Language, poetry, music, movie. You are all
implicated in the anti-human campaign to
raise art above the person and the personal.
It's a universalizing trick that sticks a light
in the eye and a song in the ear and musics
until dawn says: you didn't and couldn't sleep.
The second person demand cannot predict
its own third supply. That's why masses and
customization are incompatible and why
bureaucracies manage the liturgies.
Sacredness according to power; it
could not last, not while firsts demand
new frameworks for gold rewards.
And how can we still have something
to do? There must be a cooking, a craft,
a piano and a vibration, with or without
the appropriate punctuation, prepositional
phrases will ask for nearness and a hug.
Mild? Hard? Nonexistent? That's the
question of philosophy, and really,
philology (definitions of matter).
Anti-matter is a position, but not
on that can be particulated. Don't
call it made up, call it a new syllable
count and order, the dukedom that
builds the dams that create new
survivable ecologies. Darwin
couldn't have seen us coming,
we craftspeople, we makers of
acceptable, selected surfacing.
Try and cry and scry again,
predictions do not reject the
attempt, only finale failures.
Roman Ryan 