tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-140650852024-03-07T13:31:06.922-08:00the postulations of a paradigm shifting penguini think that each of us is capable of being midwives to our personal philosophies and thus can easily dissuade the influence of powerhouse schools of thought we find pervasive in mass media, our parents, church, and even institutions of learning. i think we can be assassins of mediocrity and boredom, and can prove to ourselves that the world is not set...that we are authors of our books, spies of our perceptions, and scientists of our behaviors.Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-56190455590958150892013-08-30T21:48:00.001-07:002016-12-20T16:39:56.055-08:00"chin" my sisterhow do you thank someone who gave you a lifetime of unconditional love<br />
properly<br />
perhaps you live in the manner and colors that honor their love<br />
<br />
thanks for cooking breakfast for me when i was a young adolescent mess<br />
that fried rice was unstoppable<br />
and as a great enthusiast you looked into how i grew and in every centimeter<br />
and spoke your honest mind assertively<br />
and cried when you caught me that time i first got drunk<br />
because you saw an innocent good kid who tripped and fell<br />
but that's love<br />
<br />
you chauffeured this lazy bombastic mess of a kid<br />
all around town for my school project that i cared nothing for<br />
and took some head lumps because you were the best protector<br />
<br />
you always called me your favorite<br />
<br />
and as a team, you dragged me a long to drop off your boyfriend<br />
and it was supposed to suck but it was cool and i felt a little cool<br />
learning about that bobby brown feeling and that early 90's hip hop era<br />
and the first glimpse into the true power of subculture<br />
<br />
what you liked i wanted to like too<br />
<br />
a few times i remember you appointing the cool basketball players<br />
and somehow you had me all about latrell sprewell<br />
<br />
you liked putting me in the spotlight<br />
and busting my chops but i always knew it was out of play<br />
because i think we are both people that bust chops<br />
and you always laughed though mine were soft and cheap<br />
<br />Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-79605875476926922422013-01-30T23:25:00.001-08:002013-01-30T23:25:34.371-08:00wise mantis saysshit<br />
or<br />
get<br />
off<br />
the<br />
potPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-80276727749260509542012-10-02T23:52:00.000-07:002012-10-02T23:59:01.889-07:00son of Tolomai for shortinfinite rumble<br />
and infinite rustling<br />
as cackling crows<br />
spit upon evaporated candy covered cement<br />
fumes clustered<br />
<br />
cloudy up porcelain eyes<br />
paper machete blunder<br />
thunder crackling<br />
teeth chatter<br />
s'pose knock'around systems install<br />
you be pinball'd<br />
once the ink spell casts<br />
the math, after<br />
<br />
yet a frog<br />
still a paperclip<br />
did memorize that rip in time<br />
so flipped back<br />
hypnotized by infancy divinePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-44660430688969365532012-08-27T23:39:00.001-07:002012-09-25T01:26:54.332-07:00an owl told her...fire ants from a fire hose<br />
&<br />
red and yellow skin equals orange you glad we met<br />
&<br />
vitamin ray 12<br />
&<br />
our pet is<br />
mickey the denture dog<br />
&<br />
too much candy is bad for youPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-80051962870067091252012-07-09T22:19:00.003-07:002012-07-09T22:20:20.166-07:00a flowering spadegotta peel back the onion inside<br />
because what else is therePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-38934857223868816852012-05-23T00:20:00.000-07:002016-12-20T16:40:44.353-08:00scratch napkins and street priestscaterpillar armor blunder mindbend matter<br />
pander to the judges<br />
clutter masterpiece and faster pleads<br />
and tangled feeds<br />
clamoring clams invoking therapy group remedies<br />
shall i weather the storm<br />
with an elevator pitch.... stains on armpit crevices<br />
and empress pets in cavalcades<br />
parading on their knees<br />
free merits<br />
dressed recollections of streetlight power trips<br />
and invincibility quip<br />
hyped level breaking it down<br />
