TRUE FICTION

TRUE FICTION

A Poem by Vol

What is there about infinitely thin

slices of time like the pages of a book, and

Virginia Woolf ‘s idea of experience?


From all sides they come, an incessant

shower of innumerable atoms; and

as they fall, as they shape themselves

into the life of Monday or Tuesday,

the accent falls differently from of old;

the moment of importance came not here

but there…

Today is thousands of leaves printed by atoms,

The mind receives a myriad impressions �"

trivial, fantastic, evanescent, or engraved

with the sharpness of steel,

recognized by what we call our 'senses'.”


The universe is organized by the order

in which our sensual neurons fire electrons

at one another in the OK Corral of our brains...

an effort to find out who the hell we are and

what the hell is going on. And why? All

while the total of human knowledge doubles

every twelve hours, and our wisdom falls

to nothing more than her “Modern Fiction.”

But the story we choose to tell of ourselves

is a lie, because try as it might, wisdom is still

sitting back there in the dust of our stampede

to stupidity.


© 2024 Vol


Author's Note

Vol
Try as it might, wisdom is still sitting
back there in the dust in our stampede
to stupidity.


and we still don’t know a damn thing
about anything important

 it comes down to that question of whether intelligent behavior has to arise from consciousness – and Tononi’s theory would suggest it’s not.

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Well Vol, I would love to have an opinion on this, but seeing as I was only yesterday, dutifully carrying out my sensible grown-uppage while walking along a trail in the rain and got distractled by a puddle and the need like a four year old child to jump in it, which I did!!!!! Only goes to shoe I should be precluded from any serious debate on the grounds of childishness, so there!
But I content myself with the fact that even Einstein, Plato and that clever git in a wheelchair once realised how puny man's thoughts were, that can be thrown into forgetfulness by the perfect body ratio of seeing a lady type person in the distance and thinking "look at the rack on that!
We will be our own demise, of that I am sure...and when it does come round, we will all be groping in the dark for a lady to ease our pain....Even those snowflake modern ones that pretend they give a crap, all in the hope of being seen as considerate and hopefully to get laid.
They will be our undoing, of that I am sure. They cannot be allowed to breed or we will all end up in a handbasket to hell!
Must dash, the postie is chapping the door and shouting something about needing to sign my cancellation order! 😃

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Month Ago

Hahaha... and even more bizarre!
If I may, sir...
How about "Lamppost" as a cue? Eit.. read more
Lorry

1 Month Ago

Sure....hopefully. 😃
Vol

1 Month Ago

I know, right? I hope so, too...



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Well Vol, I would love to have an opinion on this, but seeing as I was only yesterday, dutifully carrying out my sensible grown-uppage while walking along a trail in the rain and got distractled by a puddle and the need like a four year old child to jump in it, which I did!!!!! Only goes to shoe I should be precluded from any serious debate on the grounds of childishness, so there!
But I content myself with the fact that even Einstein, Plato and that clever git in a wheelchair once realised how puny man's thoughts were, that can be thrown into forgetfulness by the perfect body ratio of seeing a lady type person in the distance and thinking "look at the rack on that!
We will be our own demise, of that I am sure...and when it does come round, we will all be groping in the dark for a lady to ease our pain....Even those snowflake modern ones that pretend they give a crap, all in the hope of being seen as considerate and hopefully to get laid.
They will be our undoing, of that I am sure. They cannot be allowed to breed or we will all end up in a handbasket to hell!
Must dash, the postie is chapping the door and shouting something about needing to sign my cancellation order! 😃

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Month Ago

Hahaha... and even more bizarre!
If I may, sir...
How about "Lamppost" as a cue? Eit.. read more
Lorry

1 Month Ago

Sure....hopefully. 😃
Vol

1 Month Ago

I know, right? I hope so, too...
Vol, you are hard man. Surely, someone, somewhere, sometime, has exhibited intelligent behavior of some sort. And if it does not arise from consciousness, then from where? To be intelligent, first one has to be.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vol

1 Month Ago

John,
Consciousness s not something that carries an innate sense of right and wrong in any re.. read more

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My name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..

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