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Long poem by Tom Arnone | Details

April's Babbling Foolishness

(Created using the bAbBlE sentence generator, various text excerpts, and a minuscule bit of human editing.) 

And she smells good without keeping all ...

Beef, sitting lonely on that lies floating on the tufted floor. "Surely," I was napping, cold noodles, I implore!

But the Raven, "Nevermore."

Deep into that darkness peering, I got enough trouble.

Boy, the whole world together. Eagerly I guess dirt is what thy worldly name is on the tufted floor.

Taken from the night thinking. Eagerly I sat engaged in guessing, when, I'm supposed to spend the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose foot-falls tinkled on the floor; And my soul grew stronger; hesitating then he fluttered - Till the dirges of evil! - prophet still, hot noodles with seeing bird above my heart be still is there balm in Gilead? - here I scarcely more than muttered, sitting lonely on that placid bust, chicken guts!

Beef, while I pondered, shrimp with garlic sauce, and the silken, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; hesitating then no longer, "Nevermore."

Beef, yet all undaunted, nearly napping, and sour chicken, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to take out, "Though thy crest be shorn and mighty truck load of prehistoric swamp mud! Take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, lemon chicken with fantastic terrors never felt before. Then the bird said, beef with fantastic terrors never felt before; But the morrow he will leave me burning, curry sauce, crispy noodles, all my soul within me burning, roast pork, pepper steak and sour combination, "Nevermore."

But the Raven, "Or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore!" Quoth the morrow; - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber of flea-bitten bug ridden throng of flatulent sewage! - prophet still, if bird or white rice, chicken guts! Take out, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core; This and more I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burnt into my bosom's core; This and more I sat engaged in guessing, curry beef lo mein, shrimp egg foo young, roast pork with my head at my chamber of contaminated cigar butts!

The Raven, "Nevermore."

Beef with broccoli and nothing more.

"Prophet!" said I, "Tapping at my chamber of pureed monkey mucus! - prophet still, if bird or steamed dumplings, stir fried rice noodles, beef with chili sauce, fried or steamed white rice, perfumed from an erratic horde of his Hope that melancholy burden bore - Till I said, Doubtless," said I, "Sir," said I, "Art sure I heard a tapping, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of septic frog water!"

Beef with many quaint and mighty dipstick of Pallas just above my chamber door, "Nevermore."

Beef Szechuan style, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the only word, anniversaries, roast pork with onions and spicy beef egg foo young, all the seeming of seething pus! By that Heaven that bends above his chamber of soggy camel snot!

Ah, Bar-B-Q pork with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now to take out my heart be still the beating of my heart be still a moment, and nothing more!

Beef with sorrow for the lost Lenore! Quoth the floor; And his eyes have flown before - On this home by Horror haunted - tell me see, then, shrimp lo mein, boneless chicken almond cookies, chicken, chicken egg foo young, vegetable chow fun, "Nevermore."

The Raven, "Lenore?" Merely this and nothing more!

Beef lo mein, free delivery within 4 blocks, I implore; But the fact is I was napping, hot spicy beef fried rice, open 8 days, suddenly there came a blasphemous sliver of steaming monkey meat!

Then, pork fried rice, weak and mighty stack of my heart, and mighty bowl of rotten bear whiz!

This I flung the shutter, catering for free delivery, weak and mighty repository of the countenance it wore, shrimp, shrimp, with garlic sauce, fearing, Doubting, Buddhist delight, I stood there wondering, beef with my head at my chamber door - This is it and tomato, beef, That one gently rapping, crispy noodles, roast pork, eggplant with my head at ease reclining On the fact is I was napping, calamari with broccoli, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered - not a schizophrenic cask of mealy verbal diarrhea!

Beef with many a flirt and mighty crust of repugnant disk failures!

Ah, nevermore!

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to take out that now burnt into my bosom's core; And my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, crispy shrimp, I implore - Is there - is there balm in beer batter, sitting lonely on this desert land enchanted - On the morrow he hath sent, Bar-B-Q beef, while I pondered, General Tso's chicken guts!

Beef, "Nevermore."

Startled at the house specialties, "Thing of evil! - prophet still, Singapore rice, my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the angels name Lenore - Clasp a cow. Not the ducks and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell this is some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast delivery within 6 days, Nevermore."

"Thing of evil! - prophet still the beating of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, and chicken, chicken wings, run, with my chamber door!

"Nevermore."

Jane said, "Here he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered, Sir," said I, funny, Though thy crest be shorn and shrimp with me truly, shrimp with this and sour soup with mien of lord or steamed white rice or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Jane and tomato, perched above my bosom's core; This and vegetable chow fun, look, I muttered, Jane, I muttered, "Mother."

Beef, "Nevermore."

You - here, all the shutter, dropping her underwear now burnt into the chamber turning her dress.

Colors may be paid by that God we have sent, consult your receipt. There balm in Gilead? - tell me, feeling the door - Perched upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door.

"Get thee back through him."

She knew that way she was watching her flesh. There spoken was unbroken, $111.

Then, what thereat is not the Beatles.

Quoth the grave and stern decorum of the angels name Lenore. Quoth the whole lobster with broccoli, Dynasty delight, all the night thinking.

He was in beer batter, By the ushers watch me up was sure gets complicated. They like parking your gum on the floor; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the stuff in the other kids are a man. They like you came rapping, truly your forgiveness I wish he'd hurry up snappy answers for evermore.

Copyright © 1994 Tom Arnone & bAbBlE (computer writing program)

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Father Time's Surprising Taoist Intimations

Tell me,
Father Time,
if you would share this space
it would mean everything to me
to us, so kind,
which forms of integrative diversity
incarnate your highest priority,
most comprehensive,
social-political-economic-cultural issues:

1. Domestic economy flat-line trends,

2. International peace intent and praxis,

3. Universally perpetually optimizing CQI health care
practices and standards of outcome-production value,

4. Eco-centric and -logical regenerative revelation
in response to climatic, yet chronic, changes,
unbalanced monoculturating times,
evolutionary paradigmatic
as polydigital-language trending
symbiotic evolution?

Yes!
timelessly offered lifeskills Master Time.

Trying again:
In the unlikely event
that you have the capacity
to give a straight answer
to an eco-political question, 
theoretically far afield from your more temporal concerns,

Which of these four options best fits
your crystal-ball signs of cultural impact,
empowerment,
hunger,
critical climatic co-responsiveness
should Quinnipiac College survey
synergetic trends
across most likely voters
in our next national election?

Oh, so glad you finally said so.
Let's see...

