Between Reminder and Remainder
Wherein what I bring to life serves...
Between Reminder and Remainder
🎶 Hideaway - Karen O
Occasion Ally
Not that "buddy system" is unfit. As words go, buddy system is fine. People exist, buddies exists. Peoples system, buddies system.
Only, occasions are people systems (in places); occasions are buddy systems (in outings). So I'm left to wonder, why hold what doesn't serve (buddy systems are not immediately soluable)?
Benediction: thank you, buddy system. May you dissolve into decay in radiance, make a home for us there, and find that a peace filled with meetings and joys this side has yet to compose, to have (to lose). You serve.
Thank G-d.
— Buddy System, last words
The phrase still finds uses: cops still arrive in swills of patrol vehicles. Fascists two-by-two their stick-frame nuclear peduncle evermore, all else spent fuel, to them. Liberals still rely on fascism existing for an identity, live shameful and afraid as a last stand that arrives only when the only elements left are the fascist hydrogen and the liberal helium.
Oh the Incuriosity
Believing one has never held a breath - that a third space is neither created nor destroyed, but is permitted notice regardless:
hold it.
When we hold our breath, we are usually busy, terrified out of our shorts to notice. Or in shock. Who's out here taking a sharp breath; And then saying to themself:
and-now-my-low-
vO2-max-is-
compensated-
enough-for-me-to-
relegate-the-
apparatus-in-my-
breathing-structure-
to-process-the-
wonder-of-the-event-
before-me-and-
handwrite-it-into-
memory.
(Also, if this is
you, call me. I
want your breath.)
What Occasion ally might mean is might offer the space buddy system lives on (in another context) is: shame spiral our waterwheel-society runs on advanced so thoroughly into a loneliness epidemic and a fascist regime through its own heat waste, the news the pigs are in your home (just like you predicted) is so shallow a victory so right; they got in.
Your way of life does end. Their getting in is (not) the end of the world; in every breath, every[ ]here, even that one (this, too). However long you hold this breath, know: mine too. I held mine, too. Occasion ally.
Deep Inhale
Thrilling (possibly not as thrilling for you, you weren't hunt-and-pecking with your thumbs with window glare popping in and out of view). Do you see the neighbor's compost bins I'm pointing out (are you saying you're not here)? What I'm really inviting is: you - happen here; pretend to hug me until I get here. I show up, it's an occasion. Or I don't.
My arrival was never the point. Always about your quality of attention to my presence.
Occurance a good ally?
Babe (can I call you Occurance), our colliding together - this molten, co-mortalation reception and release fuck over here (or horizon of your discovering else) is happening, is event. Perhaps what you need: is help showing up.
Hope This Helps
Are you listening:
You touched a surface this morning, what did its texture (give, grain...) say to you?
Does the color of today need a word that isn't a color?
Is the nearest water to your feet behind glass, metal, pressure...?
What are you protecting (what sounds are you hoping to not hear today)?
What season are your feet in a month ago they aren't in now?
Would you believe your finger paints into existence the next thing it traces (rim, edge...)?
Would you hold a five-minute window to another time open with me (which)?
Look at something long enough for it to become strange (is a gaze a held breath)?
What didn't happen that still did something (what help did this invite)?