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by phaedrus et al

In 100, by Montana on December 6, 2018 at 1:05 am

a body,
a soul temporarily shedding its wings
the eyes, the gateway
an incarnation of a soul

an object,
the archetype of a form
a shadow projected on a cave wall
a second story we run over the screen

a form,
a blueprint of perfection
an ideal, eternal in its essence
perhaps transcendent of time entirely

an initiated,
looks beyond the rhetoric of an object
seeks truth in the myth of a form
sees divine madness, dionysus

i’m quite curious,
yet will i glimpse the unseen cat?
unopened, the future is fluid
here i stay and see where spirit lays

 

Plants are pets too

In 100, by Montana on December 6, 2018 at 1:01 am

Athena the ming aralia is enjoying her new foggy home– the sun does shine in the shade.

Atticus the fiddle-leaf fig is growing up fast. He needs a stake to hold himself upright, else he hobbles over like an elderly man without his trusty cane. All day he dreams of a life free from plastic things.

Dumbledore the dracanea filters out bad air, breathing life into spaces. Left with friends to plant sit, he appeared quite downtrodden when last checked on. Me thinks people are pouring beer in his home. Operation Rescue Dumbledore to ensue before he becomes entirely hairless.

Another oversimplification

In 100, by Montana on December 2, 2018 at 10:58 pm

Sometimes I dream of following the meter maid around with a roll of quarters.

Sorry, you cannot rain on 6ZHL881’s parade today. Clink-clink. Thirty more minutes, see? 6ZHL881 is simply saluting the last beams of sunlight on sand. In this light-catching moment of utter sublime, nothing else matters.

Nope, no ticket for 8HLI675 either. Clink-clink. Life is far too fleeting to leave precious time on the table. Let them order their third espresso, linger in dialogues of dreams, squeeze every last heart-quenching drop out of life that there’s no time to worry about silly details like the meter running out.

Beep boo–

In 100, by Montana on November 19, 2018 at 8:54 pm

Stumbling upon layers of reality, around and around we go beep boppin around. Where to next? She sticks a licked finger up. Yep, the wind is definitely still blowing. She licks her finger again. Oo tastes like cumin. Hm. La da di la da da just keep rollin under the stars. What a funny world this wondrous little planet is. Such lovely people. Must find place. Which rabbit hole will she go down next? Beep boop loopdy loo–

Wait.

What are we doing this all for?

*her world comes to a screeching halt*

Oh no.

Where did the wind go?

words i’m working on wording

In 100, by Montana on November 18, 2018 at 1:12 pm

when i think
my language tells me
the air i release
to the sky
is called
my breath
but

i know
my breath
is not my breath

my breath is the sky

when we release
our breaths
they become one
collective breath
one unified sky

breathe

our struggle is an illusion
we suffer when we try
to hold on to our individual
breaths

release

know your breath
is not only yours

know
you are the sky’s breath
and
the sky is yours
remember this
when you feel
alone
inside yourself

remember
you are the sky
we rise
and fall
together

Never mind, she remembers the time (3/3)

In 100, by Montana on November 18, 2018 at 1:08 pm

“…I’m kiddinggg. But damn, that’s dark. Huh. I wonder if I would too… If VR nature looked identical to real nature… That’s interesting. I’ll have to think about that one more. Hey, want to know what I really want to do?”

“What’s that?”

“Build nature’s museum. Like the Natural History Museum but with real live plants instead of those plastic ones in dioramas.”

“You mean a botanical garden?”

“No, not a botanical garden. A museum! With real plants arranged as “art.” A monument to nature. How hilariously ironic!”

“That sounds cool… Have you been to the New York Botanical Garden?”

Requiem for a bleeding heart​

In 100, by Montana on November 16, 2018 at 3:12 pm

David attended college in some groovy times. He studied philosophy and grew out his hair. Soon he began skipping class to join sit-ins protesting his university’s participation in counterinsurgency and chemical-biological weapons research during the war. Then when David became a little too “revolutionary,” his father threatened to pull him out of school.

David had a crisis of conscience.

David made a choice.

He locked away his bleeding heart and tossed the key to focus on his own success.

Now when asked about his college years, he deflects. “Oh, it was nothing. I just participated because everybody did back then.”

The 6th extinction isn’t about how cute the polar bears are

In 100, by Montana on November 15, 2018 at 2:37 pm

Up to 20,000,000 distinct venom toxins exist today on Earth. Venoms have led us to numerous life-saving discoveries, yet scientists have analyzed fewer than 1,000 compounds to date.

Observing viper venom led to the invention of anticoagulants.