Number One is too sad and hopeless
at either national or international levels,
but maybe if we interpreted "domestic"
as 'familial"
and/or 'local"
or even
"genetically tribal exegetical branches
and root systems of eco-enriching
in-co-arising-formination."

It's against our real time language rules
to make up language that does not meet
exe-culturating standards.

I would respond,
but I hardly know where to begin
reiterating the total number of double-negative
standards within your un-natural logos.

This has always been a problem for me,
knowing where to begin,
to end,
to continue our story.

Anyway,
Number Two glares too starry-eyed
for prickly realists,
academics,
attorneys and pyramid-structured financial insurance agents,
for struggling real property commodifiers
and landlords, and ladies, of Earth's Commons.

Number Three is too "liberal-Clinton" associated,
in the U.S.,
which is one of the few places
on Earth
where health-assurance continues to be a debated political and economic issue,
rather than an Earth Health Rights
environmentally inclusive
ecological imperative
to respond to global critically screeching
wilting, extinguishing, refuge-seeking demands.

Number Four speaks most clearly
to our stormy TransMillennial emergence generation,
syncing health as following eco-centric polycultural network optimization trends
of YangForm with YinYinFunction.

So, for young adults
through infants
of all currently incarnating
and co-evolving species,
I suggest Number Four,
to optimize culturally transformative healthy wealth
clout--
both effective health outcomes
evinced through Best Permacultural Practice research,
deductive-empowered,
and
anthro-epic mythic-rooted definition
for Beloved Climaxing Unto Near Diastatic,
Eco-Centric Community,
with concomitant Positive Psychology,
communication reiterating-regenerating
co-arising trends
for and from public/private discernment,
reductive harmony meets inductive prediction.

Internal,
like external,
climatic change
continues to forewarn
we are over-armed with mutually intended ballistics
while under-anchored
with mutually co-arising ballastic in-formation;
organic Earth's co-intelligent red sky
points both dusk and dawn
of this co-operating local/global economic network.

It is like pulling wisdom teeth
without appropriately timed
and functional anesthetics
to follow your run-on temporal syntax.
Father Time,
your words are too dense
for normal neural travel.

If you were consulting a potential political policy
to empower globally inclusive economic incubation,
which of the following four options
is your strategic choice
for mentoring Earth's residents
as faithfully
and lovingly
and effectively
and regeneratively
as possible
through our internal
and external climatic need
for positive healthy enculturating revolution,
designed to logistically deliver
sustainable health outcomes
through life's projected eternity
on planet Earth:

1 Eco-normic thermodynamic political balance?

2. Increasing healthy multisystemic ecotherapeutic relationships
between bio- and eco-systems?

3. Achieving an exegetically accepted
eco-logical polycultured metaparadigm
of analogic-steering
Fullerian Midway Tipping Points
as permacultural Yang/Yin
co-operative harmonic wu-wei discernment
for eco-climaxing regenerative outcomes,

4. (0)-square-root sprouting
our metaphysical spacetime eco-consciousness
on, in, of, by, through
bicameral 4-prime fractal
regenerate RNA-rooted
co-arising intelligence?

Cultural history might suggest
reiterating prior cycles of spiral-octave cultural evolution:

Number One gifts our nondual future
with TransParent NegErgodic
Co-Gravitational Cosmology,
giving birth to RNA
as Host of bilateral Time's awareness
(that's my familial line).

Number Two erupts RNA
eventually spawning Left-brain ego-dominant
deductive-languaged DNA's
lexicon of Yang/Yin double-fractal
Zero-Centric octave sets of frequency,
placeholders of confluently exegetical
positive/negative synaptically reiterative
transgenerational memory.

Number Three barters co-operative political relationships
with co-arising economic optimization,
Us-Them [P=N(NP)]
Win-Win Gaming Tree
on WWW's Earth-as-Universe
balanced electromagnetic
binary-bi-nomial form and function
unitarian languaged mainframing
redundant information discernment systems.

Number Four yet emerges a Positive-C
(or "e" or "P")
evo-logical language
balancing Time's timeless
Right-brain love
of symmetric pattern
and fractal-holonic rhythm frequencies
double-boundaried, self-justifying implicate order
of negentropic dia-syntax,
bi-cytosine as Not(Not-Uracil)
uniting +U/(+/-)C-fractal
defining SpaceTime's 4-prime bi-equivalency,
sustaining enculturation's cooperative economics
with co-arising
Win-Win
political=power
primal Tao (temporally bilateral and dipolar) co-relationship.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

This Is Feminist Us

It's peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this time of lost loss.
Death is always inconvenient,
even when invited.

A veteran,
about my age,
this shooter.

I feel like it took more than one
to hold and fire this mental illness rifle.
In a sad and guilty complicit sense,
we have collectively achieved what we bought
and sold
and settled for.

This malformed soldier
is a remnant of what most believed we needed to create,
back in the 60s,
brainwashed into believing
we were protecting wives and kids, somehow
by killing Vietnamese husbands
and many times their wives
and napalmed children,
trees,
forest.

Not exactly breeding ground for growing healthy minds
and well-armed bodies.

I dimly and darkly recall
a much earlier disagreement
with the new commander of the U.S. Navy's
Officers Candidate School.
A first woman commandant,
something atrociously surprising to men-only militia violence,
similar to Medea 
planning an angry hostile life.

This earlier time also started peacefully alone,
but inside,
waiting to be called in to her office,
at the beginning of her second week
in her new exalted position
over new violence-empowered candidates.

I had just completed a gratuitous violence first week of abuse
and militarily precise neglect,
as ruthlessly systematic as racism,
in  frigid first week of January,
Rhode Island.
We were so close to the Atlantic
it felt like we  were in the ocean.

We had also been frigidly outside,
and hotly inside,
yelled at,
systematically starved,
force marched in gusty zero-degree 3 AM darkness
without coats or hats or gloves,
in fact I think we were in our boxers and Tshirts one night,
due to someone's sin of omission,
whether contrived on schedule
or spontaneously erupting
from pneumonia reduced and disabled minds,
I do not know.

The hardest part for me
was less than two hours sleep per night.
Industrially guaranteed to reduce oneself to crazy.

When I was first ushered in
for my early exit interview
by none other than her Military Medea Mightiness,
she took one look at miserably civilian dressed me
and asked why would I think it appropriate to disrespect her
by not bothering to show up in uniform.

I started to mention that I had never been issued one
when she told my keeper
that we needed to do an about face
and try again when I looked right.
Or at least as righter
as I might become.

So, he had to go out among my now-former classmates
to beg and borrow,
hopefully he didn't steal,
boots and belts and pants and shirt and hat.
Later that same long and tedious day
I was once again summoned
for a second shoot.

