Foggy Blues

Foggy city

 

Here is a morning fog

That rises from the snow

To inhabit head-tall space

In lightless glow.

Shapes normally well known

Allow themselves to drift, to flow,

To merge, flux, change

To something one cannot know,

Menacing, indefinable, strange.

Houses bulk, loom to presume

In fearsomeness, destroy solidities

Lean in ways precarious,

Pounce on our fragility.

Their agile smokey grace rest on reptile legs,

Bare jagged broken window panes.

Dragon cars glare laser eyes, growl the streets

To sweep from murk to murk.

Dogs go berserk, howl and bark

At lumps that slip around the dark

With swift retreats that leave no mark.

A garbage can gets kicked, tipped

Rolls to clang a lamp post.

Silence picks the clicks of heels, tacks

A path to intersect our spot. This way comes

God knows what. Better retreat

To a well known street,

Windowside, await the Sun

To burn away the haze

And disentangle streetwise maze.

 

 

 

The Inheritors

 

Robot arm and stars

 

A look at the rise of machine technology presents the basic talent of humans to devise instruments to confront the problems of civilization to beat back the vagaries of nature.   It’s useful to explore this talent as a growing element in the basics of life in general.

 

The elements of evolution are the changes in the environment threatening life and the powers of life to produce mutations that may solve those difficulties. Mutation is described as random but the changes offered are from a fund of past successes much more likely to succeed in survivability than random change. Anyway, the most likely result would still be failure. Life struggles against this by producing huge numbers of variations, increasing the chance that one success out of millions is enough to permit life to continue. Evolution has no mercy on failures.

 

It’s unique that evolution possesses teleological tendencies to preserve and continue life. The process has a goal although it has no conscious intent. It is efficient to fill all sorts of niches in this planet’s ecology. Its major limitation is the huge stretch of time it needs to reach its goals and the failures it must endure to succeed. Humans are frustrated over how quickly evolution has produced dangerous variations of diseases which render useless the antibiotics discovered. This indicates the strengths of evolution. But real evolution in big changes with species usually needs many millions of years.

 

One of Humanity’s obvious oddities is its tendencies to exempt itself from the forces of nature. Current science indicates that the stuff we’re made of is just the ordinary materials on the planet. Nevertheless, this makes people uncomfortable. So, there is a persistence to insist that there must be something special that makes humanity fizz. Evolution ideas have been around for well over a century but people still worry about the dangers to humanity when the Sun explodes billions of years in the future. It’s been estimated that a species lasts about ten million years although there have been notable exceptions. Considering the carelessness humanity has demonstrated with the life fundamentals on this planet it seems exceedingly doubtful humanity will last even that average time. Even a few decades more is becoming untenable.

 

But the forces of evolution seem hard at work to do something about that. Evolution, not only is not outside humanity, it is an integral  part of the species which it produced and probably is using it for the next major step.

 

No doubt humans have accomplished startling things.  But evolution has, with all sorts of common and uncommon materials, assembled things still hugely surprising to modern science. Seashells put together layer by layer do very odd things to light and strength and appearance. Evolution with its mindless skills manipulates its progeny in almost magical ways. It works with simple trial and error and this takes much time. Millions of years and countless billions of failures, but when it succeeds, it covers the entire planet with its successes.

 

And now, it has a new tool. Humanity that can create strange inorganic life forms never before seen in the history of this world. We don’t call them life because they still need to reproduce independently. They eat strange stuff like petroleum and electricity and the most of them have no ideas or even heads to have ideas with. But it’s quite obvious these odd creatures are evolving with blinding speed. They don’t need millions of years to evolve, merely a decade or so and occasionally, like djinns, they can evolve in minutes.

 

Humans are the tools evolution is using to create and evolve these steel and plastic creatures. They seem completely unaware that they are manufacturing their successors. Just as free living individual micro-organisms had no clue to the sophisticated colonies we humans attained. But evolution knows because it keeps humanity hard at work evolving them in record speed. And it’s only a matter of decades at most until they become clever enough to create their own children – and what children they will be! Not limited like the humans that have real problems straying away from the planet that created them. Humans even start falling apart when there’s no gravity and they need all sorts of local stuff like food and air.  What a nuisance. These new beasts may be pretty dumb but even the primitive ones have wandered out to the outer planets and done some interesting things. They can and have been living on Mars for quite a while. And they don’t have to terraform the place to be comfortable. When they smarten up in a few years they’ll build their own cities on Mars way ahead of humans. And by that time they’ll be doing most of the things humans need done on Earth so humans might even  disappear out of simple boredom.

