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Nielsby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, November 15, 2009 at 11:28pm

"Contradictions are complementary,"said the scientist Niels Bohr.And on this very subjecthe said so very much more,like, "How wonderful it isthat we have met a paradox."Niels took such great pleasurein thinking outside the box."A great truth is a statementthat is as true as its opposite,"

he courageously declared.No one else dared posit it.When his agitated opponentswould put up a royal stink,he said, "We are in much greateragreement than you think."His conclusion from experimentswhere precision reigned A to Z -"When it comes to atoms, languagecan only be used as in poetry."A philosopher among scientists,Copenhagen was his school.Niels Bohr was not a bore.Niels Bohr was not a fool.

Out of a Jobby Daniel Cooper Clark on Tuesday, November 17, 2009 at 7:05am

i'm out of a jobmy employer said so longgotta stop my sobbinmight as well mow the lawnunemployment benefitsall run outno more on the dolei don't even countdoes the darkest night



come just before the dawn

Today

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I'm going to live forever,because I only live for today.Everything's getting better,because I let it be that way.

Bring You Blissby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, November 29, 2009 at 7:42pm

Bless the morning -bless the day -bless the peopleon their way.Every day andevery week -may you find thelove you seek.Every month andevery year -

may you see andmay you hearsights and sounds thatbring you bliss.God is givingyou a kiss.

The MusicBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, December 2, 2009

If I see the mechanicsof infinity,but don't hear the music,it's no use to me.



Leapfrog Aroundby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 7:14am

I was awakened bythe barking of the birds,

the ding-dong of the dogs,the chattering of the church bells,the smashing of the squirrels,the roar of the rocks,the twittering of the trucks.

The Nameby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 7:17am

A Name To Whisper,A Name To Whisper -Whisper, Whisper,The Name, The Name.A Name With Drama!A Name With Drama!Drama! Drama!The Name! The Name!

Weird and Wonderfulby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 7:19am

it feels so weirdto feel so wonderfulwhy did i fearthat you had come to pullme downinto despaircuz nowi'm in the air

high up abovethe ordinary worldflying in lovewith my sails unfurledweird and wonderful



The Usual PicturesBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Babies and kittens and sunsetsare the usual pictures that one gets

by email or Facebook or Twitter.If Aunt Flo sends me mo' I'll omit her!

PanjoyBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, December 2, 2009

This morning I woke up out of a dream with a new word - PANJOY - universalhappiness.

Dualityby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 7:29am

If matter is spiritand spirit is matter,then fatter is thinnerand thinner is fatter,down is up andup is down,

round is square andsquare is round,hot is cold andcold is hot,nothing is everything andeverything's naught.If we deny duality,we ruin all reality.

MikeyBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, December 2, 2009

MEIKKIEMantra: Everything Is Krishna - Krishna Is Everything



Im a Foolby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 8:54pm

Im a foolcuz my wife says so

Im a fooland she ought to knowshe sees my doin stupid things mostevery dayand when Im doin nuthin Im justin the wayso exceptin the exceptionsthat only prove the ruleIm a fool

Havenby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 8:57pm

You can have your LondonYou can have New YorkI'll take SebastianWhere I live and workYou can have your trafficYou can have your noiseI'll take Sebastian

My haven of joys

Delirious Extravagancesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 2, 2009 at 9:04pm

it ends in a pitof repulsive disgustwhen I gladly submitto my impulse of lust

I drive to extremesin my quest for the crownI'm swimming upstreambut it carries me down



Serving Youby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 8:19am

If I could remember everything,I would surely be the king

of the universe.If I could accomplish every task,so no one would ever have to ask,I could do much worse.If I could never make a mistake -but I don't have the skill that would take -so I'll keep on living while I concentrateon serving you.

Toilet Trainingby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 8:28am

The retention of stoolsis a social behaviorimposed on the sensual body.Don't look like a fool!Don't lose Father's favor!Hold them in 'til you sit on the potty!

Someone Elseby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 8:38am

I keep repeating my old pointless gameIt's all my own but stupid just the sameIf that's the best I can do by myself I'd better get some help from someone else

I will not trouble you with all my woesI've got some dreary stories goodness knows

And though some others dragged me down to hellI will not blame a thing on someone else

My guilty pleasures are my favorite foodBut what I'm chewing is already chewedMy journal sits alone on my bookshelf I've got to read a book by someone else



You wouldn't think I'd do this any moreIt gives me pleasure but it's such a borePerpetuating something I once feltAs if it's from the life of someone else

Oh I might be the world's biggest foolI'm going nowhere stubborn as a muleBefore the ringing of the old death knellI'd better change into a someone else

Oh yes I need a new identityWith understanding of InfinityAnd if I let me be a better self Then maybe I can help someone else

Country Girlby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, December 3, 2009 at 1:20pm

A dream:

I'm on a train somewhere between New York and Philadelphia. Or perhaps it's asubway. I become aware of a person sitting in the seat to my right. I think it's a girl ora young woman. There's an atmosphere of purity about her. I feel shy. I don't feelright about looking at her, as if she's too sacred. She's singing something softly. Amongthe words I can hear "Krishna, Krishna." Her voice is bell-like and clear. Then, more

loudly and very distinctly, she sings "Vishnu Bhakti." It fills my ears, my brain, mysoul. The train stops. She gets up. I'm looking down and see her bare feet. Clinging tothe soles of her feet there's dirt, but not city dirt - good earth, as if she'd beenwalking along a forest path. She's a country girl.

Dear Swamijiby Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, December 14, 2009 at 11:32pm

Dear Swamiji:

This morning as I walked by the Christmas tree in our house, I found myself making alittle bow with my hands in a prayerful position. Is this acceptable in your tradition?

Dear Daniel:Yes, it is very nice. But why you are not bowing down to all trees?



A Book of Facesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, December 14, 2009 at 11:48pm

I can't hold it back any longer -the total expression of the life force of the self out into the world -

united at last -the inside becomes outside with all other inside-outsides -complete oneness with everything -the absolute freedom of transmission and reception of energies -no more secrets -"A yogi has no private life" -the continuous interchange among multiplicities in one network of ecstasies.

