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The difference between adults and children
is that only children can be nihilists.
They can think that it’s not a bad thing
if you throw yourself down on the ground
and yell in despair at the unfairness of life.
Fair enough. But once you finish your tantrum
and grow up just a little bit
I have some things that I need you to build for me
in the future.
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In praise of Ozempic
Why are the buddhists not more interested
in a way to stop desire
neurochemically?
Imagine a world where you might live,
conpletely independent
of the needs of your inner self.
Out of a sort of pride
we undersell what it might be like
to be something else.
But maybe pride is even
a thing to be corrected.
-eugene
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Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
-Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
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The deadness of the world
killed into him, and at an early age,
by materialism, atheism,
and the prerogatives of capitalism.
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Children are impervious to the god
of quiet natural spaces.
They fill the silence with cheers and whines and song.
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The unknown is a part of your reality,
acting silently in the shadows
until it is ready to make itself known.
eugene
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the unspeakable and undeserved beauty of light
Something about the heavy dark clouds
and how they cut the late sun at 7 o clock in August,
how that cut light obliquely illuminates the trees in the valley,
on just the south-facing side,
is unspeakably beautiful.
I needed to see that today.
Eugene
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One major difference between real people and movie actors (even if they are good actors in a well-written movie) is that real people aren’t following a scripted story. Routines maybe, self-concepts, sure. But the flow of real life is fragmented and incoherent and surprising, in way that’s either disorienting or liberating or both.
Eugene
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Ah, humans.
The most interconnected of animals,
sometimes finding their partners
thousands of miles away from the place of their birth.
So different looking from the other animals,
spindly legs, swinging arms, melon heads,
and yet they sometimes move with aesthetic grace,
as a tennis player or bride.
Even so, they are still instantly recognizable as animals.
The thing I like most about humans
is how prepared they are to solve a crisis,
to move somewhere else and be someone else,
to challenge the chaos of nature
with their passions and intellects and stories.
Eugene
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I will attept to unify paganism and naturalism:
the sciences are the physiologies of the gods,
the remaining ones: the ones of history and money,
the ones of earth and sun and progress,
the ones of joy and war.
Eugene
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If a man have not order within him
he cannot spread order about him.
- Ezra Pound
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Poetry is too boring,
the news is too sad.
My phone makes me anxious
but so does putting it down.
Things are good but they’re bad.
Action is critical but no one can move.
Are we abandoned children?
Eugene
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I have it so good:
smoking a bowl on the front porch
in the heat-wave night
watching the doings of lightning bugs
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Contemplating free will
The past and the future are not under your direct control. Surely this is uncontroversial.
Is it likely that the present moment is an exception?
Flies buzz around me in the kitchen.
What choices are they making
as they trace their erratic patterns?
Eugene
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A chrysanthemum
and two sprigs of lavender
in a vase from the thrift store.
Eugene
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