BOHEMIAN WAIF
#poem #memorytrain

Inner cinema montage
deep echoing adventures,
strikes of color, light, paralysis
held in violent emotion.
A mere babe runs away across
a busy street, hiding beneath bushes,
because she could, demanding
independence.
Dark city nights, hugged to
myself, alone
Walking through brick and mortar
shadows,
past trashcan fires, street community.
Thumb out, shivering icy roads,
or flooded highways, bare foot
scorching desolate insomniac
miles.
Haunted explorations, led by that
fantasy aura obfuscating rational view.
Mini romances that cut through,
ashy
Across smoking stone overpass,
high to high school AP exam where
the words floated from rakish eye to
#2 pencil, an array of imprinted
history.
Lying in the garden on cotton,
tasting boysenberry yogurt,
hoping the world disappears,
ends here where the bullied
anxiety won’t follow.
Quiet now …
I’ll tell you more on morrow

lunar ramblings

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2023
social societies

isn't that what the whole MAGA
White Nationalist thing is about --
the changing demographics that
make White Christians the minority

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I see various complaints about
social media as detrimental to
mental health. To me it seems
the most salient issue is not what
happens on social media, but the
opportunity costs of time and
attention more healthfully spent
irl.

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Netanyahu, Putin, Trump,
Ayatollah Ali Khamenei -- these
are autocrats, happy to sacrifice
The People any way to enhance
their own power.

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Got migrants and their issues?
Grow Up! That is the case in better
off nations -- those the migrants
aren't migrating from.

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If we are truly living in a
simulation, this AI movement toward
alternative realities won't matter
when reality is so subject to
subjectivity, to our own
creativity.

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I don't know how to do people.
In all this time of trying, to divine,
to find that key, to understand, that
has been beyond me.
I know so many times I was
enough, my constant friend.
Yet still I feel that demeaning demand
for companionship, mutuality of
compassion, true kinship of soul.
Why would such meeting so matter?
It's only life, after all.
Here and gone.
Another log on the pyre.

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I get it. Your creed insists on us
each being our own responsibility.
No handouts -- work or starve.
Harsh. A poor defining of kind,
spitting on the idea of empathy.
And so clearly you are aware of
your need to stave off guilt with
elevation of cruelty -- not only denying
aid or comfort, denying human dignity.

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We complain that social media
has overwhelmed actual social
interplay. We blame internet
addiction for mental distress,
epidemic loneliness. If we were
getting the social benefits we need
in our real life relationships, we
would not have become so dependent
on the approbation of strangers.

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#memorytrain #annaslicker

She told me her life, beautiful
tragicomedy
over the brief days we played,
laughed, made memories.
See! I carry her image, her essence
all these years.

11/3-5/23