Words from Zines

I don't get poetry but these are beautiful 

Floridas

As meaningless as a dream of sand

The abstract water closes the break of land

Into its time-deep crystal:

I: still point in the azure (yet more aware 

Than the sky at timeless noon)

See fossil-deep into the clear sea bed

John Hoffman

Semina Wallace Berman

Peyote Poem

With no fresh air in my lungs

                               in the middle of the

night, inhabited by strange gods

                                                   who

are they, they walk in white trench coats

    with pkgs. of paradise in their pockets

                                            Their hands

John Wieners

Le Chariot

A flame burns in the morning.

It is the empty bag of horse

That carries the sun across the sky

And lights the love that blinds your eye.

And turns the night to infinite noon.

Changes the course of the unearthly moon

To ride in your heart instead of heaven.

This is the card that reads as seven.

J. W.

To God

 If you have form’d a circle to go into,

       Go into it yourself & see how you would do.

Wm. Blake.

All that is needed to develop a serene character is critical thinking, the ancient cognosce the ipsum. We need to develop our character and make conscious choices, rein in crippling feelings, which do pass and are no tragedy, and resist the easy abyss of self pity. It takes courage, it takes strength. Anybody can do it.  

                            -Angela Mauri

Your phone is driving you through this journey, driving you mad, extracting value, whining like a baby, purring like a lover, bombarding you with deadening, maddening, embarrassing, outrageous claims that concern time, space, attention, credit card numbers. It copy-pastes your life into countless unintelligible pictures that have no meaning, no audience, no purpose, but do have impact, punch, and speed. It accumulates love letters, insults, invoices, drafts, endless communication. It is being tracked and scanned, turning you into transparent digits, into motion as a blur. A digital eye as your heart in hand. It is witness and informer. If it gives away your position, it means you’ll retroactively have had one. If you film the sniper that shoots at you, the phone will have faced their aim. They will have been framed and fixed, a faceless pixel composition. Your phone is your brain in corporate design, your heart is a product, the Apple of your eye.

• Hito Steyerl 

A539

There are those

who are shallow

intentionally

and only

profound

by 

A very famous female poet

十里明湖一叶舟，城南烟月水西楼

几许秋荣娇欲流， 隔着垂杨柳

远山明净眉尖瘦，闲云飘忽罗纹皱

天末凉风送早秋，秋花点点头