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  • March 13, 2022

    Bodies of You

    It is very hard for me
    with this much consciousness
    even to be aware of what is going on in this body
    much less
    what is going on in my other bodies.
    The bodies of you
    and of them.
    Bodies of deer
    and elephants.
    No matter how much I know
    that I have toes
    I had not felt them
    until I looked
    back there
    in my conscious corner
    just on the edge
    I seem to always find them.
    Some organs though
    are much more difficult for me.
    Where is my spleen? And what is it feeling?
    I do not know that I know, yet
    I’m aware I have a spleen, and I suspect when it
    has a need
    it will speak
    loudly
    and a doctor will say to me “it is your spleen who speaks”
    and we will spend seven hours trying to
    understand what it is speaking.

    I am not sure why I should think of you any differently
    I never quite know what is alive in you
    even when I might think I do.
    Like toes I never notice you until I’m reminded to
    and like organs even when I try, I often struggle to
    but you have a name
    to which I can refer
    the confusion it seems
    is that we have no greater name
    which subsumes us both.
    It would be confused to call us GOD
    just as a stomach and a finger on a surgical table we would not call a man
    but
    perhaps I now know
    what it could mean to believe
    that you and I
    are in truth the body of Christ
    all for whom Christ died.
    What else then
    could it mean to say
    that Christ is GOD
    and we in truth
    are HIS body
    are we not?

  • March 9, 2022

    Visiting Ukraine

    I get to have a life that is all mine
    one that previous me
    and my friends
    do not get to have
    it’s eleven minutes to the grocery store
    on the downtown block
    on foot
    at twenty seven degrees
    with a red backpack
    to carry my things back.
    Sony headphones are effective earmuffs
    I can usually listen to four or so songs on the walk.
    I’ve managed to find some Shiner Bock
    on his birthday
    to pour one out for.
    There were five people in front of me at the register
    and the woman’s card was not working
    and I could feel all of our eyes through her
    no longer a person
    just a glass pane in our way
    to the other side of this damned line.
    Four whole songs played.
    Walking back I’m worried the ice cream will tilt and melt down the inseam of my backpack
    and I’m worried of a nuclear attack.
    None of this is what I mean
    when I say I have had an entire life
    and none of this is enough for you to see
    my life is not like yours
    and your life is just like mine
    and we can only be one
    if I too am someone.

  • March 5, 2022

    the rain makes me feel

    seen.
    In downtown Kansas City
    I could almost drink the air
    waves of traffic
    and pigeons on the sill
    I can hear the ocean from here.

    Red wind breaker with a hood
    I can feel it’s quiet mourning on my face.
    I can walk with the galoshes my mother got me
    because she loved them growing up in Massachusetts.

    I have never felt the world so express my soul.
    I have never felt so at home as I do today.

    The smell of coffee from a wax burner
    because making a whole pot is always a waste.

    I can hear the curtain bump the pane
    from the cities windy sighs
    and my cat in a thunder jacket on my lap
    tranquil as the still of my apartment
    lit only by the defused sun of a grey sky.

    I feel more seen than I have ever been
    and all it took
    was a rainy day
    and a little wind.

  • March 1, 2022

    “oh like I wanted him either!”

    I had the worst dream
    I saw them
    male and female
    his voice was carrying
    the entire house
    and her on a knife’s edge
    saying everything
    she too regrets

    I heard him say the threat
    and I heard her say the reply…

    and I knew
    my parents

    and I cried out

    and I saw him
    old
    and praying that his only remaining child would survive
    and I felt that my seeing it
    was God answering

    and I saw my wife
    and I told her
    I had space for everything she is finding with this other man
    and my mind oscillated between
    saying I could be what I cannot
    and saying he could not be
    what I never was

    and
    when him
    and all of us
    and everything
    all runs out… who will still be there?
    and
    I’ll be goddamned
    if I am not…

    and everyone I meet now
    knows
    if I can still be friends with the dead
    then you can still be my wife

  • February 27, 2022

    amnesia / I walk because I like who I am when I walk

    today it’s an elaborate set
    everything setup to tell me
    who one was, and who one once wanted to be
    and when I wake up
    a whole bedroom to tell me
    I am the kind of thing
    who acquires things like these
    some house
    in my mind sends a spark
    telling me to walk
    to read poems
    and to listen
    to every recording I have ever made

    to draw a line
    from there to here

    And when it all I have taken in
    what now shall we say?

    your guess
    is as good as this
    were you also to wake up here
    and be told
    that all of these things
    are you

    who then would you say you are?
    and how do you know, that that…
    that that is not me?
    that you are not me?
    and if we could know…
    could I also be? both or either you or me?
    or could I be
    be… incongruence

    today
    if I could

    I think

    just be alive
    and be
    glad to be

    as, given the evidence, it seems to me
    neither you nor I
    have almost ever been

    so…
    this one
    is on us
    it is for us

    I will, today, be glad to be
    alive
    and in so doing
    I am hoping
    it does us both a favor

