Oversion

March 27, 2014

are we in a global crisis? and, is there a massive economic crisis?

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 12:44 pm

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Last night on facebook, with relative quietude,
I put out the question, are we in a global crisis?
and, is there a massive economic crisis?

To try to make it a good test
leveraged to the range of the 750 fb friends,
including several now deceased,
I soft pedalled both the possible answers, yes and no.
Just to leave them up there afloat.
The boring answer is some places are in crisis and some aren’t,
but that isn’t the question.
Its’ a real question.

The future humanity, we future humanity,
have thought of ourselves as more civilized,
more collective and cooperative and organized
than any of the past centuries, hence living longer
and vastly more numerous, back when continual wars
and unquarantined violence to other peoples
was virtually the norm. We’ve gotten just so far
past that. Almost nicely nutshelled by the question
is Russia the underdog, or is Ukraine the underdog,
is it Russia versus 30 countries, or 1?
The northern part of the globe is hinging on this question
even as we might ought be paying reparations
to South America, Central America, Africa, India, Australia,
as well as China and mountain ranges and warm islands
between. The worldwide Irelands of the anglo european dream,
even as it exists today, with its puppeteers barely identifiable
obscuring the real calling of the shots, oil vs water.
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March 14, 2014

Peace in the Ukraine, Two versions

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 12:01 pm

Ukraine’s Ambassador to Canada was on Power & Politics with Evan Solomon, who finally got to
some of the largest question marks I’ve had about the situation. Stressing that Ukraine is a large country with quite a raw belief, a large country,no backing down. A belief that strong in Ukraine. While in Russia it can be perceived as Europe making its move to get at Russia’s oil industry, and the oil itself of course. It’s like oil industries have armies, and the rest of us are just running around with the veneer of the rest of the politics. Visceral.

It’s definitely time for the likes of me to de-escalate thats for sure. I’m making a list of similar relationships. There’s the vivid versions of the US and Canada relationship, the Canada and Quebec relationship, the Ontario Quebec relationship, Canada and Each First Nation, the many First Nations and Others on their territory. The First Nations are Nations, yet get drained in court by frackers and tarsanders, a situation of a resource corporation being simply richer and larger than a Nation. Just in that sentence, hundreds of literal Russia Ukraine relationships.

With the oil and fuel industries subtly brined through all of the relationships, which can be cooperative and self-believing, or popped for a ‘who gets the spoils’ game represented by the existence of billionaires. The product of a game.

It matters, the Russian side of the equation matters, Those opposed to Putin’s idea of life in Russia are in the same boat as all other civilians, the non military world…

Whether Russia would be at war with Ukraine or at war with Ukraine plus Europe and America.
I emerged sympathetic to Russia’s situation, in either scenario. And sympathetic to Ukraine’s situation in the many scenarios. Ukraine believes in Ukraine, and Moscow would feel as Ottawa would if there were suddenly a new unaligned power quite up so close, with the possibility of more.

Will the meek inherit the earth? There are many meanings to that question.

I think you have to wrap sympathy around all the people under this cloud.

There haven’t been many wars that everyone agrees on. living in Toronto, and the writing and arts worlds, all places are friends

Make the storm pass

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February 14, 2014

Types of Families Qua Character

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 1:36 pm

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It’s always been easy for me to identify with ‘freaks’ what with constantly moving and changing schools growing up. I had the first day at a new school experience in kindergarten, grade 1, 4, 7, 8 and 9, in most cases with a complete new set of classmates, so by age 14 I’d grown accustomed to a fleeting sense of things.  Always the question, was I the freak, or was the population of the school and teaching staff going to be some kind of house of mirrors group shot? That’s a kind of question thats fundamentally different in the life of someone who grows up all the while in the one community. It makes one part anthropolgist, part protagonist. The new day, something like Blake’s landscape. 

Just like being the oldest or middle or youngest,
or big family / small family, or. all siblings the other gender,
this business of whether you moved a lot or grew up within
forever the same cast of peers… a substantial determinant
of form of mind.

Fascinating in all cases, no picking a best or worst.
Of all the most challenging family forms, one was the second youngest of a huge nearly all male family, and the only sisters were so much older as to have already moved out.
That was the scariest one to think about.  My father was merged in the mass of his siblings, all male but for the eldest. Maybe it’s just how I’m wording it, but I really think it was easier to be me with just one brother one sister, so pleasently simple, easy to remember – that ease and luxury trading with the 6 whole new starts of community, (My siblings, being older, experienced that 8 times each, or more. How magical it would be if either were to read this and confirm. 

All years of school within a single community, hence knowing the foibles of every last individual you could ever meet there… Such a person would write prose, serious, thoughtful novels, with the long view, but alternatively could be liberated to great fun by writing poetry instead.  That is I think categorically character differencing from a person accustomed to having a complete set of whatever age humanity simply appear before one, and from scratch engage anew, and the past disappear. “A Poem” that moment of countenancing the world as one flashing mad whole, unknown, yet experienced, accustomed to having no idea whats going on, and wading into it. Always tentative. Never knowing. It’s like a special blend of gnosticism.