My Body

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, December 16, 2009

My body is not my enemy.But if I am my enemy,my body is a battlefield.And if I am my friend,my body is an instrument of peace.

so wonderful

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, January 1, 2010

it is so wuhh-nderfulto bring haaa-ppinessto ehhh-veryoneoh yehh-s

Vaishnava Goldby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, January 3, 2010 at 9:46pm

For me, the literature of Vaishnavism is like a gold mine.From it we can extract the most precious substance.The nuggets in Sanskrit and Bengali have great value.But by themselves they're museum pieces, kept in aglass case, or in a secure box. To have a life in myworld, they must be translated, as gold nuggets aremade into gold ingots with comprehensible amounts



of value. Still, that is not enough. The ingots are stillsitting inert, apart from my life as I live it. I want thegold to enrich my daily experience. So it must befashioned further, into things of beauty - jewelry, orstatuary, or perhaps gold leaf to enhance the beauty

of furniture or other objects. The raw material must bemade into works of art. The wealth of the past must beminted as coins of our present realm. The reworking of the gold does not change the gold itself. It is still asubstance of great worth. In fact, the reworking of themetal makes it more valuable. It has gained both inbeauty and utility. Its external shape has been altered,but its true internal composition remains the same.The Vaishnavism of the present day may not bear anyimmediate resemblance to the Vaishnavism of long ago.But show it to expert assayers. They will pronounce it

one and the same in substance - Vaishnava Gold.

Emilia JaponicaBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The only reason -we have these eyes - to see the -sights of Paradise -

Willy and the Fairie Queenby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, March 25, 2010 at 7:37am

Willy Nilly's gazingup into the sky,when he sees the Fairie Queendescending so close by.She walks to Willy grandly,holding in her hand

a tender little flowerin a golden bowl of sand."Willy Nilly," she says,"Do you have the willto put this tender flowerupon your window sill,and give it fresh spring water,a little every day?"



Willy Nilly does it.Then he hears the flower say,"Hear me Willy Nilly,fall under my spell.Look at all my colors.

Sniff my fragrant smell.I love you, Willy Nilly.I love you oh so true.Kiss my velvet petals,and you will love me too.Join with me, my Willy.We'll have a flower child,a multicolored damsel,half human, growing wild.Animal and plant she'll be,a mythological mix.

You and I will save the worldwith our genetic tricks.""Oh my lovely flower,"Willy Nilly says,"Your intoxicating wordshave gone right to my head.I'll marry you my dear,in the church this afternoon.And then we can make loveunderneath the moon."They populate the Earth

with a wonderful new breed,the Hybrid Kingdom people,growing like a weed.All disputations vanish.All weapons rust away.Peace and love and harmonyhave finally won the day.So this is how the worldbecomes a better place,with leafy flower people,a blooming human race.

Green stems are a-swayingabove dancing, prancing roots,because the Fairie Queenputs Willy to good use.The moral of this fable is,amalgamation's good,whether it be physicalor merely understood.



Appreciate this fact of Life:we are all next of kin.All living forms are Consciousnessno matter what the skin.

Hate Me As I Walk To My Death!by Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, April 11, 2010 at 10:07pm

I've been wrong all these years -made deception my career.It confirms my darkest fearsthat I'm a fool.I've made it look like I'm all right,and kept the truth just out of sight,

serving up gemutlichkeitlike Mr. Cool.Oh, I've been slier than a fox,hid my secrets in a box,secured with demon locks,encased in lead.But - I've been outed! I'm a liar.So before my sins mount higher,construct my funeral pyre.I'm better dead.

Sweetby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, April 11, 2010 at 11:33pm

Having tastedloving serviceof Lord Krishna'slotus feet,there is nothingthat will swerve us.

There is nothinghalf as sweet.



Promo for Plan of the Insightful J71by Daniel Cooper Clark on Tuesday, April 13, 2010 at 11:24am

We're living in the world of the future,and my dear you couldn't be any cuter

in our personal rocket transport,going to the Moon for low-gravity sports -while back home the robots are housekeeping,and the children are peacefully sleeping,getting programmed with DreamTeacher's knowledge.At age ten they'll be going to college!We've worked hard to achieve this control.They say that people used to grow old!Now our bodies are perpetually youthful,until our employment is no longer usefulto the evolving Plan of the Insightful,

and it's our turn to get recycled.Oh what joy, as our parts are redeemedto build a bigger and better Machine!

Jeweled Treesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, April 18, 2010 at 9:20pm

On the shore edge of Actuality,

by the deep ocean of Potentiality,beyond what any one of us can see,is the secret place of She and He,where they keep their lovea mystery,even out of range of Spirituality,though nothing is above

Spirituality,where they give us their lovecompassionately,playing delightful games of such ecstasy,in a riverside forest of jeweled trees.



Nice Thoughts and Noble Idealsby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 8:04am

Nice thoughts and noble ideals flow through my fingers to the page. But who can livea perfect life? Not me, not now. Anyway it's a good thing I can't be perfect. The

impurities, bless them, humble the arrogant spiritualist. As my life snakes around, itmust follow maps that contradict the design of my private utopia. Still, my beliefsstand firm. They're the destination, no matter how many detours I take. Somewhere,sometime, I will live that way. You can't take that away from me.

In my present practice, this is how I mix the ideal and the real: by minimizing theharmful, maximizing the helpful, and making a lot of mistakes along the way. I dowant my daily life, despite its clumsiness, to be the substance of my philosophy. Ioffer my idealistic words merely as supporting evidence - testimony about themeaning of my life as a whole. In the end, whatever theory or philosophy I advancehas no independent worth. The value resides in my actions.

The Lovely Saintby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, May 13, 2010 at 6:15pm

"Don't look at my face," she said."My face is too pretty and if you look at ityou will not want to see the face of God."But I was already looking at her faceand I couldn't stop.

"Don't hold my hand," she said."My hand is too graceful and if you hold ityou will not want God to take your hand."But I was already holding her handand I couldn't stop.

"Don't kiss my cheek," she said."My cheek is too rosy and if you kiss ityou will not want to taste the sweetness of God's love."But I was already kissing her cheek

and I couldn't stop.

She was a saint,always talking of God,so that I knew no difference between her and God,and felt that my love for her was my only chance for salvation,and I couldn't stop.



The Coreby Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, May 17, 2010 at 9:54am

Concerning intoxicants, Prabhupad said, "We havegot the come-down tendency." What goes up must

come down. Action and reaction. How to go beyondthat? After all, we must have our ecstasies. Consider this.The core of any specific material ecstasy is a specificspiritual ecstasy. I can discover that spiritual coreby probing deep into the material ecstasy while inthe midst of feeling it. Not while pondering it before orafter, but while deep into it. That's where the core is.It's no good to deny it or reject it or suppress it.I'm doing it, I have been doing it, I must face it.I have to accept it and get into the core of it.It may seem at first that the core is nothing other than

delusion. But ultimately the spiritual heart can be found.Yes, this requires the proper intention anddiscipline, but it can be done. There is a definitespiritual realization/experience corresponding to thefeatures of the material ecstasy, whatever the typeof intoxication, whether it's drugs or liquor or sex ormoney or power. For me, the core reveals itself aswords that I repeat later in the form of a mantra, tokeep the realization and the experience alive. I'm notnecessarily talking about a traditional mantra. It maybe something unique to my life situation, that doesn't

apply to someone else. It's personal. But the process isuniversal. When I identify and later repeat the spiritualecstasy, then I don't have to repeat the material ecstasy.I don't have to come down.

