Notices by tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)

Addendum: I also often recall Karl Krauss' aphorism: "I hear noises which others don’t hear and which disturb for me the music of the spheres, which others don’t hear either. Many share my views with me. But I don’t share them with them."

I confess not every poem I write or artwork I create is true to the strictures of inexplicability and ambiguity, of this disease of mutable meaning. I occasionally explain, make explicit, make my meaning known. Sometimes it has to be done. For that I apologize, to my muse and to my audience. 4/end

Have some art: #scissordance Superposition without Explanation, or, Schrödinger’s Carrots

If you are my audience. I mean to salt your brain with mutagenic prions made of dense tangles of imagery and metaphor, and hope for new meaning to self-assemble in the marbled fat under your skullcap--Meaning difficult of diagnosis, that cannot be enveloped in the white pus of explanation, and resistant to the antibodies of curation. I hope not for a cure, but there is no cure. 3/...

I sometimes share my art with an audience, but I don't share the meaning of my art. I tend to suppress any explicit meaning, if it's showing. I write poetry, not explanations. Explanation is a kind of diagnosis of the diseases poetry and art, and diagnosis is its own kind of disease, as Karl Krauss points out. As a diagnosed Manic Depressive, I'm fond of saying I am my own disease. Get your own disease. Or make my disease your own. 2/...

An Apology for Art

The art I make is not about communicating. My art is about being communicable, like an infectious disease. I aim to be virulent, not inviting. The audience will invite itself. Or not. I often tag posts #talkingtomyself #lettingyoulisten. A 19th century Hasidic Rabbi said that, 'I'm talking to myself and letting you listen." I repeat it, often, because it encapsulates my relationship to my work and any audience sitting out there in the dark theater of the Nietzchean abyss. 1/

Wednesday’s #dailywalk, #pilgrimsprogress: 14,778 steps, 6.1 miles.

@stbrigidpress Lopez was himself only. He's is gone and I miss him. Yesterday I was looking for a book in my library and saw his Crossing Open Ground in a stack on the shelf. I felt a real pang.

Kitty #physics: at the moment of the quantum jump, one kitton to stop being there, one kitton to start being here, with no kitton inbetween.

Due to Kitton Indeterminancy, the number of kittons in any feline quantum interaction cannot be known.

#cats #catphoto #quantumphysics #indeterminancy

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine

#outofcontext #poetry #quotes

I realize that's a dangerous thing to say.

@chemoelectric @clmerle Yes. I like them braised slowly in their own blood. The unkindest cuts only.

I need more poets.

We walk on water, but only because our brains are still wet. It'll be the ford of me yet.

Not tweet nor toot but drool.

#talkingtomyself #lettingyoulisten

When asked a question, consider silence. It works for God.

#talkingtomyself #lettingyoulisten

The wasps left an angel on the wall of the abandoned cabin.

I walk in the world, reading trees, counting rings in stumps. It's not all good. I don't believe in god, but it's all god. I use this term to subvert the term. "God" is not good. And there is no other. Ein od. You should be terrified. Also ecstatic. #afidel #afidelism #theodicy #talkingtomyself #lettingyoulisten

Sunday's #dailywalk #pilgrimsprogress: 10,583 steps, 4.4 miles.

Reading tree.

#walking #forestforthetrees #beech #initialtree

Walking up and down in it. #dailywalk 7 day #pilgrimsprogress, Sunday to Saturday: 70,882 steps, about 28 miles.