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Then suddenly our generation like fish were caught into the internet, and everyone was suddenly everywhere, having been thought long metamorphed into the gone other form of the universe. The internet is amazing. The internet is as cosmically differencing as just about any family structure. So many people are present. 

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January 25, 2014

Unconditional Love Poem

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 4:06 pm

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my greatest fear is to be terrorized into temporary
monogamy and not only but the appearance of monogamy
so completely in love all over the place
and indeed every bit special
couldn’t be more total and
devoted, at the same time as never not being in love
30 other directions, all the possible lives,

everything is frozen,
and if only i had the courage
to jump into niagara falls
on a night like this
french toast in kensington market
wonderfully cold
a tour

subtitles
that no one believes

just don’t make me not love or i will die
dying feels like love

the most fun is the most extreme cold weather
on the waterfront where the wind cuts through the hands
and even cold tapwater burns
thats love in the atomic
and you were right
making love in the snowdrifts
on windy nights
does not need
candle light
just go with the cold

and enjoy being unkempt
in a mall town
that has never
seen a stranger before
and keep it forever
in this weather
but know the love
is still there
in the summer

January 17, 2014

I MISS YOU

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 1:10 pm

You’re a very good influence on me.

Life seems some of the most real

when we’re communicating back and forth.

How has everything worked out there of late?

Oh the spiritualists eh, they always call for

the grand illuminations beyond everything.

Who wants to be beyond everything?

I am animated by others, and I say that

not as a fail of all the pure independent,

but as a phenomenologist.

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January 10, 2014

January 10 2014 poem

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 2:04 pm

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I can imagine it.

the whales, the swordfish, the sparrows,
suddenly we’re getting to know everyone.
starlings sure know me, with my respect,
and yet connection to our building’s sparrows,
who are pure family

finally getting to communicate with the other species is just one of the amazing things of the future

December 30, 2013

primitive language writing and french punk rock

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 2:59 pm

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It wasn’t really clear when I first
encountered language writing what it was
or what it was meant to be. There would have been
no reason for it to be clear. A smattering of forebears
of l=w appeared in undergraduate or associated reading
but not set up with the special info of a different
construct to read from view of it. So one was guessing.
Bits of theory had already entered the academic world
also and fizzed off the ends of philosophy, but they
were often theories coming from different ballgames
of issue, and you could wind up with a wide array
of guesses, and no map to read the different sort
of writing which I long suspected were many
of them individually different and not actually
alike. The guesses were all over the potential map.

Taking a pass on using the literary language skills
for enjoyment and to impress, so as to clear the decks
for a more inclusive literature that everyone alive
could take a part in. Or, the belief against
the sophistry of making sentence, and the
language system working at all, as a
Trotskyist or Bolshevic or even Adorno counterblast
against the glib new world we’ve lived in since television.
Or the simple belief in collage and opacity as a different
means of communicating. At times a guess of the theory
of non identity, identity as the devil’s forge, or
the evil God’s forge against basic earthly reality,
our desperate monomaniacal identities, with all
their weight in gold and property and having anything.
As well as degendering language and/or working to prevent
options 2, 3 and 4. It was that much of a mix, and
there wasn’t a guide, only some who felt they knew,
but would not present it in thumbnail.

Some of my own nutty writing might have looked
similar to a third party, but it would have
just been my own fractured mind coming at something
from a standpoint avoiding or incapable of
normal visual grammar at the time. I also guess
that if to participate, taking basic writing
and hacking it up might be the closest way my own
contributions would be near the ballpark of this
rarified zone. With that in mind I’m going to
take some of my one to one email writing and
interstice it around a bit. Always enjoyed it
as a side excercize anyway when perfectly good
writing was being lost to the waves of painful
personal experience too hopeless to write about
in itself. Oh for the days of doom poetry.
Punk rock. but i’ll see how much i can needle
this down and reveal the interesting worth reading
fragments and signifiers.

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quoted that poem of Soupault
If the Windsor Star could just stop
one day and publish 200,000
of that anthology the same
0apocalyptic reading experience
antiquarian book specialist autodidact
Worth a fortune but he can’t afford
the place to house them, old age pension
90% of structural costs, can’t heat the place
Soupault Merwin Auster connection from him:
(just thought i’d throw that in)
about the Naropa poetry wars,
where naropa guru dude goons force
merwin and his girlfriend out of their clothes
in front of the whole conference,
a crime in boulder, and ginsberg
and other supporters of the guru
took against merwin for his outrage
about it. flying with critique of the
“madness of the supposed good guys”
“a cult, thats all it is, a cult”
…so the pride of Merwin shining tonight.
Christmas is thankfully over.