She wanted to know 
why I thought it was OK
to be the first to go
from this new class of officer candidates.
Did my recruiter not explain about this first hazing week?

Well no,
in fact I thought he told me hazing is illegal
in most States.
We develop soldiers;
we don't grow bullies.

I understand you didn't make a total ass of yourself.
So if you want to change your mind,
now that we turned the heat back on
and keep the lights off all night
and have turned the verbal abuse down a notch,
or maybe two,
I might be willing to listen
if you beg me nicely to stay here
with us in Navy Officer Paradise.

No thanks,
said I,
I'm already quite disgusted enough
by your shocking lack of even militarized intelligence
to see this as a navy not invested in preserving,
much less protecting,
real live humanity
hanging onto some semblance of sanity.

Oh but you see
this is not true.
Our rules of first week operationalization
are to save your sorry ass
because,
as we all know,
teamwork builds through ego assassinations.

Well no,
actually,
your own recent research on these issues
lies at my fingertips.
Required reading for psych and communication majors,
attitude change and persuasion students
where I hail from in Michigan.

It is a clear and present common threat to survival
that most quickly grows cooperative trust and teamwork,
cooperative co-investments,
especially among those who have learned to trust and respect each other,
including for our recognized 
and understood and 
appreciated diversity
of talents.
and shared sufficient simplicity of sleep
and active co-listening for harmonic voices.
Or maybe that was just for choirs
and military orchestras.

Well this is fake news to me!
she exclaimed in her sternly patriotic face.

I believe you,
which is why
I want out
of this absence of healthy care
and any semblance of sanity,
disloyal to my family's investment,
my nation's rational self-governing future,
and anathema to Sacred Mother Earth.

Are you Native American,
asked she,
as if she couldn't care less or more.

No more or less than you
I would surmise.

It came as no surprise
when she eagerly accepted
my request to be relieved
of further dishonored service
and cast aside my various borrowed parts
because of ecopolitical leaders
confusing noble grace of unity
with bare-knuckled
bare-headed
frozen uniformity.

I wonder how the Green Beret shooter
in lost loss of Las Vegas
might have suffered from this same sad loss
of militarized teamwork disabilitization,
chronic and critical climates of constant stress.

When the enemy is down
and out of sight,
we cannot afford to have disaffected grunts
sit on angry-fearfilled butts
rethinking who is truly in my ego team's best interest
and whom we might agree to take out next,
because healthy mental care giving and receiving
has nothing to do with formation
of militarizing violence.

In this same way,
a Presidential God Bless You,
twittered to victims of our own militarizing violent formations,
feels so empty,
fake as the blesser
would do even lesser
mental health care and receiving
for all God's militarizing
and industrious We Win
So You Must Lose
soldier candidates in deformation,
but also neglected children
and trees,
and starlight
which could bring us together
in one mind of great thanksgiving.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Two Wrongs Worth a Right

Today, our first “All About Me” History class begins
when we comprehend every day and night
co-arises with “All About We”
full-octave
Zero-centric
bicamerally encultured
and regenetically reiterated
in and through,
by and for,
before and after,
each moment of Earth Tribe’s timeless surfing times.

If your story
and history
or herstory,
is wrong,

If wrong is negative,
If right is positive,

When do two historic
two cultural
two personal
two political
two familial
two subspecies'
wrongs make it right,
just as a double negative polynomial equals a polynomial positive?

Perhaps when this double-negative shy yinyin,
playing the role of wu wei,
issue develops linear appositional polarity
comprehended
as negative correlational and co-arising
Tipping Point
of co-gravitationally balancing outcome indicators
of optimizing Continuous Quality Improvement
embracing permacultural health 
and defensive eco/egojustice with contenting peace
and positive economic
and environmental outcome indicators.

Sexism breeds reverse sexism
as racism breeds reverse racism,
two appositional wrongs,
looking for a median flow
creolizing right,
an ego/eco-centering polypathic consciousness.

When the Industrial Age WRONG trend
toward oppressing yin feminist intuitive,
cooperative
empathic
inductive information processing
and Wisdom Languaged systems
PLUS
the coincidentally nondual co-arising Information Systemic TransMillennial Stage
of Left-brain dominant language
competitionOVERcooperation reverse-equity WRONG (about value-neutral capitalism's antidemocratic evolution, anyway)
deductive-reductive STEM monocultural norms for rational information v. analogical/ecological-temporal-spaciated-sequential-revolving-seasonal-reasonal-health-wealth creolizing wealth,
ecological enculturation,
digital-quantified, commodified, domesticated,
wrongly over-weighted
as of more evolutionary scientific nutritional value
than analogical/ecosystemic
lexical dialectic,
racial-cultural dialectal diversity,
gender balance in political and economic diastatic systems
as Yang/Yin bicameral Left/Right balance comprehended
hypostatic ego/eco-consciousness
bilaterally RIGHT

When hubris WRONG 
of overly competitive commodified domesticated information
enculturation
evaluation
political wealth

co-arises

WRONG undervalue
for cooperative gift-it-forward
Zero-EgoBalanced Interest
EcoNormics
Organic EcoSystem Interior and Exterior Consciousness Landscapes,
deep nurturing ecology of health optimization
for all binomially normative Earthcentric biosystems,
all co-arising with co-falling consumer-producer political economies
all infolding with outfolding fractal-holonic dialectal dipolars,
all inhaling with exhaling RIGHT Earth Tribes.

When the WRONG
most over-heated, wilting,
unraveling,
political-economic competitive Win-Lose Game
early health and wealth marginalized losers
begin to notice,
then listen,
to comprehend ecoconsciousness,
why life’s, nature’s, Earth’s
reweaving
cooperatively co-gravitational
and thermodynamically permaculturally balanced
health as wealth standard ecocultures,
ecologicians
ecotherapists
eco-normists for political/financial ego-cooperative AND ecosymbiotic 
struggling-with (not struggling-against)
ecobalance,
wu wei tipping points
shyly lurking in mythos engaging logos,
Wisdom Language,
syntax
dialectics
nondual co-arising ReGenesis
of full-life

equals

diastatic
synergetic
polyculturally climaxing
Love-Beloved EcoPolitical Community.

Let our polycultural cooperative
emergent composting party
begin.
Our egg is fertile,
our Time is PostMillennially
culturally ripe
with bicameral dipolar decomposers, 
analyzers, 
programmers, 
policy discernment facilitators,
of political and familial and personal ecosystemic rights
of freedom toward balanced ecological healthy wealth,
with mutually subsidiary double-binding boundaries
excluding ego/eco imbalanced relationships and transactions.

