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Marten Bart Stork MICRO CHANGES - JAN/FEB 2019 Poetry

Creatio Ex Nihilo

Written by Marten Bart Stork

(A) Small change.
(B) A little different.

A little goes a long way.

Together all the bugs on this planet not only got us outnumbered, but they also got us outweighed.

What’s a little and what’s a lot?
What is big and what is not?

An amount only has meaning in comparison to something else.

The size of something only has meaning in comparison to something else.
What is a galaxy to us could be only the nucleus of a cell.

The cell of a body so big we could never even experience it as such.

What’s small change for you to someone else could mean so much.

Make (a) small change.
(B)e a little different.

What is change?
What is difference?

Change is everything.

Change is the difference between everything and nothing.
The conflict between everything and nothing.

Change is energy.

If an object or an event never change it’s impossible to experience them.

If there is no difference between things it’s impossible to observe the things.

Difference is information.

The difference between 0 and 1

Creation out of nothing.

Everything is the change from nothing into something.

Change is the difference between everything and nothing.

 
Allen Caldeira Poetry TRANSFORMATIVE TECHNOCRATS - December 2018

New Cities

Written by Allen Caldeira

Failing that, the cows mated in pastures
and the saints all dropped acid,
screens shattered around them,
falling plastic and glass darted through the square,
twinkled around the edges
and the martyrs fell in with the prostitutes
at cyber cafes where internet trolls
and media warriors lived vagabond
at all times. The streets began to warp
into the rice paddies they once were,
the teenagers with igirlfriends
and sloppy, sexless lives, dragged themselves
into the fields and made new love
to new dirt. The monks chanted
sutras from the temples before Tokyo
rose up from the swamp of its past,
recapitulated itself into the drying eyes
of the martyrs awaiting their executions
for their telling of a future
unstrained by the past. Tokyo, born
again from the ashes of itself.
Tokyo, born again from the ideas
hefted onto it by Carthusians
and Andalusians. Tokyo, born again
from how some thought it should be.
And now the internet cafes cool
down, whores roll in from opium dens,
fat half-chefs spin takoyaki in the streets,
and the saints sit with their
backs to the city, slopping up
ramen in a business cafe.

Contributing Writers Creative Pieces FILTERED RECOLLECTIONS - October 2018

Distilled Into Fractions

Written by Nynke Nina

 

going over and over

keeping them sharp

keeping them vivid

   

every second

slowly fading

slowly less specific

   

the sound of your voice

the looks on your face

our interactions

   

sharing laughs

sharing thoughts

distilled into fractions

   

pieces of a reality

attempt of the mind

going back to events

   

and my thoughts wander and wander

making it a cracked mirror

to what it represents

   

the blueprint

of our experiences

is far away from me

 

reminiscing

but all I get

is a sample of reality

 

the connection we had

your sound

your face

   

reminiscing

but time

is blurring the trace

   

*You can find more of Nynke’s work at Mevalia.

 
Creative Pieces FILTERED RECOLLECTIONS - October 2018 Sybrand Veeger

To The Three Tuebingen Brothers

Written by Sybrand Veeger

Young philosophers and poets,

Romanticists and laureates:

Hegel, Holderlin, Schelling –

All boarded at the same dwelling.

 

Tuebingen: birthplace of this German school,

Housed the love for thought and God as World.

There the Spirit was wound up,

And charged up with philosophy’s jewel.

 

Before the romantic diamond was blasted

High into the Western firmament,

It was patiently polished by three friends,

Three brothers who looked through the same lens.

 

Our memory has been blurred somewhat,

By endless cynical tomes.

Let us do justice to this crazy lot

By listening to their polished tones:

 

Spirits and idealists,

Plaguing all their thought-lists,

Histories and dialectics,

Invading all our Geistes!

 

Hegel thought ideally,

Holderlin: poetically,

Schelling, the youngest madman:

Laughing stock of these boy-men.

 

Wisemen: human owls,

Obsessed with Grecian fouls,

“Philosophers of Nature”?

Transcendents of the Structure!

 

(Spinoza lived among them,

Both in thought and soul,

Forerunners of our Spirit,

– these Germans knew for sho!)

 

    -It’s Tuebingen! House of Genius!

 

Schelling und Zeit!

Was surely love at first sight:

– an expansive, contractive force,

Anti-hegelian with no remorse!

Schelling’s temporality,

Indeed lacked all possible linearity,

Question: Absolute Spirit?

Answer: No, Hegel, forget it!

 

Second boy, Hegel:

Napoleon, his World-Spirit,

No irony, his lyrics:

Too serious for satirists…

 

Third boy, Holderlin,

A true poet in his lyrics:

”Hyperion! The Greeks truly did it,

Philosophy, poetry, you name it!”

 

Holderlin willed no thought system;

He assigned verse to the Spirit’s voice:

“The poet’s vocation must be the combination

Of reason and energy, as musical expression”.

 

All these three combined,

Fused together are Divine:

They make up a human trinity

That deserves a space in memory:

 

Assign a corner of your soul

To this brotherhood’s legacy,

Hang a cross in your mind

As a reminder of their eternity.

Contributing Writers FILTERED RECOLLECTIONS - October 2018

Everything Must Be Forgotten

Art and Text by Marten Bart Stork:

Everything Must Be Forgotten

I remember you.

How do you remember me?

Do we remember accurately?

 

I don’t remember being born.

Or where I was before.

 

Because everything must be forgotten.

So we can do it all again.

 

Eternal repetition.

The show must go on.

 

And we will play every scene.

In every possible way.

And we will play all the different roles.

Forever and always.

 

But we must keep on forgetting.

So we can do it all again.

 

We must keep on forgetting.

Or else we go insane.

  *You can see more of Marten’s work on Instagram.