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Seems like advocates for cooperatively-invested dialogue
are concerned about indoor classroom experiences
that feel a lot more like debate
or merely academic,
detached,
cold analysis of win/lose evolutionary history,
in which might proves rightwing kleptocratic victories
while lefter democratic peace voices
fade into non-violent
non-verbal communications
just among our oh-so-tolerant lefty hugging selves.
I've been talking to our Faith Formation Director
about why Unitarian-Universalist Universities
are
and are not
appropriate educational dialogue multicultures
for any faith formation,
active hope reformation,
compassionate therapy development,
climate health rather than more climate pathology.
It seems that good faith formation
precludes bad lack of trust deformation,
disinformation,
egotistic debate cultures
where winners take all
and losers run off in search of some safer classroom.
For me,
outdoor classrooms feel safer
for win/win multicultural dialogue
between nutritionally communicating allies,
consuming and producing healthy natural elements
like richer soil,
cleaner water,
better air,
balanced ego/eco-systemic climates
where distinctions between wealth and health
are held collectively for further refinement,
and not hoarded autonomously
for further isolating definitions
into either-or thinking
without sufficient emotional intelligence
for both health and wealth of feeling.
Outdoor classrooms
endorse dialogue
about how ecology and theology,
like science and sentience
outside and inside,
refine good trusting faith formation together
more left and right hemispheric
rightwing and leftwing heuristic exploration
toward in-between mutually cooperative discovery
uncovery of win/win potentialities,
Rather than all that inside classroom
business as supremely left-hemisphere academic
egocentric
anthropocentric left v right debate
about whose cold calculating weapons
are best for overpowering warm organic tools
of Earth's most polycultural producing healthy wealth.
Reforming left and right hemispheric dialogue
feels better,
naturally and spiritually,
holistically and holonically;
outside ecological relationships
forming good faith
of and for inside theological compassion.
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of the creation
of the continents and the oceans,
explores the complex make-up
of the deep interior and the lofty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
All these aspects are imprinted
in the contents of the rocks,
enunciating the 4.5 billion year history of the earth.
As a professional geologist,
my expertise lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
forming the mountain chains,
Like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stone to me,
it enumerates the fascinating anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
and unfolds the mysteries of the blue planet.
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March 30, 2023
She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychic collage of splintered dissonance,
framed in fractured facade of anguish.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced downward,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict the geometry of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt
the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised diligence
that something within her
opposes the distorted repression.
The facial deformation isn’t a style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
defacing doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
She sits composed, not as a woman,
but a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychological collage of splintered dissonance,
visible in the fractured facade of grief.
The body portioned into pile of unsettling planes,
the face split between the skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced down,
the limbs contorted into implausible grace.
All depict a geometric frame of emotion,
not a reshuffled shape of reality,
an embodiment of inconsistent identity.
The jade fingernails disrupt the flowing fractured form
with glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised persistence
that something within her opposes deformed repression.
The facial deformation isn’t just style preference,
etched on unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertion of authority.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
the distortion doesn’t demolish Dora Maar,
but accentuates her charisma.
Inspired by Dora Maar With Green Fingernails by Pablo Picasso
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior,
and unravels the enigmatic structure
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture,
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.
My expertise as a geologist
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains,
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.
Sweater than honey love may seem
Its reality,bitter than ever imagined
A rain of happiness we suppose
it showers
Great floods of sorrow accompany
its arrival
It can be a trusted guard to your path
It can also be the terrorist blocking
your escape
It can be the perfect healer to your
heart's wounds
It can also be the antidoteless poison
darkening your heart
It can be your anticipated beautiful
Spring
It can also be the sad Autumn after your
Spring
Love can actually make you whole
It also owns the power to break you all
In its hand lies the jurisdiction to
reformation
At its fingertips resides the sway to
deformation
Beware!The sea of love is a dangerous
one
Great and mighty are the tides to combat
You can either drown,or you can survive
The latter is almost impossible,not really
impossible
Clothe yourself with the wetsuit of patience
It keeps you going throughout the tides
Guard your heart with the lifejacket of
perseverance
It keeps it afloat not to drown in pain
Of my creation and creator I was absolutely ignorant, but I knew that I possessed no money, no friends, no kind of property. I was, besides, endued with a figure hideously deformed and loathsome; I was not even of the same nature as man.