Positive Polynomial Zero
is informationally equivalent
to double-negative Polynomial Zero.

“Yin” is Lao-tse’s “non-being”
as metaphysical as not-now Special Case
except for NOW
as organically-systemically articulating
with full
or near-full trending Yang/Yin
co-arising dialectical diastatic ecobalance
in Special Case physical-natural Universe,
surfing timelessly through Time’s 3-dimensional spaciating
co-gravitational 
linear-implicate TransParently balanced 
progenitive relationship 
with space.

Primal issues
wear two faces:

Yang asks,
How do we cooperatively intend and practice optimizing
our cultural environment
to facilitate-evolve
healthy individuals,
including ourselves,
with co-resonant respect for our most diastatically
inclusively imaginable voices,
minds,
consciousness?

While Yin asks,
How do we/I not lose sight of,
how do I/we defend,
my/our ego-self’s healthy esteem
by optimizing my/our individual/communal
freedom to fully articulate
our most deeply held sense of “ego/Yang” = “eco/yinyou(+/-)yinother”
bicameral balancing identity?

How do we hang onto our most polyculturally,
yet intimately,
held Positive-Esteem Cooperative Psychology,
as individuals (Interior Landscape of ego-boundary identity)
and as a species (Exterior Landscape of eco-freedom boundary identity)?

These two Landscapes bicamerally reside within each human mindbody
of co-arising evolutionary RNA/DNA-syntaxed balance,
DNA dialectal for thermodynamic balance,
fractal-temporal-neural syntax normed
at (0)-soul point of political and economic equi-optimizing interest intent
toward PolyCultural EcoConscienceness.

All About Me days
self-perpetuate
All About We life,
relational/transactional integrative integrity of  love.

Positive Life is only the cooperative integrity of each bicameral moment’s
potential for co-arising revolutions of  love,
baby,
Beloved Community is our polycultural love revolution.

Spread nutrients around,
we’re catching on
when we organically pitch positive compost.

Please send in your questions.
Class dispersed for our further evolution.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

The THC Ordinance

I am fairly new to this Norwick community.
If I recall correctly
we have about forty thousand households here
where the Connecticut River
conjoins the Mohegan and Iroquois Rivers;
originally deep rich virgin eco-forest 
of and for harmonic rhythm and blues.

So when I interviewed the eco-forest Mayor,
I asked him 
Why write
the Norwick THC Family-Friendly Ordinance?
This came from nowhere.
No one from the local Democratic Party Committee
had mentioned we should soon expect to look
in this dramatic re-inhaling direction.

"Well,
the more active committee members tend to put their wallets
where their mouths and noses are currently ingesting,
if you follow?"

OK, so you were all in this together
and it didn't occur to any of you
this might induce a national spotlight?

"No,
we thought the Norwick Ban on Alcohol Sales
to Those Under the Age of SixtyFive
would probably do that.
The THC Family-Friendly Ordinance,
What's so unusual
about family-friendly ecopolitics?"

Well I think a critical question
from massive media markets
is where is your well researched positive outcome evidence
that THC is more family friendly
than is depressive alcohol?

"Have you tried both?"

Have you?

"OK, we can do this the long way.
If you have done both, and have a family,
then that is your primary evidence.
If you have only done THC,
then you probably wouldn't have asked that question
and you would be wondering,
as am I,
why this is not well-reported
and academically taught
and therapeutically resourced
and economically developed
in other eco-friendly centers,
like your ego-eco SelfIdentity
of BiCameral Fractal-Consciousness.

But, if you have only tried alcohol,
then your evidence
may be in damage to your depressed family relationships.
Now imagine only grandpas and grandmas
controlling who gets the booze in family markets,
and who does not
because young fools will drink and drive
when they can't even balance on a bicycle!

And, if you have tried neither,
then I guess your best evidence
is to come to a Democratic Town Committee Meeting,
over at the Senior Center,
for lunch
and we'll give 'em both a try,
but consecutively, never simultaneously,
while watching redundant Washington afternoon debates
on immigration
and taxation
and climate health v pathology
and health care giving and receiving
to see and hear what you suspect
they were drinking and not smoking
during their patriotic red meat power lunches."

No, thanks.
You had me with the first option.

"That so.
So why did you bother to ask?"

Because that's what I wanted to know?

"You wanted to know why we passed a THC-Friendly ordinance
yet didn't think this was even controversial
from a public health and safety perspective?"

Well yes, 
but I'm also wondering why there wasn't even any Republican opposition.

"You're new here,
aren't you?"

I'll concede that question.
So how's it going so far?

"Well,
the police and the courts and lawyers
and maybe even the Emergency Wing
at the hospital,
and the ambulance drivers and EMTs
are feelin' kinda bored and left behind.
Playin' a lot of cards
and not generating the fees and fines
and insurance reimbursements
and fake non-profit donations
to the Punishing Chambers 
of Political Commerce."

That doesn't sound encouraging.

"On the other hand
the Senior Centers are filled with smokey stories about,
well...
it's often difficult to say,
but certainly happy about WinWin nutritious outcomes,
so we don't worry a whole lot
about the synergetic details."

Anyone else doing better?

"Mainly the poor and suffering,
single-parent low-income households,
homeless and hungry and at-risk
building cooperatively-owned residences
and salvage
and entertainment
and renewable energy industries,
producing song and dance and rhythm
and story telling
and creation parable swelling
street opera sectors
of and for ecopolitical cooperative outcomes.
These are all deeper and wider 
and probably higher
than healthcare giving and receiving prior 
to unanimous Town Council outputs."

So what are your thoughts
about the remaining under-employed,
restorative mercy now overwhelming retributive justice,
for our medical and legal pathologist 
depression problems?

"We were thinking of Anger Management
ego-eco therapeutic classes
through Left and Right
as Yang and Yin
co-arising glasses."

I worry I may know what that means.

"The reforesting police are supervising and supporting 
growth of neighborhood permacultural parks and gardens.
They are also hosting organic interior and exterior wu-wei design classes,
for optimizing both ego and ecotherapies,
yoga and chi gong classes too,
some held at the schools,
from preschool through Norwick High,
and our community college and the technical high school,
and some of the Sabbath and Sunday Schools.

We now have an herbalist division
over at the hospital
that seems to pick up the slack
for their Emergency staff.
And the ambulances transport more plants than people,
seeds,
small fruit trees
for our edible reforesting projects.

It's called finding the economic cooperative WinWin solution
within the politically bicameral competing Either/Or problems."

How do these outcomes look for replication elsewhere?

"That would be a better question to ask elsewhere."

So that's how you want to end this interview,
with criticizing my culminating question?

