Hey.

There, good.
I have gotten your attention,
either because you think I’ve got something to say,
or because you enjoy random skirmishes of poetical graffiti,
or because you clicked on some link on the internet
without really knowing what you were getting into.

It doesn’t matter.
You’re here now.

I pick up my pen to blow your mind,
but it turns into a hummingbird
and flies from my hand
and sits on my head
and makes fun of my stretch marks.

I go to my laptop to change your life forever,
but my fingers turn into earthworms
and they slither outside
and sing “Lee La Lay, Lee La Loo”
on the grass.

I have nothing to say about life,
for my mouth is made of life.
It sprouts holly and pine needles as I speak,
and the cheap Buddha figure that I bought at Aldi
laughs his goddamn balls off on my desk
like a douchebag.

So I guess I will spend what remaining time we have,
while I still hold your attention,
simply sitting with you
and looking out through your eyes
and wondering what this strange world is
and wondering where we’re all going
as we spin off into the future together
on this weird little ball
in a black, pregnant ocean.

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  • COOL stuff, Cait. . .
    I’ll try to share this profound essay with you, by Freeman Dyson. (I’ve broken the link so it does get snagged in the spam trap.)

    Math, Science, Literature : : Fasten seatbelt !

    Excerpt:

    Goodenough concludes that the rapid mutation of mating-system genes is Nature’s way of achieving big jumps in large-scale evolution. Rapidly evolving mating systems gave us the diversity of species that astonished Darwin. Twenty years ago, Goodenough wrote a paper with the title, “Rapid Evolution of Sex-related Genes”, describing her observations and conclusions. I consider this paper a great piece of work, a classic contribution to science, comparable with the books of Darwin and Kimura.

    The picture of Nature revealed by Kimura and Goodenough is new and striking. Nature loves to gamble. Nature thrives by taking risks. She scrambles mating-system genes so as to increase the risk that individual parents will fail to find mates. The increase of risk of sterility of individuals is a part of Nature’s plan. She imposes the increased risk on the whole population, so that a rare event will occur with greater probability, when a pair of lucky parents, whose names might happen to be Adam and Eve, are born with matching mating-system mutations. That rare event gives a pair of parents a chance to give birth to a new species. Nature knows how to play the odds. By putting her thumb on the mating-system mutation scale, she increases the risk of sterility of all parents, and increases the chance that a lucky pair will start a new species. Nature knows that, in the long run, established species are expendable and new species are essential. That is why Nature is ruthless to the individual parent and generous to the emerging species. Risk-taking is the key to long-term survival and is also the mother of diversity.

    4. Herbert Wells (1866-1946). Varieties of Human Experience.

    With three characters on stage, it would appear that our play is coming close to an end. Then a fourth character bursts in, jumping back a hundred years into the past and telling a different story. His name is Herbert Wells, born in 1866, educated as a biologist but using his knowledge to give us a fresh view of evolution. The first three characters thought of evolution as a biological process, governed by the rules of inheritance from parent to offspring. Wells knew that biological evolution is only half of a bigger story. The other half of the story is cultural evolution, the story of changes in the life of our planet caused by the spread of ideas rather than by the spread of genes.

    edge DOT org/conversation/freeman_dyson-biological-and-cultural-evolution

  • Ahhhhhhhhh! That was beyond wonderful. And the part about Buddha gave me a great belly laugh this morning. “Looking at you” from the Big Island.

  • What is poetry ? A word arrow to the heart. The better the poet, the straighter and swifter the arrow.
    Nice shot today Caitlin.

  • Hi Caitlin, Not particularly poetic but good enough for a little smile. I wanted to ask you what you think of Umir Hague from the Medium Digest. Him and you are the only people I follow with anticipation.

  • I am so grateful to have found you this last 2 weeks. Now when I see you here on my screen I am glad and look! I am so in love with your poetry. I am a poet and right now am in a quiet hole like a winter seed. So, your words are stirring me like an early spring. Ummm, lovely. Love, Eliz

  • The last four lines of Caitlin’s poem today:
    //
    and wondering where we’re all going
    as we spin off into the future together
    on this weird little ball
    in a black, pregnant ocean
    //
    Almost answering the wondering are Tom Lehrer’s last seven lines from his album
    An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer (1959)
    //
    And we will all go together when we go
    Every Hottentot and every Eskimo
    When the air becomes uraneous
    We will all go simultaneous
    Yes, we all will go together
    When we all go together
    Yes we all will go together when we go

  • I have only guess, but no firm idea, where we are all going. I only know that where we have been has been a journey, not always a pleasant one, but it has brought us to this place. To be together going forward.

  • Sounds like you are fully alive, sweetie!

    Now … what do you think about Bernie announcing for Pres.? I’m excited, wary, and yet hoping he teams up with Tulsi…

  • And very soon, billions of people are going to have very pretty mushrooms in the sky to all look at at the very same time, and the very lucky ones will see those pretty mushrooms as the last thing they ever see through their ape eyes — just an instant before they dies.

  • Nice. Really hope you publish a book of your poetry soon. You have a renaissance personality.

  • Breathe Deep

    That’s better

  • thanks Caitlin x

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