Maybe In The Darkby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, May 27, 2010 at 7:33pm

I accumulate money,

and generate thoughts.But I haven't the cunningto transcend what rots.My tangible bodyis made up of time,out of atoms revolvingin samsaric decline.I possess a body,



but who is it who's me?May I ask who is calling?Just the wind in the trees?I'll try to look, with my eyes closed.Maybe, in the dark, it glows.

Openby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 11:02pm

Music and artopen your heart,hearing and seeinginto your being.Swim in your dreams!

Follow their streamsuntil they openinto the ocean.

I Forgive Youby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 7:53am

driving up I-5 from Tijuanain the old Mazda Rotary 12A

my new ex-wife and I did what we wanteduntied the knot and we were really feeling great

had a good time shopping south of the borderwithout any of our marital strifereal quick the divorce papers were in orderand we were free at last to have a brand new life

on the dark highway up north of San Diegothe Wankel steady at 3500 rpmshe was sleeping we got just what we came for

and I softly said to her this little hymn

I forgive you I forgive you I forgive youI forgive myself I forgive myself I give myself to youI forgive you I forgive you I forgive youI forgive myself I forgive myself I give myself to you

It was ironic that through 10 years of our marriage



I had never felt the way I did that nightBut the errors of the past I won't disparageAnd in the here and now here's how I make it right

I forgive you I forgive you I forgive you

I forgive myself I forgive myself I give myself to youI forgive you I forgive you I forgive youI forgive myself I forgive myself I give myself to you(repeat)

The Transparent Headby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 8:18am

Heroic! Triumphant! Spectacular!

That's how I feel when I'm loving you.But then sometimes I feel more like Dracula -The Undead - and my head - blocks my view.So I'll sever my head from my body,and bury it out back in the woods.And in the morning, when you discover me,there'll be no more coulds or shoulds.Then you'll kiss me in causeless forgiveness,and a new head appears on my neck -transparent! How wonderful this is!I can see! And I show you respect.

When my vampire veins are empty,I lie in wait, consumed by envy,

a coward, cleverly concealinghow inside my heart I'm feeling.

Snarling, around my heart I'm sneaking,instead of simply, plainly speaking.

But, seeing you from God's perspective,

no longer is my soul defective.



How To Be Braveby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 8:21am

"Mistakes Were Made"by Tavris and Aronson -

"Sophie Scholl"directed by Rothemund -a book and a movie,together they gaveliving examplesof how to be brave.

(haiku)By Daniel Cooper Clark · Saturday, June 5, 2010

cordless speakerphoneis a baby in my handwith my daughter's voice

Rhinoby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 8:26am

Please, don't use "preposterous"

to mock the Rhinoceros,who is much less absurdthan the old Dodo Bird.Praise the beast, I should think,'cause the Dodo's extinct,while the Rhino still stormswith its Miocene horns!

Problemsby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 5, 2010 at 2:19pm

We used to have Problems.Now we have Issues.We discuss them, not solve them.Problems, I miss you!



Me, My Body, and Godby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, June 6, 2010 at 8:01am

God loves my bodyGod loves my body

God loves my body andI love my body too

I love my bodyI love my bodyI love my body andMy body loves me too

My body loves meMy body loves meMy body loves me and

My body loves God too

My body loves GodMy body loves GodMy body loves God andI love God too

I love GodI love GodI love God andGod loves me too

God loves meGod loves meGod loves me andGod loves my body too

(repeat)

The Dragon, the Gem, and the Grace

by Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, June 11, 2010 at 8:24am

Here, deep inside my sin,is the place where I must begin.Here, where life is bleak,lies in hiding the secret I seek.

Here, breathing flames of hell,



a dragon keeps me captive in its spell,grasping a gem I must eat! -to transform all my bitterness to sweet.

My mind provides me a sword

to cut though mighty sinews, clever wards.But flames deter my attack.A good shield is the one thing I lack.

Lifetimes in this caveI've spent with no means to be saved.My heart has been too weak.But within it a voice starts to speak.

"I shall set you free.I am your shield. Trust in me.

Advance into the fire.Sacrifice is what I require."

I have no other hope.I let go of the end of my rope.And, though it makes no sense,I attack, careless of consequence.

Into the flames I run.But - a collision knocks me down, stunned!The fire, just atoms away

from my body, has somehow been stayed.

My hand, with its own purpose,reaches out to touch - a smooth surface.I see, if only a glimmer,that I'm pressed against a large mirror.

The reflection gets more clear.First my hand, then my forearm appears,then one part at a time,I see the body's image is mine.

The dragon has dissipated.In my face, care-worn but elated,I view my ancient foe,and the gemstone I must swallow.

I do. I wake up from my dream.My love and I lie by a stream.



She kisses me on my face."Thank you," I say, "for your grace."

The Effect of Global Warming on the Migratory Patterns of Ottersby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, June 11, 2010 at 8:35am

Hotter water'snot for otters.They prefer to play it coolin a chilly woodland pool.Better swimming holesare closer to the Poles.

Bundling Cut Branches for Exportby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, June 11, 2010 at 8:26am

I leanand kneel,and feela leaf.

So fine!But knife

ends life.I file

and tag,for GATT,the data.Ta-da...

God Lovesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Tuesday, June 15, 2010 at 11:32pm

God lovesGod lovesGod lovesGod loves

God loves



God lovesGod lovesGod loves

God loves me

God loves meGod loves me andGod loves you

God loves youGod loves youGod loves you andGod loves me

God lovesGod loves

God lovesGod loves


God loves usGod loves usGod loves us and

God loves them

God loves themGod loves themGod loves them andGod loves us



God is loveGod is love



God is love andLove is God

Love is GodLove is God

Love is God andGod is love


God lovesGod lovesGod loves

God loves

Signalsby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, June 18, 2010 at 7:53am

when I was 10 years old or soi had a short wave radioi heard the world i heard the voicesi heard the spurious-sideband noises

now i'm up here pushing 70online gizmos just what's meant for mei share my world i share my voicesi share my silence and my joyful noises

Insideby Daniel Cooper Clark on Saturday, June 26, 2010 at 10:46pm

the nudest nudists

bare their Soulsdon't care if yousee the holes whereWithinshines throughthey've got nothing tohideInside



Passageby Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, June 28, 2010 at 7:32am

Walk the silent secret pathin the morning all alone,

far away from war and wrath,in your private safety zone.

On the cushioned woodland floor,left and right foot make no noise.You have passed beyond the door -looking for the cowherd boys.

Deep within the conscious heartexpands a world of forest glades -don't hold back, it's time to start -

Krishna's with the cowherd maids.