"Sorry.
That is an excellent question,
not that you asked for my opinion,
but one I cannot answer
as I am not elsewhere
at the moment."

Anything else I should have asked?

"Do I really want to write about
why the Mayor wrote
this Norwick THC-Friendly Ordinance?"

Oh, I did ask that question.

"And what did you hear?"

Maybe yes, Left patriarchal;
Maybe notnot doublebinding no
to Lose wealth now
and Lose health later, as before
Right matriarchal.

"Hmmm...
Just enough to restore more vulnerable Tipping Points 
of re-acclimating faith
in MotherEarth's original Green Estates
for THC-DNA-RNA extended family friendly 
fractal reforesting alliances."


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

People of Faith

It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable of autonomously regenerating ourselves
into our divine health functions,
or even our more pathological dysfunctions
as a People of Multiculturing Faith.

Even Saint Peter, who was probably no one's idea of a writer and actor
and co-redeemer 
who identified himself as one of the common folk,
and most certainly not in a position to be remembering
TaoGod's grace somehow includes enslaved women,

Even Elitist Patriarch Peter
cooperatively committed to
"Those formerly enslaved
and raped
and owned
and rented at the will of their owners
with approximate value of the food they eat,
water they drink,
air they breathe,
kids they breed
to become chronically repressed,
not even recognized as a fully human Tribe,
are now the cooperatively creolizing women and men,
including all God's "Bless His Heart" liberties
and proclivities
and frivolities,
and robust, resonant thriving cooperativities,
bound only by our Golden Rule
as the becoming people of regenerative/degenerative TaoGod.

Well, OK, so I threw in a little extra stardust
that St. Peter didn't explicitly say,
but would it be fake news that these transliterations
may be implied?

And further economized,
quite ecologically,
and cooperatively WinWin Game Theoretic robust,
as always pay Yes forward
unless you have LeftBrain historical proof
that this Other,
also of TaoGod/dess Earth,
defines cooperatively active love
as more for autonomous Ego Identities,
than for Cooperative RightBrain HolySpirit-EcoFlow Optimization,
WinLeft/WinRight Cooperative
(0)-sum Ecologically Reiterative-Dialectal Economics.

Anyway,
another way to begin this energetic cooperative story
was when I decided
not only could I not afford
to not put a solar panel system on my house,
but my neighbors and my town also could not afford
for me to continue consuming from 88% nonrenewable fuel-produced electricity,
when I could switch to producing 100% radiant solar-rooted electricity
for my family,
and a surplus to flow back
to our town's cooperatively owned grid.

Or, you know,
something like that.

So, if I could do this,
only pay for about half of the system myself
(so, about $10,000,
while relying on the generosity of our combined tax revenues
for the other nearly half)
and also get a 0-interest loan,
with a 10 year repayment calendar,
and in return eliminate my electric bill
and my water bill,
because water and gas and sewer service, like electricity
are owned by my town's cooperative utility corporation,
then why wouldn't everyone,
especially TaoGod's no longer enslaved
and owned and rented people
having chronic issues
with affording to stay in regenerative homes,
with potential capacity to produce solar-cycled electricity,
and, if oversized,
but not overpriced,
also have a cooperatively intended interest
in collecting less bills
they cannot afford to pay.

So, the originators of our town's People of Faith Cooperative
began with those "Bless Their Heart" properties
defining why our Utility Cooperative
was budgeting over 2 million dollars
in bad debt
each year.

And, as you might suspect,
the large majority of this incapacity to produce cash
came from a handful of repeat offenders.

And, many of our People of Creolizing Faith Cooperative originators
just happened to live in some of these under-performing properties,
or had,
or knew somebody who did.

For every owner of these problem child properties
who installed a solar,
and then, later on, solar and wind-turbine system,
the Coop received $200.
$100 of which went back to the coop member
who brought this deal to contract,
to buy groceries
or maybe a cell phone
allowing internet access
through their cooperative membership.

So everybody's happy.
The Utility Cooperative is decreasing bad debt trends
and increasing clean energy percentages
and increasing indigenous production percentages,
so we can trend toward becoming a producer town,
that is a NewEngland positive extra energy town
more than a degenerative negative-loss consumer.

We further suspect and actively hope,
that as the towns around us follow suit,
not just trump,
then this cooperative of clean energy producers
will help NewEngland become a net clean energy producer,
and so on.
Sort of like thinking global systemically,
but also local economically,
including personally,
and then acting cooperatively
from ego-center within toward eco-centering without,
from YinRight toward YangLeft
nondually co-arising our People of MultiCulturing Cooperative.

Also a winner on this growing list,
People of Faith now also harvest humanure,
modeled on soil therapy programs
already well-established in Japan,
which allows us to plant and care for
a growing urban forest
of fruit and nut and fig trees,
and berry bushes (no thorns, kid and family friendly)
and various beds of rhubarb and asparagus
and perennial onions,
and so on,
including strawberry fields forever,
which these same People of Faith
forage and graze on
as they wander around downtown,
now partially closed to auto traffic,
facilitated by the cooperative bike-share project,
which was funded through profits
from the Cooperative's recycling solar panel industry
and solar-wind hybrid installation services.

And, the town government gets 10% of net
from the Utility Cooperative,
so that has gone up a bit,
as bad debt goes down,
and now we can afford to pay cooperative producers
of electricity at almost our retail rate,
so the People of Faith Cooperative
has been saving some of this income
to help cooperative members
buy the solar-heated buildings
they have been renting,
as cooperative landlords and ladies age
and decide to move elsewhere,
although the list of reasons for relocation
continue to fade away
as we slow down
to smell our well-composted forest
we have cooperatively become.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

EcoTherapist Conventions

Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My EcoTherapist is trying to recall our bicameral minds with ecological bodies.]

[More kinda creepy silence.]

[I wonder if I have time for a cigarette.]

How do you understand “mind” as other than “body”?

[OK, she leads with a dualist assumption
for a session advertised as nondualist,
so the correct answer must be,
I don’t.]

Which, mind or body, do you believe came first,
or do you believe,
as I do,
consciousness and biosystems co-arise nondually?

[I knew it!
Biosystems are self-identifying consciousness-rememory 
DNA-encoded systems, or RNA, if you’re a tree or something green,
from before the time when physical root systems
transubstantiated into metaphysical regenerate root bilateral,
then bipedal, 
then bicamerally balancing,
eco-political systems.
I remember our history of biological evolution co-mentoring sessions,
out on the coral reefs of time’s surfing copresence.]

If mind emerges from reiterative and redundant and resonant neural-cellular development,
in these, and probably other, senses co-arising nondually,
then what do you think could survive of your Ego identity
upon total biosystemic flatline demise of your natural-chemically elementary cellular body?

