Ode To Substack
While the Vibe is Still Good
I was a nomad bohemian poet in search of a new scene
Could no longer stomach the old social media monopoly kings
With all their negative algorithms, snark and barking trolls
A black hole of bad vibes - taking its toll on my soul
I came upon Substack when it first started
A nice place where writers could make some extra dough
Sounded good but I was not ready to commit
Put it on the shelf for a bit
After writing up a storm with books and blogs for years in NYC
I was ready to jump into the 'Stack full on - with a new, less is more Zen style attack
designed for the short attention span theater of modern mass media
Zip, Bang, Pow - floating like a butterfly and I sting like a bee
Nothing can stop me - I’m on fire, working with crystalized intelligence
Pushing the envelope of evolution through real time solutions
Higher consciousness is our only hope - suffering fools - I can no longer cope!
I raise my glass to you
- while the vibe is goodI pray we keep it that way - understood?
KEEPING QUIET
For once on the face of the earth
Let’s not speak in any language;
Let’s stop for one second
And not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic movement
Without rush, without engines.
We would all be together
In a sudden strangeness.
Fishermen in the cold sea
Would not harm whales,
And the man gathering salt
Would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars,
Wars with gas, wars with fire
Victories with no survivors
Would put on clean clothes
And walk about with their brothers
In the shade doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused
With total inactivity.
Life is what it is about.
I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded
About keeping our lives moving,
Perhaps a huge silence
Might interrupt this sadness
Of never understanding ourselves
And of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
As when everything seems dead
And later proves to be alive. Pablo Neruda
Hello sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields. Watch now how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
What I want in my life is to be dazzled- to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery; to believe that the imperfections are nothing- that the light is everything- that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossoms rising and fading. And I do! Mary Oliver