I could
give you
an account
a statement
of myself
and it
would be
something
to run with
even so
doubtful
at best
(as if
the speaker
has sole
possession
of the words
spoken)
you would need
the propositions
the stories
of others
to approach
something like
a complete
picture
and these
perspectives
(let us say)
true
enough
at time
and place
but what
is this
to say?
even heartfelt
there is no
necessity
every thing
everyone
only
a possibility
of time
so
for practical
purposes
we create
and enforce
paradigms
of thought
knowledge
vision
OK
but the mind is
fluid
and it cannot
be still
you see
we always
escape
and definition
just the need
for reference
it is knowledge
that is at
question
motion is motion
regardless
of frame
rest is rest
even
without
an absolute
I was going
to say
keep an open mind
on yourself
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
blue umbrella by greg. t. charlton is a work of poetic fiction. published by killer press may 2008. Isbn: 978 0 9751583 6 4. (c) copyright: greg. t. charlton. 2008. all rights reserved.
for Judith
Thursday 30 November 2006
Wednesday 29 November 2006
a thought:
the outside world
of physics
the surface
is give n consciousness
as determined
the inner life
is without fixed points
of reference
so
we are never sure
how close to get
to the other
or indeed
what this means
for some the insecurity
of intimacy
with all its doubt
and impossibility
is resolved
by denial
and the simple
focus
on what appears
(at times we must all
retreat to the world)
for the passionate
the only strategy is art
what you create
with another
out of the madness
of love
even so
if you step back
in your thought
(and this move
is always made)
you see
the first truth:
there is no way of it
we never know
how to proceed
and so
I would say
in the end
(for me)
beauty
is the only ever
reason
to go on
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
of physics
the surface
is give n consciousness
as determined
the inner life
is without fixed points
of reference
so
we are never sure
how close to get
to the other
or indeed
what this means
for some the insecurity
of intimacy
with all its doubt
and impossibility
is resolved
by denial
and the simple
focus
on what appears
(at times we must all
retreat to the world)
for the passionate
the only strategy is art
what you create
with another
out of the madness
of love
even so
if you step back
in your thought
(and this move
is always made)
you see
the first truth:
there is no way of it
we never know
how to proceed
and so
I would say
in the end
(for me)
beauty
is the only ever
reason
to go on
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Tuesday 28 November 2006
epistemology and war
each act
demands explanation
where we run
the risk
is explaining the explanation
and the further out
explanation of explanation
of
the point is
Ockham's
originally
you see
each net
does not just
enclose
it creates
realities
and the question
becomes
what
is being accounted for
and all this
before
action
though never
is it
this neat:
thought then action
my point is
explanation
can lead to
blindness
I favour
limiting
the domain
of account
and simply
operating
as close to
the bare facts
as possible
what's in your face
you might say
(avoid the trap
of ideology)
calling a spade
a spade
no guarantee
of success
or truth
just less
of a mess
to gather in
win or lose
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
demands explanation
where we run
the risk
is explaining the explanation
and the further out
explanation of explanation
of
the point is
Ockham's
originally
you see
each net
does not just
enclose
it creates
realities
and the question
becomes
what
is being accounted for
and all this
before
action
though never
is it
this neat:
thought then action
my point is
explanation
can lead to
blindness
I favour
limiting
the domain
of account
and simply
operating
as close to
the bare facts
as possible
what's in your face
you might say
(avoid the trap
of ideology)
calling a spade
a spade
no guarantee
of success
or truth
just less
of a mess
to gather in
win or lose
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Ian Rilen
he faced
and felt
the terror
of this
existence
he embraced
and loved
anyone
who came
to his eyes
his spirit
was free
and when
he rattled
his chains
the world
was rocked
who could forget
that smile?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
and felt
the terror
of this
existence
he embraced
and loved
anyone
who came
to his eyes
his spirit
was free
and when
he rattled
his chains
the world
was rocked
who could forget
that smile?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
space
the endless breath
before knowledge
time
the rich quality
of melody
.
the closing in
is the death
of beauty free
as a season goes
(never to return)
in its place
dry intelligence
and sharp vision
knowing how
it works
the liberation
from dreaming
and the loss
contraction
to the details
of being
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
before knowledge
time
the rich quality
of melody
.