It feels divine, there's no denying -even when you can't stop crying!

Quantum of Consciousnessby Daniel Cooper Clark on Tuesday, June 29, 2010 at 8:36am

Reality, Reality -are you a unity or a duality -

or just a collection of wandering dots?Fantasy, Fantasy -you're what I care about, can't you see -you take command of my wandering thoughts.

Fantasy or Reality, what's the difference -to be lost in a dream, or logical inference -they're both a disease of a feverish mind -with body and soul left far behind.

Soul and Body, Body and Soul -

Compassion and Passion, they're all that I need.They're my twin engine plane, if God is my goal -if my quest for satisfaction is going to succeed.

The engines drone -I vibrate their song -"Quantum of Consciousness" -can you hear it?



Thanxby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, July 2, 2010 at 7:51am

Thanx to y'all & thanxto the Danish physicist Niels Bohr for helping me to

accept the "complementarity" of everything,and to the Bengali avatar Chaitanya for his presentation of "simultaneous oneness and difference" resolving itself in love,which itself is a paradox of passion (self-directed) and compassion (other-directed).The contradictions that bewilder the mindare what make the sparks fly!Ya know, the Venus-Mars thing...Oh well then, thanx to D. H. Lawrence too.(Hmm...all male...I should really be giving thanx to the Goddess...)

The Non-Localityby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, July 25, 2010 at 9:19am

Alice and Bob went out for a night of dancing at the Subatomic Club.All the Particles would be there - what fun to dance with them!They met Abe and Babe, two cute Photons, the perfect couple.Abe and Babe were in a quantum state, flawlessly fitting together.The two were different but one, cancelling out to a peaceful zero."Let's dance!" said Alice.She took Abe out on the floor - they danced and danced, spinning away.

"Let's dance!" said Bob.Bob and Babe went spinning a light year away in the opposite direction.Then Alice had Abe do the left-spin.And a light year away, instantaneously, Babe was doing the right-spin!How did she know? What passed between them? Where? When? Why ask?Abe and Babe are entangled - always together, no matter how far away.It's their favorite dance - The Non-Locality!



How Does It Come To You?by Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, August 2, 2010 at 9:11am

My next question is, how does it come to you?How does the poem arrive in your brain?

In what form, what shape, what kind of packaging?Does it come as a song, with verse, chorus, and bridge?Does it come as a sonnet, with three quatrains and a couplet?Or as a daily conversation, like William Carlos Wiliams -or as long declamations, like Whitman or Ginsberg -or like the densely packed images of Wallace Stevens?Because the poem always arrives with its style built in.The form and the content are one in the poemand can't be separated unless the poem will die.You might be able to cleverly construct a poem rationallyalmost as you would figure out a mathematical equation,

out of bits and pieces of the world you find around you.That's more a work of the eye than the ear,and there are of course visual poems in this visual age.But as far as I'm concerned, the ear is uppermost.A poem is something you hear as it comes to youof its own accord, demanding entrance, shouting or whispering,never leaving you alone, forcing you to the keyboard,taking over your life and making you forget paying the bills,insisting that it traverse from who knows where out into the world,where it belongs, because it belongs to everyone,not just you, loyal slave, servant of the truth, servant of love,

servant of the sound you hear that will tie us all together.The poem arrives with its own priorities of form.

GiftsBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, August 6, 2010

For you good and faithful,the gifts of God are great.For feeling fully grateful,

fulfillment is your fate.



Dinner With the Baby of Heartsby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, August 12, 2010 at 6:03pm

"It's all been said before."No, it hasn't. Each moment

is completely new and original,arriving here dew-fresh,held in the hands of the midwife.She, The Infinite, smiles as shelavishly deals out her vastdeck of cards in a blizzardof possibilities, all different,raw, and ready to be cookedin the casserole of experience.

Databy Daniel Cooper Clark on Monday, August 16, 2010 at 9:20am

I began to tell him that sciencehas found a way through to consciousness,to spirit, and maybe to God.But he got all huffy and red-faced,and stopped me before I could finish.

"The word science means knowledge.

From the Latin - look it up - scientia.Knowledge, huh? You wish!Tell me about the ten dimensions -or is that eleven dimensions, hmm?While you're arguing about that,I'll let Schroedinger's cat out of the box,very much alive, thank you, and -very capable of catching mice,which is really the kind of knowledgescience gives us. Nothing deep really,but techniques for bodily maintenance.

I'm thankful for that, as are we all.But if I want knowledge,to know what's behind it all, after all,I'll run an experiment on my soul,and contemplate the data of eternity."

Funny, but in his own fashion,he had said what I wanted to say.



The Copenhagen Interpretation agreeswe can't know anything here for certain.Alain Aspect's data confirmthere's another world, a unified worldsupporting this world of relativities.

There, the souls of cats are eternal.Mouse-souls too, and me and you.

Walk at Dawnby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, August 18, 2010 at 7:22am

Walking on a long straight street -someone in the distance is approaching.Lots of time to think of how to greet,

and when to greet - it musn't be too closely.

My strategies erect a solid wallso the other will not know that I am fearful.This stranger might do anything at all!But etiquette demands that I be cheerful.

White t-shirt and tan Bermuda shorts -he's not so big - an old guy, walking slowly.Oh, it must be my acquaintance Mr. Schwartz!Without his dog, he looks so very lonely.

Relieved, I let my shield fall down,and the space between us opens up to music.The player of that transcendental soundoffers me a gift, and I accept. I choose it.

It is a glimpse of God within the heartof Mr. Schwartz, now not so far away.No more need for me to feel apart -"Good morning! Good to see you this fine day!"



Lost Lovesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, August 27, 2010 at 7:15pm

I weep for you, lost loves.

Helen, you gave birth to me and nursed me oh all the others are just attempts tosteal you away from Rodney.

Kathryn, your doll face and angel voice on the movie screen gave me the peace andecstasy of heaven.

Lili, you gave free rein to your ilicit uncontrollable lust in fantasies that transportedme into dark delight.

Penny, you looked at me across the desks in American History class and your face isimprinted on my mind through the years.

Diane, you were a naked force of nature and gave me the knowledge of body and souland a philosophy of simple living.

Judy, your energetic happiness and true friendliness with all who came your waylifted me out of my morbid adolescent introspection.

Carol, from the moment our eyes met on the school stairway among the crowd I'vebeen yours no matter where you are.

Gail, it was only a weekend but you swirled around me like the weather and your

ample bosom is my metaphor for deep satisfaction.

Ludmilla, as you danced your beautiful form took on a mythical aspect and grew in mymind to archetypal magnificence.

Kim, out of our tentative and trembling first steps to traverse the intracacies of college-mixer awkwardness we found romance.

