I think that language is a form of technology,
Poetry is a form of spiritual technology.
And that which is spiritual is limitless.
The Writing began with an intellectual awakening,
which occurred when I was taken out of the world of the prosaic.
What I call "the first poetic fruits" was...
I just started writing poetry
to the object of my desire.
The passion I felt was so compelling
that I couldn't not write these things.
I wasn't really considering her reaction,
or deliberately trying to seduce her,
but rather... Just... It was pouring out man.
I think maybe because I was so introverted
and contemplative by nature, it was like a star that enfolds to unfold.?.
But yes... I wrote them a whole lot.
(I never wrote anyone else love poems, as I never felt so inclined and I could never bring myself to be disingenuous.)
Then I sort of cast my attention on other subject matter,
seeing my conception of the potential of poetry expand, exponentially.
I sort of favored what I called "psychological landscapes",
as this seemed like a technology of advancement.
To me, advancement is a very important element
of this... Spiritual technology.
I always wanted to develop myself... To elevate myself.
I looked around, and just... Didn't want to be like "them".
I experienced depression and things of that nature.
(Which I have come to see as a perfectly reasonable reaction to the human condition.)
But I wanted to be... More than human.
And Poetry was a mechanism of transformation, in this regard.
I remember, around that time...
They put me in this AP class, with all the "smart kids".
I was quiet AF... And would just be dreaming,
either looking out the window or at my desk.
(I used to daydream quite a bit.)
But we had this poetry unit thing,
where everyone had to write a poem, and read the poem to the class.
(You could definitely tell every one was scared shitless to read.)
There were random numbers drawn;
mine ended up being the last number.
I wasn't really scared, honestly... I felt no fear.
Which is strange. You would think a quite MF would feel The Fear.
I just felt very present and aware...
Like hyper aware... Of everything. Which is why I can see it like a lucid dream.
But I just... Started reading.
And I could feel my fucking soul. And I knew that this was a product of all of my poetic activities and operations.
(Such as writing in this hard cover tome with a magical ally,
that we called the "cryptonomicon".)
But I read the thing. It was pin drop silence and seriousness,
a singularity of attention, which it was not for anyone else.
This was a very expansive energetic construct to interact with,
as you are projecting and absorbing, simultaneously.
After I finished reading... There was a brief silence.
People seemed stunned. Then they started clapping,
and the clapping became a standing ovation.
That shit was crazy man. Like a movie.
Like a fucking movie.
The Star Machine. The Machine of the Afar. The Poetry Machine.
The next day, people talked to me,
who never fucking talked to me.
And then I knew... The Power of Poetry.
That shit just doesn't happen.
We're interacting with some powerful stuff here.
And as life continued forth,
there were a number of moments where this realization expanded in scope.