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New Writing Projects

THINGDOM BY FAR

 

I am pleased to announce several new writing projects, all non-fiction.  At age 64, there are certain things I need to say, and not in a fictionalized manner, and that includes the sequel to the romance Novel, New Kiss Horizon which I am proud to say is also NON-fiction NKH WITH BADGE

 

  1. All I have is a working title, and  it is paramount that I tell the truth about myself; no one else can, and yes; I do indeed love my Thing, with all my heart! seen with me above.  

 

I have too many wonderful things to say to let it pass as fiction. Yeah, at age 64, I am in love at last.  You don’t know when its going to happen, but I knew from the very fort Kiss; well, no need to go into all that, but yeah, his Kiss is something very special 

 

 

all true, as lived.

 

2. I will also be writing  a book about my son.

A certified Mensa genius! Dont let anyone tell you the brown young men are not as highly intelligent  as anyone else.  My son scored in the top 2% of IQ, not an IQ test designed to bypass the cultural bias in the “standard” test,  but on the Standard test.  The world need to know about more Brown and Black women and men who are or can be achievers.  They exist.  One should not be ashamed of doing well! 

 

ansted with brussel sprouts copy

 

I can’t wait to write this as only I know the entire story, and I want to tell it while it is possible.

 

3. A new collection of  poetry. I already have selected a title with help from my Thing.  I find him so inspiring and in just writing series of texts to my Literary Executor, I discovered the titles in what I was saying to him, implying that had I sent him no texts, I would not have have this need, this urgency to make stuff, this time out of words.

 

May your journeys through life be as rewarding.

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One Word

My essay “Sixpack” about Forking Sysetems was published in “One Word” by Sarabance Books, and you may see the video as well as read the essay which I will post here after the video:

One Word book

 

 

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Sixpack

by Thylias Moss

“fork”

“flux” “limited” “mezzy” “scale” “simultaneity”

 

Sixpack

by Thylias Moss

“fork”

“flux” “limited” “mezzy” “scale” “simultaneity”

fork

To begin with what happens when saying fork in English, when a native speaker, to limit1 1to be dealt more fully later although fullness and limit may seem opposed unless

contemplating a situation, such as existence, that is full of limits, which perhaps would be a waste of an opportunity to be full; an existence full of limits just outright seems incapable of exploiting fullness, well, fully. Of late, limit has taken on a link (difficult to limit or prevent associations when information is electrically imprinted in a neural network, the apparently simultaneous deployment of soft anchors to multiple neural information hubs, attaching another facet to each info group (soft because of their plasticity, ability to be reworked, to bend, to expand). More research is needed here, more experimentation which certain funding sources would want to limit to non- human subjects, fearing monsters before the trials conclude with, ideally, near-perfect methods and interventions that control how information is processed in the brain, maybe even a junk section that the limited thinker could empty through a programmable sequence of blinks and grunts. It would be great to see something emptying from the brain’s disposal portal, to see a stream of junk info flowing out of a head into a sewer (the electrical discharge associated with emptying the junk bin perhaps could be amplified with some small —I’m thinking nano—device implanted somewhere in the nervous system, allowing the discharge to be simulated visually and/or sonically—maybe technology developed from the work that has resulted in the vOIce project Seeing with Sound in which the totally blind can see: http://  www.seeingwithsound.com/).

this beginning further, speaks fork,2 the upper central incisor teeth almost bite the f of the word into the lower lip, and air is forced through the opening.

2fork: a language system that references multiple simultaneous operations; for instance: to think one way and behave in a different manner, to take a position inconsistent with established cues, clues, promises, trends, expectation; to deliberately establish cues, clues promises, trends so as fork away from them; the love of deception; to stick that which is expecting something based on established cues with a fork; a pursuit- evading maneuver; to go one way then fork often abruptly in an unanticipated direction, foiling the pursuit; to be able to split, to be inhabited by forking personalities, each one of them capable of speaking fork.

As for native speaker—some clarification is needed here too, I suppose, for those of us (I mean me and others) with a sensitivity to the use of native:3

3the local, not outside of the environment of this defining location; not an immigrant; undisputed, undisputable member of this, entitled by birthright, belongs in this incredibly limited1 forker girl’s4

4female practitioner of 11limited fork poetics: the study of interacting language systems: any/all visual, sonic, olfactory, tactile systems/ subsystems on any/all scales

clarifying reference tool kit5

5that is: what these terms also look like in a mirror, specifically: gravitational mirroring,6

6subjected to an intensity such that there is displacement; the reflection as visual echo, reverberations of the deflecting encounter, a repositioning relocating the mirage, the dictionary and the anti-dictionary7

7As on an episode of Columbo, his hair as black as deep space gravity can look, the black of gravity’s effect in and near a black hole also a mirror; the episode in which a genius club member murders a rival genius by dictionary with the help of an umbrella and Tchaikovsky’s overture to Romeo and Juliet.

the mirage and its double, the meanings and the other meanings; the deviation that opens something, a little split so that meanings can be biopsied to determine what else, what they really contain

a term which isn’t exactly double-edged, as native3 has more than two edges, so is crystalline in structure, each edge further edged as magnification, beyond this text focus, can reveal; but I do mean specifically two edges, and the doubling of edge-intensity, so sharper effects17 are achieved— even though positioning on the edge might be problematic, the apparently increased opportunity to fall off that edge, even if edge is a nod to the progressive—and such a fall is particularly problematic since no drop-off range has been indicated, so it would be a fall off the edge into nothing, and this is not the place, no matter how intense—or edged—the interest becomes to fall into a discussion of the physics and philosophical implications of a fall into something defined as nothing, nothing indicating some form of negative space even though landing in negative space is exactly where the use of native also arrives, negative as in derogatory, negative as in less than zero, outside of the range of what can be detected by the unassisted senses (including assistance with anti-discrimination legislation).8

8consider the less-than-zero position in society of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man

who says in the prologue:

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me…That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes with which they look through their physical eyes upon reality.

