remember https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t2562 Runboard| remember en-us Fri, 29 Mar 2024 08:03:33 +0000 Fri, 29 Mar 2024 08:03:33 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17414,from=rss#post17414https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17414,from=rss#post17414Remember when we     Remember when we were refugees, martyrs in transition. Road hypnosis. Steps incessantly stranger. Walking unhinged, barbaric terrain.   Home, family, streets to meet and trade, perks of urbanity cultured humanity strong lanes of history, tightly wrapped common milieu as small daily rituals. Now obliterated, markers of place, of purpose. Constrained movement of uncertain destination, I walk enclosed in walkers’ formation, consciousness optional, entrained within we of unsettled duration.   Brief touch, short awareness of a face, faces, eyes almost blind, shrouded by terror, destitution. Why be human, cling to burdens of the flesh, of aspiring? Herd cattle, we pretend have no pain, no mindful fear, no sense of personal reality. We walk because we have no landing. Long past exhaustion, grabbing at pity of strangers to attend our exhibition, to watch over, protect, accept, that we fall on their streets desperate for sleep. Tattered skin, fragile bones; reviled by foreign merchants expecting quid pro quo wherever we’re pressed to go. Who are we, bleeding identity, to plead salvation? When we must stop, drop to the ground, do they walk over us, or around, or humanely offer shelter, bedding?   Redefine home as space to sleep, keep what we own (until stolen). Ever diminished, with no where to root and grow, without resource of comfort, nothing worth waking, yet another dire day descends.   Small girlchild, rags and dust – follow her morning of traverse, this tiny world allowed. Each tent flap reveals fester of wounds deep and shallow, ravage disease. Senses, thought, subsumed to beat of breath outside rational context. Stuck in the dirt, her worth a hole where she bottoms out, tributary blood expelled.   Once accustomed security of work and love (pre-war normality). Today’s reality denies those lives. Turned from tribal identity to nonentity, just another body, broken in the fray.   Yet over yonder years, alliances twist, resist, recombine; we adapt, regroup. Each here/now imbues with further circumstance, eternal dance of fates suspected or surprise. If we could visualize as from above, masked for day’s occasion, but behind gathering whole panorama truths as moments of clarity, whom are we assuming our self story to include?   Summons, ambient clarion to public acclaim: Lives matter, private pain sad desperation that never fully heals though it ebb, sway, regain purchase. Surge of defiance over uncertain destiny, advance of industry, if we might find that energy. Realign expectant gaze toward peace, plenty -- planetary necessity. Eventually to remember as poignant history, ritual song to somber tidal drum, when we were refugees.        nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Mon, 08 Aug 2016 21:22:11 +0000 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17410,from=rss#post17410https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17410,from=rss#post17410Tere, old buddy, ole pal -- where ya been?nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Sun, 07 Aug 2016 13:21:28 +0000 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17408,from=rss#post17408https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17408,from=rss#post17408You do have a largeness to you. Terenondisclosed_email@example.com (Terreson)Sun, 07 Aug 2016 00:18:39 +0000 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17404,from=rss#post17404https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17404,from=rss#post17404 Remember when we were refugees, martyrs in transition incessantly stranger. Walking. Road hypnosis. Step forward through unhinged, barbaric world. Civil norms in quick revision. Home, family, streets of trade, perks of urbanity cultured humanity strong lanes of history, tightly wrapped in our world viewed as small daily rituals. Me within we, clear as air. How recognize an I, broken from web of familiar connection. Now obliterated, markers of place, of purpose; constrained movement of uncertain destination. I walk enclosed in walkers’ formation, consciousness optional, entrained within we devoid of sentient time. Brief touch, short awareness of a face, faces, eyes almost blind, shrouded by terror, destitution. Why be human, cling to burdens of the flesh, of aspiring? Herd cattle, we pretend have no pain, no mindful fear, no sense of personal reality. We walk because we have no landing. Long past exhaustion, grabbing at pity of strangers to attend our exhibition, to watch over, protect, accept, that we fall on their streets desperate for sleep. Who are we, bleeding identity, to plead salvation? When