Lovelorn Poet in Philadelphia, PA: The Perils of Memory

The Perils of Memory
(United States of Amnesia)
Missed Connections from Philadelphia

Most of us are satisfied with authority because it gives us a continuity, a certainty, a sense of being protected. But a man who would understand the implications of this deep psychological revolution must be free of authority, must he not? He cannot look to any authority, whether of his own creation or imposed upon him by another. And is this possible? Is it possible for me not to rely on the authority of my own experience? Even when I have rejected all the outward expressions of authority–books, teachers, priests, churches, beliefs–I still have the feeling that at least I can rely on my own judgment, on my own experiences, on my own analysis. But can I rely on my experience, on my judgment, on my analysis? My experience is the result of my conditioning, just as yours is the result of your conditioning, is it not? I may have been brought up as a Muslim or a Buddhist or a Hindu, and my experience will depend on my cultural, economic, social, and religious background, just as yours will. And can I rely on that? Can I rely for guidance, for hope, for the vision which will give me faith in my own judgment, which again is the result of accumulated memories, experiences, the conditioning of the past meeting the present?…Now, when I have put all these questions to myself and I am aware of this problem, I see there can only be one state in which reality, newness, can come into being, which brings about a revolution. That state is when the mind is completely empty of the past, when there is no analyzer, no experience, no judgment, no authority of any kind.     -j krishnamurti

 

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Today’s mass shooting at an elementary school in Connecticut is yet another reminder of our nation’s inability to reconcile our “right” to bear arms with our desire to live in safe communities. When a loved one dies a violent and senseless death, it doesn’t matter if you live in the best neighborhood or the worst, grief and pain isn’t based on zip code. If we ever want to have truly meaningful gun control, the people of this country have to demand it. Get angry, get productive, march, boycott, write letters. Gil Scott-Heron lays it out quite simply in his 1970′s classic, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”. Today is for grief, but tomorrow it’s time to get in the driver’s seat. It’s worked before. It will work again.

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: The Heart Has Reasons That Reason Cannot Know

Banksy Hits San Francisco

Banksy Hits San Francisco. Photo by Thomas Hawk.

 

The Heart Has Reasons That Reason Cannot Know
Missed Connections in Manhattan

The passion of love.
The euphoria and the heartbreak.
Happy Thanksgiving to those who have felt the intensity of all three.
The best is yet to be.

 

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The title of this missed connections message comes from French mathematician and Christian philosopher Blaise Pascal, who advanced the fields of two seemingly disparate disciplines in the 1600s.  I was wondering what our poet might be referring to in the final line, “The best is yet to be” and considered what our lives would be like if we were able to seamlessly integrate the distinct processes of logic and emotion into one. Would that result in a more peaceful heart?


Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Beauty

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Wading through the neglected inbox of Lovelorn Poets HQ wasn’t all pain and suffering. A few bright and shiny gems were waiting for me – making the process slightly more bearable and reminding me why I love discovering the beautiful and creative work people post to Missed Connections. Some things deserve to be preserved, don’t you think? “Count the stars in the sky…”

Beauty
Missed Connections in Brooklyn, NY

sometimes it feels like we’ve all been placed here
to process an intense amount
of confusion and pain

only to create
beauty

Lovelorn Poets in Tucson, AZ: In A Boardroom You Smiled The Daydream

In A Boardroom You SmiledThe Daydream Missed Connections from Tucson and i’m conjuring dinner for two; my desire is always implied, a falcon falconized empress; without you my jeans are holey “if you hold it in your mind until” mates with memory riddle; is Nothing sacred ? ” a smile begins to form” ( the [...]

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Lovelorn Poet in Chicago, IL: (O)ut (W)hile (L)oving

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(O)ut (W)hile (L)oving Missed Connections from Chicago 2009 on entry —– I am so busy I hear you in a blur and see you on those days after Friday. I look at those blue eyes now covered in a storm of black hair and can’t wait until I see you taking in the morning sun [...]

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