Those sensitive (I mean me and others) might perceive (the perception encasing what is perceived in a reality, perception treating the object of perception as fact in the manner of its actual [in the fact of the manner of its] imprinting into neural networks where imprint sorting along a reality gradient does not occur) misuse in the usage being risked here;

a native speaker then, someone speaking a language as a first language of that speaker in a location where that language is commonly spoken, the language of the country of the person’s birth, even if the language of this country is not the native language of that country, meaning not the first or original language of that country, but an imported language, as in a non-indigenous species that thrives (possibly via chokehold) in new surroundings whose threats successful against other species, perhaps other native species, are no threats to the transplant, so to speak English in North America is not to speak the language native to North America. The native languages, to use another out-of- fashion, out-of-taste, pretty much out-of-any-redeeming-value value of native, not even a redeeming mirage; the native languages of North America would be the languages of the native populations or savages, the uncivilized, designations easier to make if the tongue is forked, split,9 able to speak from both sides of the mouth simultaneously,

9the forked or split tongue suggests the possibility of torture technique to carry out the splitting, the work of single or double-edged splitters, such as the magic used to split Anderson’s Little Mermaid’s fish tail, reverberations and echoes of the split experienced each time she walks, splitting again the consequences of her decision into knives and forks, utensils that are means to access something, their purpose being to assist with access, as in extending access to higher social classes through use of the right fork with each course of the meal.

to state and contradict simultaneously, to juxtapose, to increase the likelihood of consistent indication of the presence of alternative, to more authentically represent the existence of multiplicity of meaning, to simulate justice through pointing to more than one way, to be pro-choice of expression, to be indecisive, unable or unwilling to commit to a single path, to extend the tongue’s pickup ability through adding functionality similar to chopsticks, the forked tongue is also

able to wrap its two serpent-prongs or tines around a single chopstick or similar stem so as to form a mouth-borne caduceus, a figure associated with healing; a forked tongue may also become a plaited tongue, a fashion statement in word and appearance.

To fork is to have more than one way to go, to split, to increase options, each one of which may be referred to as a prong or tine. To fork is to use a fork, possibly to create a system of bifurcations, possibly to choose a particular avenue of tine for some period of time. To fork is to use a fork, possibly to access something and make what is accessed useable by decreasing distance from what is accessed and the user of the fork. To fork is to lift. To fork is to dig into and possibly separate or filter with the branches or prongs. There is definitely the likelihood of loss, through the branches or prongs, of some portion of what is being accessed, what is being forked up. To fork is to support with the fork. To fork is to be at the location or to the location where something splits into more parts. To split is to divide into more parts; the earthquake forks the house, the bridge, the road. The coroner forks the cadaver in an autopsy. The broken bone is a forked bone. A yodel is a forking note. A tree is a bifurcating system of branches. A root system is a bifurcating system of branches. The bifurcated mandrake. A bifurcating system is a forking system. Each evolutionary branch and sub-branch is an evolutionary fork or sub-fork. What a fork manages to lift is a forkful even if the fork is not at maximum lift capacity. The arm and hand system is a forking system. The digits or fingers of the hand are bifurcations or tines, usually articulated tines; a bird’s foot, the articulated robotic hand of The Terminator;10 the articulated robotic claw in those grab-a-toy mechanical gyp-boxes such as was in the lobby of my local Chi-chi’s before closure and is still in the lobby of my local branch (fork) of the Quality 16 cinema chain (forked system) where Limited Fork Poetics11 was born. Tyne12 Daly is       being inducted right now into a branch of the fork hall of fame. The twin (or two-pronged) towers

of the World Trade Center system had a system of exterior forks as part of the structural and aesthetic integrity of the WTC.13

10 A film in three, to date, parts or tines (forks) featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger in a branch (or fork) of his career as the title character, from a fork of future that is also a fork of past, who attempts create an alternative tine of future by using a present moment (the now in which the movie takes place) as a bifurcation point

12Tyne Daly played “Mary Beth Lacey,” a detective on the television crime drama “Cagney and Lacey”; her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame is marked by five bifurcation points (locations to which forking has arrived and/or locations from which forking can proceed). Tyne is the name of a river system in England. A tributary or branch of a river may be considered a tine of the river; such a river is forked. A fork in a road is a bifurcation point, a location where a road or segment of a road splits into at least one additional segment. Tyne is considered a variation, or branch, of Tine which is considered a branch or bifurcation of Martina and Tina.

Tine is the name of a Norwegian dairy producer also Norway’s biggest food company (at the time of this writing), a name that resonates (a bifurcating gesture or movement; the rippling water forks; branches of a forking system need not be straight and need not remain straight if they are or become straight for some length of time) in Norway as reference to a bentwood box used in the 17th century and later for carrying and storing food, primarily butter and cheese.14, 15

ebvmarjg.htm

14        http://www.dmi.org/dmi/html/publications/news/ebulletin/

15 development of Tine logo; 3 bifurcations, next to Tine Lady,

the face of Tine; both images forked (lifted, accessed) from:

http:// www.dmi.org/dmi/html/publications/ news/ebulletin/ebvmarjg.htm

13 from Tribute WTC.org

16 An image of a fork and spoon as seen at tributewtc.org

(Tribute WTC.org) recovered from the wreckage, probably from Windows on the World restaurant.

The eating utensil fork can be unforgiving, can bully the

steak, the chicken, the prime rib; the eating utensil fork can hold the meat in place, prevent it from sliding on the smooth surface of a plate so that big meat can be cut done to pieces of a size easy to handle and swallow; the larger incarnation is a carving fork that holds in place bigger meat that will be cut, dissected into individual servings; scissors17 are on an evolutionary branch of the fork family.

