a note about my writing habit: i grab a fresh notebook, skip the first page and write on the right side of each page all the way to the end, skipping the last page, leaving it clean and blank. i then flip the notebook and head back. it’s often conversational from page to page, don’t ask with whom, each page being more or less an individual; it’s life. (here’s an example) the first poem below is what i wrote this morning (19 march 2020 – it took me a few days to figure out how to do this). the second is the facing page which i wrote on the way out (maybe 17 march after the last day of my work week) as i was spending my day job work hours cancelling airline reservations.
the surreality (for all of our kinder friends)
it’s like kinder again;
there are bullies
and the unknowing
of what comes next.
if you’re lucky,
you have a fun teacher
who puts the bullies
in their place.
if your culture is one
of grace and mercy,
you might just learn
in time (of time surreal)
— the page going back —
so, now that we can’t
gather at conferences
how are we gonna gather?
may i propose?
close your eyes, please,
and imagine the next step
of our evolution
and let’s make the place
we can meet without physically flying, and do so
it’s a vision i have, i guess, for a new kind of airline that works without motors, servos, artificially intelligent navigation, etc. it’s a hope that we won’t, as we reset anew, have so many stupid jobs that contribute to the contributors of our extinction. i don’t know what it looks like yet, and i’m not against technology, but it calls us to reach forward, and, of course, out to one another. but we can’t now, not so much in physical planes and bodies. so, what are we gonna do? and don’t get me wrong; i’m not against airlines. i am, in current fact, employed by one.
so, as you can see, we are in need of a new airline. i’m pretty free (and it looks like soon, ever freer) to talk. where shall we meet?
we need artists and engineers to make good travel apps, etc. and to work together to do so.
and for old folks to get zen, cuz we’re gonna die soon. and if you go a nice way, others will fear less (i speak as a bodhisattva of compassion to a bodhisattva of compassion.) or you can panic and go frenetic. it seems the time is soon. (and i leave for others to debate the scales)
and don’t get me wrong, i’m a christian. i love joseph and mother mary. i love their bodhisattva of compassion child that is my unknowing friend as we hang in the cloud.
and as you can tell, i love india. though i’ve never made it to pondicherry, i hear there are new flights. and they are free.
and i listen (and reflect carefully) with sufis, too.
and every thing that comes a knocking at my door scares me at first; like that holy terror jumping from the 10 meter platform in oshkosh, wisconsin.
and the bullies are pushin’ for us to fly. welcome aboard! smile at one another.
what prevents us, friend, from making a city plan in the city we find ourselves in? do you know any planners? do you know any doers? do you? folks getting hungry to re-learn food? (as in that archaic knowledge old aunt gertrude had.) how do we, as a species, co-operate? only broken leaders can lead with compassion. only broken followers can follow. once the rest start to feel it, watch out!
i don’t know if i’m broken enough. but i’m ready.
ah shit, we gotta build the plane!
(and if you know anyone who can teach me how to scale and upload pics ‘n shit?)
i’ll end this post with a ditty i like to keep rewriting. here’s the latest evolution:
my name is yon yonson
i grew in wisconsin
i work in the meaning mill der (that’s how scandahoovians say ‘there’)
and the folks that i meet
yoning yon street
make life here worth it and fair
and they look in my eye
smile and say, “hi!
what’s your name?”