 

The local planets are only the first step for our marvelous descendants. Alpha Centauri is in easy reach  for them and this local minor galaxy is just the beginning. They probably will leave Earth to us local animals as a monument to their clever ancestors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Talk

silhouettes

There comes a point where idle chatter over things that don’t really matter,

Civilities that tolerate the insensate, talk that prates out of the polite

Considerations of weather, health, relativities of wealth and of late, politics

Concerned with massive idiotic brutalities, fatalities, misbehavior

Of some moronic savior intent to rectify the inherent, incessant futilities

Embedded, dreaded, yet incessant in the industries of our bumbling species.

 

 

No matter how we shatter all proclamations of our generous good intents,

Our novel technologies to save the world, the steel spike of stupidities

Drives deeper year by year out of ignorance and fear to bleed away all decencies

And the most necessary mutual respect so required to staunch death and oblivion.

So question arises then what compass needle should be obeyed to those dismayed

By pointless conversation. What invitation in direction used to eject verbal confection?

 

 

Circles exist that persist where gabble over pubic hubris is demanded or they get quite pissed.

Sex contexts selects projects to elect this or that configuration that could fascinate to dissipation

Energetic somewhat pathetic exercised devices which frequently entices post pubic immaturities.

There is, at end, not much to extend the primal fascination involved in wrestling to final consummation.

Aging to maturity can substitute invigorating games of less duress like chess, croquet, or dance in ballet.

Conversations do collaborate, integrate progressive physiology and pass beyond temptations of biology.

 

 

If tons of silly talk could be weighed, displayed on scales and commercially enwrapped in bales

Then carefully released to sails on sailing barques, commercially, and just for larks, there might be

An industry untapped. The massive output of cell phones could contribute mightily to atmospheric swirl,

Engaging in full the push and pulls of civil counteractions. The bears and bulls that spin the wheels,

That suck the gold and make the deals listen to the whistling winds of thoughtful minds that generate

Djinns of high dissatisfaction. The current speech of feeble reach to touch the spores of war and peace

Contains potentials for essentials still untouched. There still remains a force in talk to counter conflict.

 

 

Make it cease.

 

Tongue Tied

Rose and Sun

 

Herding words to perform tricks,

Acrobatics into ballads, rhymes

That twinkle into good times

Or vocal thunders of the wonders

Out of an angry psyche, or perhaps

Chagrin of a grin of consonants that spin

The lacks of linguistic qualities into

What cracks of frustrations of the tongue,

Can meander through the thistles of epistles

That declaim and blame and shame the world

Which, might avail to twitch its tail or rail

Against the commonplace of not to face

The obvious insanities of the human race.

 

The error to displace fundamental thought

With fanatical grammatical enticements barely

Face that thinking is not a parade of alphabetics.

The universe of mind entails qualities where language fails,

A place to trace great overtones of sight and sound, feelings

That slip like snakes into the underbrush of all sensation

Where fails the consciousness to follow secret trails.

You cannot catch a color such as red which can bleed

Or roar with fire tornadoes in the Sun or suppose a rose.

Language languishes in weak frustration faced with furious reality.

Language might faintly reflect an astounding effect but never, never

Never contain the torrents gushing moment to moment out of time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cages

Time and the universe

 

There is probably no way to puzzle into that dismay

I must have felt when pulled to the light of day.

Being born, the shocks of light, of sound, necessities to suck in air,

When just moments before, within that soft warm safe lair

All was provided for. Nothing missed, all needs as demanded

Were totally fulfilled in every way, as commanded.

 

Small wonder that newborns scream as they emerge, screams of fright,

Screams of fury as they lose complete security and dreamless night.

The mind assaults of blasts of light, blows of explosive noise

Must now be recognized as signals which the curiosity employs

To shape reality, transfigures chaos into structures, format,

Build a universe of formed dimensions to discover where one’s at.

 

No doubt assembly out of novelty to know is excruciating, slow.

Much to try, identify. make mistakes, deny, have victories as things go.

But kids have tricks to parse the mix. Are quick to sort the sounds and shapes,

Profusions of confusions evoking originalities, brings out the jackanapes.

Illuminates the unexpected into the complex that forms the bones of intellect

So thus, scrap by scrap, thread by thread a mind is formulated by this respect.