This consideration of fork has been forking in order to consider fork; this commentary has forked as literary device; when not a verb, when not involved in activity (see flux), when a noun, a fork is commonly a device or tool. The tines of a fork system need not be in direct

contact with the handle or concept but can be; the branches of the fork may be linked to it remotely or through metaphor. There is no maximum number of tines that a fork may have. A fork may have both direct and indirect tines attached to it. Tines need not be linear. Each tine may support multiple bifurcation points. A maze or labyrinth is a forking system. The space between tines may be wide or narrow. Whether wide or narrow, the fork may lose something or some part of something to the spaces between. When the space between tines is sufficiently small, it may not be possible to perceive the presence of any space between the tines without the aid of instruments calibrated to measure on the scale of gap. When the space between tines is imperceptible on a scale of human aided or unaided perception, the fork may be considered as and may function practically as a shovel. A shovel plays less a role in flux than does fork. A snow shovel is usually a device to lift snow. A snow fork is a device or instrument that measures properties of snow.18A snow fork could also be a fork made of snow or a fork in which some of the tines are snow-covered for some period of time.

18 See a snow fork here: Toikka oy

and read about how the snow fork functions.19 19 Footnotes are tines and sub-tines

Many dead-ends are also tines.

A conjoined twin is a forked twin.

HD DVD’s and Blu-Ray discs are tines, one of which may remain open and likely to produce more tines, one of which may become a dead end.

A circular closed tine may also be hoop, ring, loop, feedback loop; a system of at least two closed tine loops can also be used to indicate infinity or the bones of a bow tie. Apple Computer’s address: One Infinite Loop is a fork of grab, the tines so close together they seem one, a fist, a forkful that is a handful, a hand closed around what a fork has grasped and not letting go; a palm reader reads forks, a palm reader navigates forks, a palm tree is a binary fork system, as are most trees: bifurcating roots20 and bifurcating branches,21 the apple, fig, coconut; fruit as bulbous tines, grapes as bulbous tines in clusters, wine as bulbous tines liquefied; the nervous system is a forking system as is My Galactic Octopus,22 as is the nervous system of an octopus, as is an octopus.

20 A sewer system forks.

21 A ventilation system forks.

22 My Galactic Octopus was a selection in the 2007 Venturous Vanguard Film Festival and may be watched now on the forkergirl channel:

My Galactic Octopus

flux

Sounds like the material itself, the word for the substance that is flux, a noun, an object whose shape is not nearly as defined as the word, the fluidity of the nature of flux, the elasticity of flux, the plasticity, the looseness, the space between the components of flux, the shape of generality, at the very least an advanced form of flax, an easily accomplished mutation, shape-shifting root of shape-shifting, and how lucky that this turn at this bifurcation point or fork is a turn toward an enabler of mutation, the constant state of flux or activity; the motion that so far, the universe seems to be riding, shockwaves forking out in every direction noting the centerlessness of flux, reverberations of the big bang or of whatever the event was that got things moving, movement that has not ceased, an overriding shimmy, the collective aggregated wobble-states, not inertia, the band Newton Flux, the establishment of cycles, the sense of travel, intrinsic wanderlust, have existence: will travel, will move; glow and luminosity as movement, the speed of light, time, chaos theory, vibration, strings, sound, flux sounds like an energy drink, the energy, stamina to keep up, keep moving, how dynamic existence is, tireless, barhopping, name of a nightclub, name of a computer program, of the language to make the program do something, a flux of cards indicates a player adept in bluffing, a name of a placebo, a synonym for synthesis, brand name for the latest fake fat, a transit system: we are in flux, the transitions, the transitory stations in the movement arcs revealed when an action is revealed in slow motion; the transitions, the transitory movement revealed when inaction is revealed speeded up; flux a time-lapse system that moves mountains, the shape of the universe, in flux: cyclic, a periodic bit of flux moving in the substance flux is a comet, name of a future system of space travel, of the vehicle that travels deep space, another name for dark matter, to be in transition, the name for transitory existence, the breakdown of radioactive elements, where one is and remains while advancing by halves in Zeno’s Paradox, free-formed and reforming place, continuous change, the body is in flux, the economy is in flux, gas prices are in flux, political climates are on flux, the global climate is in flux, the rain forest is in flux, national boundaries are in flux, Palestine is in flux, Israel is in flux, morals are in flux, test scores are in flux, technology is in flux, flux is in flux, a physiological flowing as in diarrhea, as in dysentery, as in the bursting of the dot com bubble (as if a fork had been stuck in it), the tumbling as in a clothes dryer: the clothes tumble in flux, the pattern of movement of debris in a vortex, the organized bait ball of a flux of sardines, the total electric or magnetic field passing through a surface, the flux mixed with a substance to lower its melting point, to melt: to go to flux, a flux of snowmen in the January thaw, a sad flux of Arctic and Antarctic ice, glacial flux, the process by which an event occurs, polite reference to promiscuity, some flux is also agitation, to be unable to rest, to stop, to cease to exist altogether; in flux, unable to get out of flux to be nothing, to not change form, to not decompose, to not aggregate, to not clump (the curdling of the universe into clusters and clumps of stars, star systems), to not smear, to do and be nothing, denial of an ending, grand procrastination, flux-tamer: a girdle, a shaper that forces a limit on midriff and abdominal bulge, brassiere, skin that changes shape as you do, the means through which that which is without intrinsic motion moves, what is in or on the car, in or on the earth, in or on the galaxy, in or on the universe, to stand still and move through time, the flux paradox: to move and go nowhere, synonym for the popping of static, for particle acceleration, swarm, dance: involuntary and voluntary forms, jitterbug, jittery bugs, pulses, moving from one to another, partnerships, relationships, ins and outs, pollination, propagation, a propulsion system, Æon Flux (2005, film, moving picture): Æon Flux is the assassin that has been assigned by the underground rebels to change the course of Mankind, forever. This is the story of her fight for justice,

