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the / pyrrhic / play

16 Thursday May 2013

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2011, 5*, being, breathing, compromise, doing, game, growth, living, naïveté, obligation, pointlessness, sitting, society, talking to myself, thinking, vindication

 

 

 

                      the
                      pyrrhic
                      play

            to be a Big Player is to play
                      a very complicated game
                                selflessly-
                                selfishly
            to know how the game works
                      know when to relinquish my view
                                to obtain the compromise
            to get what I want (as
                      pursuit of the Greater Good)        the Ends

                                                      … chorus?

                      however

            I want to pursue my own self-
                      lessness I want to sit and gain
                                nothing
            but then I become fatally exposed
                      when I try to put some relief
                                found inside myself
                                ‘out there’ persuasive in the world
            and then it becomes part of the Game
                      which I- do-not-want-to-but-have-obliged-myself
                                to Play

                                … chorus?

            my activity should come out of clear naïve response –
                      a totally un-beguiled emptiness –
                                not my success of finding the point
            not my vindication not my self
                      (because then when I am necessarily ignored
                                I become a living death)

            … chorus: don’t
                      don’t ever Play the Game just breathe
            breathe and step
                      one square at a time
                                while the rest of the Game
                                          plays itself

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & doing & living & naïveté & talking to myself wormhole: inexorable       naïveté
breathing wormhole: wriving
compromise wormhole: the path / no echo
game wormhole: we play a game
obligation wormhole: p                        o                   i                             n                                                   t                            l                          e                                 s   s                                          n                                                         e                   s                                                                                                  s               all around
pointlessness wormhole: anxiety
sitting wormhole: the sea plant
society wormhole: holiday
thinking wormhole: anatta
vindication wormhole: poessay V: // writing / as practice while / writing

 

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inexorable       naïveté

15 Wednesday May 2013

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2011, 5*, being, doing, growth, living, naïveté, practice, talking to myself

 

 

 

            rather cultivate
                                                      – practise –
tracking the flows and eddies of outer events and inner thoughts
                                – the same things really –
                                          with wide and open naïveté
                                                              with discipline
                                                      strategy       deftness       design
            not succumbing to structure
                                          target       development       ends
                                                      nor to fame
                                                              recognition       acknowledgement
                                but rather with

                                          inexorable       naïveté

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: is Koestler important // ?
doing wormhole: p                        o                   i                             n                                                   t                            l                          e                                 s   s                                          n                                                         e                   s                                                                                                  s               all around
living wormhole: evasion
naïveté wormhole: guileless naïveté – / a biographical / manifest -oh!
talking to myself wormhole: travelling

 

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guileless naïveté – / a biographical / manifest -oh!

29 Monday Oct 2012

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2011, 4*, Allen Ginsberg, candour, growth, life, naïveté, realisation, writing

a little knot formed from the oak of Allen Ginsberg’s ‘candour ends paranoia’.   The oak is now 86 years old.   The knot has struggled to reach out a branch for many years and has only recently unfurled some leaves.   It calls itself naïve.   It will soon be 53.

 

 

 

                                   guileless naïveté –
                                   a biographical
                                   manifest –oh!

                                   do not preclude writing
                                   dressed in poetic ideas

                                   open to new-dity
                                   looking at everything
                                   all over again
                                   fifty years on

 

 

 

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Allen Ginsberg wormhole: from Allen Ginsberg’s Journal, August 13th, 1944
life wormhole: the spectre
naïveté wormhole: militant naïveté
realisation wormhole: twisted / pulled / and chipped
writing wormhole: write / by the / night / of the / lamp

 

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militant naïveté

25 Saturday Feb 2012

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2011, 4*, management, managerialism, naïveté, politics, public service, teaching

 

 

 

my work in teaching failed to activate
            I couldn’t manoeuvre within the politic – too naïve
            I couldn’t exercise my skill my thought in a public service
                      that was politically compromised
                      the dialectic between worker and management
            is just not there to be had it is not even have-able
even if you are a skilled tactician

rather there needs now to be a new stance for workers to service
                                                              in the sector
            that of calculated militant strategic
                      naïveté
the only way to beguile the shape-shifting agenda-control
                                                              of managerialism
            is simple courageous guileless
                      naïveté
                      the practice of clear forward altruistic service
                                in the field of practise
                      and never to compromise with political expediency
                                whatever guise it takes

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

management wormhole: dry rot
managerialism wormhole: aghh – we’ve been infected / it’s spreading through the system / we’re losing our files … / it’s taken out the processor … / I, I can’t open with this program anymore … / it’s scanning me – / I’ve got to buy a Virus Protection Program from it …
politics wormhole: bargain
teaching wormhole: I

 

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