the closing in
is the death
of beauty free
as a season goes
(never to return)
in its place
dry intelligence
and sharp vision
knowing how
it works
the liberation
from dreaming
and the loss
contraction
to the details
of being
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
and always
the dialectic
of appearance
and what is
beneath -
we have
no clear
fix
on the inside
of the shape
of consciousness
and so
the reach
for definition
to a presentation
that fits
expectation
in the eyes
of others
(who have
no idea
where
to place
themselves
if the truth
be known)
any action
or
way of being
is equal to
any other
on any day
it's just
a question
of numbers
and who can
or does
create
the illusion
of
authority
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
the dialectic
of appearance
and what is
beneath -
we have
no clear
fix
on the inside
of the shape
of consciousness
and so
the reach
for definition
to a presentation
that fits
expectation
in the eyes
of others
(who have
no idea
where
to place
themselves
if the truth
be known)
any action
or
way of being
is equal to
any other
on any day
it's just
a question
of numbers
and who can
or does
create
the illusion
of
authority
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
for Jude
it's really
the panorama of colour
the wavelengths
of light
moving in and out
the sensual dance
in every act
(a sea of beauty)
the exotic sound
of each movement
the true singing
of no form
(creation's endless
cacophony)
in each and every
spoken word
thought
its shape speed direction
the sculputure
of nothing
with terrifying
precision
angels weep
the beauty of crystal
dreaming
never to be again
(the world disappears)
time is still
space falls apart
only the heart
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the panorama of colour
the wavelengths
of light
moving in and out
the sensual dance
in every act
(a sea of beauty)
the exotic sound
of each movement
the true singing
of no form
(creation's endless
cacophony)
in each and every
spoken word
thought
its shape speed direction
the sculputure
of nothing
with terrifying
precision
angels weep
the beauty of crystal
dreaming
never to be again
(the world disappears)
time is still
space falls apart
only the heart
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
art
forget what is created it is dead in its realization
(the fix of form)it is the breath before the death
the escape of spirit
in the cage of necessity
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
(the fix of form)it is the breath before the death
the escape of spirit
in the cage of necessity
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Monday 27 November 2006
the free heart
reason is
the flow of blood
reason for reason
the making of crystal
spheres
a game of need
and fancy
at the centre
of each thought
each act
the space eternal
(you can dispense
with explanation)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the flow of blood
reason for reason
the making of crystal
spheres
a game of need
and fancy
at the centre
of each thought
each act
the space eternal
(you can dispense
with explanation)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
no true south
this house is in a place the place is real how it is described
depends on where you are perspective what can be said is what
is seen beyond its showing the world is based on nothing so you
are what you appear to be the possibilities are endless there
is no definite description
(the illusion is real)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
depends on where you are perspective what can be said is what
is seen beyond its showing the world is based on nothing so you
are what you appear to be the possibilities are endless there
is no definite description
(the illusion is real)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
architecture or madness as the key to delight
it's always a question of style
conflict is the failure
to discover a unifying idea
that sits well in the dirt
it's not a question of truth
rather invention
the satisfying illusion
that holds up the sky
or
just simply the decision
to work on the one piece
forever
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
conflict is the failure
to discover a unifying idea
that sits well in the dirt
it's not a question of truth
rather invention
the satisfying illusion
that holds up the sky
or
just simply the decision
to work on the one piece
forever
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
a meditation on the occasion of Dick Power's death
the spirit gone
the door shut
(the world loses
a dimension)
only the outside
the body
remains
at the mercy
of the world
to become
indefinable
or as Dick would have said
'fuckin' beautiful!'
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the door shut
(the world loses
a dimension)
only the outside
the body
remains
at the mercy
of the world
to become
indefinable
or as Dick would have said
'fuckin' beautiful!'
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
today
I return
to the listlessness
of everything
it's the day
this Summer day
in Spring
when a child
in the school yard
sitting invisible
in long grass
only the grass
and the heat
and the play
I was apart
and listless
the summer breeze
through the grass
Australian heat
and dirt
as a young man
on campus
the endless days
the space
of youth
you can step
out
of the world
and still be
centre
dreaming flows
out
and is life
you are
the dreaming
I have only
the memory
of this truth
it is not
in these bones
now
I am someone
who would not
be
recognized
by those
eyes
that person
was killed
repeatedly
until
the sky fell
away
today
I am old
and somewhat
more
attached
to the rails
just this summer
breeze
swept through
and found
lost worlds
before I knew
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
to the listlessness
of everything
it's the day
this Summer day
in Spring
when a child
in the school yard
sitting invisible
in long grass
only the grass
and the heat
and the play
I was apart
and listless
the summer breeze
through the grass
Australian heat
and dirt
as a young man
on campus
the endless days
the space
of youth
you can step
out
of the world
and still be
centre
dreaming flows
out
and is life
you are
the dreaming
I have only
the memory
of this truth
it is not
in these bones
now
I am someone
who would not
be
recognized
by those
eyes
that person
was killed
repeatedly
until
the sky fell
away
today
I am old
and somewhat
more
attached
to the rails
just this summer
breeze
swept through
and found
lost worlds
before I knew
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the way of it
it's
a space
this place
called
mind
or
nature
(human)
and within it
possibility
fixed
a fluidity
within bounds
depth
unfathomable
the reason
for journeys
into
an infinity
of roads
out from
(the centre)
for all this
magnificence
(the story
the reason
the being
of art)
the ever constants
of the animal
never
permanent
always
a roll of the dice
hollow
and finally
predictable
as death
(the ancients
saw with world-weary
eyes
recurrence)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
a space
this place
called
mind
or
nature
(human)
and within it
possibility
fixed
a fluidity
within bounds
depth
unfathomable
the reason
for journeys
into
an infinity
of roads
out from
(the centre)
for all this
magnificence
(the story
the reason
the being
of art)
the ever constants
of the animal
never
permanent
always
a roll of the dice
hollow
and finally
predictable
as death
(the ancients
saw with world-weary
eyes
recurrence)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
USA today
Bush
I suspect
has come
to believe
out of fear
what
he is told
to say
.