freedom, and revenge. Written by Cinema Fan (who writes plot summaries for films at the Internet Movie Database, a website in flux, wiki-content, FLUX: the Florida Linux Users Xchange, FluxEuropa: dark music and more, the news is in flux, tenure is meant to be anti- flux, heat transfer, matter transfer: flux as in transport phenomena, flux capacitor: the device in Back to the Future that enabled time travel, De Lorean upgrade, Fluxus: an intermedia movement whose making and thinking can have profound aesthetic impact; an artistic transport system, an antidote to aesthetic inertia in whatever gets made, to go with the flow, to collaborate with movement, the flux position of the Andy Goldsworthy’s nature collaborations, sustained flux, though not constant for all that is flux apparently simultaneously, relative movement as various rates of movement, the sustained tendency for movement to occur on some scale, flux: a state of being in progress, humanity in flux, flux may flex, may be able to bend, warp, return to prior shape that is not identical for the return occurring at a different time, for a difference in energy output, acquisition, the big bang was also a big push, f-lux, function: luminosity, human luminosity perception, luminosity factor, flux as a vibrating (system of) tethers (dynamic forks, tines) that link constituents of the universe to each other, forming through the links a composite structure called universe, a wiki-universe, variation of flocks: groups/subgroups who believe that the sum of flux is the whole shebang.

limited

…for it is known that there are boundaries whether or not the exact nature of a boundary is known at any given moment or can be known at some specified moment; indeed, the abilit y t o s pe c if y a mome nt demonstrates a means of isolating a moment, of focusing on a moment, to discard what is not part of a specified moment, to exclude that which is not part of the moment being considered, to be able to exert parameters of confinement, to filter, to distill, to deal with specified parts, to develop and apply rules of focus, rules of concentration, parameters of inclusion, to be unable to exceed something, to be at capacity, not possible to go further, the inadequacy of knowledge, just short of cure, finite cap to any number of infinities within the borders, the point beyond which there is nothing, the privilege of being on the other side of nothing, exclusive, only for those with certain specifications, qualifica tions, restricted, location of power, wealth, pulls out all the stops, makes few stops along the trip, the laws that limit, that curb power, owners of a company legally responsible for no more than the capital invested, cannot be exceeded, the pinnacle, the best, for once and for all, the best film (etc.) to remain the best each year until a new film stretches the limit, raises the bar, otherwise, Shakespeare wins Nobel prize for literature year after year after year, the line between possible and i m p o s s i b l e , p e r m i s s i b l e a n d prohibited, a limit can be in flux, new data can push, revise, reassign limits, the limit of one circumstance is not necessarily the limit of any other circumstance, a limit may be shared, may be disputed, a speed limit can be

exceeded, often with consequences, to exceed the limit of the speed of light is to have to rethink ideas that have exceeded the appropriate limits or brakes easily placed on ideas, becoming fundamental concepts instead, the foundation of other truths of existence, to be limited: to be without much talent or promise, consigned to be pretty much the way it is now, in need of air, water, nutrients, limited to need something outside of self.

mezzy

first off: variation of mezze: a Mediterranean appetizer because there is always hunger,

some of which is for the mezzy of existence, for essence, for the exceeding of apparent limits, for a way to stretch, for exquisite, for elegant, for any purpose, the spiritual mezzy, the mezzy art as a means of elevation, the physical mezzy, visible architecture, structures, houses of mezzy evidence, a restaurant in Oakland, the mezze of poetry: the endless feast for the insatiable appetite for meaning, luminous resonance, toward zenith, little bits of tasty treats to please the palate, syllables, stanzas, the delight of poam, planned or impromptu, get some mezzy here: The Mezzy Factor, here: The Mezzy           Factor continues, and here: The Inevitable Mezzy of Poetry; the mezzy of ability to locate and taste the delicious, to have no significant limit to how much mezzy can be tolerated, to feast today, to feast now and be full, extended, ascending, zenith-bound only to have the sun set, to experience digestion, the extraction of nutrients, shrinkage of the consumed, the bounded, the limited via consumption mezzy, to have room for more mezzy, to make room for more mezzy, to need to consume more, to be unable to exhaust the mezzy supply, to be limited to seeking, desiring mezzy, popular mezze dishes include: babaghanoush, tabbouleh, rocket salad (salatat jarjir), kibbeh, shanklish, sausages that are treasure chests opened with bites, mezzy menus that are on tables of content, search results such as the menu of mezzy results when Tokyo Butter opens, the Song there, the mezzy that sings, Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders, Everything that Rises, Andrew Zimmern’s bizarre foods, the taste of everything, when mezzy morsels rot, when mezzy morsels decompose, the result is more mezzy, maggot pilgrims come to mezzy the mezzy, it cannot get putrid enough to completely wreck the mezzy, oh instead it can putridly enhance, there is the mezzy of putrefaction, the toxic is an edible idea, the mezzy of idea, taste of whole Google earth, whole shebang food, what is possible to be forked, a mezzy is a forkful, the engine, the power of the universe, the fuel and the fuel burner is a mezzy cooker, whatever exists is a         mezzy cook, to catch snowflakes on the tongue, to run through hordes of fireflies and locusts with the mouth open is to be mezzy ready, mezzy receptive, and a little bit of a beautiful fool.