we must stop, drop to the ground, do they walk over us, or around, or humanely offer shelter, bedding? Choice not ours to demand. Demand if you’ve nothing else to give voice. How will such rudeness affect the treatment, respect encountered? Ever onward, diminished, with no where to root, become. Battered, disgraced, wasted; stripped of livelihood, consequence, continuity of plan or regimen. Tattered skin, fragile bones; reviled by foreign merchants expecting quid pro quo wherever we’re pressed to go. Redefine home as space to sleep, keep what we own (until stolen). Without resource of comfort, nothing worth waking, yet another dire day descends. Small girlchild, rags and dust – follow her morning of traverse, this tiny world allowed. Each tent flap reveals fester of wounds deep and shallow, ravage disease. Senses, thought, subsumed to beat of breath outside rational context. Stuck in the dirt, her worth a hole where she bottoms out, tributary blood expelled. We’ve known security of work and love once called normality. Forward reality denies those lives. Who am I (are you) without my neighborhood of affirmation, without mundane commiserations and routines? Turned from tribal identity to nonentity, just another broken body in the fray. I respond to each absurdity, each broken line as I become less and more. Bonding anew, as we humans do, each here/now imbues with further circumstance. Eternal dance with fates suspected and unknown. If we could only stay unbound, masked for day’s occasion, but behind gathering truths as moments of clarity. Whom are we assuming ourselves to include? Summons to public ambient acclaim: Lives matter, private pain sad desperation that never lessens though it ebb, sway, regain purchase. Real lives yearn, feel need for some promised warmth of care. Shared extremities that nurture hope of shared deliverance, hands and minds together strong. Surge of survival over uncertain destiny, return to industry, if we might find that energy. Realign expectant gaze toward peace, plenty -- planetary necessity. Eventually to remember as poignant history, ritual song, reverie as respite to somber tidal drum, when we were refugees. 7-8/16nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Fri, 05 Aug 2016 22:14:37 +0000 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17402,from=rss#post17402https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17402,from=rss#post17402 Remember when we were refugees martyrs in transition becoming stranger Walking Road hypnosis Stepping forward through this ever barbaric world. Revised social norms Home, families, streets of commerce, perks of urbanity cultured humanity strong lanes of history tightly wrapped in our world viewed as small daily rituals Me within we, clear as air. How recognize an I, broken from web of familiar connection, purpose based on what is now obliterated. I walk enclosed in walkers’ formation, consciousness optional, entrained within we devoid of past or future, only movement of uncertain destination. Brief touch, short awareness of a face, faces, eyes almost blind, bound by terror and defeat. Why be human, cling to burdens of the flesh, of aspiring? Herd cattle, we pretend they have no pain, no mindful fear, no sense of our own reality. We walk because we have no landing. Long past exhaustion, grabbing at pity of strangers to attend our existence, to watch over, protect, accept, that we fall on their streets desperate for sleep. Who are we, bleeding identity, to plead salvation? When we must stop, drop to the ground, do they walk over us, or around, or humanely offer shelter, bedding? Choice not ours to demand. Demand if you’ve nothing else to give voice. How will such rudeness affect the treatment, respect encountered? Ever onward, diminished, with no where to root, become. nothing but foreign places expecting quid pro quo wherever we’re pressed to go Milled like grain. Battered, disgraced, wasted; stripped of livelihood, consequence, continuity of plan or escape. Tattered skin, fragile bones. Redefine home as space to sleep, keep what we own (until stolen). Exhausted without resource of comfort, nothing worth waking, yet another dire day descends. Small girlchild, rags and dust – follow her morning of traverse, this tiny world allowed. Each tent flap reveals fester of wounds deep and shallow, ravage disease. Senses, purpose, subsumed to beat of breath outside rational context. Stuck in the dirt, her worth a hole where she bottoms out, tributary blood expelled. We’ve known our worlds of work and love once called normality Forward reality has no context to those lives Who am I (are you) without my neighborhood of affirmation, without mundane commiserations and routines? Who am I turned from tribal identity to nonentity? Just another broken body in the fray. How I respond to each absurdity helps define each line as I become less and more. Summons to public consciousness Lives matter, private pain sadness, desperation that never lessens though it ebb and regain purchase Real lives that yearn, feel need for some promised warmth of care of shared extremities that nurture hope of shared deliverance, hands and minds together woven strong. A popular song, a moment’s reverie or respite, to somber tidal drum. Repurpose our energy, efforts unraveled fighting survival over uncertain destiny; emerge to vibrancy in the creation, the industry, to make on Earth our world where we all echo peace. 