Tuesday, October 10, 2017
Monday, October 9, 2017
Italian Coffee Pot
Caffeine priest in a silver
cassock. Octagonal alchemist.
Silver bird gargling dark steam.
It is in the pantheon of small,
essential pots that lead us
kindly into our daily labors.
It is the beloved mayor of the
stove. It is a three-part harmony
of form and function.
hans ostrom 2017
cassock. Octagonal alchemist.
Silver bird gargling dark steam.
It is in the pantheon of small,
essential pots that lead us
kindly into our daily labors.
It is the beloved mayor of the
stove. It is a three-part harmony
of form and function.
hans ostrom 2017
About Last Week
The old days--last week: hard not
to yearn for them, their billions
of images and messages from robots
that made them so special.
And that's not to mention
all the official depravities
pursued worldwide. And it's a
piquant era in America.
The noxious gas that fills
the nation's balloon president
leaked out and anointed the hate-
filled land. The White people
in power who can stand
between his madness and
catastrophic destruction did
not, do not. What a time it was!
hans ostrom 2017
to yearn for them, their billions
of images and messages from robots
that made them so special.
And that's not to mention
all the official depravities
pursued worldwide. And it's a
piquant era in America.
The noxious gas that fills
the nation's balloon president
leaked out and anointed the hate-
filled land. The White people
in power who can stand
between his madness and
catastrophic destruction did
not, do not. What a time it was!
hans ostrom 2017
Sunday, October 8, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
Friday, October 6, 2017
Centri-Fugue
Mind's centrifuge spins in self-defense.
Attempts to spare the core from engulfment
by noise shocks sales extortions hate;
and drowning by social media. Centrifuge
plays a centrifugue, its own idio-
synchronized music, which insulates,
and which also helps mind evade ego,
culture's target. A not-you seems
to glide in the fugue. Glowing
multi-colored rain falls. "Starwater,"
it's called by locals, although
there is no locality. The fogged
not-you folds itself into an unbounded
flow of other disengaged personas.
Soon sadly your non-self hears a noise,
recognizes it as name, and everything's
recalled, ego re-established. The
spinning and its spun music cease.
Your tense sense of the world resumes.
Out of digital Hades comes the flood again.
hans ostrom 2017
Attempts to spare the core from engulfment
by noise shocks sales extortions hate;
and drowning by social media. Centrifuge
plays a centrifugue, its own idio-
synchronized music, which insulates,
and which also helps mind evade ego,
culture's target. A not-you seems
to glide in the fugue. Glowing
multi-colored rain falls. "Starwater,"
it's called by locals, although
there is no locality. The fogged
not-you folds itself into an unbounded
flow of other disengaged personas.
Soon sadly your non-self hears a noise,
recognizes it as name, and everything's
recalled, ego re-established. The
spinning and its spun music cease.
Your tense sense of the world resumes.
Out of digital Hades comes the flood again.
hans ostrom 2017
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Creature Brains
Creature brains feature
lanes nature grooved
as species moved into
spaces over time with
their accidental
adaptations.
Hans Ostrom 2017
lanes nature grooved
as species moved into
spaces over time with
their accidental
adaptations.
Hans Ostrom 2017
Phantom Blues
I have the phantom blues.
I'm too tired to be blue.
This is what phantoms do.
They only almost have the blues.
Maybe I'll get some rest
so I can get depressed.
Yes, that's it. I need to
feel better to feel worse.
Maybe I am a phantom.
I hadn't thought of that.
Just an old weary ghost
with an invisible hat.
Hans Ostrom 2017
I'm too tired to be blue.
This is what phantoms do.
They only almost have the blues.
Maybe I'll get some rest
so I can get depressed.
Yes, that's it. I need to
feel better to feel worse.
Maybe I am a phantom.
I hadn't thought of that.
Just an old weary ghost
with an invisible hat.
Hans Ostrom 2017
Let the Maul Fall
In Fall always
use a splitting maul or an ax,
never a hatchet,
to split cut wood into kindling.
As you split and sweat, don't forget
to find the smell of sap in air.
Find a rhythm to body plus wood
plus chop; and air.
Let the maul fall,
no need to swing it. It's splitting
not chopping, after all.
Would anybody find you
if you walked back into
woods to apologize to trees?
Thoughts like this come from air
as your mind moves away
from the fall of the maul's
heavy head and blade.
Hitting a knot calls your mind back.
Find yourself done with splitting
wood, two boxes of kindling,
let's say. Wood stoves are disappearing,
they must. Culture always
chops away old days, splits
custom, finds other ways to warm itself,
finds other work to get that done.
Hans Ostrom 2017
use a splitting maul or an ax,
never a hatchet,
to split cut wood into kindling.
As you split and sweat, don't forget
to find the smell of sap in air.
Find a rhythm to body plus wood
plus chop; and air.
Let the maul fall,
no need to swing it. It's splitting
not chopping, after all.
Would anybody find you
if you walked back into
woods to apologize to trees?
Thoughts like this come from air
as your mind moves away
from the fall of the maul's
heavy head and blade.
Hitting a knot calls your mind back.
Find yourself done with splitting
wood, two boxes of kindling,
let's say. Wood stoves are disappearing,
they must. Culture always
chops away old days, splits
custom, finds other ways to warm itself,
finds other work to get that done.
Hans Ostrom 2017
Tuesday, October 3, 2017
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