scale

It’s about time to fork this into perspectives, about time to weigh and determine what’s present, what’s active according to perspectives accessible without devices and with devices designed to extend (within the limits of their making) what the senses can access, it’s time to scale this, remove those lime deposits, the tartar on teeth, the tiles on butterflies, moths, fish, preparing them for something else, to be of more use on a human, a specific cultural perspective, let’s supply context, a way to order, a musical sequence, order of magnitude, duration, to interpret, a way to check the reasonableness, a table of feasibility, the various tracts and tracks of time, relativity of perspective, dry skin, a basic feather, to scale: to remove scales, to cross scale quickly, to move by powers of ten, to use metaphor as a tool to cross scale, seeking symmetry, seeking archetypal patterns on multiple scales, the repetition of form in the universe, the redundancy of basic forms with which to build endless variety, distribution, graphs, maps, diagrams, the Mandelbrot set, scale models, in proportion, chains, justice, measure, relative size, enlarge, shrink, fractals, the repetition of propagation, scale, rate of change, saturation, the temperature scale, increments of measure, processing units, local events on a local scale, magnification reveals scale toward the smaller, toward the larger, telescope, microscope, tele-scale, micro-scale, impact, determination of significance, insignificance and the relative meaning, impact of these determinations on various and across scales, a tool for setting balance, tone, scale factor for the expansion of the universe, for the collapse, dimensions, the boundaries of accountability, obesity monitor, a scale factor multiplies, the perception of wow intensified, multiplied as Grant Williams as The Incredible Shrinking Man shrank away, dissipated, the rate: scale of his dissipation correlated to the rate: scale of expansion of his awareness of the scale of this, his place value, the scale of placement of exponents, superscripts, approximations, greater than, less than enclosures, how something is seen, how something can be seen, alternative representation of the same, of similar information, packaging, integrity manager, what is being considered, what is available, scale of the undertaking, of the menu, ratio, Fujita scale of tornadic activity, Beaufort scale of wind activity (includes reference to horse heads which scale for me a silhouette that embraces fiddles, and the related, on that scale, treble clef of seahorse), the Saffir-Simpson scale of hurricane intensity, to be scales, to be evaluated, rated, assigned a relative position, family of man (includes these forks: women, children, ~97% of chimpanzee DNA).

simultaneity

Stop right here

Simultaneity should not be last

If simultaneity exists, it is not last

So while a linear scale managed progress through the layout of these definitions, in truth, fork, flux, limited, mezzy, scale, simultaneity existed concurrently

on different scales, at different rates of changes, different levels of perceptibility, different and multiple locations; all have been present in some form(s) in some location(s).

The pattern of distribution of these elements is not necessarily linear, but any flux portion forked for examination may be perceived or momentarily limited to parameters of investigation in which a linear assessment makes sense and on the scale of circumstances being considered, linear behavior manifests, holds true for calculations and observations while at the same time, in a larger consideration, on a different scale, assessments may need adjusting, for what works, what makes sense, what has truth and mezzy on a particular scale may fail, that failure offering a mezzy of failure, as scale shifts, what makes sense shifts, what has truth shifts, mezzy shifts; the mezzy constant is the existence of, the persistence of a form of mezzy.

Is it that the forms of what exists on each scale on which something exists are necessarily changing? No.

Just watching it can change its behavior.

It probably has behavior without being watched.

But one possibility of simultaneity is that of consensus, that of conspiring to maintain the simultaneous existence itself; the collective exertion of belief in the shared existence projects that existence, that limit of what is; the mezzy of collaboration, for everything existing to manifest some element, some evidence (presently detectable by others or not, whose development of tools to detect presences is usually constrained by the ways in which those developers have been shaped by perceiving to seek [perceptible] evidence) of presence on some scale for some period of time, measured according to some perspective, on some scale so that there is no universal time for the simultaneous manifestation of presence.

Simultaneity then suggests occurrence during a shared unit of time, the length or duration, the experience of the shared unit differing according to the perspective of the constituents sharing the unit of time; it isn’t even the same time on earth, separation of hours, of degree, scale of light, darkness; for some hours (relative to a computation of hour in this solar system on this planet) of a day (relative to a computation of day in this solar system on this planet in this galaxy in this universe) it isn’t even the same day on earth, all inhabitants of earth do not use the same calendar; from each scale, from each perspective, there is a different implication of simultaneity.

I do like the starburst model of simultaneous acceleration of the known universe, the universe in which there is some trusted evidence of occupancy, other universes, which may exist simultaneously, at this moment (scale of time) existing speculatively, existing in hopes, wishes, imagination so is real there, in the realm of limits of mind, existing if not

exactly parallel, then with the external mostly-three-dimensional (it seems) universe; I do like the shape of that more- or-less uniform expansion, the idea of growth in all directions, with little detectable discrimination, as eager a move toward heavens as toward hells; I do like the distribution of growth occurring as air imparts growth to a balloon, and while there may not be precisely equitable distribution of debris if and when the balloon bursts, if the balloon model of universe is accurate; while there may not be equitable distribution of debris if and when the balloon bursts, I envision a mezzy of curved, of eccentric fork tines; I envision a luminous chrysanthemum of petals and flowers extending in arcs and curves, bends, luminous warps and displacements, forever fading, forever fizzling, dropping seeds,     manufacturing more cool, way cool universes, antiverses.

Sixpack

by Thylias Moss

“fork”

“flux” “limited” “mezzy” “scale” “simultaneity”

fork

To begin with what happens when saying fork in English, when a native speaker, to limit1 1to be dealt more fully later although fullness and limit may seem opposed unless

contemplating a situation, such as existence, that is full of limits, which perhaps would be a waste of an opportunity to be full; an existence full of limits just outright seems incapable of exploiting fullness, well, fully. Of late, limit has taken on a link (difficult to limit or prevent associations when information is electrically imprinted in a neural network, the apparently simultaneous deployment of soft anchors to multiple neural information hubs, attaching another facet to each info group (soft because of their plasticity, ability to be reworked, to bend, to expand). More research is needed here, more experimentation which certain funding sources would want to limit to non- human subjects, fearing monsters before the trials conclude with, ideally, near-perfect methods and interventions that control how information is processed in the brain, maybe even a junk section that the limited thinker could empty through a programmable sequence of blinks and grunts. It would be great to see something emptying from the brain’s disposal portal, to see a stream of junk info flowing out of a head into a sewer (the electrical discharge associated with emptying the junk bin perhaps could be amplified with some small —I’m thinking nano—device implanted somewhere in the nervous system, allowing the discharge to be simulated visually and/or sonically—maybe technology developed from the work that has resulted in the vOIce project Seeing with Sound in which the totally blind can see: http://  www.seeingwithsound.com/).

this beginning further, speaks fork,2 the upper central incisor teeth almost bite the f of the word into the lower lip, and air is forced through the opening.

