A Secant Query

Between Tending and Organizing

Wherein focused attention is casting spells...

Between Tending and Organizing

What is this?

They say to take the pamphlet. Give it away, build a community. What kind of wind dispersal system are you? It's a single sheet of paper, folded into eigths. You can always throw it out. You look at the title:

How is a zine like a pumpkin?

Is this too much to ask? it could be propaganda, haxardous information. How sipping water makes you river. Erode social norms smoothing expectations down. What attention do norms need here?

Unit anger at one rich human for irresponsibility is high. Yet your sway over social norms is rich here: are you a wind dispersal system? Does reasonable have anything to do with this norm?

Pumpkin

Let you and earth be the only two people. Earth turns to you.

"Feels nice to find someone to talk to."

You, orbit of water dropleting around Earth, are in a sensitive place: what kind of listening is this? It's a single observation, in eight words. You can always forget the wording.

That to say: tongue presence, taste futures. Bitter ones. Sweet ones. (Most bittersweet.) Feed yourself futures. The sound of future listening becoming. Are we okay? Is your pain level aligning with what is actually happening?

Is this perspective? This future is yours. Eat it. Bite Earth's finger. Swallow that like a text. See all I've left you. See me (I'm the mist). Your eye ends what's the first thing not you? That's me - your not. You say I don't have access, and this is gone.

I'm here

You look to me and see. This is open and isn't mean. I end, and you start. You feeling - it's my art. You see me as the wind. Serving as, tending - giving you everything not me.

This story's stone precious. Every arc the world, every bolt that's dawn. Each touch ground, each arc forgetting. Beautiful splache ground air planet physics stares hard into. Chemistry.

Eye (midnight blue) meeting forest green. Spins makes world, passion, sing, crystal, wing, every spread step open special in special now, how to see. Tiny rods the world makes, forgets, brings. A generative forgetting potential nothing sees.

Sounds of passage in the grass we stop. Bring plants to tend. A nervous system there as here working land for plants (for plants) life that brings work from want. And find ground, and now (conversation).

See Me in the Data

See that leave me rice and you all I'm not. This roleplay, I am manomin (or: interested in your relationship with rice). Do you serve? Am I in a home, are you water tending as though I am electron, making us photosynthesis? Are we a plant cell?

Are we ever not?

Here, am I pollen on walls, taste tongue dissolves, into? Perfect lover, light on water, me and wants around, in life? Look for this moment every moment, taste what believing me is like.

I know what I'm doing. I am here to do this. Let me feed people. I want to. Do I not lift my head - made thanks in prayer, miss friends?

Want wilds, to not be moved, given a frame. This moment, your now, every look, hey, hi. This song. Coherent story, not panic shock. Cells between wounds, bleed, perspective, the place, serves me.

Organize Attention

The money (the food the money buys, the home the money gives, the care the money makes) all attention already. Simplify. Find common denomination - skills, attention patterns. Feed each other, your thoughts: gather them together.

Your local news outlet asks: how much do you pay (attention) per month? On care, to keep yourself alive {here). Pool that. Before it is food home, care, pills, lack of friends, time, drive.

the only thing worse than organized crime is organized money

– 1900s political figure

Is organized attention your friend group? Group breaks down goals into year projects, building with shared desire, no trust needed. Shared desire serves. Governments, running on trust, fell to groups running on desire. Organize attention around shared desire. Not organizing attention leaves governments to organize your attention for you.

You desire housing. You desire food. Desire more. Desire others. Not their attention, to share attention. You build worlds entirely your own. Take that worldbuilding and point it at your friends. Ten 90 minute blocks come free with every night's sleep. Tithe one to a friend's want.

Then What?

Keep tithing. Join a second group and give one of your blocks there. You've got ten blocks. Your world dies like any other plant cell. Everyone else's world will get over it. Worlds die all the time.

Give a block to local news. Write your normal; submit that. You make news less sensational. Print the paper out at your friend's fancy apartment with the free printer service. Hand it out to people. That's you. You tithe that.

Keep that block in the air: can we do the same tomorrow - talk it out. Switch your health to a provider tending a computer that never connects to the internet, fine-tuned on writings of the group on an open model designed to sound like your friends at their best.

Treat it like talking to trees. Share your wants, see if the outputs mention others wanting to do the same. Run monthly checks on what the group talked with the locally-run chat. Attention organized.

Questions, for the Flow