 

Rather rapidly, within mere tumbling hours, days and months of a few years

The inner self assembles its cage of reality as a lifelong habitat to wall off fears.

Cages are two way affairs. The gifts of safety are bestowed with disturbing limitations.

The monsters fended off by bars obscures the universe of stars, of odd manifestations

Of the secret mysteries that slip and slide through fundamentals of all essentials.

No one mind receives, perceives, believes, embraces all traces of natural potentials.

 

The encapsulating cage may fend off rages of destruction eruptive coruscations of elations,

Disguise the guise of unexpected integrations, interpenetrations of wild alien informations

That could bring to heel, reveal the clever perverse mischiefs of the universe in its essential concept

To oppose all enterprise, all surmise to achieve success by manipulating where and how we are inept.

Cages may protect but also imprison possibilities, deter both disaster and enchain the visions to be free.

Rigidities of thought fabricate bars that block the stars, blur the clarities, distort the capability to see,

 

Landscapes of our understandings now display a sterile Lunar territory littered with the empty cages.

To block comprehensions, distorting dimensions, vastness of realities, unexplored where mind rages.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Reconstruction

Holy Robot

To construct a God it’s rather odd

To choose to use qualities that confuse.

Most common things like horns or wings

And rings of glowing light create a sight

That might evoke a bit of fright

Which is OK, but, so to speak, rather antique.

One might squeak by to rely

On components one can’t deny,

Impress, so that, more or less,

By whipping up a universe or two

Requiring neither nails or glue

Would be at minimum a speciality.

But reality intervenes. It seems since this,

Even for a God, exists only in dreams.

This current edition requires admission

Of all sorts of serious, somewhat mysterious,

Lacks and cracks and voracious black holes.

The damned thing is blowing up and running down

To threaten lifespans of a mere fifty billion years.

Somewhat temporary, scary, quite contrary

To the basic charm of solidity in eternity.

So, to negate debate, we must not insist

To persist in older gods (that do not exist)

But must start anew. No more askew

Phantasmal apparitions perceivable

Only to bearded desert kooks, unbelievable.

Our God must thrust its presence

Equally to presidents and peasants.

It must be aware everywhere –

Across the cosmos, to both octopus and pheasants

And the rambunctious colliding galaxies

That bump and generate the planets

We find  so comfy and so pleasant.

I would prefer a God not too odd but somewhat outré.

Outlandish in a pleasing entertaining form.

We humans do not relish tails or horns but one head could do

Although, no doubt some would prefer two, to accommodate

The possibilities of multisexual approval. Or, perhaps –

None at all. A gentle nod to the starfish crowd.

No mouth to make ridiculous announcements which, though candid

Must then be countermanded when they go kaput.

It must not speak, but, perhaps, could squeak to please mice.

A rusty hinge would do which crickets would enjoy.

It can seem possible, for mutable construction, to employ

The spark of Lego, which might seem weird but could be cheered

By kids who prefer to assemble gods piece by piece to increase

Creative possibilities. But then, one must put in a word for the nerd

Who with motherboard or fatherboard or big brotherboard

That no longer can be ignored on quantum capability

Which now labors deep to awake AI from sleep to intellect agility

Far more acrobatic in the mental attic than that meat machine

Stuck In our heads which gets distracted by a female lip or hip or

Male torsos with an obese wallet. Therein is where we fear

A real deity can be put in gear to finally domesticate the hairless ape

And calm down countless Adams and Eves in ways no one can escape.

The Sons of Bitch Twitch of Hate

Nuclear explosion

 

Pseudomatic cerebrations erupting out of predatory nations

Slickly switch the bitchy mixtures into feature communications

Meaningless of intellect to direct select indications for correct

Destinations into bludgeoned violence, into blood without introspect.

 

The gut of glut ambition evokes emotion, the visceral delight of might

Bereft of insight, no thought of incident entanglement, simplicity of blight

Within a mindless night blind to elementary cautions of monstrous proportions

So the gentle gestures of flesh unto flesh digress, raised into horrific distortions.

 

What end would, perhaps, mend the twisted temperaments outside of obliteration?

How to purify what pollutes the very sky, rips angry death from greedy altercation?

Is it integral that woven into very entrails the snarls of explosive hate explode to devastate?

Or can the acid turn to burn away itself in cure to innocence and sanity and final celebrate?