art by Mattthew Skenandore
Taction Trigger
by Will MacBride
by Will MacBride
I spotted an electric fish out there in the dark out there in the dark by the campfire which is
where I’ll have to live soon the fish froze on the spot froze on the spot in the nightwater like
a spark in the nightair from the fire from the fire composed of memory I also look at autorace
speedways while asleep I’m gonna visit those longer longer than a second someway longer
than these Saturday stumbles I’m honored to be involved in scorch telepathy Each freeze or
flash point that’s taction where I’ll look fear cannot survive strobo tell your friends and to
stop televising their workplace alone as though it’s moving tactlessly touch stupid for an
instant sexy like and it falls to crystalize in the ocean of dots THAT MOVE AND DO NOT
MOVE IN ENDLESS GRACE tact it pointer question mark sends it tumbling into ACTION
where I’ll have to live soon the fish froze on the spot froze on the spot in the nightwater like
a spark in the nightair from the fire from the fire composed of memory I also look at autorace
speedways while asleep I’m gonna visit those longer longer than a second someway longer
than these Saturday stumbles I’m honored to be involved in scorch telepathy Each freeze or
flash point that’s taction where I’ll look fear cannot survive strobo tell your friends and to
stop televising their workplace alone as though it’s moving tactlessly touch stupid for an
instant sexy like and it falls to crystalize in the ocean of dots THAT MOVE AND DO NOT
MOVE IN ENDLESS GRACE tact it pointer question mark sends it tumbling into ACTION
Author's Commentary
I wrote this poem with both motion and motionless instants in mind. The repetitions with italicization and so forth suggest, along with many other qualities of the imagery, emanation, flash packets of meaning, echoes, and similar energetic phenomena. Contact enters the picture as instants of energetic transmission, vision that touches deep connection for moments, change 'telepathic' communication and such. Just as an electric shock occurs for an instant so may moments of insight or deeper consciousness. Instants are part of the architecture of insight and knowing, which essentially ARE contact, neural transmissions happen very quickly, with the electrical interactions occuring at light speed, and I tried to convey that sort of motion and those continuums in this poem. From a technical/linguistic perspective It goes beyond more ordinary poetic forms mainly in the non-traditional use of lines, capitalization, and italicization.
About Will MacBride
Will MacBride is a musician, writer, carpenter/ handyman, woodworker/sculptor, sometimes graphic artist. He was born and grew up near New York City, he has traveled the world, and he now lives in St. Paul Minnesota. He is a cool guy. He has many personalities. He is fairly strange. He is a gentleman. He is a knower and a not knower. He is a prince. He is a hippie. He is a pauper. He is a teacher on assignment to “help wake them up” etc. He is radiance. He is a worker. He is a poet. He is a philosopher. He is a quantum system. He is an evolving energy phenomenon. He is all. As are you.
Visit Will's Interactive New State Deep Talk Journal.
published May 16 2011
Visit Will's Interactive New State Deep Talk Journal.
published May 16 2011
Dream On Whirling Revisited
by Will MacBride
A dream [Unreality that happens without resolution but to end it] dreaming within a dream
The only process [sequences like music, beats, biorhythms] and no other [neighboring?]
Mind ends in light [generation]
Perception’s [classic informer] a turning and aligning [engage confluence]
Of process as the great assessment [summated vision stock]
Of “reality” [windowed, proceeding, breathing-architectural] attempts to
See what its self [?]is.
So that’s why [recognitive] there are those
Visions [never have known the where] of the early gigantic dark
Castle-earth high schooled abysses [with night fires, framed by or inside great night mountain(s)]
And vast spring storms and auto-directed sky beasts aeronauts at no particular time [the birds of darkness, of lores]
The cities [segments of arrival and established work walk] of meaning emerge
As though from the nameless and unperceived depth [potentials]
into inner vision [without conflict or notice given]
Grounded air and burning clapboard nextdoor [neighboring, apparent proximate otherness again]
Are thinking and are not [macro-rumination]
The logic twinkles through like sandy energy [particulate radiance]
Sensing as it spends the diamond dust
[hmmm hum]
We seek linked awareness [state to state]
Like surveyors [levels relative to the sea] trying to touch
Together moments [arrangements of knowing]
[for responsiveness]
Loneliness is all that it is [admission, confession, kindest]
A great loneliness aware or unaware [it turns wildering in frames] that it is a great loneliness
[If one would act on any real information…]
Ideation decides [particularizing] in a moment settling voltages
This occurs now you bone bean brained bastard
Or bird brained bitch [jolt into presence]
As your eyes shift time’s emphasis
[any time and every time]
Perception aligns what range of infinity to what?