the ideologues
behind the scene
peddlers
buy and sell
image
contracts
countries
lives
(all in a days work)
.
Condi
knows
she can succeed
and it is
the reason
why
anything
she wears
fits
(white shoes)
.
the people
are traumatized
by the failure
of the myth
God
and
country
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
I suspect
has come
to believe
out of fear
what
he is told
to say
.
the ideologues
behind the scene
peddlers
buy and sell
image
contracts
countries
lives
(all in a days work)
.
Condi
knows
she can succeed
and it is
the reason
why
anything
she wears
fits
(white shoes)
.
the people
are traumatized
by the failure
of the myth
God
and
country
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
syllogism
p.1
the dictator takes power
rules with the illusion
of control
(its measure is the misery
of its subjects)
p.2
the democrat buys elected
office
(only effective if
image and knowledge
are controlled)
he is a beggar
at the kingmaker's table
citizens are buffeted
by the instability
____
outside of government
man is free
bitterness the way of power
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the dictator takes power
rules with the illusion
of control
(its measure is the misery
of its subjects)
p.2
the democrat buys elected
office
(only effective if
image and knowledge
are controlled)
he is a beggar
at the kingmaker's table
citizens are buffeted
by the instability
____
outside of government
man is free
bitterness the way of power
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
last man standing
so
countries are invaded
people killed
governments
come and go
crimes fade
from the screen
to be lost
in the argument
of history
only in the blood
of a madman
will there be
the knowledge
held
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
countries are invaded
people killed
governments
come and go
crimes fade
from the screen
to be lost
in the argument
of history
only in the blood
of a madman
will there be
the knowledge
held
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
what I wanted to say
the senses
are not reliable
what do they touch?
the days
will show you
you must question
and then
whatever it is
is forever lost
your journey starts
at nothing
who can stand
this freedom?
you begin
to make this world
with each step
it collapses
into place
(just like it used
to be)
and bodies
are as real
as they can be
you think you
can reach
from the inside
out
perhaps
it's not that clear
the question of
touch
or more seriously
grasp
what
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
are not reliable
what do they touch?
the days
will show you
you must question
and then
whatever it is
is forever lost
your journey starts
at nothing
who can stand
this freedom?
you begin
to make this world
with each step
it collapses
into place
(just like it used
to be)
and bodies
are as real
as they can be
you think you
can reach
from the inside
out
perhaps
it's not that clear
the question of
touch
or more seriously
grasp
what
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
I walk in old mysteries
what to say of this
histories / regions of
space / time
selves
(barely known)
right now
I would like to hold
this moment
it would be enough
the one that didn't
fade or
disappear
has already gone
(this impossibility)
and a sadness
of things lost
loves
dead and buried
echoes
from the tomb
of echoes
(I don't understand)
and have been
near
the door of madness
a ray of light
as it opened
just slightly from
shut
(the mornings can be
dangerous)
it's just hard dreaming
all the way
the brutality of
daylight
the soft of darkness
my small aspirations
in this infinity
it comes down to
a few rocks rolling
beginning
and end
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
histories / regions of
space / time
selves
(barely known)
right now
I would like to hold
this moment
it would be enough
the one that didn't
fade or
disappear
has already gone
(this impossibility)
and a sadness
of things lost
loves
dead and buried
echoes
from the tomb
of echoes
(I don't understand)
and have been
near
the door of madness
a ray of light
as it opened
just slightly from
shut
(the mornings can be
dangerous)
it's just hard dreaming
all the way
the brutality of
daylight
the soft of darkness
my small aspirations
in this infinity
it comes down to
a few rocks rolling
beginning
and end
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
the world is
it's
an empty
hotel
room
in
a broken
down
boarding house
where
the residents
are all
drunks
and
crazy women
(the night is endless)
the sound of
smashing
bottles
doors being
kicked
in
the agonies
of
sex
or
violence
against
white
washed
stone walls
you never
see
anyone
in the hallway
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
an empty
hotel
room
in
a broken
down
boarding house
where
the residents
are all
drunks
and
crazy women
(the night is endless)
the sound of
smashing
bottles
doors being
kicked
in
the agonies
of
sex
or
violence
against
white
washed
stone walls
you never
see
anyone
in the hallway
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
deep blue
the world is not wide
and it is not bright
its colours are pale
torn strips of cloth
flapping in the wind
people
do not look out
rather in
to see
what they are
(not what they could be)
and in this
great ordinariness
laughter and tears
and the going about
of business
leaves
in the autumn
wind
there is nothing
of substance
only joy and sorrow
birds of flight
to the end of days
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
and it is not bright
its colours are pale
torn strips of cloth
flapping in the wind
people
do not look out
rather in
to see
what they are
(not what they could be)
and in this
great ordinariness
laughter and tears
and the going about
of business
leaves
in the autumn
wind
there is nothing
of substance
only joy and sorrow
birds of flight
to the end of days
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the successful politician
is not
what he says
he is
truth is death
who would leave
themselves
that exposed?