for the revelry<br />
and irony on the revolutionary tipPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-48224332051126932592011-09-08T21:41:00.000-07:002011-09-08T21:41:58.215-07:00simulacra cooperativeby way of solitude and liquor<br />
stained in umber, i've derived a<br />
curious idea, of which my ego<br />
will proclaim is this...original<br />
and worth necessary funding.<br />
<br />
a cachet of scenarios,<br />
comprised of willing individuals<br />
generous of time and spirit,<br />
contributing to isolated<br />
simulations that applaud<br />
specific methods,<br />
be it cliche or unordinary,<br />
to elicit an emotional state<br />
for the test protagonist:<br />
<br />
for this protagonist,<br />
participants will conduct<br />
themselves in a prescripted<br />
set of behaviors in tandem and fashion,<br />
such that the emotional state<br />
advertised to this protagonist<br />
may be sold,<br />
temporary through variable lengths.<br />
<br />
ie: praise<br />
<br />
participants cheer for protagonist<br />
in a predetermined set of behaviors,<br />
under focused set of variables.<br />
<br />
could call it art<br />
and may be worth investigatingPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-34601613097793521022011-07-25T20:12:00.000-07:002011-07-25T20:12:33.950-07:00master jellyfishi see a sea<br />
and it sees me<br />
it reflects what i see<br />
and it sees what i see<br />
and we never look<br />
because<br />
we see<br />
wePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-85218277024383759512011-07-25T20:02:00.000-07:002016-12-20T16:41:47.546-08:00rig o medioloiter<br />
<br />
half shadowed shoe<br />
born tailspin<br />
<br />
baggy eyed spirit<br />
residue<br />
<br />
residue<br />
<br />
right before the fog<br />
incinerates<br />
<br />
clap<br />
wave mesmerize<br />
like<br />
punctured pride pump<br />
and squeak garnish<br />
nickel operated<br />
shoe buffer times<br />
centipede hips thrust<br />
<br />
repeat with fabric softener<br />
and powered cuckoo clock<br />
beneath the iceberg<br />
<br />
who tethered ice chains<br />
to the port<br />
might no mercury applaud<br />
our impulsesPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-47659530337840343762011-06-07T19:45:00.000-07:002011-06-07T19:45:48.997-07:00hiromi euhara trio(co narrated by the penguin & the otter pup<br />
on pad and pen off Jack Keruac Avenue)<br />
<br />
Spud met Angela at the bar by her school.<br />
<br />
He had his high tops on and was lookin'<br />
so, so fly.<br />
<br />
Though in her eyes it wasn't the case.<br />
He was twitterpated to see her...<br />
taking notice of her hair, the way<br />
she leaned slightly to the right on her<br />
barstool and how her friends were<br />
well engaged in the conversation.<br />
<br />
He felt a twinge of anxiety; but dove<br />
right in. What else can you do in such<br />
a situation? Take a breath, Spud.<br />
<br />
They exchanged formalities, which<br />
quickly led to a visit to the bartender.<br />
He ruminated on the comings and goings<br />
of her day, and how it unfolded, if she was<br />
at all thinking of him. Previous to this visit,<br />
he contemplated on how to go about the<br />
evening's maneuvers.<br />
<br />
And she was thinking of him, truth be told,<br />
wondering about what he was up to and<br />
what might happen that night. If a vacant<br />
spot appeared on her mind, he was quick<br />
to fill it.<br />
<br />
Spaces to fill were holes upon holes of<br />
uncertainty, yet the misery of mystery<br />
was a charm bracelet. Leaves and feathers<br />
fettered and reasons for flight witheld,<br />
her eyes and batting of them and the glare<br />
of the lamp or the streetlight upon them<br />
is all that he desired.<br />
<br />
Spud ordered a drink and returned to<br />
Angela's side. They booth took a sip.<br />
Words were hard to come by in the<br />
moment, but they exchanged looks and<br />
mirrored their postures and let the rest of<br />
the crowd became a blur.<br />
<br />
And he became sick of this game and<br />
wanted to talk to her now, now....Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-1686603084943964642011-06-06T06:59:00.000-07:002011-06-06T06:59:22.779-07:00simon evans coverband...charming is the helplessness of someone trying to<br />
