Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Bi-Location

Any physics student worth his salt knows about the limits of observation, as regards subatomic particles. It's impossible to know the exact location of a particle and know its precise direction of movement at the same time. The more accurately one property is known, the less possible is it to accurately know the other. To do so would require one to be both object and observer. It would require "bi-location."

I first encountered the term when I was a student of remote viewing, also known as "far-seeing." (Which essentiallly implies that one may project one's awareness to a different "time/place" by accessing resources outside the parameters of Newtonian physics.) I subsequently (and, unfortunately, rather erroneously) attempted to describe the phenomena to others as a sense of "being in two places at the same time."

Bilocation, for me, is experienced in endeavors to juggle artistic talent with technical skills, like managing my web site and also continuing to compose verse. Which fragments into its own subcategories because, as a writer; my objective might be to compose a poem, editorial essay, friendly profile or even a component to a novel.

When I first started writing "poetry" I never considered myself a poet. "Spoken word artist," I would correct my friend Hosea when he would introduce me. Later, I amended that title to "rhyming philosopher," but I was loathe to accept the "poet" mantle. At the time, to me, poetry was an exercise in expressing or sharing emotion while spoken word was transmission of thoughts and ideas , and therefore far more to my liking.

However, there are times when I write nothing but poetry - the real stuff. And that's when my heart is in it. I write poetry when I'm falling in love and when I'm crashing clumsily out of it. I have at least a dozen poems to the lady who (if she chooses) lays current claim to my heart and loyalties, but she has seen fewer than half of that work, while others I have been so bold as to publish. (And it would be her humble nature to look, and believe I refer to her in the worst of those poems, but she would be wrong!)

Okay, so to make a long story short, when I'm feeling that heart stuff I can't really write about anything else and it's worse the more confused I am about either what I feel or why I feel it. I lose my ability to Bilocate, a trait too closely linked to Mind to function well when one is in an intense emotional state. I guess that's why I'm writing this now, because I have to somehow regurgitate the heaviness before I can return to depth.

The difference is that 'heavy' is like that Tim O'Leary LSD shit and that 'deep' is like that John Coltrane smoke-filled cabaret shit. Right now, my Yin has me more heavy than deep and I can hardly stand myself. I don't like heavy. Naw, not at all...

And if this stuff makes sense to you, chances are you're as screwed up as I'm am. So let's drink to it - bottoms up!

I recommend something strong.