WRITINGS

WILDNESS

We are animals. We started with one cell. Then the cell split and we evolved and devolved. The point of existence is survival. In order to survive, we developed tools and structures that are in our DNA and are inescapable. The remnants exist in selfishness, violence, greed, paranoia, anxiety, autocrats, plutocrats, cataracts (that’s a joke) and organized institutions, i.e., government, religion, clans, cliques, PACs.

We played out our animal nature freely in a garden of wonders…  of course, always watchful for predators. Some beings chose to kill or be killed: to kill and dominate all other beings. These came to be regarded as strong leaders. Beings separated into groups for protection and a cooperative effort to survive. We lived with a connection to nature. We had awe, reverence, spirituality and wildness. Wildness is our instinctual way of being. Wildness is beauty. Wildness is joy. It has no group judgments about what is good or bad: smell, hairiness, out-of-control-ness. But wildness frightened many beings. As civilization marched forward, more and more wildness was taken away. Our ancestors got used to ceding wildness; it began to seem undesirable. The result is that we use products/deodorants to mask our wildness; we must put on masks to conceal our true nature; we must act out roles. As parents, we encourage our childrens’ masking and role-playing to protect them from incarceration and – even more – from being ostracized or not being “successful” enough. There have always been outcasts, shamans, wizards, and people with a foot in a different plane. These have been burned, tortured and cast into the wilderness. They have faced the fire and came back transformed (but not unscathed). Their descendants are artists, poets, clairvoyants, and holy ones. The paths to expressing wildness are being bought up by the developers; very few now exist. I have re-discovered my path and I am not getting off. I love my wildness; I love it in other people. When the wild ones find our way to each other, we take care of each other; that’s our sacred pact. Wild ones should not fear revealing their wildness to other wild ones.

COLOR QUERY

I used to lean toward certain colors

peachy pinkish fleshy cellular tissue

raspberry sherbet iridescent lucky lavender twist

with a deep aqua aura soldered translucent copper

coiling silver onyx oil spilling granite mountains pouring

red hot molten crimson carmine cadmium light

darkish burgundy, cranberry alizarin brightest boysenberry

crumble magenta into plum magic purple peeps thru periwinkle

sky, Prussian power ploy 

sexy mad magenta, vivid violet into indigo bound for black

Roy g Biv and Sun Yat Sensate static jet brilliant glossy enamel

chinese, titanium buff to zinc

dusts ivory, wheaten whitened tan tinged ecru aged

with yellow maize and mustard marigold sunshine ochre glow

And now we’ve reached… 

festive zesty gutsy lusty luscious sprout and leafy

lime apple chartreuse neon thyme pale olive, military khaki

sage and grasses growing emerald forest mallard shadows teal and pine

CRYPTODE

Cairns caskets crypts caves

Always the need to seize to save

When the place of return is the

place of rebirth… then

Why encumber release from the earth?

Morph, molt, melt, mix

A treatise on metamorphosis

Wizard’s brew of flora and fauna

Hematite, copper, fire, and slaughter

A gift to appease the gods and the spirits

Bones stones ageing’s wrath

A tribute to being, an ash epitaph

Dust is to dust as wood

is to rock

As matter to matter to master

to mock

Lichen moss pods bark

A few short hours to leave their mark

Parasite, leucocyte, 

survivalist yearning

Turning and turning and

turning and turning

STRONGBOW'S TOMB

GRAY AREAS