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Presence

I have been absent. This blog hasn’t had much of an update in some time, and I have no illusions that this is a bad thing.

Then again, I consider myself a writer—or at least I aspire to be a writer—and a substantial part of being an active, contributing artist in our modern society means having a presence.

Of course, that primarily means an internet presence. The flashy artists, the ones who show up in trendy magazines or are renowned in the lit scene, they live in big cities and can attend live events, buy drinks for fellow poets, or have a one night stand with that cute up-and-coming singer/songwriter. More than anything else they do, they show up.

More than anything else I do, I don’t show up.

I have a measly internet presence. Years ago, a woman wearing too much make-up laughed at me. How the fuck could I even be human if I didn’t have Facebook? It was a naïvely idealist view, at the time. Something I could roll my eyes at and dismiss. But since then, it has become more and more true.

Not that I feel any less human. In fact, in the past year of neglecting the internet—after too many years trying to coyly join in on the party—I feel more alive than I ever have. But then again, as the Millenials say (and let’s face it, Millenials will become the dominant force as Baby Boomers vegetate & die): if you did it but didn’t record it, did it happen at all?

None of it happened. Because life never happened. It is happening, or it is not. Anything besides what is currently happening is either memory or imagination. Life itself is an existential experience, a matter of the present—of being present—of presence—and there we are again, with that goddamn pejorative.

What really gets me about presence is Definition 1.1 in the Oxford Dictionary: “A person or thing that exists or is present in a place but is not seen.” That is essentially internet presence, although of course, with the narcissistic twist that the internet produces, this usage gets confused with 1.3: “The impressive manner or appearance of a person.”

The first definition speaks to something beyond the self, something beyond the senses. The second speaks to ego, the self, the senses. The way we interact with the internet is that: it’s beyond the senses, beyond the self, beyond the ego—and yet it engages the senses, the self, and the ego. It’s an empty egg, and we’re subsisting on an imagined yolk.

I prefer the first definition. I even take it to heart and let it expand: “A person or thing that exists or is present in a place but is not seen, heard, felt, smelled, or tasted.”

Then what is it?

I don’t know. Maybe that is what I am endeavoring to find out.

Get on It

As soon as I hear a beat, my heart skips, I get on it /

Don’t be obtuse, I’m so acute don’t even need chronic /

The sonic elation got me bombing radio stations /

Facing a blank age disappearing from this great nation /

No patience, so we bleed from our eyes onto kilobytes /

No one even knows what it’s like to spend a lonely night /

Unless the Wi-Fi is down, then we’re in trouble /

Suddenly silent in the town we built from a tech bubble bubble /

Attack the rubble, or at least whatever’s left /

We are one that’s split, like a lip that’s cleft /

But I know what’s left, and it can’t be liked /

A lightning strike, lighting up the day or night night /

Now don’t be a frightening, don’t hide behind a pop song’s lies /

Unplug, unwind, where your freak flag flies /

Do or do not don’t try, even if you don’t belong on it /

As soon as you hear a beat, open your heart, get on it…

 

As soon as I hear a groove I move, I can’t help it /

My body is the music, like dropping E, you know you felt it /

Unsheltered, nude before the evil-lasting eye /

I see you in front of I, these rules are hard to abide by /

So crunch it, eat it for lunch if you don’t have time to lose /

Burn with the fire inside, consumed by the groove /

My dog can sense it too, I know you got a bright side /

Let’s see it for once & a while…at least you can try /

Believe it or not there’s kids inside, so let them out /

You locked them up yourself when you gave in to doubt /

With no clout, just trust in clouds & four leaf clovers /

Following stars with your head below ground like a gopher /

Now easy over homie, don’t crack up on me /

I only got one moment to prove I’m not a phony /

Got a mind full of dreams, I’m pretty set on it /

That’s why when I hear a beat I let go & get on it …

 

Dig it in vibes & such:

‘Get On It’

myztic

UXOs (2015)

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