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I don’t need to “get ahead” in human society as-it-is.

I need to provide for my survival & operations in nature as mediated by human society as-it-is, while more & more effectively playing my part in the transformation of human society to how-it-should-be—more just & (carefully discriminating between what does others good & what only encourages their continuing errors & suffering) kind.

Whatever else I’m doing, I’m always exploring for, mining, smelting, forging, & attempting to distribute these gambits, however often I’m told that they “aren’t what we’re looking for.” You bet they aren’t!

I’m not seeking to join cliques of poets, artists, analysts, or those who have agreed on this or that set of doctrines, tho I’m happy to participate when what they are doing & what I’m doing coincide, or mainly overlap. I love cooperation & loyalty—others to me, & I to others!

I find insights in the doctrines of religious & scientific sectarians; in the strategies & experiences of warriors & entrepreneurs, managers, financiers, politicians, from the most extraordinarily righteous to the most corrupt; in expressions of the most enlightened & masterful, & also the most programmed & deluded artists of all genres; & likewise historians; in the antics of those so upset that they give up the common pretense of being able to control themselves; in the behavior of other species; in the algorithms & habits of professionals, craftsmen, inexperienced & experienced laborers; & mothers; & the spontaneous explorations & inventiveness of children & adults who haven’t entirely suppressed the awed beginner element in themselves.

I gratefully modify my thinking & behavior, & use what I learn from them.

I’ve come a long way, & have a long way yet to go.


Poetry is not my cause. What’s my cause, then? It’s uttered on the pages of this site. (It’s your cause, too.)


I have spent a great amount of the time & energy with which I have been blessed, defending myself from those who, meaning well by me, would have me be other than I am, in order to reduce friction with my contemporaries, & defending myself from those who do not mean me well, & wish to use me for their purposes, at my expense.

It’s a battle I expect to last as long as I live.

I accept it that I may not have the cunning & force to preserve myself as complete as I am now (which is nowhere near as complete as seems possible & desirable to me), but I don’t accept that I should allow myself to be diminished & defeated.

Furthermore, defending myself is merely “first things first.”

Then there is the matter of working on behalf of others fighting similar battles, which I call righteous behavior.

I’m not sure how much success I will enjoy fighting this battle, either.

But, in that cause, I work at increasing my ability to provide for & defend myself, & also to change the situation in which others like myself & I continue to suffer from normal & abnormal varieties of madness putting now more, now less pressure on us, various modes, from every direction—& from the tyranny of individuals, oligarchies, & national or local majorities, or psychopathic minorities.


Many of these so-called poems have been posted or published, in the USA or elsewhere, 50, 40, 30, 20, 10 years ago, or more & more recently.

The viewpoints of the publications & websites have varied remarkably, from very pious to the most provocative, from many angles.


Humanity’s mostly insane & unjust agendas—allocation of resources & assigning of tasks—are mainly set by heirs of (often ill-gotten or tyranny-complicit) wealth; efficient purveyors of trinkets & nostrums; skillful rentiers & their eager acolytes; mere technicians (however brilliant); confidence men & women dancing around & spouting trivial, unhelpful, often enslaving rhetoric contrary to what is actually so; the most cunning & so-far luckiest bureaucrats; those who abandon themselves to rage or dependence; & formal & informal generals & admirals careless of the wisdom or folly, righteousness or wickedness of goals they victoriously achieve, or fail to achieve, at the expense of many dying, & many others lacking resources with which to thrive & do something saner.

I’m working to rectify the situation.

I’m not talking about violence, tho on rare occasions others won’t allow any other means of survival or liberty: I’m in the reasoning-&-imagining-together business.

I’m not willing to kill strangers for some subordinate prize some deluded so-called leader can’t bear to fail to gain or hold.

So far, each time I’m overwhelmed, I recover, after a briefer or longer period, & resume my efforts.


I don’t need to “get ahead.” But, if I can do so without doing wrong, or spending all my time doing something of subordinate importance rather than what’s most important, or inciting fatal or disabling enmity—I’ll work for wealth & power enough to extend my life-time a little, & to compete more effectively with those who use wealth & power to establish & maintain unjust advantages, hierarchies, mind-sets, & activities.


What I need to do is to evolve from helplessness to competence to prowess, & from narrow competences & foolish pride to broader & broader competences & prowesses, without the foolish pride, & to change my situation & what humanity is doing, forever, for better.


I hope you will now begin to explore the 100. I believe you will benefit from them—& enjoy the process—tho, of course, only when you don’t have something more essential & appropriate to do.

I am counting on no-one but you.


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2 Responses to “Preface”

  1. Kelly Mahan Jaramillo Says:

    I do not like facebook much, and often stay off of it for days, I only go on to read something interesting on in a language group I belong to.

    But once on……I have to resist getting sucked into the tornado of humanity, because hours later I will look up and have missed a beautiful sunset, in exchange for lots of political opinion, some interesting articles, more political opinion, some humor, and more political opinion.

    By then I will have joined in the commotion, and when I finally log off, I will wonder where my day/week/month/the season went.

    However, I have occasionally put one of your “So-Called Poems” up as my “status” and then I leave it there for a long time.

    If I am lucky, maybe two people will read it, and I will feel good for them. But ultimately I am selfish, I put it up for me because it helps me to not get swept up in the cyber-chaos, if the first words I read are yours.

    As always, Eric, thank you.

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