the art is
acceptable
illusion
and for this to be
the electorate
need to be
brought into the tent
to conspire with
to be conspired with
so that
the lie
expressed is
the lie shared
everybody knows
the man
on the podium
just
represents
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
what he says
he is
truth is death
who would leave
themselves
that exposed?
the art is
acceptable
illusion
and for this to be
the electorate
need to be
brought into the tent
to conspire with
to be conspired with
so that
the lie
expressed is
the lie shared
everybody knows
the man
on the podium
just
represents
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the old town
pure drink
pure thought
there were days
before light
on the street
of creatures
before
the coming
of the world
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
pure thought
there were days
before light
on the street
of creatures
before
the coming
of the world
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the leader
the death of the first soldier
was what he dreaded most
after the fact
a new knowledge
like the criminal's
(I am of this elite)
with the difference
of power
and the philosophy
of Pythagoras
(a metaphysical relief)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
was what he dreaded most
after the fact
a new knowledge
like the criminal's
(I am of this elite)
with the difference
of power
and the philosophy
of Pythagoras
(a metaphysical relief)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Sunday 26 November 2006
be silent
be silent
the syntax
of beauty
is without
sound
the form
in motion
fixed
on a page
a secret
eternity
not to be
said
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the syntax
of beauty
is without
sound
the form
in motion
fixed
on a page
a secret
eternity
not to be
said
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Saturday 25 November 2006
Song of the Decameron
the issue is
self
and its range
its domain
a matter of
definition
you could
regard yourself
as responsible
for the world
or only as far
as your eyes
can see
ethics
is this decision
the question
where am I?
.
possibility
begins
where reality
ends
we think beyond
the moment
what to bring about?
what to leave
unmade?
therefore
what I should do
a future act
always
an hypothesis
that can never be
put to test
.
a good outcome
that desired
brought to be
and this only
within
the framework
in which
I see
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
self
and its range
its domain
a matter of
definition
you could
regard yourself
as responsible
for the world
or only as far
as your eyes
can see
ethics
is this decision
the question
where am I?
.
possibility
begins
where reality
ends
we think beyond
the moment
what to bring about?
what to leave
unmade?
therefore
what I should do
a future act
always
an hypothesis
that can never be
put to test
.
a good outcome
that desired
brought to be
and this only
within
the framework
in which
I see
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
government
(for Roxie and Rendall)
the
language
of
power
is assertion
always
question
always
doubt
the assertion
(c) greg. t. charlton.
the
language
of
power
is assertion
always
question
always
doubt
the assertion
(c) greg. t. charlton.
democracy
the idea of
rights
without
property
the illusion
of
equity
for the exploited
a cover
for
the wealthy
few
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
rights
without
property
the illusion
of
equity
for the exploited
a cover
for
the wealthy
few
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
economics
slavery
is the basis
of economic
prosperity
measured
in terms of
g.n.p.
(is not
commonwealth)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
is the basis
of economic
prosperity
measured
in terms of
g.n.p.