  • February 16, 2022

    this too

    it is opposition to experience that creates suffering
    notice in you
    that you have the space for all of it
    without even trying
    it all has come upon you
    and you did not crumble
    it tried to trick you
    and sometimes you wonder
    if it will win
    but this too
    is an experience
    and without any effort
    you experienced it
    and if your body suffers
    and your mind follows
    this too
    is all yours
    to have
    and to hold
    as long as you’d like

    and your breath today
    could be tomorrow’s stain
    and
    this
    too
    is
    yours

    and someday
    you may notice
    you have space
    for every bit
    of all of it

    and when at last
    life drinks you up
    you
    will be all of us
    who had the privilege to have
    any part of you

  • February 13, 2022

    I, like a dream

    I had a very good dream
    though I’ve forgot what it was
    I awoke smiling though
    and I’m hopeful
    in my final rest
    it will be me
    like the dream
    and all of you smiling

  • January 30, 2022

    Why Empathy is Immoral (Usually)

    Do you imagine you know how someone else is feeling? Well stop. Your thinking you do is the problem, and I can prove it. Whatever “problem” you think you are solving with such an exercise I propose is destitute upon arrival. On the contrary, my sense is that most problems between humans are caused by exactly this sort of thought experiment. I can think of (almost) no definition of empathy that escapes it from the criticism I intend to levy. What is that criticism?

    Empathy is antithetical to conflict resolution. Have you ever worked up the courage to address the person whose behavior brought up the most profound pain in you? Only for them to say something like:

    Well, I don’t understand why that bothered you so much, it wouldn’t bother me! In fact, it doesn’t bother every other soul I have ever said it to!

    Ouch.
    Have you ever heard something any more invalidating than that?! Well, news flash, that person just exercised empathy. They did just as we recommended to them. They imagined themselves in your shoes. They walked through what feelings might have come up for them if they were in your situation and they concluded… that you are the problem. Empathy has taught them that what you are *saying* you feel is flatly incorrect. Because they know how you feel! Maybe they truly have had an identical situation, and so they know just how they felt when in it. Therefore, they conclude, you are describing the feeling of that situation incorrectly. And if you are describing it incorrectly, it is presumably on purpose, or else you ought to allow them to more correctly tell you how you are feeling. And if you do not allow them to tell you how you are feeling then therefore you must be doing so for some ulterior motive. Thus, their mind begins racing “why, why is this person lying? Do they just want to get out of work? They want to manipulate me with their emotions? They want me to pity them so that they can get their way?” and on and on it goes. Arguments of this sort never truly end.

    But Nathanael, you might say, that is just an example of someone who *lacks* true empathy! To which I respond: I disagree. Empathy is, as a matter of fact, a subjective experience. Definitions of empathy all hover around something like “understanding how another person is feeling and feeling it too.” The problem, it seems to me, lies in the use of this word understanding. A word whose definition gets even slipperier. Yet we can nevertheless notice that to understand is a subjective experience. The scientist studies objective things in such a way so as to bring about the subjective state of understanding. The tree does not care what we know about it. It makes no difference to the tree whether we understand it or not. Furthermore, neither I, nor the tree, can know when the scientist has or has not acquired understanding. Therefore, understanding is, in the most basic sense, a subjective mental state.

    All this to say, when we take ourselves to understand someone else’s experience (yet alone to imagine we are experiencing it too) we inherently restrict ourselves from believing their firsthand testimony. To “empathize” just is literally for me to take myself to know what another person’s experience is like, an experience which, by all accounts I do not have access to. Nor do you.

    The diversity of human experience is much too wide an array for us to think we might, after any amount of effort, suddenly know what another person is experiencing. Rather than empathizing, I propose we just start believing what others tell us about their internal experience. Make space for it.

     

    Well Nathanael, you are saying to yourself, you truly have utterly eviscerated empathy… but then why does the title of this article include the word “usually” in parentheses at the end there?

    That is a great question, and I will answer it.

    We could well define empathy as something more complex like:

    To believe others who describe when a need has not been met in them and subsequently imagining what it is like for you in cases when that need has also not been met in you.

    Even this is not quite as clear as I’d like but at least it does not presume that our experiences are identical. I’d wish it to include more commentary on how problematic it is to take yourself to understand or know what another person’s experience is like. I’d wish it to include reference to the observation that all feelings are just ways that our bodies remind us of our underlying basic human needs.

    Do I want to say more? Yes. Will I? No. Not here.

    What is the antidote? In my opinion, it is non-violent communication.

  • December 29, 2021

    anything

    I miss everyone
    who has ever been
    anything to me

    and I wonder
    if I am ever still
    anything
    to you

  • December 10, 2021

    witnesses

    To everyone                       who showed
    and thus committed
    with the two of us
                                   on that day
    to be there
    for the both of us
                                    and then
    did nothing
    except show up
    to collect her things
                    and some of mine

    you
    you are as rotten
                    as they come
    and no more rotten        
    than as rotten                   as me

    and to my parents
    who drove
    some 700 miles
    twice
    I wonder
    if you can feel it
    at all
    the way that I do
                    the way
    effort                    never correlates
    with outcomes
    quite the way    one wants
    never quite the way
                    you told me        to trust
                    that it would.

    and to you
                    on a starry throne                            reclined
    your heel            
    and our necks
    on every continent
    barely men
                    what can we say               except
    to hell
    we go
    for sin
    unshown.

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