7/16nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Sun, 24 Jul 2016 15:28:29 +0000 Re: rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17401,from=rss#post17401https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17401,from=rss#post17401nothing but places expecting quid pro quo wherever we have to go Revised social norms Home, families, streets of commerce, perks of urbanity cultured humanity strong in our history secure in our world viewed as small daily rituals Me within we, clear as air We’ve known our worlds of work and love once called normality Forward reality has no context to those lives Who am I (are you) without my neighborhood of affirmation, without mundane commiserations and routines? Who am I turned from tribal identity to nonentity? Just another broken body in the fray. How I respond to each absurdity helps define for me as I become less and more. Milled like grain Battered, disgraced, wasted void of livelihood, consequence, continuity of plan or place Tattered skin, fragile I believe that all the lonely people should get together and end loneliness in our lifetime I believe in making Peace The issue I believe we are all part of a plan of our own forming I believe people want to get along up to the point when they want to fight and expend pent up rage I believe people project on our opponents what we perceive as our horrific sins I believe there is ultimately nothing to win 7/17-22/16 knowing is knowing that knowledge is infinite and diverse believing is believing that all possibilities are worth seeing Meaning making makes meaning with bright divergent strands Doing, doing is an outgrowth of knowing, believing, making meaning 7/14/16 Remember when we were refugees martyrs in transition becoming stranger Summons to public consciousness Lives matter, private pain sadness, desperation that never lessens though it ebb and regain purchase Real lives that yearn, feel need for some promised warmth of care of shared extremities that nurture hope of shared deliverance, hands and minds together woven strong. A popular song, a moment’s reverie or step to somber tidal drum. Small girlchild, rags and dust – follow her morning of traverse this tiny world allowed. Each tent flap reveals fester of wounds deep and shallow, ravage diseases. Senses, purpose, subsumed to beat of breath outside rational context. Stuck in the dirt, her worth a hole where she bottoms out, tributary blood expelled. Repurpose our energy, efforts unraveled fighting ourselves over uncertain destiny; emerge to vibrancy in the creation, the industry, to make this place our world where we all enjoy peace. 7/13/16 beautiful dreaming lavender and pixie wings descend, whisp and bow, open that flimsy veil of weary distraction Here Now Ever an instant of bliss and woe Songs of weep and wind flutter, brief embrace and I sing, ecstatic scream, whirl of always dance sinking, diving, for the thrill of emergence 7/11/16nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Fri, 22 Jul 2016 15:50:55 +0000 rememberhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17400,from=rss#post17400https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p17400,from=rss#post17400Remember when we were refugees martyrs in transition becoming stranger Summons to public consciousness Lives matter, private pain sadness, desperation that never lessens though it ebb and regain purchase Real lives that yearn, feel need for some promised warmth of care of shared extremities that nurture hope of shared deliverance, hands and minds together woven strong. A popular song, a moment’s reverie or step to somber tidal drum. Redefine home as space to sleep, keep what we own (until stolen). Exhausted to sleep without resource of comfort, nothing worth waking, yet another dirty day descends. Small girlchild, rags and dust – follow her morning of traverse this tiny world allowed. Each tent flap reveals fester of wounds deep and shallow, ravage diseases. Senses, purpose, subsumed to beat of breath outside rational context. Stuck in the dirt, her worth a hole where she bottoms out, tributary blood expelled. Repurpose our energy, efforts unraveled fighting ourselves over uncertain destiny; emerge to vibrancy in the creation, the industry, to make this place our world where we all enjoy peace. 7/16 nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Tue, 12 Jul 2016 18:24:52 +0000