(is not
commonwealth)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
ways of being
begin with
how it appears
everything from here
is loss
it's the oneness
you don't
understand
until it leaves
silently
in pain
and then
the anguish
for
explanation
of the absence
of everything
reaching for
the gods
trying to believe
in a hidden
world
revealed in
dust
and bones
as if
there is
a direct link
to what is
not
here
some try
to go back
to their eyes
the blindness
is total
and then
in desperation
to
accounts of
what presents
as if
an elegant hypothesis
will repair
the damage
of disappearance
so
we go mad
and wear bowties
(at lavish
parties
under chandelier
light)
and learn
the high art
of pretence
the illusion show
of knowing
and knowledge
everyone
is welcome
in the tent
say the elite
panderers
of truths
and trickery
beyond this
a space / time
where someone
quiet
sculptures in
line
or word
or
bark
on the earth
the sky
in the heart
and lives
in terms
of the depiction
(from the inside
out)
here
at least
the world
is given
form and motion
and the strange
colours
of beauty
and you can
loose yourself
here
in this place
of recollection
(before there was
reason to forget)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
how it appears
everything from here
is loss
it's the oneness
you don't
understand
until it leaves
silently
in pain
and then
the anguish
for
explanation
of the absence
of everything
reaching for
the gods
trying to believe
in a hidden
world
revealed in
dust
and bones
as if
there is
a direct link
to what is
not
here
some try
to go back
to their eyes
the blindness
is total
and then
in desperation
to
accounts of
what presents
as if
an elegant hypothesis
will repair
the damage
of disappearance
so
we go mad
and wear bowties
(at lavish
parties
under chandelier
light)
and learn
the high art
of pretence
the illusion show
of knowing
and knowledge
everyone
is welcome
in the tent
say the elite
panderers
of truths
and trickery
beyond this
a space / time
where someone
quiet
sculptures in
line
or word
or
bark
on the earth
the sky
in the heart
and lives
in terms
of the depiction
(from the inside
out)
here
at least
the world
is given
form and motion
and the strange
colours
of beauty
and you can
loose yourself
here
in this place
of recollection
(before there was
reason to forget)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
addicted to indulgence
she's
addicted
to
indulgence
he said
of his
alcoholic
girl
indulgence
I think is
coloured
gold
and
magnificent
bountiful
and
abundant
it is a gift
always
sometimes
from
God
it must be
to love
everything
too much
can there be
a lacking
or
reason
to
deny?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
addicted
to
indulgence
he said
of his
alcoholic
girl
indulgence
I think is
coloured
gold
and
magnificent
bountiful
and
abundant
it is a gift
always
sometimes
from
God
it must be
to love
everything
too much
can there be
a lacking
or
reason
to
deny?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
where we begin
(to the memory of Najib Malfouz)
the first point is
the world is
without definition
(there is nothing
to fight for
or against)
this is the hardest lesson
and it is simply
to see
without speaking
(there was a beginning
before the word)
and so /
to your lover
do not hold
your children
are free to go
and each village
of the heart
or mind
and each continent
of knowledge
or faith
(and its absence)
pictures
of the unknowable
(we begin with everything
and nothing to be said)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the first point is
the world is
without definition
(there is nothing
to fight for
or against)
this is the hardest lesson
and it is simply
to see
without speaking
(there was a beginning
before the word)
and so /
to your lover
do not hold
your children
are free to go
and each village
of the heart
or mind
and each continent
of knowledge
or faith
(and its absence)
pictures
of the unknowable
(we begin with everything
and nothing to be said)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Orpheus reflects
the problem
of time
defeats any clear
statement
of who I am
so
words
cannot stand
apart
and this logic
to the heart
I can only think
in terms
of paint
broad strokes
parentheses
sweeping down
pure black
for beauty
style
truth
rainbows
for the world
brackets
are all I have
and inside
disappearing worlds
I created
as a young god
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
of time
defeats any clear
statement
of who I am
so
words
cannot stand
apart
and this logic
to the heart
I can only think
in terms
of paint
broad strokes
parentheses
sweeping down
pure black
for beauty
style
truth
rainbows
for the world
brackets
are all I have
and inside
disappearing worlds
I created
as a young god
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Friday 24 November 2006
metaphysics
(no state of affairs)
ruthless
the disregard of time
has no meaning
everything in the mix
everything is the mix
prediction
the child of anguish
a vanity of thought
(baseless)
the truth is horror
the only defence
illusion
a question of detachment
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
ruthless
the disregard of time
has no meaning
everything in the mix
everything is the mix
prediction
the child of anguish
a vanity of thought
(baseless)
the truth is horror
the only defence
illusion
a question of detachment
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the blind dog
man
operates
within
justice
is the idea
of
facility
how to be
and do
in relation
to
its basis
is practice
its foundation
(loose)
agreement
there are
no
guarantees
beware
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
operates
within
justice
is the idea
of
facility
how to be
and do
in relation
to
its basis
is practice
its foundation
(loose)
agreement
there are
no
guarantees
beware
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
we flow
beneath (the surface)
like fishes
above (the earth)
like birds
through (each other)
like spirits
we flow
the world is a hard
bodies /
(legs / arms)
objects
fashioned
everywhere
the furniture
of nature
watching
mountains
fields
streams
animals
passing by
we flow
in another place
that is here
before thought
behind
feeling
is the flowing
that cannot be
held
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
beneath (the surface)
like fishes
above (the earth)
like birds
through (each other)
like spirits