Dale, you were so pretty and sweet and virginal I aspired to your goodness but mycynicism couldn't get past your "golly gee."

Connie, Connie the warm the deep yes how our identities fused sharing impossiblepassion and Lawrence and Wolfe and Joyce.

Lylli, you and I were soulmates in Provincetown but the lure of success took me toNew York and loneliness.

Carla, I suppose it wasn't love but God bless your freedom and generous abandonmentduring our tryst-night on the movie set.



Michele, you are the only one and there never will be any other because our marriagemarked my entrance into manhood.

Michelle, please forgive me for my stupidity and I suppose we never should have

married but God gave us a precious Rose.

Deborah, your sparkling crackling sense of adventure returned me to the world of theliving and reminded who I really am.

Shirley Ann, beautiful dreamer and schemer you captured me with your southernmountain charms and I am forever grateful.

Veronika, do we actually know each other or are all those images only arepresentation of my desire for unattainable Olympian bliss?

Ellie, you are the love I haven't lost and the love that sustains me and the wife Ialways wanted so I weep that it took me so long.

Left! Right! Left! Right!By Daniel Cooper Clark · Sunday, September 5, 2010

Slogans and mythsand symbols and labelssum up the politics

of people unableto see under the surfaceof demagogues' lies.Those tempting seductionswon't work on the wise.

Haiku Contra Whitmanby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, September 9, 2010 at 12:20pm

Sing a song of God.Don't sing a song of yourself.Walt, be transparent!

(I'm a life-long admirer of Walt Whitman's poetry. I'd be much the poorer without his "barbaricyawp." So why write this? Because the words came to me as I was slowly waking up a few daysago. There they were, and I didn't want to reject them. As WW put it, "Do I contradict myself?Very well then, I contradict myself.")



LebabBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, September 10, 2010

languages are linkersbridging brains of thinkers

readers hearers viewersjoined as onewords and tones and picturesmany merged in mixturesconnecting me and you asGod has done

Florida Lawnby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, September 12, 2010 at 2:40pm

January's grass does not need mowing.February's grass is hardly growing.March's grass - give it a trim.April's grass is soft and thin.May's grass bursts up with vigor.June's grass gets even bigger.July's grass demands much more.August's grass is waging war.September's grass is long and tough.October's grass - Enough! Enough!

November's grass is finally less.December's grass gives me a rest.

WhenBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, September 22, 2010

When she inhabits youWhen the image of her bodyoccupies every space inside your body

her arms in your armsher legs in your legsher eyes in your eyesand every cell and corpuscle of your bodyis individually an image of her bodyso that even though you are "you" singularyou are also "you" pluralWhen she walks inside your walk



When she talks inside your talkher beauty making you beautifulher joyfulness making you joyfulher youth making you youthfulher nakedness making you weightless

When her life lives in and through youexpanding your life in radianceWhen she occupies youWhen she inhabits youthen that isWhen you know you love her

KerygmaBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, October 8, 2010

It must be so.Out of the dead bones is distilled a drop of sanctity.Out of the confusion,revisited so many times and now compactedby honoring the acute will of one hundred justifications,through tremendous tremorings, shuddering nightfalls,generous knives engendering wounds,my repetitions filtering out the unneccessary humiliations,now stopped.Now staring.

Now opening, the heart of service beats naked, glorious.Her eyes are burning.The confidential truth, a hurricane of metaphysics,sweeping away all but the sweet land of love.Do I think I've reached the end?It is only the beginning.I climb the hill against the shrieking darts,and keep on climbing.Two thousand bodies, my false selves,rip away in the storm that flails me.Her arms reach toward me.

My only possession is her desire for me.I give her my body constructed out of the rock of suffering,an inconceivable weight populated by all dwellers on earth,impossibly rising upwards powered by my yearning for transmutation.I scream out the primordial sound, my tongue writhing like a snake,the guttural gropings of a first language,giving way after eons to a vocal orchestra of celestial sonics.The sound disperses the mist, the dust, the agony,



and I die to the old life.I give pleasure to the Goddess, to the Mother, Mother Goddess.I take pleasure in the Goddess, in the Great, Great Mother Goddess.

(The last two lines are sung.)

She Is EveryoneBy Daniel Cooper Clark – not posted

I cannot go to the Mother Goddessby renouncing the world.She is the world.Only by traveling deep withinher body of the world can I get to her.

I let her occupy my mind.I let my mental body-imagebe transformed into hers.I bring every atom,every wave and particleof her world-bodyinto my body as I travel.I bring the whole world with meto her bright heart, her heart,the portal to the other world,where her Absolute Body is Queen

and we are all her willing slaves,delighting in herand giving her pleasure.It is so wonderfulto give happiness to everyone,and She is everyone.

GT: Give and TakeBy Daniel Cooper Clark – not posted

I give pleasure to the Goddess,to the Mother, Mother Goddess.I take pleasure in the Goddess,in the Mother, Mother Goddess.



Oh YesBy Daniel Cooper Clark – not posted

Dear Great Mother GoddessDear Great Mother Goddess

Dear Great Mother GoddessOh Yes Oh Yes Oh Yes

Dear Sweet Mother GoddessDear Sweet Mother GoddessDear Sweet Mother GoddessOh Yes Oh Yes Oh Yes

Dear Great Mother GuruDear Great Mother GuruDear Great Mother Guru

Oh Yes Oh Yes Oh Yes

Dear Sweet Mother GuruDear Sweet Mother GuruDear Sweet Mother GuruOh Yes Oh Yes Oh Yes

Free Will at DinnertimeBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Thursday, October 21, 2010

Victor Lindlahr said,"You are what you eat."Some foods make you bitter,some make you sweet.But I think the opposite'smore important by far.You choose what to eat.You eat what you are.

President of Poland Joins Fanatic Hindu CultBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Sunday, October 24, 2010

I used to dance the Polka,but now I chant the Shloka.I've given up frivolity for good.No meat in my pierogi!



No more I smoke the stogie!My Guru has me living like I should.I want to make Warszawacent percent Vaishnava,and Sanskrit shall become our mother tongue.

I'll deploy the Polish Armyin war agianst the Karmi!We enforce the Vedic law, pointing gun!

D.T. Dittyby Daniel Cooper Clark on Thursday, December 2, 2010 at 11:08pm

Doughnuts glow, Gentile, until cat food's bright,Bold sage good-turns, and saves, and loathes to pay;

Cage, cage in tents your dining on delights.

The Sport of Killingby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, December 12, 2010 at 8:55pm

Military Pridefeasts on those who've died.War is Legal Evil.But the problem's with The People.

