we presume everything posted on the Internet happens now
and why not?
everything could be happening now and in some ways is when we look closer at the biology of our beings becoming matters
den blu sjel i kroppen min are blue stone confettis of gravel on a sun-stained road, imagined with the well named iPhone, birthed from a great lot of technological bodies to show us to ourselves and gregariously and aggressively share what we find with others
the light into each others’ dark spaces, infuse the literal meaning of psyche means spirit with intricate lace cables with each other’s minds
these lines of drawn breath are enacted as time through our bodies which are not shells with souls but souls with all the life in the layers
liking and unliking what is mirrored back to ourselves
some mirrors lie and people lie and call those mirrors fun houses, but I am pointing toward the mirrors like the rivers that reflect the skies, the stars that point ships to sound lands which echo the canyons made by the voids of our loved ones passing
we are not gone to them neither them to us but whispering for those who want to hear badly enough
we have choices that chips are built for, but those chips don’t have the same lineages as our DNA, they are circuits built with materials of the earth and so the story of the earth will become more prominent through their inception
we do not have to RAM our anthropogenic orientations down each other throats, feeding our stories like chips ahoy binge fests but consider the origin of impulses themselves as graces of celestial and terrestrial bodies
we are already a technology with a heart
hearts are not merely subversive but feeding the mind
so I must beg the mind teachers to also feel deeply sensual and the sensual not misconstrued as sexual because everything that exists is already in some kind of stewy exchange we need to become more nuanced and less broad here
turn down the sun some, no, but approach conditions with proper attire so we can assume a more substantiated role in actively participating in creating ours and each others experiences
not that of a mirror but rather through a sense of deja vu
where everything from within becomes out there, while the horror and ecstasy of real existence beckons the minds of the bored and disembodied
to drop down
way down
into the beating resonate sound
filling your body with an impulse to draw breath.
Poetry informed by the Pattern Recognition process developed during artistic residencies in Norway and Switzerland, and yes, really informed by notions of intelligence and artificial intelligence.
Drawing breath