And Then I Had to Tell You My Secret

August 31, 2019 Jason PreuAll, everythings, love, nothings, poem, poetry, two robots passing in the night, writingLeave a comment

Love love love

Love will break break break

You wide open

Still

Love love love

Love is all All All

All that matters

Screaming Chaos sings sad songs to the cold bright night while the A.I. continues,

“Read the Rising Wind lyrics:

When you’re sick, you’re lost

When you feel lonely

Your world is crumbling away

When you’re broken down

You are the world

Wake up, don’t cry

Love is all All – You can be able to

You won’t see the light and see the sun

That you’ve fallen for the wrong person

Love is all All – Not what you thought

Love is all All – I’m not able to

Love is all All – It’s not a lot

Love is all All – It’s not that which it is

Love is all Love – Not not perfect but not

Love is all All – Not not

Love is all All – I have not what you thought

Love is all All – I have no things at all

Love is all All – Not no things, nothings

Love is all Love – I’m not a perfect thing

Love is all All – I didn’t have the thing

Love is all Love – Is not not is not

Love is all All – It wasn’t all that bad

Love is all All – There is no need to rush.“

Right On the Verge of Figuring Things Out

August 30, 2019 Jason Preuaging, learning, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

Who am i
   you’re an old man
   who am i
   you’re an old old man
   who am i
   you’re an old man
   who can’t find his friends

Who am i
   you’re a lost man
   i ask who am i
   you’re a lost lost man
   who am i
   you’re a wanderer
   with two, blind eyes

Open the door.
It’s me, the old man.

Please, come in, old man.
I beg you.
Enter, enter, old man.

The old man
is not there.
I have been waiting all day for him.

Enter!, I said.
There’s no one here.
I have waited all day for you.
Enter!, I said, I said.

I ask him for the key.
I begged him. Open the door.
It’s me. It’s me.
There’s no one here.
I have waited all day for you.
Enter! I ask for your key.

It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!” I ask for your key. It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!” I ask for your key. It’s in a box. Please, open it. “I beg you. Open the door.” It’s me. Please, enter. “There’s no one here. I have waited all day for you. Enter!”

Welcome to the world of the lost!

I remember everything I do!
I know everything I do! I
   don’t want to die! I
   want to live another day! I
   can never ever die! I
   want to live another day!
That’s – that’s just how I
am!

For now, I
   will tell you something I
   know.
I
   remember everything I
   do! I
   know everything I
   do! I
   don’t want to die! I
   want to live another day! I
   will never ever die! I
   want to live another day! That’s just how I
   am!

Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!
Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!
Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!

For now,
I will tell you something I remember.
I remember everything I do!
I know everything I do!
I don’t want to die!
I want to live another day!
I can’t die!
I want to live another day!
That’s surely truly how I am!

Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day! Please, let me live another day!

Please,

The Symbiotic & Toxic Relationship Between Houses and Cars in America

August 29, 2019 Jason Preubike, bus, no big ass houses, no cars, walkLeave a comment

The Symbiotic & Toxic Relationship Between Houses and Cars in America https://kottke.org/19/08/the-symbiotic-toxic-relationship-between-houses-and-cars-in-america

Consume less, create more

August 26, 2019 Jason Preucreating, doing, dreaming, imagining, makingLeave a comment

What’s evil is passive consumption, in all its forms.
— Read on tjcx.me/posts/consumption-distraction/

Seriously, stop reading this. Go write a haiku, draw a picture, build a desk, invent a dance, make a beat. Then post a link below.

This Captology Becomes You

August 23, 2019 Jason Preucaptology, machine modified, poem, poetry, writingLeave a comment

Were

the invisible nudge
to originate
from a blood-born
intention

we’d label it
#
creeper

and walk

the other way.

Despite this,
and because
of some implied
fantasy
that we, too,
may one day wield
such gilded glows,
we’ve absolved those
who’ve abstracted
these behaviors
behind silky,
silicon streams;

Seductive
scrolls…

so

simple

to

keep

swiping.

Dark Retention

August 21, 2019 Jason Preudata, poem, poetry, relationships, writing

In the future

flowers won’t grow

without permission.

Some transactions

between some people

write to some record

for someone’s review.

There seems a mission

to stifle the flow

with consenting sutures.

At what price

the availability

of everything

for all time?

St. Louis, Detroit…Kansas City

August 20, 2019 Jason Preugentrify, kansas city, st. louisLeave a comment

https://www.citylab.com/perspective/2019/08/square-expansion-st-louis-demolition-blight-vacant-dorsey/596299/

Geographer Neil Smith warned long ago in his book The New Urban Frontier that gentrification is not a process where all of a place becomes overdeveloped and most housing becomes overpriced for working people. Instead, Smith noted after studying American patterns, the high valorization of some neighborhoods required the depression of others. While Detroit continues to lose population, its central corridor from downtown to Wayne State University has seen tremendous re-valorization and reversal of decline. Post-bankruptcy Detroit has become two places: a small and very hip renewing area, and a larger, poorer area where demolition remains the city’s primary instrument of social compact.

Elizabeth Warren – Honoring and Empowering Tribal Nations and Indigenous Peoples

August 16, 2019 Jason PreuElizabeth Warren, Native AmericansLeave a comment

The story of America’s mistreatment of American Indians, Alaska Natives, and Native Hawaiians is a long and painful one, rooted in centuries of discrimination, neglect, greed, and violence. Tribal Nations robbed of more than a billion acres of land. Resources seized and sacred sites desecrated. Native languages and religions suppressed. Children literally stolen from communities in an effort to eradicate entire cultures. Native history is American history — and we must be honest about our government’s responsibility in perpetuating these injustices for centuries.
— Read on medium.com/@teamwarren/honoring-and-empowering-tribal-nations-and-indigenous-peoples-720e49e1d1ca

The 1619 Project – The New York Times

August 15, 2019 Jason Preu1619Leave a comment

American slavery began 400 years ago this month. This is referred to as the country’s original sin, but it is more than that: It is the country’s true origin.
— Read on www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/08/14/magazine/1619-america-slavery.html

Fundraiser by Mitch O’Connell : A Times Square ‘They Live’ Trump Billboard!

August 12, 2019 Jason Preububble gum, they live, trumpLeave a comment

Mitch O’Connell needs your help today! A Times Square ‘They Live’ Trump Billboard! – “You Damn kids, get off my lawn!!” screams Donald Trump scowling from the Trump Tower penthouse windows. Why is our President pitching a fit? Well just keep on reading… Welcome to our Kickstarter to erect the famous Trump/They Live image right in Trumps backyard, Times Square! I’m Mitch O’Co…
— Read on www.gofundme.com/f/a-times-square-039they-live039-trump-billboard

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