Planet 10 Meanderings

  I once thought maybe you loved me But I now know that to be untrue. I walk among the moonbeams, Confiding to Selene My best kept secrets. I reflect on that gossamer thread You use to stay connected to me Thin and delicate, Easy to sever and dissolve. Your canards may be spoken To soothe your sense of remembrance, Reassure your conscience That you are still available When the genuine veracity Is that my presence has long been forsaken For other pathways and diversions I recall your avatar fondly But realize that the night is no place For the day’s eyes to persist Those hide amongst Selene’s radiance As you have secreted yourself from my realm Any argument that the brief incursions you deign to bestow Demonstrate a willingness to resume what had been Are purely mythological, at best. It is in action we discern the veracity of intention, Or by lack of action, an aim is revealed. © Ivar G. Anderson June 1, 2022

I Apologies to Bernie and Elton, but hoping you don’t mind  My intentions to explain how wonderful life was when you were in my world  I am not a roof sitter, nor is there any moss growing here for me to abuse,  But I will confess A bit of ire arising as I pen these words;  Inessential expressions to be misunderstood  By most and many, yet digressions that pull themselves free  To find the paper of temporary transport.  It is not that we have so short a time to live, but that we waste much of it;  Still, I bear the burden of realizing you are all the things I must remember  Even as you shy away, drift ever further off  The thoughtful imaging of an Elvis triggers questions  And understanding that I know it isn’t me  That engenders those previous expressed ideals.  The occasional lament of “distance”  Seems to smack of self-delusion  After all, whose decision was the impetus?  The creating of the non-us? ...

  Freedom Paean   Sincere sentiments Treated with distrust or doubt Heartfelt expressions Ignored or at best breezily address with minimal allusion Not full contempt, merely indifference The investment yields no return And therefore, demands withdrawal Cast off and set free upon the open waters Time to drift onward and allow the paths to diverge Come to terms with futile longing for a return of expressed attention An idea submitted time and again, futile denial now terminates And the journey of discovery proceeds apace. You may have said it first, But I am destined to say it last. April 3, 2022 © Ivar G. Anderson

I Said It Last   Those terms of endearment  Once so freely spoken  Ended one cold winter night  As a unilateral determination  That these ideas and words should no longer be spoken   Trouble was, the feelings did not cease  Not immediately, not currently  Perhaps you spoke them first  Alas, I say them last  September 12, 2021  ©Ivar G. Anderson

September 12, 2021 Got some things to ponder over these days. So...gonna be posting some of the thoughts that I have committed to paper or digital form as I find them in the detritus of my USB drive. Be prepared for none of it to make much sense. But since this blog is rarely frequented (even by me), not exactly a burning issue, now, is it?

I can recommend this article. I was told about Stoicism recently after I spoke at a gathering, telling a crowd that my existential philosphy had been discarded along with my former drunken alchololic lifestyle. I am now searching out a copy of the Meditations that Poet Emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote long ago. Here is a brief entry into that train of thought, for a start, though. Darius Foroux: Marcus Aurelius-3 rules for life

‘Hypersanity’ is not a common or accepted term. But neither did I make it up. I first came across the concept while training in psychiatry, in The Politics of Experience and the Bird of Paradise (1967) by R D Laing. In this book, the Scottish psychiatrist presented ‘madness’ as a voyage of discovery that could open out onto a free state of higher consciousness, or hypersanity. For Laing, the descent into madness could lead to a reckoning, to an awakening, to ‘break-through’ rather than ‘breakdown’. A few months later, I read C G Jung’s autobiography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections (1962), which provided a vivid case in point. In 1913, on the eve of the Great War, Jung broke off his close friendship with Sigmund Freud, and spent the next few years in a troubled state of mind that led him to a ‘confrontation with the unconscious’. As Europe tore itself apart, Jung gained first-hand experience of psychotic material in which he found ‘the matrix of a mythopoeic imagination which has ...

Happiness is an ephemeral thing.  I was recently told, "It's me, not you," and while that is a terribly trite phrase, I fear in this situation, it applies. That was from something I meant to post earlier, much earlier. I fear that I have deeper problems than making people tell me that it is not me that is causing the problem. I am fairly certain that it is me, only me, that poisons relationships. Got to work on that. I frequently think about a line from an Elvis Costello song that goes:  "Sometimes I almost feel just like a human being." Sometimes I truly do, other times it all seems so odd to be here, alone and with many who are part of my life. A dilemma that I ponder on a daily basis. If I follow through on the "Stepping Out" process that my cousin (Sylvia) Carol explained to me recently-actually, I had already decided on this course, just did not have a cool name for it-I will miss certain things, I realized. Amongst the things that I would ...

Pray in the dark night that the magic will emerge Dance in the moonlight Open your heart to the light Talisman-bright and shiny Carry me onward by grace of your being Familiar companion, afford me your shielding asylum Tread this path together with me Faith departed Then cold rain fell from the heavens Soaked and shivering, we huddle, dissolute and dissipated Feeling abandoned alone Remember: Pray in the dark night that the magic will reemerge Dance in the moonlight Open your heart to the light I falter Listening for the call of the soul Guide me to your embrace That I may discover purity and peace Once known but now rebuffed Pray in the dark night that the magic will reemerge Dance in the moonlight Open your heart to the light