Collective Effervescence
Collective Effervescence
“We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related, the eternal ONE. And this deep power in which we exist and whose beatitude is all accessible to us, is not only self-sufficing and perfect in every hour, but the act of seeing and the thing seen, the seer and the spectacle, the subject and the object, are one. We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul"~” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson ‘The Over-Soul’ (1841)
Enjoy the pleasure of terroir driven fair,
a bring your own knife kind of an affair.
Live in succession; observe, don’t submit.
join in the game as far as decency permits...
some more, some less;
in parts, in division.
Aesthetic surprises in submission, behold
the empathetic over-soul!
Eat, drink, and be caring... all wisps by us in a stir.
Early snowmelt on bears ears or desert cottontail fur?
Spirit of the rock– we are a captivating blur.
Dark matter in the rock,
electric particles of power, wisest in silence,
perfect in every hour, we are full of multitudes and defiance.
This immeasurable place looks back
on the edge of wilderness,
near the divide on hell’s backbone,
I will not wait my turn people or turnback to look at the stone.
Mutable human of bewilderment,
the other of no othering.
Deconstrostruction in action
becoming half condor and cloudy,
modern musings alive in the background symphony
and in stoic eyes of dull stare. Retrospective fly,
command us to slow down,
speak across that table
where emotive slogans veil dark intentions,
silent as the dog whistle. Clear some shelf space!
served up,
It is the unread books that matter.
Seer and spectacle are one
in reflection–
the whole of all the shining parts
in concert with the group,
shake the soul up Grand Staircase-Escalante.
Disappear, diminish, parasite of the earth...
Under arches of devil’s garden step down
pink
chocolate
vermillion
white
grey
dance in division of colours in valley of the gods
still at work for the whole.
Keep disturbing places to be left alone,
wanderlusting back to our conurbation
of disruptive technologies,
never lonely in the perils of withdrawing...
Libations quip,
“the outside of a horse is good for a man”.
quotes run dry,
slap us in the face with wings of a butterfly.
One fractal split back into two for effect.
The subject peering out at an infinity of objects–
Then the fire raged and oranged the horizon.
Red sun denizen consumed by smoke,
muted all objects
into a beautiful fuzzy vibration–
Fire led us astray,
piece by piece.
Will we survive our technological adolescence?
Environmental disease?
Our dominion
Walk in our dominion creating paradise
in stewardship over earth...
Sun, moon, animal,
the tree, the flesh, the cataract, the ash
every creeping thing... bring your fire.
Do not let evil win!
Sun, moon, animal,
waterfalls in coyote gulch
whisper; dance, be attractive.
Detached in the reaction,
rationalist on fire, word on fire, fire
not solid, liquid, or gas
just fleeting; our sensory experience.
Combustion engages all our senses!
it is not matter at all, hues add to the mix
of this toxic year in smoke
as if it was never there.
Mad in mutually assured destruction again.
Will we survive our technological adolescence?
Strike first strike?
Bolt out of the blue
shakes earth from the gentle arms of the atmosphere.
Just and rational bargaining for war in this bitter winter
untamed precious essence,
the subject and the object are one,
piece by piece;
sing and dance in visions glow; aflame!
All the blames...
Rowdy in our collective effervescence,
One–
a destabilizing shift in the balance of power
sacrificed in the alchemy of November flames,
–lesser vessels.
