SLIP AND SLIDE

This is a beautiful piece and well written, maybe one of your best pieces but time will tell, Yours Ian.T

"I am because I have been." Absolutely awesome line. On some seamless dimension of life, we're already gone, just becoming... Love ~ Anna

Longo says: "I am because I have been." I say: "On some seamless dimension we are already gone, just becoming." he slips, slides his gaze pierces right through the vortex that is poetry, we are aliens here, illogical conclusions experimental aberrations abducted from Earth's Mothership, ride the high tides of being, surf life's subtle casualities washed ashore, drowned in awareness, fast-forwarding our made-to-order self-destruct programming ebbing, flowing, we have no choice but to be, slip sliding away with the fire in our eyes. ~A http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?p=51993#51993 My invitation to you to join Poetry Chaikhana.

i love you Longo. ~A

"I am because I have been" ...and you know you have been because you are, and because you write and can see and read that you have been, and in all of those who have met you they know that you are, and will know that you have been. It is different for those who aren't even if they are, they follow routines and never stop to think about life or whether they are living, they loose the dimension that we have, we who play with words and thereby play with theories of existence and come to certain conclusions that have to be re-thought many times, no time do they have an absolute answer, there is no absolute answer. Nothing is absolute, we are not absolute only a group of cells that have 'decided' to go along together making us what we are, and what are we anyway? Sometimes we feel what we are, other times we see what we are and occasionally we understand what we are, but who really understands who we are, suddenly we are defined from the outside as this or that, then something profound happens to us and we are totally changed, we thought all along we were what we were, but we weren't, and now we think really hard and find ourselves in a strange vortex, as you say Anna, in an indefinable way we exist, and existing we are until we are not. The memory of us will last the one generation after us, perhaps, then we are as Longo says history, and probably are of very little importance in the scheme of things, fashions change with words, ideas and we are there at the beginning of new ideas, ever evolving nature changing and ever evolving for ever. How glad I am that I am now and can live in the now of life, maybe we poets are closer to BEING than anyone else, I feel so! Have I written a lot of words my Longobardolino? Love as aye Annuccia I suddenly thought I sounded a little like the old sage ( Not comparing!!!):- Chuang Tsu:- ( Inner Chapters-Gia-Fu feng & Jane English, london 1974) Perfect is the man who knows what comes from heaven and what comes from man. Knowing what comes from heaven, he is in tune with heaven. Knowing what comes from man, he uses his knowledge of the known to develop his knowledge of the unknown and enjoys the fullness of life until his natural death. This is the perfection of knowledge. However there is one difficulty. Knowledge must be based upon something, but one is not certain what this may be. How indeed, do I know that what I call heaven is not actually man, and that what I call man is not actually heaven? First, there must be a true man; then there can be true knowledge.

one of a most amazing poems and the following comments excellent im at the busy busy busy mall Elongated weekend here for Canajuns my back is killing me this stool lots of stuff gotta get water and head home soon main computer kid has taken over so Im here I was so suprised to come here and read this great poem amusing as hell