look at that noble emptiness training to hear the minuscule frequencies of plants all this matter I’ve moved ligatures of earth crawling over itself an abomination anathema to silent space I love all the little dramas I have driven through states in a single day a sputtering Anthropocene in which it is possible to feel multiple things clearly be assured you overflow with gentleness glowing from your extremities I walk behind you like my deaf dog, who goes outside to eat grass and woof once at the sky sometimes I’m angry on behalf of life itself — I listen for car horns and pretend they’re about me it is not evil to be empty nor exegesis ignoble when the fraught heart is full — in fact, it’s even alright to oscillate between such states like a traveler including absolute stillness while the world spins around you. that is travel too. it is enough for someone to feel them — the rites of spring happening because they happen. and consider sarcasm, that privilege of beings easily understood who celebrate their great and willful loss... all that lives beeps on the tiniest of frequencies a drama, folly, endless pastiche I planted so many seeds unsure of which would grow. now they declare in morning sunlight the world needs its crazies. without them, who will see what they see? the yellowing leaves of the tomato plant? stochastic terrorism from mixed wildflower seeds? Catharism? not quite. yet little heresies taste best planted in early April. like coaxing a petulant frog into eating crickets. they like the summer rain. so much of life has no purpose Thank God.
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‘so much of life has no purpose’ Thank God
You always make me laugh with your great humor 😊