I was more agile than they and could subsist upon a coarser diet; I bore the extremes of heat and cold with less injury to my frame; my stature far exceeded theirs. When I looked around I saw and heard of none like me. Was I, then, a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled and whom all men disowned?
At length I felt my first stirring; still, at first, it was inward. I began to question what I was, and why I was there, what had become of me.
I was in some great confusion about my existence, my being.
Then I forgot my deformation and lost it, for I grew accustomed to all men.
So I began to grow at an abnormal rate, and my frame enlarged and grew. I, who could barely support my own weight, began to walk in a rough fashion, but in an unconscious way, and without taking heed of my position and how my limbs moved. As I began to eat and drink, my strength grew and developed, but my bones were straitened and cracked and my flesh was scabby.
My ability to bear pain was diminished and I suffered much, but I fared well. My constitution, it is true, was deficient and I needed much care, but I had acquired the means of overcoming my weakness.
And so I passed my days at the springs and in the woods, without interfering with the acts of the animals. I had learnt to behave kindly.
Just a few years back you couldn’t talk about colonic irrigation without getting a picture of a grimacing, painfully thin middle-aged woman with large breasts.
I AM MONSTER.
My heart is dry. Horror.
:: 03.29.2022 ::
Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be so illiterate literally can't pull the trigger
Might have put a fon to his heads go figure
Counterfeit dreams nightmares
So they fought for us they be home now
Lock them up seclude them drug them out checkmate it's a stand still Satan steals and kills
He even tries to bends our wills women mothers crying because their boys and men are out in the war they come back home they're being denied governments denying urban city countries wars going to get you got mine seasons change what it is what it ain't none of that mistreatment and where are the trains on the railroad tracks cell phone tires towers missing children the promises of ups All I see is down mental health rising And I'm on a checkerboard multi-colored squares summer black summer white that's the closest we touch Where is the heaven where God is my witness yet it seems like he dismissed us in Jesus what color is he black or white or is he red yellow Tanner Brown Is he mine Is he yours do we just belong to the burns And how do birds live or more how do they sore in the sky or how I wished and I could fly I know I never die because my true self is energy but I don't want to be consumed and compiled in the colds of raising fires I want to live in a new body and love embrace by the father above the Grossman's conduct of my flesh body deformation my character caught up and pride like Illuminati The only luminess that I want to shine in is the resistance being a child of God about living God I light shines from my heart outward I light I come across the evils of myself first I liked this game in this worldly plain and it's physical vein I light I am of prophetic energies I am like in my father and he might be in every step that I take I go right because if I were to go left it would be checkmate?
4/6/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I'm not sure what Freud's Pleasure Principle is all about,
or was about Health and Safety;
Whether it's in
or out,
Whether hedonistic
and narcissistic
or the mundane
secular
capitalist
corporate product
of efficient sexual therapy
and heartless entertainments.
Whether the Principle is applicable
only to secular masters
for optimal "sacred rights" experience
Or also accessible to sacred slaves
as our secularized vocation
to provide for our nasty property owners,
Whether it is the primary purpose
of capitalism's efficient,
if ruthlessly competitive,
corporate monocultural deformation
into post-climax apathy
and cynicism
and cruel and unusual punishments,
Yet, somehow,
as I merge into this stream
of organic fossils
still miraculously refueling,
I am sure this Pleasure Principle,
Beacon of Health and Safety Bliss,
Paradise Pursuit
Could only be entered
by those wise enough to recognize
it is cooperatively
globally
multiculturally owned,
managed interfaith communion,
interdependently experienced
and multiplied
Into raptures
of organic/cosmic
internal/external climates
of and for personal
political
economic
ecological
theological
neurological win/win Climax
Of spaciated bilateral Time
dynamically equals revolutionary bicameral Space
in NonZero-Sum
open-holistic yet still emergent
equipoise waves
of self/other co-conscious
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-intentional
co-operative comm-union comm-unication.
Well,
thanks for sharing all that.
De nada;
my Pleasure.
Another years gone and yes we can
Has become another lost dream
No one stand up for patriout act to apply
To americans
We had momentum and lost steam
Were are new leaders
Ours are outdated and holding
Us back
Were is the love accepted
But not fact
Why is their black americans
Seeking reperations for crimes against africans
If that ever works I'm sue the british
For deformation of character
Why are the children silenced
Scared because they sit home
And listen to violence in every song
Show and game
Here the truth we all plaYing same game
And we all bluffing the same deal
Aces with eights
No matter what its a dead mans hand
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