Fragrant and ongoing

capitalize on the silence that is there to lay a top, to twist in, to grind into. less is more.

there is always movement in Seattle. there are always many scenes that stack upon each other like the layers of glacier, rock and glacier till that move below us. I will not over work that metaphor but it is here. for all this land is changing and we change across it.

what is my fight, and what am I afraid of. think of our karma as a whole, what being here supports, paying taxes supports. it does not go to poetry, it does not go to our children. the question of what is a poet’s role can not be answered one way. and could you replace poet with painter and have the same answer requirements.

I have said that all I can do is to tend to those around me, the ones I love, the ones that love me, and the little bit of land I can have affect on (only time will tell if it is a good affect).

there is more that I do not know. the path is made of questions. I put away my phone for the 100th time, vowing to not pick it up for at least an hour. I am a cyborg here at my desk plugged in in every way.

I try to not be heavy handed and to remain on the line of my own genuine interests. other’s words and thoughts filter in. have I actually said anything here or only spread words around to create something underneath to look for.

a poet’s role is to be themselves. but there are cultural, political implications in being oneself when all of us have been so affected by what we have grown in. are we ever ourselves and if not is this really a bad thing. a contained coiled mass. each of us near masterpiece as similar as we remain separate.

blood across the world is blood right here, are there any clean hands? at night I turn my mind off as much as possible, scroll image after image until they fill my memory, take room from original thought, and emotions are packed away. Seattle continues in its way. drastic difference dead downtown bent over and broken eyes.

I put on an album I have listened to many times, comfort that I know this, the sounds connect me to the past, stepping stones that lead me back through time. I have been spending more time in the past and future than the present. learn from the past and plan for the future and treat everyday like it’s my last. there are many days I would not be proud to have be my last but, there are things that need to be done.