Monday, November 29, 2010

"Luciana's Verse" a poem

This poem requires a familiarity with my mythology. Lux is the goddess of language, and Luciana is her daughter the goddess of love and poetry. Again it was written while working my job at the clothing store. An attempt, as they all are.


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Luciana’s Verse


Lux entrusts these words to her daughter:

The tongue of desire and the madness of laughter.


After all, Lucy’s call is the threading of velvet;

Soul knit to soul, molten walls, breath ecstatic.


My poetry’s written of blood, and silk of love

My goddess rests from my neck, my heart her fiery dove


The centermost in is itself a poem

Our primordial creative first word is a groan.










Thursday, November 11, 2010

"Ama's Fury" a poem

Ama’s Fury



Jealous lover

Wants all of me

She’ll have no other


She robs me

Through my very hands

I love her more

For her demands


She ruins me

to the edge of death

Soon I swoon

With wits bereft


I love the flush

full feeling of a rush

I call out for it

She makes me hush.









Monday, November 8, 2010

"The mirror test" an essay

I haven’t touched up this essay much, I am thinking again of using recursivity to explore truth.


Daniel Christopher June




Mirror Test


We must ask every criticism if it is safe from itself. And again, we must ask every praise ifit is safe from itself.  “Nothing is true,” is self refuting, to take an easy example. The extreme skeptics who attack our ability to know must not do this by teaching us something to know. Their skepticism only works if it is not put into words.

            “Nothing in excess,” says Apollo to the Greeks. Yes, and isn’t the absolute “nothing” itself an excess? “Be moderate in most things,” is a more moderate statement, that honors its own advice.

            In the same way, Freudian psychology doesn’t explain Freud himself. Every system must account for its own emergence. Religions pull this off well. They account for the scriptures that talk about God as if they come from God. The theologians have a tougher time. If they add anything to the scripture, then the question is, why didn’t God put that in the scripture in the first place? If they do not add anything to the scripture, then why are they wasting our time? For instance, Dante writes an epic that beats everything in the Testament in terms of grace and power, yet we must ask: why, Dante? Wasn’t God’s word enough?

            To continue the religious examples, Calvinim, when it speaks of the forordination of God, must implicitly posit its own emergence as being God’s idea, including an account of its late arrival.

            Derrida, with his deconstructive method, wrote in such a way to foil wrongful deconstructions of himself. Almost. He was Jewish enough to write himself as the culmination of history, following Freud’s decentered self, Derrida goes on to decenter centeredness itself. Yet he makes decentering the center of his discourse.

            Darwin must account how evolution produced a man capable of writing about evolution.

            Every system, and especially every critique, must be mindful of whether it negates itself in paradox. “Language is inneffective” cannot convince us. “The mind is impotent” disproves itself by its own “discovery.”

            Furthermore, we must look to see if the critic is not projecting his own problems onto the work he is criticizing. The Jews complained of idolatry, but they themselves preffered their own private mode of idolatry.

            “Judge not lest you be judged” as a saying itself implies a cynical judment on mankind—that there are many things that could be judged and condemned, including the judge himself.

            William James’s Pragmatism argues, in paraphrase, that truth is what works. Is this itself a truth that works? And if the idea that “truth may not always work” itself works for those who believe in it, do we not discover a paradox?

            The mirror test is a way not to banish something, but to give perspective.

When Ayn Rand preached “the Virtue of Selfishness,” how selfish was it to call herself selfish, given the reception of her critics?

If we should remain optimistic, does this not imply that there is a pessemistic reality this optimism is supposed to hide from us?

If we read a Self Help book, should we not read a biography of the writers?

If God wants you to love him or he will send you to hell, would you feel comfortable being in heaven with him for eternity?

Is capitalism the most competetive economical system out there?

Can the Bible’s occasional claims to be authored by God really be an authority?

Could the Founding Fathers of America emerge from the America they created?

Would you prefer others to treat you with the principle “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” or treat you kindly because they value you in yourself?

If giving to others is good for the soul, wouldn’t you be doing more good for others by taking from them?

If God made the world, who made God?

If the stars make our destiny, do they destine some of us to be skeptics of astrology?

If free will is an illusion, are some people determined to believe in it anyway?

If we should be tolerant of other’s beliefs, should we also tolerate intolerant beliefs?

Is “idea” itself an idea?

If it is good to selflessly love, are we yet loving other “selves”?

If Marx claims that good ideas only come from a good economical system (communism), how can he trust the ideas of his own writing?

If God is unknowable how do we know he is unknowable?

If you think you can’t trust yourself, how can you be sure?

If God is allpowerful, does he have the power to grow more powerful?