Therapeutic peptides derived from sea anemones are undergoing clinical trials for treatment of certain autoimmune diseases.

Spider venoms could yield eco-friendly insecticides that replace our use of endocrine-disrupting synthetics.

A cancer detecting compound derived from Deathstalker Scorpion venom was approved by the FDA to locate brain tumors during surgery.

Nature’s deadliest creatures save human lives—but is venom enough to save themselves from mass extinction?

Open space continuum

In 100, by Montana on November 14, 2018 at 9:42 pm

Undeveloped, untouched land: our most precious resource.

The human spirit needs places to play in, places to become whole again.

How can we deprive future generations of a chance to know the earth as nature intended?

Try as economists might, one cannot put a price tag on the true value of wild, open spaces. For the wilderness holds answers to questions we ignorant humans don’t yet know to ask.

Can we really justify destroying the last slivers of old-growth for enough palm oil to fuel America’s potato chip addiction?

If only we had the eyes to see what we’re sacrificing.

If you see it, leave it be

In 100, by Montana on November 14, 2018 at 1:18 am

A dot at the center of a circle drawn in jet black ink

An igloo persisting a whiteout in the middle of the Arctic tundra

An owl cooing softly in a forest of a hundred thousand trees

A cairn enduring righteously on a jagged and windy peak

A bear bundling deeply into a cavern carved from stone

A sapling sprouting bravely in the shadow of its fallen elder

A droplet descending slowly to reach its original oneness

A fawn standing still in the soothing silence of new dawn

A phone left quietly to rest at the bottom of a pond

Still know nothing, but here’s some spooky science

In 100, by Montana on November 12, 2018 at 12:11 pm

Einstein called it “spooky action at a distance.”

Quantum entangled particles are linked so that actions performed on one instantaneously affect the other, even when separated by large distances.

This gives way to the possibility of quantum computing, communication, teleportation, and other spooky potentialities.

Since measuring the features of one particle will instantly steer the other into a corresponding state, scientists refrain from measuring these properties to preserve quantum uncertainty.

The key to avoiding odd effects in happenstances of temporal separation is to accept that it’s only a “frame-specific property,” or an option among multiple alternative but equally viable states.

She knows nothing, but sometimes she’s a smart aleck when jabbed (2/3)

In 100, by Montana on November 11, 2018 at 12:54 pm

“Well what did you study?”

“Environmental studies.”

“Nice, that’ll be important for the next 20 years. Then what will you do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well after we destroy the world, your field won’t be very lucrative.”

“Maybe we’ll destroy the natural world, but we’ll all be living in VR simulations by then anyway.”

“That sounds cool, although I won’t stick around to experience that.”

“Yeah I suppose VR has a while to come before it’s indistinguishable from reality.”

“No, I mean I’d rather kill myself than live in a simulation.”

“Dark dude. But are we not already living in one?”

things that aren’t pickled

In 100, by Montana on November 10, 2018 at 7:16 am

morning dew
misty air
earth worms
water droplets
streaming sunbeams
baby’s breath
tree bark
caterpillars
ladybugs
cushion moss
lady ferns
tree rings
topo maps
dandelions
browning grass
live oaks
tree swings
skipping stones
water ringlets
lily pads
koi fish
ginkgo leaves
bonsai trees
bird of paradise
lichen invasions
sea foam
octopus
kelp forests
sea cucumbers
tide pools
caves
sea anemones
horseshoe crabs
nautilus shells
sea glass
driftwood
rusty nails
wind chimes
sprouted pavement
water fountains
puddles
wood benches
paperback books
film cameras
fiddle-leaf figs
grand pianos
coffee mugs
watermarks
typewriters
yellowing paper
envelopes
mailboxes
november rain
porches
lanterns
indigo flame

 

Pickled things and potatoes

In 100, by Montana on November 9, 2018 at 1:15 pm

Molly studied Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Nabokov, and all the greats. After graduating, she moved to Petersburg as soon as she could.

Since the Kremlin banned western imports, Molly’s been eating pickled things and potatoes for dinner each night. Restaurants send couriers to smuggle fresh food across the border, but Molly’s fine with her pickled things and potatoes.

Molly and her fellow master’s candidates thought for themselves, so Putin shut their university down. Now Molly’s a cryptocurrency news reporter and she tries to stay interested.

Molly’s just happy she has a reason to stay in the land of pickled things and potatoes.

21 questions answered bluntly while she waits for her leftover pizza to heat (1/3)

In 100, by Montana on November 8, 2018 at 1:41 am

“Where do you live now?”

“I live at home with my parents.”

“Where’s that?”

“In the LA area.”