we flow
the world is a hard
bodies /
(legs / arms)
objects
fashioned
everywhere
the furniture
of nature
watching
mountains
fields
streams
animals
passing by
we flow
in another place
that is here
before thought
behind
feeling
is the flowing
that cannot be
held
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
and so
plain as
(what happens happens)
in the stars
in your
thoughts
there is no
hierarchy
in events
the illusion of knowledge
is the unsure god
the idol
grasped at
becomes
the fact
of separation
distinction
ontology
a theory of difference
we are led astray
in awareness
and its
assertion of
self
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
(what happens happens)
in the stars
in your
thoughts
there is no
hierarchy
in events
the illusion of knowledge
is the unsure god
the idol
grasped at
becomes
the fact
of separation
distinction
ontology
a theory of difference
we are led astray
in awareness
and its
assertion of
self
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
sketch
within
the framework
we never get
a fix on
delight / anguish
beneath
the surface
we are bound to
as
Prometheus
there is no substance
form
or
content
only the action
of light
point / wave
the best we can say
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
the framework
we never get
a fix on
delight / anguish
beneath
the surface
we are bound to
as
Prometheus
there is no substance
form
or
content
only the action
of light
point / wave
the best we can say
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
jack rabbit
the rabbit
in the suit coat
(too large)
has been forbidden
to visit the evil one
in the cave
(between 12.00 and
5.00 am)
he must get
written permission
to ring
the sick man
watches the rabbit
and thinks
he is a threat
to fantasy land
the sick man
would like to
lock the rabbit up
the rabbit
just wants to
hop about
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
in the suit coat
(too large)
has been forbidden
to visit the evil one
in the cave
(between 12.00 and
5.00 am)
he must get
written permission
to ring
the sick man
watches the rabbit
and thinks
he is a threat
to fantasy land
the sick man
would like to
lock the rabbit up
the rabbit
just wants to
hop about
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
veda
and thought
just another
animal function
the moon is mind
it reflects
ancient wisdom
straight up
in the beginning
was death
and death becomes
this is the only mantra
we have refused
the earth
its smell and texture
its appearance
to assert
dominance
when did illusion
appear?
and why
this fault line
in reality
how can a tree
not be a tree?
or dirt
seek
foundation?
the stars do not know
no above
no below
the ground is true
and this
to say nothing
the horse
standing in the field
by the road
eternity
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
just another
animal function
the moon is mind
it reflects
ancient wisdom
straight up
in the beginning
was death
and death becomes
this is the only mantra
we have refused
the earth
its smell and texture
its appearance
to assert
dominance
when did illusion
appear?
and why
this fault line
in reality
how can a tree
not be a tree?
or dirt
seek
foundation?
the stars do not know
no above
no below
the ground is true
and this
to say nothing
the horse
standing in the field
by the road
eternity
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
tractatus
I.
true action
is
negation of
possibility
I will do this
fixes
the world
sharp
II.
knowledge
is
the shadow
that asserts
itself
as light
III.
(there is no justification)
only what is held
the embrace of thought
the same river twice
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
true action
is
negation of
possibility
I will do this
fixes
the world
sharp
II.
knowledge
is
the shadow
that asserts
itself
as light
III.
(there is no justification)
only what is held
the embrace of thought
the same river twice
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
political economy II
wealth
is
increased production
increased consumption
necessitates
market expansion
requires
aggression
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
is
increased production
increased consumption
necessitates
market expansion
requires
aggression
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
political economy
the trick is
to create the need for
surplus consumption
entice to debt
(the trap is set)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
to create the need for
surplus consumption
entice to debt
(the trap is set)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
text
she is
on the corner
every night
inviting
discourse
negotiating
business
translation
possession
use
the takers come
and go
time does not exist
in delight
and need
no one cares
in the end
where
she came from
or where
she goes to
history
is just her walk
on the pavement
of desire
knowledge
pleasure
relief
the reach
the quest
the hunger
and to
the final truth
of no illusion
no fulfillment
despite
every embrace
every act
of love
or violence
there is nothing
but anguish
and its laugh
on the empty street
in the darkness
you have seen her
desperate
hands waving
at cars
calling out
to death
to take her
and in the morning
wasted
by the milk bar
unknown
to herself
you come upon her
dying
before your eyes
(and always
the question
where is her heart?)
when you see her
again
she is
the most beautiful
girl
in town
dancing naked
in the bar
you hear
stories of her
and know
they are stories
of stories
of stories
from everywhere
and nowhere
echoes
of a truth
yes
but not possible
to find
in her eyes
ageless
there are
no words
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
on the corner
every night
inviting
discourse
negotiating
business
translation
possession
use
the takers come
and go
time does not exist
in delight
and need
no one cares
in the end
where
she came from
or where
she goes to
history
is just her walk
on the pavement
of desire
knowledge
pleasure
relief
the reach
the quest
the hunger
and to
the final truth
of no illusion
no fulfillment
despite
every embrace
every act
of love
or violence
there is nothing
but anguish
and its laugh
on the empty street
in the darkness
you have seen her
desperate
hands waving
at cars
calling out
to death
to take her
and in the morning
wasted
by the milk bar
unknown
to herself
you come upon her
dying
before your eyes
(and always
the question
where is her heart?)
