april is the cruelest month

naw!  but we do live in a bizarro world.  it's crazy indeed.  surreal, even?  depends, i suppose.  but even so, good shit happens.  like today was the launch of ARTEMIS II.  our return trip to the moon.  this mission is proof that our human being can fuck up shit pretty good.  but we can also do god-like things as well.  & i so look forward to seeing, in a few days, live video of the moon as ARTEMIS slings by it.  

we live in astonishing days filled with rancor, stupidity, base action, but also grace, cooperation, & even kindness.  we possess technologies that are so freaking wonderful & wild it might seem like magic.  so then, dare i eat a peach, as eliot asked?  fuck yes, & its pit too! 

keeping going until all the goddamn wheels fall off for what else can one do.  & as i age, i think of nicanor parra said in a poem, 'old age is good time for fighting for what is just.' it is also a good time for poetry & movies & music & sexytime & & & etc etc.  come up with your own definitions & reasons for being!  i bet they are solid!  

i watched ARTEMIS II launch via a livestream on youtube.  the whole mission will be livestreamed.  it is being livestreamed now!  it blows my freaking mind!  & yes, the spacecraft took off like a poem with fire & sound & science & magic.  fuckingamazing!  

poetry is everywhere & all around us.  poetry is even in the telemetry of a moon mission livestreamed on the internet.  like a post-duchampian poetics readymade for the poet to assemble.  to the moon, alice!  

after a long heatwave the weather broke yesterday & today with cooler temps & rain.  a perfect swedish summer day!  & now, it is april.  poetry month.  but every month is poetry month. so no, april is not the cruelest month.  the world we live in is fucked.  the world we live in is breathtakingly beautiful.