Don't blame the Governmentwhen Public Sentimentso quickly turns the Flaginto a bloody rag.Had no one Rallied Round it,the fracas would have floundered.For that we need a Mindof a different kind -Peacefulness within -seeing War as Sin.No, we're just too willing

to play the Sport of Killing."War's over if you Want it."Some do, but most Support it.And a Victory Proclaimedpredicts More of the Same.



Bernieby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, December 15, 2010 at 10:47pm

Bernie Sanders filibusteredin the Senate - more than eight hours -

bravely speaking truth to power.

DC nabobs don't pass muster.Democracy? Plutocracy!You aren't rich? You get no justice.

He exposed the filthy cowards -Bernie Sanders filibustered!

(The poem is structured as an "Octain," a form invented

by poet Luke Prater two days ago.)

They Say HareBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Saturday, December 18, 2010

The sages' way:they pray all day.They say Hare,Hare, Hare.

The sages prayour pain away.They say Hare,Hare, Hare.

The Great PrevaricatorBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Saturday, December 18, 2010

He's not the man he said he was,

while vying for the post.It's politics! He won becausethe liars get the most.



AllowBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Allow, allow, allow it all.Allow it all, oh yes.

Oh yes, allow, allow it all.Allow it all, oh yes.

Dead and GoneBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I would pass a sobriety test.The bed of coals in my chestcan no longer be ignited.

My passion's passed on, unrequited.

(haiku)By Daniel Cooper Clark · Monday, January 10, 2011

one meter high boyin white karate dogiquickly thumbs iphone

Oval and Dotby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, January 30, 2011 at 10:06pm

OhYesWhiteyBlackyOhYesOval and Dot

OhYes

EggSpermOhYesOval and Dot

OhYesDeviDevaOhYesOval and Dot



OhYesGoddessGodOhYesOval and Dot

A poem? Well, an incantation - and an explanation of the profile image I'm using - the ovalbeing the primordial feminine, the dot being the primordial masculine. The poetic method,aside from the repetition, obeys a numerological rule: the letters of each line must add up tonine. (O is the 15th letter of the alphabet, 1+5=6. So, O=6, H=8, Y=7, E=5, S=1, that totals 27,2+7=9. And so on.)

Skatingby Daniel Cooper Clark on Wednesday, February 2, 2011 at 8:11pm

You're skating alongon a dull black sheet of smoked glass -and, if you were to stop and turn aroundand peek down through your skate scratches,you'd see another layer belowof smoked glass with you skating on it -and down through those skate scratchesto another layer, another layer -all of them with you, skating -down and down they go,round and round they go,in a spin, in a spiral spin -and up, if you care to look -there you are! Up there!Skating along without knowing!

Hello! Hello!He can't hear me!He keeps skating -skating up, up to the next layers,where I already am,millions of me's -illusions of me's -lost in time -forgetting everything but the layer I'm on now.

Just keep skating, boy!Keep your eyes on what's right in front of you!



If you were to know at this momentevery moment of your past and future,you'd go mad!It's too much for your brain.Leave it up to God.

Just keep skating.That's the plan.

(Or, I could say there's only one me, but many facets of me, each one based on a differentsequence of memories that defines the identity of that facet. And it's impossible for any oneof the facets to perceive all the memories of the other facets. Also, it's impossible for anyfacet to ascertain if it's the "real me." The real me is the consciousness that keeps its eyes onGod.)

Among the Picturesby Daniel Cooper Clark on Tuesday, February 8, 2011 at 9:06pm

Everything we seeexists eternally.

Unbounded, without limit,eternity's infinite.

Everything fits therewith lots of room to spare.

Each particle of timeis listed line by line.

Each inch of cosmic spacenever leaves its place.

Each miniscule eventis parked without a dent.

Each show on NBCwas there in 10 B.C.

Your fleeting vague emotionhas a cubicle it goes in.

The smallest distant twitchoccupies a niche.



The pizza you just orderedcomes to you prerecorded.

The facts a genius knowswere there, in columns and rows.

Within eternity,days wait for you and me.

The sacred and profaneare equal on that plane.

Scenes of hell and heavenare adjacent in that setting.

Eternity is filled

with photographic stillsscattered in a chaos.Are actors there, to play us?

Eternity and timeare dead. They're not sublime.

That is not enough.It's only lifeless stuff,until consciousness is addedand reaches in to grab it.

Continuum and flowmake the movie go.

Consciousness continues.It animates the statues.

How does life arise?Now for a surprise.Pry open logic's locks.Let loose the paradox.

Infinity's unbounded,it cannot be surrounded,but this I truly pledge:the endless has an edge.The formless has a form.It is not forlorn.



Incomprehensible,to us not sensible,the boundless databasehas arms and legs, a faceof supreme divine beauty,

a heart whose only dutyis to worship, love, and give -in short, to fully live.

This vast perimetermight be known as Her,or She, the Feminine,where all life begins.

She's both egg and chicken.Oh, how the plot does thicken!

She's not a thin life line,a skinny film on time -no, a sliver of sideways eightis infinitely great.

(Eternal mathematicstakes mental acrobatics.)

Her consciousness pervadesthe region of the shades.

Eternity - yes - honest -is the body of the Goddess!

So then, who are we?Fish within her sea,made of conscious stuff,her substance - that's enoughto give us permanancein her eternal dance.

So, what forms are ours?Are we beasts or gods or flowers?We choose among the pictureswhatever image fits us,according to our mood,violent or subdued.

Be it good or bad,



a lifetime's to be had -possibilitiesacross infinity.

Here's the hitch, my friend.

Most come to an end.

As we lived that one,so the next's begun.

But there are some others,hidden under cover,worth an ardent quest,for they are the best.

Attracted by those pictures,

first obey some strictures,then spontaneitytakes over and you're freefrom death and from perdition,from pain and repetition.

These are the lives of service,serving the highest purpose,completely free from fear,inside the spirit sphere.

Here Goddess and her Boydispense out sweetest joyin constant springtime season -eternity's best reason.

Do you accept this mission?It is your decision.

Oceanic Adjuration

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, February 11, 2011

Too long you've bowed to minor deities.The spirit, gnarled, recedes.Let go! Unfurl to higher fealties!Be bold, and arm your deeds!



Introduction to NasalismBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Saturday, February 12, 2011

Get to know your nostrils -what they take in, what they send out.

Become their apostle -yes, surrender to your snout!

(haiku)By Daniel Cooper Clark · Monday, February 14, 2011

The light pouring outof my pores is liquid love -it's The Mother's milk!

Make Itby Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, March 6, 2011 at 8:07am

I don't really know.I really don't know.I don't know. Really.Really! I don't know!

Is the truth what I feel?The truth is what I feel.What I feel is the truth.What is the truth? I feel.

Love, show my will the Way.My will, show the Love Way.The Way will show my Love.My Love will show the Way.

Life is all you make of It.