when you see her
again
she is
the most beautiful
girl
in town
dancing naked
in the bar
you hear
stories of her
and know
they are stories
of stories
of stories
from everywhere
and nowhere
echoes
of a truth
yes
but not possible
to find
in her eyes
ageless
there are
no words
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the news
it is not
an embarrassment
to the government
when the court
says
it has acted
illegally
if
no one knows
or
few know
but don't
care
is an issue
for
the ministry
of distraction
information
referred
to
the department
of imagery
truth
an issue
for
the task force
of
comedians
(c) greg. t.charlton. 2006.
an embarrassment
to the government
when the court
says
it has acted
illegally
if
no one knows
or
few know
but don't
care
is an issue
for
the ministry
of distraction
information
referred
to
the department
of imagery
truth
an issue
for
the task force
of
comedians
(c) greg. t.charlton. 2006.
reflection
forgive me
for only ever seeing
my desire
my blindness
has ravaged created
destroyed
you were there
at each moment of
madness
recognized
decried
celebrated
denied
(it is the colour of ordinary
the language
of walking past
unseen)
what losses
cannot be calibrated
gains?
the resurrection of the day
and so
to nothing
of course
we live only in delight
the display
and testament
the infinite complexity
of a beauty
once touched
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
for only ever seeing
my desire
my blindness
has ravaged created
destroyed
you were there
at each moment of
madness
recognized
decried
celebrated
denied
(it is the colour of ordinary
the language
of walking past
unseen)
what losses
cannot be calibrated
gains?
the resurrection of the day
and so
to nothing
of course
we live only in delight
the display
and testament
the infinite complexity
of a beauty
once touched
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
anxiety
the god
who comes through
the small door
without form or content
only a crackle
the sound of light
(nothing is changed)
everything white
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
who comes through
the small door
without form or content
only a crackle
the sound of light
(nothing is changed)
everything white
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the abandoned
I was told
to come here
I said to the little
bald-headed man
in the threadbare
blue serge
three piece suit
behind the old jeweller's
table
in the secret room
of tired wood
and files
his eyes looked up
in owl spectacles
cold black sharp
he said
a clear precise
voice
the music
of a blackbird
there is insanity
in these walls
the stone is infected
here
you can feel it
the further
you go out
into the city
you lose touch
it's the noise
that covers it
that is the reason
for noise
beyond
in the vault
there is only
the movement
of silence
in the absence
of light
you see the stars?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
to come here
I said to the little
bald-headed man
in the threadbare
blue serge
three piece suit
behind the old jeweller's
table
in the secret room
of tired wood
and files
his eyes looked up
in owl spectacles
cold black sharp
he said
a clear precise
voice
the music
of a blackbird
there is insanity
in these walls
the stone is infected
here
you can feel it
the further
you go out
into the city
you lose touch
it's the noise
that covers it
that is the reason
for noise
beyond
in the vault
there is only
the movement
of silence
in the absence
of light
you see the stars?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
Thursday 23 November 2006
stock report
a warning to
the designers
manufacturers
suppliers
and retailers
of fear
the market can only hold
so much
stock / expectation
before
a crash
today's tip:
invest in
anger management
close down
unprofitable
outlets
Afghanistan
Iraq
hold back on
expansion
i.e. Lebanon
renegotiate
franchises
Israel
UK
Colonel Sanders
Uzbekistan
Fox
avoid speculation:
Iran
space travel
Syria
democracy
forget futures
in short: divest
withdraw
you are bankrupt
anyhow
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the designers
manufacturers
suppliers
and retailers
of fear
the market can only hold
so much
stock / expectation
before
a crash
today's tip:
invest in
anger management
close down
unprofitable
outlets
Afghanistan
Iraq
hold back on
expansion
i.e. Lebanon
renegotiate
franchises
Israel
UK
Colonel Sanders
Uzbekistan
Fox
avoid speculation:
Iran
space travel
Syria
democracy
forget futures
in short: divest
withdraw
you are bankrupt
anyhow
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the tower of glass
in the tower
of glass
manipulators
preachers
skeletons
in Prada
the only question
on the table
before
the assembly
how to avoid
the truth
and maintain
the illusion
of power
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
of glass
manipulators
preachers
skeletons
in Prada
the only question
on the table
before
the assembly
how to avoid
the truth
and maintain
the illusion
of power
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the gift always given
to your eyes
I bring
a definition
undefined
always
a yearning
for what
I do not know
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
I bring
a definition
undefined
always
a yearning
for what
I do not know
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the ground is live
it's the way of men
to kill off
each other /
in a look
a harsh word
a flattery
(and restraint
only a question
of power
tanks rolling in
on scorched earth)
we are not
slaves
of morality
Friedrich
morality is
the stillborn child
of nature
lightning wind and passion
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
to kill off
each other /
in a look
a harsh word
a flattery
(and restraint
only a question
of power
tanks rolling in
on scorched earth)
we are not
slaves
of morality
Friedrich
morality is
the stillborn child
of nature
lightning wind and passion
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
the state of affairs
the state of affairs
is worse than you think
it always is
behind the imagery
is nothing
and the images?