Is it reasonable to be reasonable at all times?

Should we have shoulds? To avoid paradox, we must, and therefore, we have discovered a moral absolute.

If science moves by paradigm shifts, does the shifting of paradigms also shift?

And so forth. But while these are one-liners, the mirror test can be taken further and deeper.Think of this when you mirror meditate.

To fully see a man, you must see also your reflection in his eyes. To fully see an object, you must also see yourself looking at the object. There is no escape from this. “One cannot see an object without also changing it,” is a science idea that has been metaphorized into all observings. But by seeing this truth, they have in fact changed and reversed it itself. Lament never that you did change it.

            A full explanation not only explains its topic, but it explains itself as explanation, and explains all other explanations: not explained away, but explained together. This is the full word, the “Complete Communication,” which Wagner spoke of.

            Ideas take centuries and millenia to unfold. Some ideas take thousands of minds to fully reveal themselves. Some ideas finally reveal that they have an empty heart. Other ideas are as full as the sun.

            My boss correcting my skepticism with a quote: the true cannot be explained. I nodded for a moment—no need to discourage him!—and then added: can that very statement be explained? He should know I would recurse any truism.

            It is easy for me to deflect an arrow this way—slogans are a nuisance. Its like a preacher who quotes a verse here a verse there, but has never read a full book of the bible: his sermon is like a zookeeper making a collage of body parts.

            And again, the slogan is easy: sloganeers are dumb anyway, you could confuse them by repeating their phrase with a question mark at the end. I am interested in taking a book, which is always a great clay ball of two colors intermixed, like the green and blue of earth, and making a mirror of between them. This on this side, that on that side, look smart, let’s see how you really balance out. Somebody might crucify me someday.

            “The Divine is Prankish” is one of Nietzsche’s best insights. Powerful and playful.

            The story of the temptation of Adam and Eve is the very fruit of knowledge it describes. Reject it, and you are still whole, but accept the moral of the story and you become “naked and ashamed”: Genesis 2 the rotting apple.









Thursday, November 4, 2010

and another three poems


I write these while I’m working my mindless job. The rate of their production is perhaps a commentary on how much they are worth. Nevertheless, to be able to compose them helps me get through the day, and avoid the depression of doing something pointless.

Daniel Christopher June



The three poems of October 4th!




Dissecting eye

Of I-borne mind

Subtle cut

Of word defined


Thick of life

Made thread of truth

With each new feel

I think anew


Crystal eye

Divines through murk

Prism lens

Bends difference stark.


Translating touch

To conceptual forms

From guts of earth

Is Heaven formed.






Tempo Poem


Faster and mounting the task meretriciously

Bursting the bounds and fast forwarding stoplessly.

Smooth. Cool. Breath like a metronome.

Force. One. Dancing fast xylophone.

Ever increasing a feather flightfully

Arrowing eagerly feasting forth frightfully.

Tenderly centering single attention

Like a lover alone I bring joy to completion.






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Draw Near


Oh my lovers, Draw near, Press a kiss,

Your love is …always so dear to me.

You were ever Such children

Its stories you’d hear from me


Today we all grow older

You keep whispering mysteries

Its time you grew bolder.


My stories are simple

If you know the gimmick

Observe the beginning

There’s logic in it.


The rest its unfolding

Like this unfolding hand

Where is that beginning?

Right there at the end!


This one is young as the day I met her

That one grew younger

She’s glad that I let her


Oh my lovers, there is still time,

still time for new stories.







Wednesday, November 3, 2010

"The Worker" a poem


The Worker


I put On my God

My flesh verbs

Into the good of doing.

The noun of pause

Dissolves in the gown

Of pure flow.


Breath of ocean’s

Coastal waves;

Tornado’s ghost

And hurricane’s eye.


Centering vortex

of all into one

Mind of nothing

by which matter is spun.









Tuesday, November 2, 2010

3 poems

Here are three poems I’ve written while working, at different times, in different moods. Enjoy!


Daniel Christopher June




The Dewdrop


The dewdrop slid

Luxuriantly down

The grassy stalk.



Closed her eyes




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Hate, waiting


Teeming flights

Of my seething brain.

My flush, it bites

From a cry deranged.


Gnawing thought

From clenched tight teeth

It bites for you

Your flesh it seeks.


Stamped, my legs

Are anchored here

I clear my mind:

It will not clear.


I lust to thrust

My hate in you

Into your blades

To drill these screws.






Structuring Order


I stand central

Agent of structuration

Back, Bubble arched

Fingers flying lines

Of grids, spider fine:

Crack of creation

In the jet black night;

Urge of relation,

Logos of Light.