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My Magic Life

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  Be more Organism My screams will articulate a feeling of infinite longing for the “expression” model to re-emerge in a culture of feeling adorned with a filigree of ornate concepts.     Whilst walking with my two sons to ward off depression, anxiety and in my case fibromyalgia, the eldest turned to me and asked, do you think you could build a nest with your mouth? I thought for a bit and was understandably taken aback. How do they know how to make the structure in triangles he went on? I’m not sure they know how we consider knowing to be. They don’t have an instruction manual to follow. It’s more a case of the knowledge being part of their body. My son started to say something about them being programmed. But who is controlling them he asked? At this point I felt that this idea of control is perhaps the greatest stumbling block to expanded empathetic thought that there is. God used to be the controller so who or what is in control now that he is dead? This dialectical m...

More organism

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A bubble loose inside a prison Reflecting back courts of assize Take a few moments to open the eyes Could I be more organism?   The rainbow cut out refracts through prism Hands face space stay hypnotised Social structures organised But could I be more organism?   A future built on intellect’s frisson But building blocks are living drops Not components found in online shops Might I be more organism?   Cognitive opposites favouring schism And the mollusc back to home she slides No geo data her journey guides Could I be more organism?   And feel soul’s embodied vision Instead of trying to visualise sensations far beyond the eyes Let me be more organism   Emergence knows no plagiarism Deaf dumb and blind I feel my skin Taking cosmic vistas in As I become more organism                              

New Years's resolution - Be more organism

  Be more Organismed   Whilst walking with my two sons to ward off depression, anxiety and in my case fibromyalgia, the eldest turned to me and asked, do you think you could build a nest with your mouth? I thought for a bit and was understandably taken aback. How do they know how to make the structure in triangles he went on? I’m not sure they know how we consider knowing to be. They don’t have an instruction manual to follow. It’s more a case of the knowledge being part of their body. My son started to say something about them being programmed. But who is controlling them he asked? At this point I felt that this idea of control is perhaps the greatest stumbling block to expanded empathetic thought that there is. God used to be the controller so who or what is in control now that he is dead?    After being thrown in at the deep end with affect theory during my doctorate in fine art I have become more and more interested in the idea of embodied understanding and the a...