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Honey Trap

HONEY TRAP

Beneath the surface
Shimmering halls of mirrors
Promise amazement!

Curiosity assuaged!
Infinite regress is all
A maze meant to snare

Wonderland (A Four By Six)

WONDERLAND

Alice’s tea party
Forever moving on
Infinity plus one
Defies mathematics

The Spring Eternal

THE SPRING ETERNAL

June has been and gone
Still busting out all over
Unrestrictedly

The End Of Capitalism Has Begun

THE END OF CAPITALISM HAS BEGUN

“Once you understand
that information is physical
and that software is a machine
and that storage, bandwidth and processing
power are collapsing in price
at exponential rates
the value of Marx’s thinking becomes clear

We are surrounded by machines that cost nothing
and could, if we wanted them to,
last forever.”

(This is not a poem but a shameless
reproduction of a set of words
arranged thusly by one Paul Mason.

I believe he will accept this
In the spirit
In which it is offered. 😉 )

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Please read the book. See:
http://www.alternet.org/economy/end-capitalism-has-begun?akid=13314.145212.z8N0mT&rd=1&src=newsletter1039595&t=13

Captivated

CAPTIVATED

Pesky boundaries
Are part of the illusion
If not the whole think

The Realm Of The Gods

THE REALM OF THE GODS

Dropping separation
One discards illusion
And yet without illusion
How to pass the time?

Now, Now, Alice

NOW, NOW, ALICE

Time’s a paradox
Absolutely relative
What future? What past?

Tick Tock Tock Tick … Pause
And fall down the rabbit hole
Dodgson’s wonderland
Awaiting eternally
That which is already here

First a senryu
In short order, a tanka
And then a second
Along with fifty-nine more
Leaving the Cheshire Cat’s smile

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Re. Now, now

http://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/british/now-now

Attainment

ATTAINMENT

Attaining a peak
One has a splendid view of
All the peaks beyond

Paradox

PARADOX

Listen … singing souls
Effortless harmonising
Eternal silence

Point Circle

POINT CIRCLE

Carry me on down the electric highway
To the windless plains of Troy
Where the forest of question marks grows
Among the sun of synoptic finality

And in the void of the dimensionless place
There to taste the perfume
Where the point circle flowers
Mass is infinite and light only is*

Where the line of existence cuts the plane of now
Subsists the point of me
Line, plane and point exist without thickness
The circle of self has no diameter

This non-existent pointless point
Where movement is bound is where the pointers point
For all dimensions remain at rest
While endless vistas greet the I

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This is a repost from 2011. My apologies to any current readers who have seen it before. Perhaps the video and music will compensate.

* Infinite Mass and the Universe
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