happy autumn equinox!

finally we have officially started my favorite time of year.  the light has changed.  the days are shorter & tho it is still pretty freaking hot the ambient feel of the air & wind are softer, luxurious, luscious.  & as i type i have the TV on to the Food Channel.  what's broadcast?  halloween baking shows!  you know how much i love me some halloween.

i took the day off & other than a couple of obligations i did very close to little to nothing.  sitting around & doing nothing is a restorative for me.  i did read & watch the news.  i was deeply moved to tears watching the climate activist greta thunberg speak at the u.n. today.  other news of the day. . .well, you all know the state of the shit we are in.

i insist on human fellowship & love.  i demand a poetics of life that include an ethics that encompasses the whole of our human being.  i wrote recently about eating ice cream & drinking beer here & now for there is nothing, i think, in death.  no afterlife.  no rewards.  not oblivion.  not a blank or an absence.  nothing at all.  that's not a depressing thought to me.  because as stevens said, death is the mother of beauty.  because life is short & finite it is supercharged with meaning, pain & pleasure.  i want them all.

but i want an ethics too.  a poetics of life & ethical behavior.  a poetics that encapsulates too catullus' odi et amo for we are flawed to the best of us.

& a poetics that interrogates received notions & wisdom, beliefs, superstition, etc etc.  keep our bullshit detectors tuned to 11 for the shit out there gets thick.

in the meantime, in between times, dig this beautiful, fucked up world we live in & all the people & creatures in it.  this is our only time on this planet.  we won't, i think, have another life to get it right.  besides, we are flawed creatures.  getting it right might not be the best way to think of things.  because getting it wrong is also part of our human being.

bring the whole beauty & horror of existence.  that is what is demanded of our poetics.

i demand a poetics of love too.

i demand the whole lot of it.