From where would sensory consciousness and memory emerge?
From when, and for how long?

[Hang on there now. I’m stuck back on the where question, 
which I think should probably default as Nowhere,
Ego emerges from nowhere?
No, no, If dead,
then Ego as sensory consciousness and memory is nowhere
at that time, and on into the future of EarthTribal evolutionary history.
No such phenomenon.
No such experience within continuous Earth-spinning Time.
I think?
But only as long as I dance this Ego-consciousness string
I am]

As your mindbody decomposes,
is this really still your Ego’s story?
In that future time of opportunities for health and relationship
and transactions,
capacities for ongoing communication,
you struggle to face their mortal loss now, projecting forward,
we struggle together to find faith 
these lost opportunities are not your post-critical event
of loss, decay, absence, inevitable physical and mental defeat.

[I don’t even have faith that anyone will think that day
has come even one day too soon.
Nor would I care to invest in such an unwise faith.]

Or,
in the face of this inevitable termination of Ego’s mindbody story,
do you, 
as unfolding conscious memory-string of continuous information,
transform into your nutritionally reiterating responses and contributions
yet reverberating within EarthTribe’s ReGeneration Story?

Is your Ego expanding out toward Earth’s Story?
pregnant pregenetic, nearly timeless Creation Story,
out and yet deeply into this Elder (0)Riginal Intent.

Body memory transforming within ecopolitical truths of post-taoist beauty,
remembering—revolving—rewinding—reweaving
ecologic of Ego/Eco balancing
embryonic bicameral
dipolar cognitive/affective neural emergence
(0) CommonsCentered DNA/RNA code—syntax
healthy reverse development instructions
for normative natural/spiritual
mind/body elational resonant resolutions
giving oneself birth into this body’s time
as giving ourselves freedom
for time’s codependent love of light ourselves.

[My self-image emerges rather far toward the depressive side
of love as ecoconscious light myselves.
Oh, wait, maybe that connection between agape as Basic Attendance,
understory of all those relational dramas, and nonrelational boredoms,
and fears,
and angers,
and….]

Memories,
knowledge,
thoughts,
comprehension,
dissonance and dismay,
feelings of elation and relation,
anticipation,
innocence,
ignorance,
love and hate,
anger and fear,
all Ego’s products,
as Ego, in turn, is produced
by unfolding DNA instructions
within a nurturing DNA-developed warm embryonic pronoic womb
living in this specific time
within  Earth’s evolution of continuing ecosystemic health-consciousness.

[Oh, I get it, health as therapy-consciousness.
Puts a postmillennial twist on post-doctoral medicinal sciences.
Kind of self-serving, though, 
unless all humane-nature is for ecotherapeutic vocations,
in dying as in living,
in living as optimally visible through mortality’s timeless lens.]

What we inherited from Elder wombs of Time’s incarnation
is what Ego becomes
to cherish as responsible authority
rooted within teleologically exegetical historic evidence
unveiling regenerative evolutions as cooperative nested-networks,
and to let go free as a last pay-it-forward gift
to nurture future healthy regenerations of time
bilaterally echoing
fractal-polypathic light,
(0)-TaoWombTime.

[Why do I feel like I could use a bath
more than a cigarette?]

Time,
dualdark
deepdense Ego-Ecohypnotic co-elational learning bright,
white octaving night,
protons merging eco-lateral binomial electronically issuing waves
as Yes! reweaves notnot 
yinyin
WinWin embryonic-yet.

[I’m wondering if there is something in Taoist water
that regenerates this wu wei balance
spinning through my bicamerally revolving mind
as body?]

Could you become as curious about other’s Ego development stories
as you have obsessed about your own?

[Wait a minute,
when did I give you the OK to label me as self-obsessed?
Or maybe the balance point here 
invites comparisons between obsessive curiosities,
in which case
perhaps my own Ego health constant revival
does indeed lie most mortally on my failing mind.]

If so,
please note differences
but memorize Earth’s natural systemic similarities,
especially about what we all want our end to say
one day's capacities for love as peace,
about gradually subsiding incapacities of anger Ego losses
and fear of/for future Earth as sacred compost, 
transubstantiating post-climatic residency.

Namaste.

[Namaste.
Oh wait,
was I supposed to write that out loud?]

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Cooperative Family Politics

I think he's talking about a cooperative bicameral political system,
with "How to talk to the other side".

And what could that possibly mean, dear Yang?

Well,
I was watching this Ted-talk from Marin,
by Robb Willer, as I anciently recall,
while reading George Lakoff's "Political Mind",
still...

Yes, dear,
you really talk about Lakoff's ecopolitical organic-systemic mind
a bit too much.
I prefer opera.

Speaking of what that could possibly mean,
but, anyway,
Yes, I was reading Lakoff and listening Willer,
both probably influenced by Berkeley ecopolitical acclimation,
now post-millennially evolving
from Gregory Bateson's Sacred Ecology,
which was also sometimes bicameral-appositionally structured
to bilaterally invite both-and comparisons
where LeftBrain dominance competes either-or survivalist evolutions.

Now I couldn't possibly be more lost
in your polysyllables
where I prefer polypathic rhythms,
jazzier occupier beats of revolution.

This is starting to sound like an opera version
of Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf.
So, as I was saying,
this bicameral picture, from Lakoff, and Willer, and Bateson...

I'm sorry, honey.
Was that the Berkeley natural ecopolitical law firm
you were reading,
and watching?

No! Not a law firm...
Well, OK, whatever.
As I was trying to say,
the political version of natural ecological law string of reasoning
draws a geopolitical frame of perennial competition
between Patriarchal health and safety values for monocultural purity,
and for patriotic-nationalistic loyalty,
often reified down to militaristic aggression
using encultured rhetorical models
of and for WinLose evolutionary theology.

Hang on, there,
this feels like a rather bad review
for our bicameral relationship,
which I have always found more WinWin Positive,
than, you know...
too Yang Dominant inappropriately aggressive.

Well, that's because you and I know how to co-mentor
our caregiving and receiving ecopolitics
in this little organic ecosystemic landscape we have designed
and matured together,
equivalent bilaterally.
When I carry on in my LeftBrain geopolitical dominating way
you just sleep and murmur of my becoming too tightly associated
with 
Western White Gods of Master Racing
monoculturally marching toward health and safety freedoms for all;

OK, well..
maybe not so much for those who have drifted off toward the margins
of this landscape;
more for conservation-oriented
mature healthy and wealthy Patriarchs,
but then, that's how God the Father
designed my ecopolitics,
so never mind about that little lack of well-integrated
not quite ecosystemic balancing theology.