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not much can make me go down there sometimes.
Month’s can go by. I’m phoning every night now,
it’s so easy to have the most terribly sad imaginings
most people who never made the break with conventional life
into the arts and so on, can’t imagine what ‘different’
people are experiencing, and they live inside
their commodities, the technologies living them.
I’m finding this massive gap. Barely an inch.
None really. From the deepest human realities
over and above my own feelings the human size
slots in that city. with the toughest things
she will ever have to, as I know your only life
is well ratchetted. But in the real sense,
the odd human one is able to communicate
what really is the case to, with all its nuance.
I feel like most of it means absolutely nothing
to most, or he does, so you start from what remains
from that, which often isn’t enough to assemble anything
nearing reality. and it’s drilling through my brain.
It wasn’t really clear when I first encountered
language writing what it was or what it was
meant to be. There would have been no reason for it
to be clear. A smattering of forebears appeared
in undergraduate or associated reading but not set up
with the special info of a different construct to
read from view of it. So one was guessing.
Bits of theory had already entered the academic world
also and fizzed off the ends of philosophy,
but they were often theories coming from
different ballgames of issue, and you could wind up
with a wide array of guesses, and no map to read

the different sort of writing
which I long suspected were many of them
individually different and not actually alike.
The guesses were all of the potential map.
Taking a pass on using the literary language skills
for enjoyment and to impress, so as to clear
the decks for a more inclusive literature
that everyone alive could take a part in.
Or, the belief against the sophistry of
making sentence, and the language system
working at all, as a Trotskyist or Bolshevic
or even Adorno counterblast against the
glib new world we’ve lived in since television.
Or the simple belief in collage and opacity
as a different means of communicating.
At times a guess of the theory of non identity,
identity as the devil’s forge,
or the evil God’s forge
against basic earthly reality,
our desperate monomaniacal identities,
with all their weight in gold and property
and having anything. As well as the idea
of degendering language and/or working to prevent
options 2, 3 and 4, for that matter.
It was that much of a mix, and there wasn’t a guide,
only some who felt they knew, but would not present
it in thumbnail. Some of my own nutty writing might
have been thought similar to a third party,
but it would have just been my own fractured
mind coming at something from a standpoint avoiding
or incapable of normal visual grammar at the time. my brain.

November 25, 2013

History of Oversion

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 2:16 pm

Around the transition of the 80s to the 90s, like a different species of life postmodernity, from Animal Farm and Watership Down to Pottersville Variations and Tech Everything, the possibilities of both economics and poetry were very grand and promising, and the instinct in humanity to be inclusive and generous was strong. Postmodernism and Feminism had opened poetry to infinite variety of presentation, and despite ‘overheated markets’ and ‘Recession’ the possibilities for an independent healthy intelligent form of living developing was practically inevitable, given the lakes, space, soil, tectonic shield,

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The important thing was to make it all inclusive, comprehensive, and life to become wonderful for all.

OVERSION was always a process, and it’s complete non-rejecting inclusive policy of simply reflecting what was coming in worked well. I felt it had the most comprehensively universal politics that it seemed only funny when the almost standardized political critiques came in from people probably assuming that the magazine was being directed in the usual judgemental ways, when reflecting what came in was simply fun and enjoyable.

The Oversion Constitution was made the masthead of the next few issues and sequels of issues. The numbers were based on 1995 or 94 even relative requirements of the society to function. It’s not the direction the society went. As of 1997, when my father was dying of 5 types of cancer, as I always felt it an approximately mutual kind of project, for his entertainment I set out somewhat cartographically and psychically into the future, estimating how long it would take, if in the middle and latter 1990s things didn’t swerve in the direction of inclusiveness, environmentalism, healthy practises, and a far more peaceful relationship with the other continents, right then. Which again, seemed utterly possible at the time.

Not entirely surprisingly it lurched in other directions and the 2000s went off the chess board. But even then, 2014 had seemed the most promising year.

By 2018 best have some of these global internecine and environmental avalanches and desertifications start pulling in the same direction. Radical climate change and chronic devastating poverty injustice and lubricious over expensed psychotic wealth in a storm? on a not too long later unlivable planet. Space exploration is not what it seems.
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November 20, 2013

The Cardinal Among others

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 1:11 pm

 


“Waking From My Ego”

There’s something about the blood clot like sunday evening naps I have where I wake like there’s been a visit to the underworld in real time and all the week’s tangents I’ve been riding out through into the weekend and then becoming the sail of the imagination into the next week the deep jugular nap when the cold and tired of the sunday tanks through the bones and blood stream, and wake and all those tangents have settled. It will be new tangents. They will be good. It’s an interesting week ahead.

 

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She is peace, exuberance, kindness.

I am like the contemporary factory farmed sole, so watery tender I cook away to nothing. The most wonderful sensibility, and so beautiful.

And good, a genuinely good person.
I feel safe being so vulnerable, a liquifying
factory farmed fish.

But oh no, not lemon.
Only olive oil and pepper.

>>> EL>>>> ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

and other poems:

piano of letters for relative’s health care

always make good choices in the moment
probably with that much stress
a good canadian pea soup or maple bacon and beans
fish sandwich kensington market grilled cheese
always think of your own health as well
your health flows into theirs


 

storm ducker

And it worked out fine.
It was all true.
The storm apparently broke out
right after I went to sleep,

and woke management
in their homes,
while I was
fully helmeted by sleep.

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November 8, 2013

Quick Pole: Mulcair or Trudeau?

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 2:42 pm

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