Spectrums of Life
Be self-aware
neurodivergence
just standard deviations
spectrum of no norms
my normal your abnormal
accept human diversions
there’s no black nor white
all colors and opinions
in between the poles
see the similarities
in all of our differences
if not, go fuck off
enjoy your earthly silos
bunch of cunts, all you
Christopher D. Congleton, PhD’s brilliant essay,
inspired my poem. Thank you, Christopher, for the meaningful engagement starting in my recent post,
The last three lines, chalk up to box wine, and as an ode to Saint Nancy.
I have written much about life and spectrums.
This poem had the same feature image, and Nancy, you’ve yet to dive in, and the first stanza is ekphrastic:
(free link for non-members)
What is color? I used to think that white is all color as it reflects all wavelengths, and black is no color as it absorbs all light. Those are true. Yet it is also true that black is all colors, as when one combines all colors of paint, black results. To us, color is what our brains tell us we see based on the wavelengths of light reflected by the surface and detected by the receptors in our retinas. To another species, earthly or extra-terrestrial, the colors we perceive in an object may look entirely different. Yet, is it different? The lenses through which we observe various matters, both tangible and intangible, color our perspectives. (See my Of Lenses, A poem on differing perspectives).
When a person is color blind, does the object or person observed have color? Does color matter, or is it just a label, and labels limit and obscure the true essence? Do labels describe or create false narratives of superiority designed to maintain power structures? Is racism about race or the few rich fearing the strength of a united poor?
That’s from this largely unspelunked 18-month old cave:
Then there’s this rainbow of rabbit holes:
I’ll leave you with this 55-line poem with, “Oh what is this madman across the water professing?
Freedom!!”
The acrostic therein is, “Guardian Angels Only Protect Convergence Of Free Will and Death.”
In Rama I create, with soul energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,
I lied. I knew there was at least one more in the back of my mind:
Individual
Member of society
Nonconformists us
String unique pearls together
Beautiful necklace of lifeBinary thinking
Polarity consciousness
Scourge of our species
Surf wavelengths between the poles
Coherence in the rainbow
Those are two of the six stanzas in my Nonconformists Are Not Rebels
But we are evolutionaries (free link here)
