musings

Written on 02/28 at 01:44 AM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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There are two things I believe in so passionately that they drive the direction and course of my very existence. The first is the power of an impassioned, energetic individual with a vision to alter the course of history. This transformative power (or is it a responsibility?) is what Buckminster Fuller referred to as a 'trimtab solution.' A trimtab is "a tiny rudder on the trailing edge of the main rudder that causes an initial momentum to allow the main rudder to turn with less effort." In other words, these great individuals make it easier for society to turn in a new direction, by giving their surroundings a push.



The Lover

Written on 02/23 at 06:54 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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The Lover

Snow piled on the ground whilst I slept,
Pure white specks of water cascading
From the darkest corners of the sky,
And unbeknownst to me my heart lept
Like the tongue of a forest insect,
Snatching at air and not knowing why.

Morning made the world as bright
And tempting as empty paper,
And at the border of vision and sight
I saw an endless expanse, upon which
Doubt, hope, fear, bliss, and pain,
Were imprinted by the footsteps of light.

With aching brain, locked inside my house,
Thoughts of time overcame timeless thoughts.
Yet even the winter months could not douse
The flame that compels the world to grow.
And so, asleep or awake, joyous or sad,
My heart begs the world to be its spouse.



Thoughts

Written on 02/18 at 12:09 PM by Andy Posner 0 comments

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"A sack of sugar must be sliced open that the sweetness may spill forth."At times I feel as though the very fabric of space were tearing open, and all the stellar energy of the cosmos rushing through my body, my thoughts, my existence, my being. It is a fierce, frenetic, agonizing sensation, one of tremendous bliss, agony and tenderness spun together like the colors of a dancer's dress, violently blending into one as she whirls. I imagine myself a whirling dervish, only still, more still than "the still point of the turning world" that T.S. Eliot described.



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