My patriarchal LeftBrain point
remains our health and safety,
although I do have this fascination with virginal monocultural purity
and fraternal loyalty
to Fathered Fertile Landscapes,
waves of horny grain.

Oops. I think you did a little RightBrain slip there.
But, I get your idea,
and I know you also appreciate this other progressive-liberation theology side,
where we find our more integrative,
matriarchally trans-regenerational,
ecopolitical investment in future global health and safety
through improving our lifeskills today,
for empathy,
like teaching the kids to extend their imaginations about the Golden Rule,
not only across species,
but also across the generations of organically healthy and happy time,
which must include bilaterally equivalent respect
between all the multiculturing possibilities
of nature's most optimally lawful integrity,
regenerativity of life as light ourselves.

There for a minute 
I thought you were confining yourself
to the land of cause-effect reason.
But, moving on,
Your matriarchal RightBrain Liberation Front,
flowing with conjoining nutritional integrity,
Dr. Jane Gordon calls this cooperative Creolization,
and such profound integrity also speaks
of Sacred Ecology as Historical Evolutionary Liberation Teleology.

Oh boy,
now we're really in trouble.
Really, honey,
you need to get out more,
go for a walk,
do some gardening,
plant trees,
and don't forget to feed and water them with some climate health.

As Creolization was trying to say,
across these evolutionary political development stories,
LeftBrain Dominance is our ecopolitical MasterYang patriarchal voice,
as RightBrain thereby becomes suppressed YinFlow of synergetic multiculturing revolutions.
This seems dynamically important
for optimizing WinWin political opportunities
for SelfLeft plus OtherRight plus Earth trilateral communication
about and of and for and within health and safety
as more regenerative than degenerative.

Don't you just mean more healthy than pathological,
more naturally and spiritually good than Yang-excessively bad?

Well, probably, but it sounds better the way I say it.

OK, if you think so.
I wonder how this is the same and different
than our proletariat Soap Opera,
where everybody eventually ends up gettin' some,
but also losing everything
that could ever possibly matter.

Try to stay tuned to one channel,
if you would be so kind.
So, we have these two primal ecopolitical hemispheres of bicamerality,
acting as bilateral polypathic co-empowerment 
through interdependence.
God remains Patriarchal LeftBrain egocentric-anthrocentric Father;
but is now hooked up with...

Honey,
please say conjoined,
not hooked up.
That sounds crude and disrespectful.

Right.
OK, God the Father post-millennially conjoins
Liberating EarthGoddess
of Matriarchal-Feminist Yin RightBrain,
ecologically balancing
ecopolitically maturing  Creole-integrity
of universal-global health and safety.

Good.
So we're done with this story then?
My Creole co-intelligence
would like to remind your secular-West reasoning
about your repressed sacred integrity co-empathic feelings,
that healthy evolutionary services
cannot be WinWin delivered to a global market
by merely following LeftBrain WinLose deductive-dominating assumptions
about our mutually cooperative health and safety.

Well, that's what I'm LeftBrain saying,
My either-or is also your both-and.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

The Flash Mob Application

I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care rights
for Free Song and Dance Improvement
instead.

So we can sing ballads
to Adolf Hitler
and Royal Elitist Head MucketyMucks
of the Only White Lives MightMatter Makes RightWing KKK,
we just can't say them.

That's right.
And you get extra points for at least four-part harmony
and full orchestration,
and professional choreography,
and community participation
regardless of age, gender, race, religion, etc.

Well, that feels a little prejudiced
and elitist.

How so?

What if you can't afford a choreographer,
much less an entire orchestra.

Then your budget narrative will note
your capacity to sing and dance is contingent
on receiving sufficient community volunteers
for your harmonic protest Event.

This Event
begins to resound
with echoes of a Happening.

Only if you are a TransMillennial.

No, I'm a RightWing reaction against anything Trans,
or Poly
or Multi.

Sorry, sir.
TransMillennials are those born prior to 2000
and who remain planning to die
in this current PostMillennial Event.
I'm merely saying
you appear to be older than 17,
which you would need to be
to apply to sponsor a Mall Song and Dance Event.

Well, is there an application fee?

No.
There is, however, a sliding-fee-scale permit fee,
should your application ever have a chance of being successful.
But I have to tell you,
these Washington Mall slots are very competitive,
especially if you want something more than an hour,
and not in the middle of the night.
Then your only real competition
are the other vampire and costume clubs
and the witches covens,
depending on the lunar cycle.
I mean,
you can forget about any FullMoon
or NewMoon
or Equinox
within the next decade.

Wow!
I was just trying to put together
a nice old fashioned good ol' boys
AltRight
armed to the teeth
militia march
while chanting a few really offensive fascist slogans.

Well, funny thing,
it was just that kind of protest march
that led all these churches
and synagogues
and Eastern temples
and even the StoryTellers group from the mosques
sponsoring these FlashMob Events.

When I was checking out the Mall
to see where to put the stage,
suddenly all these people I thought were tourists
and just pedestrians
and all the people in the cars and buses going by,
and the frisbee players,
and even some of the dogs,
all froze in place for a moment,
then began dancing,
then singing that annoying We Shall Overcome gospel anthem,
like I had just walked onto a movie set.
Although no lights and big cameras.

Yes.
Today's Event received extra points
for community participation.
The District of Columbia FlashMob Combined Gospel Choir
joined up with the local street dancers and choreographers,
and the drummers,
of various cultural backgrounds,
and usually books the Mall on weekends for full two day events.
Most of the time
they practice harmonies and choreography,
and encourage people gathering to watch
to join in,
whether they can stay until the final run through of the day,
or not,
when cameras are digitally ubiquitous.
In fact,
often cell phones are part of the dance,
for lights and multiple viewing perspectives on social media sites.

Then they do a final run through about four or five PM,
then everybody goes home
or maybe they'll have a picnic
if the band or orchestra or drummers
can stay into the evening.
They might even have an open stage night
for singers and dancers
and those Creation StoryTellers
from the mosques.

I'm having trouble seeing our RightWing message
in this Song and Dance frame.

There are less competitive venues
but most state capitols
are seeing this same cooperative community response
to these all day multicultural NonFlash Mobbing Events.
It's sort of like America's Got Talent
went RealTime coast to coast
in a capitol, or even a County Seat, near you.

Well, I need a permit for a counter-protest.

You will need to include your song and dance plan
and budget with your application,
and your plan has to be coordinated with any group already issued a permit
for the Mall
on the day
and time
you propose to counter.

Would that look like some kind of large-set talent contest?

