Wednesday, March 14, 2018

update, sonnet, allays 370-377

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

So I start my new job as professional writer working again for JDJournal on April 2nd. This will give me the flexibility to be the primary caretaker of the children and yet contribute to the bills.

 

I've begun my project of submitting my works to publishers. I have 15 books ready to be published, and many books that need a little work first: I've been stockpiling my works instead of submitting then. We will see what will come of this. Veer es Creer.

 

Take care, Caretakers!

 

 

 

Break

 

I blanket you in my embrace

Balm your wounds with this my kiss

Enclose your heart with the palms of my hands

And seal your sighs with my prankish lick.

 

Heave me your heavens, yell me your hells

You the center of my concern

Begrudge me nothing of my uneven selves

I will yet banish your care and slake your thirst.

 

Patience is torture when waiting our bliss

Summer slays winter, so where is our this?

Handling heartstrums I fret my guitar

Seeking our meeting umbelical chords.

 

Sundering thunder parts us from one

Yet twinform we gravitate sun unto sun.

 

 

* 930 *

I soft aside your golden fleece and sip upon your holy grail. Not another was this wonder for, but I, your one, your other, your same.

 

* 931 *

It must have come as some relief to hear the religious and morally superior leaders of society damned for hypocrites, as Jesus coaxed the ears of his sinner friends; or for Socrates to claim to be the wisdest of all men precisely because he knew nothing at all – the youths must have loved that; and for Siddhartha to say the astringencies of the ascetics missed the mark, but mere temperance lined the golden path: the gospel of relax. You are better because you admit you are worse: a marketable conceit.

 

 

 

* 932 *

First we are cruel, then we hate. First we injure another, perhaps by accident, and then we hate them for being injured. We don't despise weakness so much as when it is our victim. Often it is weakness that apologizes, but there is a strong way to do so as well, different, and often effective.

 

* 933 *

Let us be as objective and disinterested as we may, a man only preaches himself, believes in himself, and advises his own takes and mistakes upon the vulnerable. The divorcee preaches divorce, the bachelor bachelorhood, the worker hard work, the poet fine verse – and little more. Yet what is best and good and golden in you nobody at all can advise upon, and in this we know that all advice, beyond mere provocation, is bad advice.

 

* 934 *

This celebrated Constitution – sacred text to America – Jefferson slighted for its compromises. Indeed, the genius of compromise, for the celebrated system of "Checks and Balances," merits prestige higher than his demerit. No single parent household, no matter how noble the mother or father, compares to the perfect two, for here the two compromise, conflict, teach resolution, loyalty, love, and the complementary balance of strength for weakness – again, a genius for compromise. An extended family further balances them -- these become the scaffolds for the child's inner architecture, the three of the tripartite system.

A man balances drives, opposes principles upon principles, like his sluggish democracy, not for the sheer necessity of self-interference (the talisman against any sort of tyranny), but also in the especially masculine genius for subordination, hierarchy, and the nestling of an all consuming obsession. Woman as a divinity of civilizing and taking care of all her brood so often lacks such an Ahab's monomania -- lest it be some Antigone.

Fat interlaces muscle, blood interfuses all. We need order and disorder, hierarchy and anarchy. Only in the ever-blessed All is everything justified.

 

* 935 *

Emerson warned his disciples not to fall into the spell of a book – "I read for the lustres," he said, seeking glints of light that fit his own mosaic. After the death of his first beloved he meant sure not to fall into any sort of spell again; he left the church because he did not believe in performing the Eucharist "in memory" of the one who passed. He proposed to his second wife through a letter; Self-Reliance replaced the mystery of marriage.

You and I, like Ulysses, bind ourselves to the mast, but we do hear the siren song. We fall into spells – read a little here, a little there, until some beauty seduces us in. It is okay, after all, to bow. God bows. We let ourselves fall for traps: dare to be foolish!  So we fall for love, fall under the spell, and learn what we can from ecstatic submission. This too is to our power.

 

* 936 *

Dare to be wrong. Be the fool. Expose yourself to every measure of humiliation. Speak your truth, as weak as it is, and be condemned and mocked by all involved – and yet hold stubbornly to your truth. Right or wrong, to this I am loyal, the love of my experience.

 

* 937 *

In life we sleep; upon death we awake. The Eastern love for infinity complements the Western love for boundaries, the syllogistic "All Men are Mortal," and the genius for definition and dialectic that grounds science and technology – from which we will yet awaken. These stirred dreams, this life stitched from news, family gossip, work shop-talk, suggest the whole, we have the whole, through fragments at every moment we know the noncontradictory, nonparadoxical, simple wholeness of the all – Ama's kiss. Everybody mattered, nothing is left out. The great remain great, the small remain small, there was no "first become last," but this is your chance, now, and either way Ama loves you, so seek your ambition with love rather than dread. All for Ama. I love you with my life.

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

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