January, 2014

(archives)

yes Sur, black boogers

– brianprince

good morning amazing.
i’m addicted to that
fresh air and
staring caught
pondering / thinking
of escaping
again…

i want to drink in
the sounds of the
ocean pounding
against
the cliff.

get dirty
and
tired

from an
overwhelming
surrounding

of
beauty.

green trees.
Big Sur.
black boogers
at the end
of every
evening.

it’s where i
‘m meant to
be.

– – – –

i feel like
i can’t make
it here
(223 west
Santa Fe).

too many expectations.
too many duties.
too many forces
tugging
my mother
fucking frail soul
through this city.

– – – –

oh, black boogers
are the best.
they make me
feel like
i’ve
Lived!

i get them in
the city too.
when working hard
in the yard
or just playing
with some tools.

it’s satisfying for
me to blow out some
good ones and
start the day
anew.

here to go

– brianprince

i would call it
magical
but nothing
tricked my
eye

it was all expected but
came unexpectedly
drinking
black
coffee
under conversations
about craters
vast lands and
museums

explaining the
Internet wifi and
logins
to an aerospace
engineer

(we were stuck
in a snowglobe)

we’ve got to think
a million years
in advance.
~ok.

and we never
know when
Yellow Stone
will blow.
~ok.

it was great
meeting today
with Vic Harrison
so,
basically,
he’s explaining
the needs
the elements
the equations

all tied
through
Einstein’s theory
of relativity

and i ask
algebra plus
chemistry equals
physics?

yes.
ok. now. you see
-he states
the fission
leaves a proton
out which
creates x y z
energy
to get to
the maximum
capacity (80-85%)
of light
speed.
(we’ll never
achieve 100%
because e=mc
squared tells
us we can’t)

~ok.
now the reason
why kids these
days must listen.

~ok.
according to these
elementary calculations
we need frozen fertilized eggs.

~ok.
now listen.
the closest star
system that we
can escape to (Centauri)
is 4.37 light years
from here. and now,
at 25 years to
complete a
light year,
we’re looking at
109.25 years
to get there
(ponder).

that’s more than a century.

~you see.
we have to
act now.
and
this
is why
i’m telling
you.

then i read,
the sands of
present time
are running
from under our
feet. Brion Gysin
told me, it’s
the
Great
Conundrum
(colon):

“What are we
here for (question
mark)? is all
that ever held
us here in the
first place
(statement).

F • E • A • R
the answer
to the riddle
of the Ages
has actually been
out on the street
since the first

step in space.

thinking of Vic
listening to Brion
simultaneously
(em dash)——
who runs may read
but few people
run fast enough.
again,
“What are we
here for?”

does the great
metaphysical
nut
revolve around
that?

then he explains…
“i’ll crack it for you, right
now.”

ok.
what are we
here for?

we are here
to go

(pause).

and so I went.

—————–

running
as fast as
i could to
books, web pages,
the library,
my kids, vince,
my clients, my
wife

¡we must do
something! that
no one
will ever
see
nor
know
about!

and not one
listened.