Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

Into an invisible spot The social world Enters full-armed Speaking about a trap And to you My thoughts turn still Love in my defence That try talk A place for themselves Believe themselves Vanish themselve In my heart – Aaah, G! That place You sit like a still goddess As my heart heaves From this…

I’m reminded of when one sees a camera, panning the audience at a concert And everyone’s waving like they’re the biggest and prettiest flamingo We recognise each other across a feathered sea, as if returning eternally In you to find the tallest, prettiest, pinkest flamingo, the only flamingo I see

When one has a noble spirit, other noble spirits can see it: My great grandmother used to get angry at my great grandfather when he drank (not that I would ever drink around you) Gran defended him one day, and he, usually pleasant, became angry at gran and told her off and said your mum…

This blue morning You looked desperately The way I look at you As two lost amid blue Angel purrs to comfort me And I know you’ll say I’m rubbing it in that You’re not here to Cause that’s you being blue Who in I see A rainbow every colour This morning I saw everything That…

For Brigit Life and life, side by side, my feral friend, well Brigit, a human call, in the end, and now When I look out every morning to see the world I’ll know “I was just doing my job” even your Kittens so happy in their own backyard My backyard, I said, I have no…

The Dr asked, how are you, raelene? I, the same as usual, I’m alright, so I guess I’m always alright Which is to say I’m alright as usual I said to you, I love you! Yes, I agree with you, you have faults, but – as I do And I’m alright cause you love me,…

Trans. Jacobsen I heard you again, this night, who’s sorrow compares to yours, G? In your voice, poetry of the moon From your voice a memory awoke inside “oldest child of the moon” Who cares about the current society, with that phrase in mind “oldest child of the moon?” I heard you again, this night,…

I was down for a laugh The Joker and I for a sport Cut my arms up And laughed till we cried in arkham asylum Psycho comes in in the mornings to chastise mum about scratching her bottom and gently rubbing creme into it, meanwhile telling her what she has to do for the day…

Trying to understand any of it Not already there, reconstructed in my hand What for this now…? A magpie calls out I’m the wind I’m the wind blowing the cars away And just hangs mid-air, the memory of your face Gut feeling, moving thru the trees, Searching, Not understanding anything, taking place

I was singing in the rain – I saw you Above the gums and fertile grass Become the whole Earth’s working task, I sung you, As if the image arose first in my brain, I saw you – a rose came from the ground, Arose in rain’s anti-gravity, a rose-cloud, Love herself, bringing you to…