you cannot make foundation
and any structure
the devil's delight
and if not for illusion
man could not bear
the horror of man
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
is worse than you think
it always is
behind the imagery
is nothing
and the images?
you cannot make foundation
and any structure
the devil's delight
and if not for illusion
man could not bear
the horror of man
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
the myth of history
the president walks into the reception
and even he cannot believe
the applause
there is no doubt in this room
decisions made
to continue mass murder
theft of nations
and the champagne flows freer
and all the eyes are diamonds
at first he did not understand
went with the flow
and quietly grieved
not the deaths or destruction
rather the loss of feeling
only now has he mastered this absence
how can you be responsible
for history?
and who is to say
the will of God
any god
will tell you
anything goes
and then
you are gone
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
and even he cannot believe
the applause
there is no doubt in this room
decisions made
to continue mass murder
theft of nations
and the champagne flows freer
and all the eyes are diamonds
at first he did not understand
went with the flow
and quietly grieved
not the deaths or destruction
rather the loss of feeling
only now has he mastered this absence
how can you be responsible
for history?
and who is to say
the will of God
any god
will tell you
anything goes
and then
you are gone
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
a place in the dirt
as if
possession
of space
is possible
(and against
the thwarting
of time)
we kill
for the illusion
in the name of
desire
necessity?
God
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
possession
of space
is possible
(and against
the thwarting
of time)
we kill
for the illusion
in the name of
desire
necessity?
God
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
deep in the west
I choose the pure blue sky
as my point of reference
for now
and wish it
forever
that strangeness in every
man
to want
the end of time
as if
there is a stillness
(we have never seen)
perhaps
the reason
of every act
to fix space
and thought to hold
the world
there is no illusion
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
as my point of reference
for now
and wish it
forever
that strangeness in every
man
to want
the end of time
as if
there is a stillness
(we have never seen)
perhaps
the reason
of every act
to fix space
and thought to hold
the world
there is no illusion
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
the colour the noise the space
laughter echoes in the lobby
of the abandoned hotel
time
joy
with no bearings
apart
lost in a darkness
there is nothing behind the image
the street the desert space
energy
the demiurge
without knowing
the moment from nowhere
entails nothing
no cause
desire
the anguish of need
to the desperate of reason
existence
no name
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
laughter echoes in the lobby
of the abandoned hotel
time
joy
with no bearings
apart
lost in a darkness
there is nothing behind the image
the street the desert space
energy
the demiurge
without knowing
the moment from nowhere
entails nothing
no cause
desire
the anguish of need
to the desperate of reason
existence
no name
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006
she steps into me
she steps
into me
she bows
her head
on my chest
my eyes
to the tangle
of beauty
my lips
to the truth
of touch
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
into me
she bows
her head
on my chest
my eyes
to the tangle
of beauty
my lips
to the truth
of touch
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
Edvard Munch Pt. 2
a picture
of existence?
in colours
bright or dark
forms
bound or free
to hold
the flow of being
a vanity
of gods
or the truth
of stone?
art is denial
beauty
is the scream
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
of existence?
in colours
bright or dark
forms
bound or free
to hold
the flow of being
a vanity
of gods
or the truth
of stone?
art is denial
beauty
is the scream
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
there is no loss
only the walking back
to the mountain
(behind the fields)
or to dig
into the depths
translucent
the levels of crystal
from light to light
.
all our affairs
the fracture
of emotion
(the clash
of colours
true)
the image
in the lake
(the possibility
of stillness)
a knowing
beyond movement
.
the ground
of sense
pristine
always
the endeavour
the place
untouched
.
in every heart
refuge
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
only the walking back
to the mountain
(behind the fields)
or to dig
into the depths
translucent
the levels of crystal
from light to light
.
all our affairs
the fracture
of emotion
(the clash
of colours
true)
the image
in the lake
(the possibility
of stillness)
a knowing
beyond movement
.
the ground
of sense
pristine
always
the endeavour
the place
untouched
.
in every heart
refuge
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2006.
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