express a view of that which is not theirsPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-46340229136228661992011-06-03T17:19:00.000-07:002011-06-03T17:19:22.569-07:00gumboto blurt<br />
confessions <br />
<br />
allow the snot permission to<br />
agitate the labialis<br />
<br />
as the belly sags low<br />
cradled by clipped belt<br />
<br />
and breath is spoken clearly<br />
smelling of spit<br />
and cigarettes <br />
and whatever breakfast<br />
<br />
a lean so real<br />
so wreckless<br />
and perhaps clumsy<br />
<br />
wreckless<br />
gratify<br />
offense<br />
or <br />
flattery<br />
bystanders<br />
<br />
epiphany <br />
ephiphony<br />
anythings<br />
commence<br />
<br />
for no <br />
negotiations<br />
allowed inside<br />
or dustpans<br />
or apologies<br />
<br />
but bystanders<br />
and the moonPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-42665407525814537022011-06-03T17:02:00.000-07:002011-06-03T17:02:58.699-07:00hunting jackrabbitsi'll let him speak to me with<br />
a foreign tongue<br />
so that my awareness is full <br />
to the tone<br />
and not the idea<br />
<br />
hence my imagination <br />
will take hold<br />
<br />
and i shall absorb <br />
in tones<br />
and light firePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-16822962521542542892011-06-02T17:13:00.000-07:002011-06-02T17:13:44.737-07:00apple piejune 1st:<br />
<br />
14 smiles offered.<br />
13 smiles returned.<br />
10 female, 3 male.<br />
<br />
june 2nd:<br />
<br />
23 smiles offered.<br />
21 smiles returned.<br />
13 female, 10 male.<br />
<br />
conditions:<br />
<br />
the conditions of my offerings were that each<br />
human was supposed to be in default face position.<br />
i only approached those who held no smile,<br />
those who i was in no direct interaction with,<br />
and those who were beyond 30 feet of me.<br />
<br />
findings:<br />
<br />
when i smiled, they usually held the smile<br />
for a period beyond acknowledgement, and if <br />
the interaction continued, smiles were received<br />
many times after. most men who returned smiles<br />
usually maintained them for only a few seconds. <br />
the women who returned smiles seemed to persist<br />
in a delightful attitude during and after.<br />
<br />
conclusion:<br />
<br />
smiles = apple piePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-60691264106222316262011-05-31T20:44:00.000-07:002011-06-01T00:37:46.388-07:00boomerangi'm embarking on a smile experiment.<br />
<br />
i'll smile,<br />
take tallies, <br />
and return with results.<br />
<br />
two days worth.<br />
<br />
lets see what happens...Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-82805987639935427182011-05-30T09:46:00.000-07:002011-05-30T09:46:26.824-07:00seedlingi'm on my way to the trees<br />
the sea<br />
and wind<br />
<br />
and to think that i can even state this <br />
without reason <br />
is such a thought<br />
<br />
because it implies my separation<br />
<br />
which is unnatural<br />
<br />
i yearn to discover if the trees<br />
can hear my thoughts<br />
and share my feelings<br />
because they are so still<br />
<br />
and in stillness comes clarity<br />
<br />
perhaps they may bend to my inner experience<br />
or in fact<br />
i may bend to theirs<br />
<br />
yet<br />
if anything<br />
i would be grateful to feel at least for<br />
a moment<br />
that i can tune in to the pulse of the earth<br />
and the universe<br />
and sever my deep involvement with civilization<br />
<br />
so i may appreciate all that is around me<br />
and begin to identify with the idea of <br />
<br />
us<br />
<br />
we<br />
<br />
as not a coexistence of me or i and the beauty<br />
of this world <br />
but instead<br />
a singular i<br />
as in i am the world and the world is iPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-21048437560655014672011-05-29T19:01:00.000-07:002016-12-20T12:43:33.692-08:00sky holds the sunlife, despite your influence on my desire to<br />
keep tender with your close cousin nature,<br />
you've managed to keep a steady pace<br />
on good business in babylon, so<br />
in lieu of this, thank you<br />
so much and i offer<br />
my deepest<br />
gratitude.<br />
<br />
love,<br />
<br />
mePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-52943092660905001632011-05-26T18:40:00.000-07:002011-05-26T18:40:58.811-07:00peach, plum, pearwhat is beautiful...<br />
<br />
can be witnessed in a single fleeting moment.<br />
<br />
it's unaware of itself<br />
and without ego.<br />
<br />
idiosyncracies take recognition.<br />
<br />
it is full and complete.<br />
it births immediate sympathy.<br />
it takes you by surprise<br />
and whirls round and round naturally,<br />
flexing its power<br />
<br />
to show the truth of humanity in all its raw form<br />
through uninhibited expression<br />
<br />
of pain<br />
delight<br />
and everything sincere.Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-63098999630290114562011-05-24T18:33:00.000-07:002012-08-12T23:38:05.179-07:00this fishsliced open my world,<br />
<br />
juiced it like an orange spinning clockwise<br />
<br />
and i sipped it gently<br />
<br />
as my knees began to wobble, <br />
<br />
so i tripped and fell<br />
<br />
now felt constellations frankensteinPenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-47423037755715251952011-04-03T15:14:00.000-07:002011-04-03T15:16:40.551-07:00yawningperhaps the yearnings of a lonely heart are mislead,<br />
as not the habits to fill it's own hunger with the light of another<br />
but rather to unruffle one's own feathers and reap pleasure<br />
in flight, alone...<br />
might trust that one is already capable and awake<br />
and prepared to feel the wind upon his eyelashes<br />
<br />
or lay in stillness for a donation of gracePenguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-86243846576859780272011-03-10T21:10:00.000-08:002011-03-10T21:12:16.471-08:00john cage dinner party disasteras i was walking downtown, a familiar scent happened upon my nose...<br />
which got me to ponderin' of the olfactory world.<br />
i believe that there is much potential to refine this sense because to do so<br />
may revive skills lost in the western indoctrination.<br />
as an artist and american, i find that my attention is frequently divided...<br />
a high awareness kinetically and visually, with much neglect to its counterparts,<br />
and i believe it's time to undo this.<br />
i believe my mind is prejudice and ignorant to various scents, and i have a<br />
sneaky suspicion that one can arrive to much information and divinity<br />
if the heart lends itself to the nose.<br />
as such, one may deconstruct others with a higher awareness,<br />
such that of another's temperament, health, and the vibrational frequency of scent<br />
may allude to codes that may be broken with proper training and study.<br />
<br />
might other creatures be the wiser?<br />
may our noses lay swath to our deepest desires?<br />
and what of those who smell like "home" to us?<br />
<br />
i'm highly tempted to begin this study and conduct experiments,<br />
but perhaps it would be foolish to immerse myself again<br />
and neglect other senses.Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-14041297552248883602011-01-22T19:38:00.000-08:002011-06-03T17:23:48.856-07:00call me sunburst and i'll call you wildflowerstaring into space 40%,<br />
madly in love with love,<br />
repelling<br />
deflecting<br />
absorbing energy for instance,<br />
vivid nightmares,<br />
the ideas are strong addictives,<br />
my third eye,<br />
shamans?Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-44522279874622138742010-12-24T11:27:00.000-08:002010-12-24T11:27:35.331-08:00revolving doors for infinity<pre>"Love can never be portrayed</pre><pre>the same way as a tree...
..or the sea, or any other mystery.
It's the eyes, with which we see.
It's the sinner in the saint.
It's the light inside the paint."</pre><pre></pre><pre>- Izzy via Tom Tom to Eloise</pre>Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-32551556384806101032010-12-14T21:55:00.000-08:002010-12-14T21:55:51.499-08:00sun lake rinsedblessed to hear the incantations of body and soul<div>thank you universe</div>Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14065085.post-31119027277064645162010-12-03T10:33:00.000-08:002010-12-03T10:33:12.397-08:00playing the fool better than the mandolini desperately need a time machine.<br />
that or a crash course on the ways<br />
of the armadillo.Penguinauthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15533435577919534454noreply@blogger.com0