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Gardens of Resistance

November 19th, 2001 at 6:04 pm

Passion (freedom): An Exploration of Love and Inspiration

Passion (freedom)

Lived poetry has shown throughout history, even in partial revolts, even in crime…that it is the protector par excellence of everything irreducible in mankind, that is to say, of creative spontaneity. The will to unite the individual and the social, not on the basis of an illusory community but on that of subjectivity-that is what makes the new poetry into a weapon which everyone must learn to handle by himself. Poetic experience is henceforth at a premium. The organization of spontaneity will be the work of spontaneity itself.

-Vaneigem

Take this moment never away

Love the trees and the grasses

And the Wild flowers

Jasmine, sweetest

Jasmine

Patchy clouds that stars shine through

Deep blue blanket.

Insulated Bay Area

summer midnight.

Light breeze blowin’

Shuffle and kiss my hot tub soakin’

Arm is glisten-in’

This moment

I thought that Leor was my “first love”. What I know now is that he is the first person who didn’t want to trap me or expect me to be anything that I wasn’t already. The last I heard of him, a mutual friend told me, with a sad look in his eyes that he was no longer allowed to talk to girls who aren’t Jewish.

For Leor

It is in the deepest sparkle of your eyes where we have met.

Where you hold your strength.

Where you feel your pain.

Where I receive your passion.

It is here where only the present matters,

but where only the past and the future allow us

to appreciate our meeting.

Here, you are my kin. You are my grandfather,

my teacher, my brother and my son.

You are my lover.

Here is the unknown and it is the only place

where one is complete.

It is here that new lovers watch night become day;

the moon becomes the sun in an arch over the duned coastline.

It is here that a gift is given seemingly to insure that no matter what passes,

This meeting will be remembered as sacred.

It is here that being is living and it is here that I love you.

What better way of abolishing the poem could there be than realizing it?

-Vaneigem

This is about a guy who came through the East Bay to help start a local currency. He had worked with one in Colorado for a while and studied them elsewhere. I was really busy when I met him, doing activist stuff. I think he is the first person that really made it stick with me that the most important part of being an activist is to have room in your space, your time and your head to connect with people. I was also struck by what an impact he seemed to make on the local currency project as well as on the people that he was working with. I really started thinking about solidarity and about how open many groups are for someone to come in and “fix” them./

About Jhym

Breeze of Inspiration

Blowing through our town

Really no pretensions,

Just an open hearted kin

Who is real enough to really live

In the place that he is and with the people that he is around

What a world where an outside touch can affect community formation,

But for a brief moment, he wasn’t outside.

The ability is startling,

You are charmed,

Generous and Warm,

Loving and Strong.

 

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