2fork: a language system that references multiple simultaneous operations; for instance: to think one way and behave in a different manner, to take a position inconsistent with established cues, clues, promises, trends, expectation; to deliberately establish cues, clues promises, trends so as fork away from them; the love of deception; to stick that which is expecting something based on established cues with a fork; a pursuit- evading maneuver; to go one way then fork often abruptly in an unanticipated direction, foiling the pursuit; to be able to split, to be inhabited by forking personalities, each one of them capable of speaking fork.

As for native speaker—some clarification is needed here too, I suppose, for those of us (I mean me and others) with a sensitivity to the use of native:3

3the local, not outside of the environment of this defining location; not an immigrant; undisputed, undisputable member of this, entitled by birthright, belongs in this incredibly limited1 forker girl’s4

4female practitioner of 11limited fork poetics: the study of interacting language systems: any/all visual, sonic, olfactory, tactile systems/ subsystems on any/all scales

clarifying reference tool kit5

5that is: what these terms also look like in a mirror, specifically: gravitational mirroring,6

6subjected to an intensity such that there is displacement; the reflection as visual echo, reverberations of the deflecting encounter, a repositioning relocating the mirage, the dictionary and the anti-dictionary7

7As on an episode of Columbo, his hair as black as deep space gravity can look, the black of gravity’s effect in and near a black hole also a mirror; the episode in which a genius club member murders a rival genius by dictionary with the help of an umbrella and Tchaikovsky’s overture to Romeo and Juliet.

the mirage and its double, the meanings and the other meanings; the deviation that opens something, a little split so that meanings can be biopsied to determine what else, what they really contain

a term which isn’t exactly double-edged, as native3 has more than two edges, so is crystalline in structure, each edge further edged as magnification, beyond this text focus, can reveal; but I do mean specifically two edges, and the doubling of edge-intensity, so sharper effects17 are achieved— even though positioning on the edge might be problematic, the apparently increased opportunity to fall off that edge, even if edge is a nod to the progressive—and such a fall is particularly problematic since no drop-off range has been indicated, so it would be a fall off the edge into nothing, and this is not the place, no matter how intense—or edged—the interest becomes to fall into a discussion of the physics and philosophical implications of a fall into something defined as nothing, nothing indicating some form of negative space even though landing in negative space is exactly where the use of native also arrives, negative as in derogatory, negative as in less than zero, outside of the range of what can be detected by the unassisted senses (including assistance with anti-discrimination legislation).8

8consider the less-than-zero position in society of Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man

who says in the prologue:

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me…That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes with which they look through their physical eyes upon reality.

Those sensitive (I mean me and others) might perceive (the perception encasing what is perceived in a reality, perception treating the object of perception as fact in the manner of its actual [in the fact of the manner of its] imprinting into neural networks where imprint sorting along a reality gradient does not occur) misuse in the usage being risked here;

a native speaker then, someone speaking a language as a first language of that speaker in a location where that language is commonly spoken, the language of the country of the person’s birth, even if the language of this country is not the native language of that country, meaning not the first or original language of that country, but an imported language, as in a non-indigenous species that thrives (possibly via chokehold) in new surroundings whose threats successful against other species, perhaps other native species, are no threats to the transplant, so to speak English in North America is not to speak the language native to North America. The native languages, to use another out-of- fashion, out-of-taste, pretty much out-of-any-redeeming-value value of native, not even a redeeming mirage; the native languages of North America would be the languages of the native populations or savages, the uncivilized, designations easier to make if the tongue is forked, split,9 able to speak from both sides of the mouth simultaneously,

9the forked or split tongue suggests the possibility of torture technique to carry out the splitting, the work of single or double-edged splitters, such as the magic used to split Anderson’s Little Mermaid’s fish tail, reverberations and echoes of the split experienced each time she walks, splitting again the consequences of her decision into knives and forks, utensils that are means to access something, their purpose being to assist with access, as in extending access to higher social classes through use of the right fork with each course of the meal.

to state and contradict simultaneously, to juxtapose, to increase the likelihood of consistent indication of the presence of alternative, to more authentically represent the existence of multiplicity of meaning, to simulate justice through pointing to more than one way, to be pro-choice of expression, to be indecisive, unable or unwilling to commit to a single path, to extend the tongue’s pickup ability through adding functionality similar to chopsticks, the forked tongue is also

able to wrap its two serpent-prongs or tines around a single chopstick or similar stem so as to form a mouth-borne caduceus, a figure associated with healing; a forked tongue may also become a plaited tongue, a fashion statement in word and appearance.

To fork is to have more than one way to go, to split, to increase options, each one of which may be referred to as a prong or tine. To fork is to use a fork, possibly to create a system of bifurcations, possibly to choose a particular avenue of tine for some period of time. To fork is to use a fork, possibly to access something and make what is accessed useable by decreasing distance from what is accessed and the user of the fork. To fork is to lift. To fork is to dig into and possibly separate or filter with the branches or prongs. There is definitely the likelihood of loss, through the branches or prongs, of some portion of what is being accessed, what is being forked up. To fork is to support with the fork. To fork is to be at the location or to the location where something splits into more parts. To split is to divide into more parts; the earthquake forks the house, the bridge, the road. The coroner forks the cadaver in an autopsy. The broken bone is a forked bone. A yodel is a forking note. A tree is a bifurcating system of branches. A root system is a bifurcating system of branches. The bifurcated mandrake. A bifurcating system is a forking system. Each evolutionary branch and sub-branch is an evolutionary fork or sub-fork. What a fork manages to lift is a forkful even if the fork is not at maximum lift capacity. The arm and hand system is a forking system. The digits or fingers of the hand are bifurcations or tines, usually articulated tines; a bird’s foot, the articulated robotic hand of The Terminator;10 the articulated robotic claw in those grab-a-toy mechanical gyp-boxes such as was in the lobby of my local Chi-chi’s before closure and is still in the lobby of my local branch (fork) of the Quality 16 cinema chain (forked system) where Limited Fork Poetics11 was born. Tyne12 Daly is       being inducted right now into a branch of the fork hall of fame. The twin (or two-pronged) towers

of the World Trade Center system had a system of exterior forks as part of the structural and aesthetic integrity of the WTC.13