Since all !s connect off to ranges of infinity
Thickburning touches, feels, adjusts [contacts]
[the morphing in-formations]
Indeed some motionless generative motion inside somewhere
Entertains ranges. I can feel the generative motion
And it is probably some sort of whirling
[the simplest way to make motion is to whirl, to cycle or spin or orbit]
[oscillations are the same whirling proceeding ]
Shift and adjust [in a pre-interpretive brief phase] to decide on what a day is
[Emphasize any potential as long as you know it’s a range]
Dreamers, listeners, existers, exiters thus robo-intrinsically BRING MOTION TO BEAR AND
ATTEND
Author's Commentary
The Bracketings and a few other stylistic elements are somewhat experimental in this poem. It’s pretty clear what the bracketed portions are doing – deepening the imagery, as though you’re looking closer of into and that expands it, or simply commenting on it. This poem explores themes of generative and regenerative forces, pulsation and oscillation, and a larger motion of the attraction subtotalities have toward review and recognition of each other. Thus returning cycles of oscillation echo the phenomena of consciousness reconnecting and reviewing, aligning, and so on, thus finding freeing, ecstatic, or insightful states. Note how this also seems to proceed forward into unknowns, to have a progressive quality. Returning to proceed is again an oscillatory, fundamental sort of idea (for instance a wheel does this).
My poems and writings, this is an example, are literal experiments in the sense that I really do seem to find things out. I think that thought is greatly misunderstood and that it is actually a kind of transformative process, much like digging, or sculpting, or setting up civilizations. Since it does not change the changeless eternal (as nothing does) people underestimate it in a certain sense. Perhaps they do not understand how it is directing their attention in a complete enough way. Thus these same specific people could be said to be dumbed down or deceived by eternity itself, which is not what eternity intended. That’s one way of talking about the illusion.
It is important to point out that “thought” as such happens spontaneously and is no different from the very cosmic interplay of energies, attention, and awareness itself. In that sense there is no thought and it is rather a greater awareness of forces and freed potentialities that looking into the ideational process (which is all essentially a kind of review) produces. The result, then, seems to be “waking out of a mind.”
I think setting up multiple momentary commenting narrators is experimental because that is exactly what anybody experimenting does. They test and recontact their own primary iterations, feeling things out, establishing polyangular perception, setting knowingness precedents, and thus building insight power. Deepening through spontaneously revealing intention. The final words of the poem refer to what I see everything as fundamentally – an interplay of motion and attention.
My poems and writings, this is an example, are literal experiments in the sense that I really do seem to find things out. I think that thought is greatly misunderstood and that it is actually a kind of transformative process, much like digging, or sculpting, or setting up civilizations. Since it does not change the changeless eternal (as nothing does) people underestimate it in a certain sense. Perhaps they do not understand how it is directing their attention in a complete enough way. Thus these same specific people could be said to be dumbed down or deceived by eternity itself, which is not what eternity intended. That’s one way of talking about the illusion.
It is important to point out that “thought” as such happens spontaneously and is no different from the very cosmic interplay of energies, attention, and awareness itself. In that sense there is no thought and it is rather a greater awareness of forces and freed potentialities that looking into the ideational process (which is all essentially a kind of review) produces. The result, then, seems to be “waking out of a mind.”
I think setting up multiple momentary commenting narrators is experimental because that is exactly what anybody experimenting does. They test and recontact their own primary iterations, feeling things out, establishing polyangular perception, setting knowingness precedents, and thus building insight power. Deepening through spontaneously revealing intention. The final words of the poem refer to what I see everything as fundamentally – an interplay of motion and attention.
About Will MacBride
Will MacBride is a musician, writer, carpenter/ handyman, woodworker/sculptor, sometimes graphic artist. He was born and grew up near New York City, he has traveled the world, and he now lives in St. Paul Minnesota. He is a cool guy. He has many personalities. He is fairly strange. He is a gentleman. He is a knower and a not knower. He is a prince. He is a hippie. He is a pauper. He is a teacher on assignment to “help wake them up” etc. He is radiance. He is a worker. He is a poet. He is a philosopher. He is a quantum system. He is an evolving energy phenomenon. He is all. As are you.
See Will's Interactive New State Deep Talk Journal.
published June 19 2011
See Will's Interactive New State Deep Talk Journal.
published June 19 2011