It - is all you make of Life.All you make of It - is Life.All of Life is you. Make It.



Nikaiaby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, March 11, 2011 at 7:51pm

She sailed in, on her boat, on the waves of my life.I had never seen one like her.

All the rest of them faded fast out of sight,all their faces now just a blur.I tied tight her boat to the dock of my mind.We held hands as she disembarked.And there in the sun we lay down intertwined.She took charge then and there of my heart.

She'd bought a hotel on the coast of Brazilto serve as her palace of dreams.Hypnotized by her beauty I obeyed her will.She was Mother, and she was the Queen.

As her son and her subject I photographed herin the marbled and filigreed rooms,the most passionate poses allowed undeterredfor my camera's wide angles and zooms.

"Lovely boy, lovely body that I call mine,"she sang in our tropic heat,"we join nude together in this world out of time.No love was ever so sweet."Dresses and costumes and lingerie, sheer,sliding off her revealed her form,

voluptuous breasts on a slim shape without peer,long legs for whose praise I was born.

And her face, oh that face, chimerical face,now sultry, now innocent, sweet,heart-shaped, deep-eyed, full-lipped, full of grace,dark hair coiffed scattered or neat.But deep in her eyes, sad knowledge, profound,swam in liquid that never made tears.She gave to her voice a piquant soundthat concealed all she knew of my fears.

In the park, on the beach, we danced naked all day.The paid-off police stood and smiled.But at night, dream-in-dream, I could see far awaya rift I had not reconciled.I'd gladly responded to her siren call.She gave pleasure to body - but soul?Was she illusion? Not real at all?



Was I sinking down a dark hole?

I'd dedicated myself to spiritual truth!Where did - she - fit into that plan?I felt I would never stop tasting her fruit -

would I end up a 'dirty old man'?Then in a dream that transcended all dreams,she appeared, so brilliant and clear.Her voice rang out like a bell and it seemedher words poured into my ears.

"I'm your Mother," she said, "but what Mother am I?Do you know all the Mothers you have?Aside from the woman who heard your first cry,there are others to make you feel glad.Dear Great Mother Goddess - the Willendorf form,

Dear Sweet Mother Goddess - Radha,Dear Great Mother Guru - the one Brooklyn-born,Dear Sweet Mother Guru - Nikaia!"

"That's my name, Nikaia. I've come to teach youthe secret within your desires.Yes, 'sex is the hallmark of the spiritual world',the source that enlightens your fires.Infinite orgasm is the center of all,orgasm rushing outin a mood of service and love that we call

The Absolute Truth without doubt.

"That feminine source includes the maleand manifests him - as her God.We're part of her. All our duty entailsis helping her worship her Lord.The thrills that I give you are just a small partof the thrills of spiritual sex!Direct your devotion to the Loving Pair,Radha-Krishna, Goddess-God, Oh-Yes.

"Oh-Yes, they're the ones, and the One that we seekin all our material games.Put your head on the floor, bow down at their feet,and pronounce their mystical names.On your in-breath, think Oh, out-breath, think Yes.Pause at the peace in between.Do it freely, day and night, not under duress,to feel - a joy that's supreme."



I stay in that dream that isn't a dream,while sleeping and awake.The Sweet Mother Guru put me on her team.I do everything for her sake.

It started as madness, escape from the real,but somehow she saved me from doom.She knew that I only wanted to feelthe pleasure of being consumed.

Consumed by the real, consumed by the truth,consumed by the infinite sea,enraptured and intimate, no longer aloof,loving eternally,gushing, expressing, dancing in bliss,joining the chorus of souls,

I won't find anything better than this -a play with a permanent role.

That's When I Really Need Youby Daniel Cooper Clark on Friday, March 11, 2011 at 7:55pm

Oh, when I'm feelin' blue,that's when I really need you.Oh, when the sun don't shine,

that's when I need to know you're mine.When I'm happy and we're having fun,it's so good to be close to someone.But when I'm feelin' blue,that's when I really need you.

Oh, I can act real mad,when deep inside I'm just so sad.Don't let me push you away,'cause you're the one who makes my day.I just don't know what comes over me,

but you pull me up and I can see.Yes, when I'm feelin' blue,that's when I really need you.

You give me flowers -Lord knows how you helpme get through the hourslike nobody else.



Oh, when the tears roll downmy cheeks and I frown,and I wring my hands,no one but you understands.

I can't recall how I ever got bywithout you to hug me when I cry.Oh, when I'm feelin' blue,that's when I really need you.

Miyagi Prefecture 2011by Daniel Cooper Clark on Sunday, March 13, 2011 at 10:19am

Oppenheimer rendered the Sanskrit in 1945

"I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds"plundering manic barbarian A-bombersthrowing rocks, throwing spears, throwing Scudsgreedy Wall Street financial criminalsgutting out the middle class to join the one percentstrict Mother's fires, floods, earthquakes, cyclonessmashing the best efforts of civilizationhumans are part of Nature we're toldyes just like tectonic plates we crunch and destroy"Better to have a quiet life eating mush"said Toshiro Mifune in the Kurosawa film

but the quiet life is punctuated by loud explosionsthat open our eyes to the suffering heartBuddha said, "The world is on fire - get out"in what condition to get out - dead or alive?save your own skin and get out of here deadserve those who suffer and get out alivefor ever and ever amen

turning

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Tuesday, March 15, 2011 at 9:46am

ive given up poetryfor potteryive given up clevernessfor claya potis nothing but



what it ought to bewhereas wordsoften turnand go astray

The Lost Yulohby Daniel Cooper Clark · Thursday, March 17, 2011

(Yuloh: a long iron or hardwood stern-oarfor sculling a sampan)

Low goes the night deep into the psyche,confounding reason's neatness.Dwindling charms of day twinkle hesitantly

on the opposite riverbank.My friend the sterling silver mongoosedisplays his cobra tattooto the passersby on the brick tenement streetsas we search for the lost maple yuloh -lost in battle - and perhaps hidden cleverlyinside that long baguettein a bakery window that reflects behind usthe sea over which we must travelto an island just beyond the horizon, whose glowwe see - not rising like the sun -

a trip requiring the sampan - and the yuloh -which we have lost.

The AffirmativesBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Monday, March 21, 2011

Oh Yes Oh Yes Oh YesOh Yes Indeed It's TrueOh Yes Oh Yes Oh Yes

Oh Yes I'm Loving You



Select FoodsBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Sunday, March 27, 2011

There was a man did a-shopping go,and he bought bananas three -

bought black grapes in a plastic bag -vegetarian was he -turned up his nose at the fishy smellin the store, and quickly quipped,"If it runs or swims or flies away,I'll not partake of it!"

