November the 24th

Lydian

The summer

almost always,

so hard to endure –

warmth, light –

no solace

no protection –

only so much

undoing

is possible

in light…

heat

.

The autumn:

a young child

aging,

deteriorating,

dear demise,

desiccation,

something almost true

to fact

.

The spring –

its delusion,

deluge,

as if there were

a coming-to-be,

or fascist utopia –

with

all the bells

and whistles

.

Our winter:

discontented,

and good –

solidity

of presence,

sweet ache

of living,

being,

held,

in place

.

I love.

Maundy Monday, or “No One’s Ways” – thoughts on Monday

Obviously shame and guilt AFFIRM us… as organisms that CARE

(at the least about ‘how we are perceived or incorporated’)

or, it tires me out to be around ‘people’ but ‘people’ are what we get

or, “Hello, Adam” (Thalia Field, Personhood)

or, “I” am constructed by/in/with a context

or, what do “I” (does I’s) know?

or… and so on…

What does “care” stand for? Or represent? “Mean”?

~ a fine form of self-determination-destruction

indenting “i”-dentities

Behold: “I” cares. “I” is ashamed and guilty. “I” loss, lose, be-wilder. (Can you?)

– Care as apparatus and negotiation. A “feeling-for” securing a sense. Places and times.

“Concern”?

How does this fit? Be-long? Where when how what.

And so on.

NOW.HERE. (always – for humans, etc…?=ETCETERA – or beyond outpast = ellipses).

Sing again. Breath. Sound.

“Care” as negotiation.

– somewhere somethings laughing