“So what is it that you do?”

“Currently? Nothing. Yes, I’m currently unemployed living with my parents.”

“Well what do you want to do?”

“That’s a good question. I used to think I knew, but I’m not so sure anymore. I had some high-minded ideal of fixing the world or something, but that all seems pretty futile now.”

“You know, it’s within your power to experience a consumer-hell type situation as meaningful.”

“Ah yes, hit me with some more DFW, why don’tcha?”

You feel, you hear, it ripples

In 100, by Montana on November 7, 2018 at 1:18 pm

It whisks you away to new lands.
It guides you through a new frame of mind.
A story from a new perspective.

You feel it before you can intellectualize it.
You hear the truth in its vibrations.
They ripple up your spine and over your skin.

You feel the frequencies as they were intended.
You hear the resonant truth of their maker.
You see the sinusoids they painted in empty air.

Falling into its depths as you shut your eyes,
You close your eyes to open your heart.
Only then do you give into the pull of its floating spaces.

Are you for scuba?

In 100, by Montana on November 6, 2018 at 9:42 am

John flew across the pond to make sure we swing blue today.  

He can’t cast a ballot in the states, but he’s no rookie of this game. 

He took his manila envelopes to Ohio to preach Change and Hope; He organized New Hampshire to proudly proclaim he’s with Her.

When DC calls, John answers.

For leisure, John’s a deep sea diver— 150 notches in his belt, he says. He’d fancy a few more while he’s out here.

I know the Garibaldi won’t let John down, I just wish I could as confidently tell him the same of America today. 

Unholy comparisons

In 100, by Montana on November 5, 2018 at 5:10 pm

It reflects everything it sees, like a freshly cleaned storefront glanced at from the street.   

It loses clarity when it moves fast, like subway cars that blend as they speed past. 

It lets things glide atop it in tow, like moving walkways that carry people to and fro. 

It comes in as many shades as your imagination contains, like a mood ring on a breezy day. 

It foams when it gets pushed around, like the egg white froth in the cocktail I just downed. 

It glimmers subtlety in the moonlight, like a beaded dress shimmying for yet another neon night. 

One giant caustic cliché

In 100, by Montana on November 4, 2018 at 1:09 pm

Went vegan?
He’s trying too hard to be hipster

Purchase environmentally friendly products?
Don’t let yourself fall for green-washing propaganda

Care about wilderness preservation?
How cute is your tree-hugging idealism

Connect spiritually to the natural world?
She’s got her head in the clouds

Get upset by our geopolitical meddling to secure energy?
Oh rest your tired bleeding heart

Want to make the world a better place?
That’s just another Silicon Valley platitude

Trying to live a sustainable but comfortable American lifestyle?
How hypocritical

Fear we’re headed down a scary path to 2 degrees C?
Don’t be such an apocalyptic pessimist

Changing Air

In 100, by Montana on November 3, 2018 at 3:40 pm

It’s that time of year when the air seems to change overnight. It’s lighter, cleaner, cooler— yet harsher now. So crisp you could cut through it with a knife.

The wind plays its restless song: a million notes a minute in perfect disharmony. The bristling gets louder, like rattlesnakes whispering perilous secrets to unsuspecting guests.

Leaves turning from yellow to orange, from orange to brown.  Breaking free as they drift down, down like kamikaze pilots and circus acrobats salsa dancing through space.

Trees shedding leaves like spiders molting skin. To wait for a warmer day to turn a new leaf.

Every Student Succeeds

In by Montana on November 2, 2018 at 8:16 am

Three grown-ups sit around a dinner table
Wishing they could help, but aren’t able

Passing the paper back and forth while frowning
“What is this nonsense?” they say, scowling

The name of the game is “regrouping”
It’s like math but without the computing

Do I need to regroup?
I need more ones bleep bloop

The second grader has no answers
This worksheet is Greek by my standards

I know the education dissertation was probably very scientific
But this new method of teaching is honestly horrific

So in the name of reason and cognition
Can we please teach children simple addition?

Tips for Getting By

In by Montana on November 1, 2018 at 7:59 am

“Move fast”
But “make space to think”

“Ship it”
But “slow down your hurry up”

“Take the leap”
But “one day at a time”

“Doubt your doubts”
But “question everything”

“Talk is cheap”
But “say what you feel”

“Stay curious”
But “stop thinking so much”

“You can’t steer a parked car”
But “don’t mistake motion for progress”

“Dreams don’t work unless you do”
But “sit back and enjoy the ride”

“Do more of what you love”
But “be in love with your life”

“This is the beginning of anything you want”
But this is the beginning of anything you want.