Moon Memo: Seeds
Hello from Portland, Oregon, where I am sitting at my little computer tapping away in a conference work. The office has its lights on and 4 people having meetings around me, so I decided to head to a place that was quieter, with the lights off and the blinds closed, with a lot of space, so that I could not feel overwhelmed.
Today is a day that could have been an email. There are days like this at any job. At this one, more often than I wish, but that's ok. I am given space when I need it, and kindness, and understanding. I do the work, and they are happy when I do what I am supposed to do. 90 day check in, and my boss says "I worry that you get bored." Friend, I will always find something to do. That's why I bring a writing machine. That's why I bring a head full of words.
And that's why I bring my bag of seeds.
I have saved over 4000 plain text files in a folder with a program on top of it that can pick up one of those seeds at random. And I can take that seed, and grow a poem, or a newsletter, or something to share with friends. My loves, here are some seeds, as a present on a slow day at work, here in a dark room, where I am happy to be alive, and to be loved.
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On the way into work, listening to Nick Cave talk about the start of his relationship with his wife. Two recovering addicts. That makes sense to me. We are drawn to our people.
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... writers are listeners, or should be; instruments through which the motion of meaning in the universe can register itself in the particular medium which is language. It has to all keep moving, though; if meaning stays written down, it gets dead. We have to read it, re-speak it, if it’s going to keep on living in the world.
-Luke Hathaway
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Horror is terror that stayed the night.
-300 arguments, [[Sarah Manguso]]
Some people ditch friends and lovers because it’s easier to get new ones than to resolve conflicts with the old ones, particularly if resolving a conflict requires one to admit error or practice mercy. I’m describing an asshole. But what if the asshole thinks he’s ditching an asshole?
[[Sarah Manguso]]
The trouble with comparing yourself to others is that there are too many others. Using all others as your control group, all your worst fears and all your fondest hopes are at once true. You are good; you are bad; you are abnormal; you are just like everyone else.
[[Sarah Manguso]]
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The apocalyptic dream, or nightmare, is a human dream and thereby completely uninteresting to those other than ourselves. The anthropocentric perspective is irrelevant to a cockroach. The cockroach minds its own business, does what it’s supposed to do and lives a life based on creative adaptation to the surrounding environment. There is no real ending, only sequential development. Let’s not call it the apocalypse or even a downfall. Let us just call it what it is, the human being’s last sigh.
-Carl Abrahamsson
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For the majority of the Gnostics, the realm of nature and the God of the Old Testament were incompatible with the picture of the divine painted by Christ in the New Testament. If both Yahweh and the natural world were capricious and violent, how could one reconcile this with the ‘heavenly Father’ that Jesus believed was ever listening and attentive? For many Gnostics, the tribal, desert God of the old covenant represented at best an outdated perception of the Pleroma’s true nature; at worst this ‘God’ was a deceiver actively seeking to blind humanity to the divine spark within.
Steve Dee
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None of us is anywhere near as interesting as we think, yet neither are we are appaling as we fear. I tolerate you all. :-)
Miek Achim's christmas message
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Take these seeds and scatter them, my dears. Make of them what you will.
Love and stuff,
Misha Lynn Moon