For the Love of GarbanzoBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Wednesday, April 6, 2011

(to be sung operatically in a phony Italian accent)

Garbanzo - fruit of a million yearsGarbanzo - how I love you todayDo you know - how I have shed my tearsDo you know - I cannot go away

I saw you there on the shelf And my heart did a flip and a flopI could hardly contain myself

And I knew that it never would stop

Garbanzo - how I adore your formGarbanzo - how I love you tonightDo you know - I love you cool or warmDo you know - that I love every biteGarbanzo - Garbanzo!

The Information

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Monday, April 11, 2011

The information will crumble.All too soon, the edifice we've createdto neatly freeze the Entiretywill display tiny cracks like spiderwebs.The skin, we will now observe,has been breathing all this time.



We thought it was a hard, lifeless shell.But no, our sparkling monumentcontaining all the numbers of all the atomsof all the things and ideas and feelingswas a human construction and never

stopped being a life form like us.And like any mere human it will go crazyfrom being corraled and bound uptightly according to rules of reason.It will crave to slake its thirstand will stick out invisible tonguesto drink from the ocean of Chaossurrounding its perimeter.It will guzzle and suck and slurpslowly at first, through the hairline cracks.Then as it swallows more and more Chaos,

the cracks will become fissuresinviting the invasion of the indeterminate.We'll be able to look inside.The precise definitions of the matrixare getting fuzzy, a little mixed up.A car dealer in Lima, Peru advertisesa model that performs slow rotationsalong its front-to-back axisas it proceeds without touching the road.Flowers for sale in Bruxelles changespecies and varieties every two minutes.

The Nikkei persistently reports tradingfigures derived from Edmonton hockey scores.Soon data breaking out of contextwill gather to form a small vortex of bitsthat travels around, twisting rapidly,peeling more data off rational structures,gathering size and speed, a tornado of bits,increasing its size and and speed,finally encompassing all the information,becoming a giant blur vibrating with the soundsof all the world's recorded voices and music,

a deafening din, the only thing we'll hearnow that our computers and televisionsare silent, mute, empty of content.We shall not see,beyond the limit of our intelligence,the enormous vat of Chaos,into which has dissolvedthe information.



Affectionby Daniel Cooper Clark · Thursday, April 21, 2011

Concerning religious topics, if someone asks me, "Do you believe that?" or even worse,"Do you know that?" I answer, "I'm so gullible I'll believe anything, and I'm so limited I

know nothing. But I can say this: I like it. I like it! It appeals to me." Which is true,and puts the conversation on a personal level, where it always is anyway. Belief andknowledge are beside the point. Religion is all about affection.

What Will BeBy Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, April 22, 2011

The aftermathof a decision

can’t be graphed with precision – salutaryor deleterious -or ordinary -it’s mysterious.

Hyacinthby Daniel Cooper Clark · Friday, April 22, 2011

Stuck in the Pripet Marshes for days on end -after the threat of prison, could be worse -but can't hold a candle to eating snipefishoff the coast of Peru, or clabbered milkthat Lena offered me. I'm annoyed.I'd missed the Bologna train and got caught.Didn't heed the tocsin ringing in my head,my faithful warning signal - missed the "window,"oddly enough while gazing at a Palladian windowof exquisite design in Rome, and got nabbed.

The informal extradition by black Fiattook me to Kiev at dawn. The goons were hungryand left me tied up in the car, so they thought,for a breakfast of biscuits and coffee. I made my escape.A boat going up the Dnieper took me northa few miles to Vishhorod, where I walkedinto swamp country on P02.Hundreds of miles of marshes, beavers, badgers,



surround me as I hide, like the old-time banditswho evaded the Ukraine police, under the wateras we've seen in many a movie, breathing through reeds.My concern is not the cops, but radiationthey say is still a danger. Chernobyl is close.

I'm tired of running away. But can't stay herewith chiliastic dreams - un ange qui passe.Mordecai expects me. Rouse, you!Impatience goads me on like Hokusai's wave.Yearning for action impels me. Take wing!Becoming an angel for myself, I leave the swamp,plucking a hyacinth as I go, finding meaning.

Go To Sleep Little One

By Daniel Cooper Clark · Sunday, June 19, 2011

Oh how I love you, darkness,so soft for eye and ear.You ban the glaring sharpness -it cannot interfere.Deep in your foggy cushion,I leave the blare of day.And freed from pullandpushing -I simply drift away.

My boat sets sail in evening,upon the ocean top.Fantasies will please me -wherever I will stop.The stars in patterned dances,sing love songs to the moon.Their heavenly romances -will be my story soon.

Such busy dreaming pleasures,that never have been told.

My friends discover treasures -our pockets fill with gold.A tree that's good for climbing,holds me as it sways.Our cat commands an island -with secret tunnel maze.

We chase away the monsters,



and turn them into dust.Then blowing on our conches -we chant In God We Trust.My dreams will last forever,alive inside of me.

They'll make the morning better -three times three times three.

Triage of VerbiageBy Daniel Cooper Clark· Tuesday, July 12, 2011

I want to drink a stupefying beverage -cuz everyone's addicted to the new verb Leverage!You can't say Utilize or Take Advantage Of -

nothing but Leverage is what to make a habit of!

3 4 TimeBy Daniel Cooper Clark· Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Oh Radha Oh RadhaOh Radha RadhaYes Krishna Yes KrishnaYes Krishna Krishna

Oh Yes Oh YesOh Yes Oh YesOh Yes Oh YesOh Yes

Radha Krishna Radha KrishnaRadha and KrishnaRadha Krishna Radha KrisnaRadha and Krishna

Oh Yes Oh YesOh and YesOh Yes Oh YesOh and Yes



Make Somebody HappyBy Daniel Cooper Clark· Saturday, July 16, 2011

In this world of birth and death,of gladness and of grief,

give your love out right and left,for time is just a thief.

Make somebody happy.It doesn't matter who it is.Make somebody happy.That's the reason why we live.The sadness that is going roundwill never go away.So make somebody happy.Don't put it off - do it today.

The one who's sitting next to you,by choice or maybe chance,while not perfect or absolute,deserves a friendly glance.

Make somebody happy.It doesn't matter who it is.Make somebody happy.That's the reason why we live.The sadness that is going round

will never go away.So make somebody happy.Don't put it off - do it today.

Wars go on without an end.Say a kind word to a friend.

Make somebody happy.It doesn't matter who it is.Make somebody happy.That's the reason why we live.

The sadness that is going roundwill never go away.So make somebody happy.Don't put it off - do it today.



One LoveBy Daniel Cooper Clark· Sunday, July 24, 2011

Krishna is the happinessKrishna is the pain

Krishna is the sunshine andKrishna is the rainKrishna is everythingNothing else existsAnd if you're in love with himHe'll give you a kiss

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