Death Like Me

[rowens]

Death Like Me

                  for Nona


Pan is an afterlife, Shiva is no afterlife,
Pan is an afterlife and no afterlife, Shiva is no afterlife and an afterlife,
Pan is Pan, Shiva is Shiva, Pan is Shiva,
I is Shiva and Pan.

The electricity between the cells 
is the ghost.
These are words. Imagination.

I am here, a stratum of energy.
Dead, the energy I am is here.
I am a continuity of strata.
Death doesn't exist for me.

I remain the strata
or the strata is energy in general.

These are words, ideas,
and Death is a myth
like me.

[dukealien]

I'd say the *pattern* of electricity between the cells is the ghost, but that's just I.

A tried truism is that there are no minds without bodies (variant of the prisoner's "everybody's got to be somewhere") but the "body" could be a pattern in electric currents. Or water, or air, anything that can be organized even momentarily. The ghost is in the machine, but the ghost is not the machine and the machine is not the ghost.

Yet death is not exactly a co-equal myth, for the active spirit can't actually comprehend it - being the one thing it is not. The end of all songs is silence, though it can be argued that silence is never complete.

I nicely argued poem.

[rowens]

When you said that the ghost is in the machine,
what does ghost and also machine mean?
And and also
cuz words and sounds


The active spirit can't comprehend, that's right, or correct;
the active spirit, if that is you or I can.


What is Mind, and what are minds>?


I have a friend who lives about three miles from here. He is obsessed with Ghostbusters, and he has a shed in his backyard. And has said, for the past six or so years that he is going to make me a Helm that Morpheus wears in The Sandman comic from the '80s.
He now has this computer printout thing, and printed out his son's Hallowe'en costumes the last few years.
They made a show of The Sandman on Netflix a few years ago, and he said that he found a model of the Sandman Helmet to make for me.


He used to be out in his shed, and in the shed at the place he lived 20 years ago, making Ghostbuster props. He tore down and rebuilt a car, and made it the Ghostbusters car, and got pulled over and ticketed for driving a fictional vehicle, this really happened.


What I'm saying is, the dark night cold warm woodstove sheds where he made these things, before he now simply prints them out of his computer printer and paints them:


there was a nice feeling about that.