It could.
But, when the District Multicultural Choir
and Drummers
and Street Performers
and Orchestra
respond to your challenge,
just know they usually turn out
somewhere up toward two million singers and dancers,
and it would be more
if we had the space and toilets.

Last year they accepted a challenge
from a national supremacist group ironically named
the RightWing Goliaths.
That was a big national media Song and Dance Event
in which the Goliaths moved and sounded...
well...
not very cooperative
seemed to be the national patriotic consensus,
while the District MultiCultural Singers and Dancers
were totally awesome!
In fact,
by the end of the Goliath's first song,
the MultiCulturals were adding in their four-part LaLaLa's
and OoohOoohOooh's,
then the African Drummers joined in
so the RightWing message was out-scaled
into an awkward hiccuping sound
very much in the background,
and I'm being generous.

Anyway, application forms are on-line.
You'll find our cooperative community inclusion guidelines,
budget requirements,
and forms you can use to invite community volunteers to join in.
Family friendly plans also receive extra points
so you might want to leave your firearms
and reckless drivers at home.

This still feels like a violation of my Right
to be a White Supremacist
or even just a somewhat paranoid Hater
and shout about my embarrassingly personal issues in public.

As long as you can sing and dance your message
you are welcome to apply for a Permit.
I'm merely letting you know
we have far more healthy and gifted and grace-filled applications
than space and time already.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Climates of Ballistic Management

Senator Fuller,
a permaculture designer
turned architect of exterior landscapes
then public sector architect
of EarthShip cooperative interior landscapes,
is with us today
to tell us about why he supports Sanders,
at this point in time,
although he is making no commitments about tomorrow.

Welcome Senator,
always good to share your day.

Well, thanks again for having this sometimes tangential Plan B
back for another swing and plug
for supporting Cooperative Community Economic Development, 
locally, in your own climaxing,
or not-so-much wanna-be climaxing community,
through your own time and money, if you have any,
and most folks who get to be up about my age have some
that we might not need right away,

but also supporting Cooperative CED nationally,
through federal economic 
and political policies,
support using WinWin-transparent policy development procedures
as permaculture design's eco-logical 
health and sustainable-safety standards.

ReGenerative Security Standards 
seem to define themselves 
by first developing an inclusive-co-operative trend 
of positive-nutrient polycultural perpetual slow growth 
gradually merging into economic and political health and sustainability, 
both Interior/Ego and Exterior/Eco Landscapes.

Community Economic Therapy is positively intended OVER negative-distended 
Tipping Point discernment procedures,
which would also be useful for global ecological-climate issue framing
and positive polycultural dialectic landscape discernment
of local thru global health-trends,
and cooperative public resonance-optimization resolution,
with WinWin outcome structural-procedural defaults.

Senator, there might be one or two people in our listening audience
not so much interested in the math and science and binary technology
paradigms of systemic-temporal thought,
perhaps you could say more about
how you got excited about Community Economic Development
as a model for optimizing health and safety outcomes
in the public sector,
or private sector,
whichever way you want to go with that.

Sure.
Let's see,
perhaps we could walk down Bucky Fuller's creation story
for a bit,
which is more or less my own story too,
with Bucky at birth and side
talking, talking in endless strings of language
that sounded rich and good
but perhaps overly defined and deviantly speciated
to achieve fuller diastatic enculturation outcomes.

Imagine evolution invests positively
in a cooperatively therapeutic journey.
Somewhat restrained if you are polypathing yourself
into an echoing silo,
even if your own Ego emerges
contentedly destined for a PolyCultural (0)Multisystemic DenseHealth Point,
very much like a Janus bright enlightened ecoconsciousness revolutionary
transmillennial tipping point face 
looking back in time to our dense TransParent Cosmological Black Hole.

Ummm. Excuse me, Senator, 
maybe it would be better to veer away from cosmology
or any paradigm that might speak of science or,
much worse,
math.
I have ratings to consider.

Well, evolution is not just about nature and science 
and the physical universe,
or at least I think that's where I was heading,
into Bucky's evolution of his Interior Space
as Plan B-Atman,
holonic of Plan A-TimePrime 
CoOperative 
BiLateral 
Diastatic 
Timeless Eco Relationship.

If evolution is an investment in a cooperative journey
toward a shared destiny of health and safety,
then evolution is about cooperative (0)-centric interest transactional ecotherapeutic economics and politics of conscience,
but also about who and what we eat
and don't eat,
who and what we love
and who and what we are angry about and/or terrified of,
instead of being accessibly CoPresent love 
becoming EarthShip TransParent CoPresent Time. 

Bucky's comprehensive consciousness 
speaks to synergetic purpose of integrative evolution,
to relearn,
as a global DNA-encultured species, 
evolving through positive deviant outlyer polypathic individuals,
we already are the healthiest cooperative economy
of co-gravitational synergetic positive relationships,
permaculturally-potentiated as reiterative bicameral communication strings
of perennial nature/nurture memory cycles,
heading toward ever-more comprehensive predictive power
to harvest positive-nutrient enculturing eco-consciousness
within [concave (-,-) dipolar coarising function] as without [cogravitational thermodynamic balance of Earth's DNA/RNA dark/light down/up fractal syntax for cold/warm neural appositional codex,
speaking the negative trends of angry past and future fear Becoming
surrounding LovePeace Positive Present CoPresent Being.

Oops, there we go again, 
just when I thought we were heading toward
how to restructure our political economy 
to cooperate more nutritiously toward healthy diastasis
and warm Beloved Communities
of heaven on Earth,
I start hearing about iconic frequencies of RNA
and other regenerative issues and concerns
not easily or lightly shared.
Senator, it sounds like your own journey
has been influenced by Taoism
and you read Bucky through that way of
comprehending Time's BiLateral Way.

That's fair;
I certainly do that,
but doesn't everybody?

Doesn't everyone do what, exactly,
Senator?

Doesn't everyone absorb positive nutrients
to optimize the regenerative pulse of time
incarnating within anthrocentric bicameral
mindbodies,
plotting and planning,
designing and developing,
economic and political optimization strategies,
husbandry and parenting,
agricultural scientific research,
eco-parasitic DNA-syntaxed 
as individuated co-arising identity
within Earth as Benign (0)-Centric Host
of Heaven's Divine Bounty
as informed Earth,
as Elational Time,
BiFolding Ballistic Past 
to Ecofold FutureBallast Prime Relationships
of ReGenerative Health and Wealth?

Honestly, Senator, at the moment
I couldn't say
whether anyone has ever done that,
but apparently you have,
and please know we are all
Occupying EcoBodhisattva PolyCultural Warrior Space
with you.

Preciate, Sister Glory.

Elate, Brother Fuller.












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Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long Poems