10 A film in three, to date, parts or tines (forks) featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger in a branch (or fork) of his career as the title character, from a fork of future that is also a fork of past, who attempts create an alternative tine of future by using a present moment (the now in which the movie takes place) as a bifurcation point

12Tyne Daly played “Mary Beth Lacey,” a detective on the television crime drama “Cagney and Lacey”; her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame is marked by five bifurcation points (locations to which forking has arrived and/or locations from which forking can proceed). Tyne is the name of a river system in England. A tributary or branch of a river may be considered a tine of the river; such a river is forked. A fork in a road is a bifurcation point, a location where a road or segment of a road splits into at least one additional segment. Tyne is considered a variation, or branch, of Tine which is considered a branch or bifurcation of Martina and Tina.

Tine is the name of a Norwegian dairy producer also Norway’s biggest food company (at the time of this writing), a name that resonates (a bifurcating gesture or movement; the rippling water forks; branches of a forking system need not be straight and need not remain straight if they are or become straight for some length of time) in Norway as reference to a bentwood box used in the 17th century and later for carrying and storing food, primarily butter and cheese.14, 15

ebvmarjg.htm

14        http://www.dmi.org/dmi/html/publications/news/ebulletin/

15 development of Tine logo; 3 bifurcations, next to Tine Lady,

the face of Tine; both images forked (lifted, accessed) from:

http:// www.dmi.org/dmi/html/publications/ news/ebulletin/ebvmarjg.htm

13 from Tribute WTC.org

16 An image of a fork and spoon as seen at tributewtc.org

(Tribute WTC.org) recovered from the wreckage, probably from Windows on the World restaurant.

The eating utensil fork can be unforgiving, can bully the

steak, the chicken, the prime rib; the eating utensil fork can hold the meat in place, prevent it from sliding on the smooth surface of a plate so that big meat can be cut done to pieces of a size easy to handle and swallow; the larger incarnation is a carving fork that holds in place bigger meat that will be cut, dissected into individual servings; scissors17 are on an evolutionary branch of the fork family.

This consideration of fork has been forking in order to consider fork; this commentary has forked as literary device; when not a verb, when not involved in activity (see flux), when a noun, a fork is commonly a device or tool. The tines of a fork system need not be in direct

contact with the handle or concept but can be; the branches of the fork may be linked to it remotely or through metaphor. There is no maximum number of tines that a fork may have. A fork may have both direct and indirect tines attached to it. Tines need not be linear. Each tine may support multiple bifurcation points. A maze or labyrinth is a forking system. The space between tines may be wide or narrow. Whether wide or narrow, the fork may lose something or some part of something to the spaces between. When the space between tines is sufficiently small, it may not be possible to perceive the presence of any space between the tines without the aid of instruments calibrated to measure on the scale of gap. When the space between tines is imperceptible on a scale of human aided or unaided perception, the fork may be considered as and may function practically as a shovel. A shovel plays less a role in flux than does fork. A snow shovel is usually a device to lift snow. A snow fork is a device or instrument that measures properties of snow.18A snow fork could also be a fork made of snow or a fork in which some of the tines are snow-covered for some period of time.

18 See a snow fork here: Toikka oy

and read about how the snow fork functions.19 19 Footnotes are tines and sub-tines

Many dead-ends are also tines.

A conjoined twin is a forked twin.

HD DVD’s and Blu-Ray discs are tines, one of which may remain open and likely to produce more tines, one of which may become a dead end.

A circular closed tine may also be hoop, ring, loop, feedback loop; a system of at least two closed tine loops can also be used to indicate infinity or the bones of a bow tie. Apple Computer’s address: One Infinite Loop is a fork of grab, the tines so close together they seem one, a fist, a forkful that is a handful, a hand closed around what a fork has grasped and not letting go; a palm reader reads forks, a palm reader navigates forks, a palm tree is a binary fork system, as are most trees: bifurcating roots20 and bifurcating branches,21 the apple, fig, coconut; fruit as bulbous tines, grapes as bulbous tines in clusters, wine as bulbous tines liquefied; the nervous system is a forking system as is My Galactic Octopus,22 as is the nervous system of an octopus, as is an octopus.

20 A sewer system forks.

21 A ventilation system forks.

22 My Galactic Octopus was a selection in the 2007 Venturous Vanguard Film Festival and may be watched now on the forkergirl channel:

My Galactic Octopus

flux

Sounds like the material itself, the word for the substance that is flux, a noun, an object whose shape is not nearly as defined as the word, the fluidity of the nature of flux, the elasticity of flux, the plasticity, the looseness, the space between the components of flux, the shape of generality, at the very least an advanced form of flax, an easily accomplished mutation, shape-shifting root of shape-shifting, and how lucky that this turn at this bifurcation point or fork is a turn toward an enabler of mutation, the constant state of flux or activity; the motion that so far, the universe seems to be riding, shockwaves forking out in every direction noting the centerlessness of flux, reverberations of the big bang or of whatever the event was that got things moving, movement that has not ceased, an overriding shimmy, the collective aggregated wobble-states, not inertia, the band Newton Flux, the establishment of cycles, the sense of travel, intrinsic wanderlust, have existence: will travel, will move; glow and luminosity as movement, the speed of light, time, chaos theory, vibration, strings, sound, flux sounds like an energy drink, the energy, stamina to keep up, keep moving, how dynamic existence is, tireless, barhopping, name of a nightclub, name of a computer program, of the language to make the program do something, a flux of cards indicates a player adept in bluffing, a name of a placebo, a synonym for synthesis, brand name for the latest fake fat, a transit system: we are in flux, the transitions, the transitory stations in the movement arcs revealed when an action is revealed in slow motion; the transitions, the transitory movement revealed when inaction is revealed speeded up; flux a time-lapse system that moves mountains, the shape of the universe, in flux: cyclic, a periodic bit of flux moving in the substance flux is a comet, name of a future system of space travel, of the vehicle that travels deep space, another name for dark matter, to be in transition, the name for transitory existence, the breakdown of radioactive elements, where one is and remains while advancing by halves in Zeno’s Paradox, free-formed and reforming place, continuous change, the body is in flux, the economy is in flux, gas prices are in flux, political climates are on flux, the global climate is in flux, the rain forest is in flux, national boundaries are in flux, Palestine is in flux, Israel is in flux, morals are in flux, test scores are in flux, technology is in flux, flux is in flux, a physiological flowing as in diarrhea, as in dysentery, as in the bursting of the dot com bubble (as if a fork had been stuck in it), the tumbling as in a clothes dryer: the clothes tumble in flux, the pattern of movement of debris in a vortex, the organized bait ball of a flux of sardines, the total electric or magnetic field passing through a surface, the flux mixed with a substance to lower its melting point, to melt: to go to flux, a flux of snowmen in the January thaw, a sad flux of Arctic and Antarctic ice, glacial flux, the process by which an event occurs, polite reference to promiscuity, some flux is also agitation, to be unable to rest, to stop, to cease to exist altogether; in flux, unable to get out of flux to be nothing, to not change form, to not decompose, to not aggregate, to not clump (the curdling of the universe into clusters and clumps of stars, star systems), to not smear, to do and be nothing, denial of an ending, grand procrastination, flux-tamer: a girdle, a shaper that forces a limit on midriff and abdominal bulge, brassiere, skin that changes shape as you do, the means through which that which is without intrinsic motion moves, what is in or on the car, in or on the earth, in or on the galaxy, in or on the universe, to stand still and move through time, the flux paradox: to move and go nowhere, synonym for the popping of static, for particle acceleration, swarm, dance: involuntary and voluntary forms, jitterbug, jittery bugs, pulses, moving from one to another, partnerships, relationships, ins and outs, pollination, propagation, a propulsion system, Æon Flux (2005, film, moving picture): Æon Flux is the assassin that has been assigned by the underground rebels to change the course of Mankind, forever. This is the story of her fight for justice,

freedom, and revenge. Written by Cinema Fan (who writes plot summaries for films at the Internet Movie Database, a website in flux, wiki-content, FLUX: the Florida Linux Users Xchange, FluxEuropa: dark music and more, the news is in flux, tenure is meant to be anti- flux, heat transfer, matter transfer: flux as in transport phenomena, flux capacitor: the device in Back to the Future that enabled time travel, De Lorean upgrade, Fluxus: an intermedia movement whose making and thinking can have profound aesthetic impact; an artistic transport system, an antidote to aesthetic inertia in whatever gets made, to go with the flow, to collaborate with movement, the flux position of the Andy Goldsworthy’s nature collaborations, sustained flux, though not constant for all that is flux apparently simultaneously, relative movement as various rates of movement, the sustained tendency for movement to occur on some scale, flux: a state of being in progress, humanity in flux, flux may flex, may be able to bend, warp, return to prior shape that is not identical for the return occurring at a different time, for a difference in energy output, acquisition, the big bang was also a big push, f-lux, function: luminosity, human luminosity perception, luminosity factor, flux as a vibrating (system of) tethers (dynamic forks, tines) that link constituents of the universe to each other, forming through the links a composite structure called universe, a wiki-universe, variation of flocks: groups/subgroups who believe that the sum of flux is the whole shebang.

limited

…for it is known that there are boundaries whether or not the exact nature of a boundary is known at any given moment or can be known at some specified moment; indeed, the abilit y t o s pe c if y a mome nt demonstrates a means of isolating a moment, of focusing on a moment, to discard what is not part of a specified moment, to exclude that which is not part of the moment being considered, to be able to exert parameters of confinement, to filter, to distill, to deal with specified parts, to develop and apply rules of focus, rules of concentration, parameters of inclusion, to be unable to exceed something, to be at capacity, not possible to go further, the inadequacy of knowledge, just short of cure, finite cap to any number of infinities within the borders, the point beyond which there is nothing, the privilege of being on the other side of nothing, exclusive, only for those with certain specifications, qualifica tions, restricted, location of power, wealth, pulls out all the stops, makes few stops along the trip, the laws that limit, that curb power, owners of a company legally responsible for no more than the capital invested, cannot be exceeded, the pinnacle, the best, for once and for all, the best film (etc.) to remain the best each year until a new film stretches the limit, raises the bar, otherwise, Shakespeare wins Nobel prize for literature year after year after year, the line between possible and i m p o s s i b l e , p e r m i s s i b l e a n d prohibited, a limit can be in flux, new data can push, revise, reassign limits, the limit of one circumstance is not necessarily the limit of any other circumstance, a limit may be shared, may be disputed, a speed limit can be

exceeded, often with consequences, to exceed the limit of the speed of light is to have to rethink ideas that have exceeded the appropriate limits or brakes easily placed on ideas, becoming fundamental concepts instead, the foundation of other truths of existence, to be limited: to be without much talent or promise, consigned to be pretty much the way it is now, in need of air, water, nutrients, limited to need something outside of self.

mezzy

first off: variation of mezze: a Mediterranean appetizer because there is always hunger,

some of which is for the mezzy of existence, for essence, for the exceeding of apparent limits, for a way to stretch, for exquisite, for elegant, for any purpose, the spiritual mezzy, the mezzy art as a means of elevation, the physical mezzy, visible architecture, structures, houses of mezzy evidence, a restaurant in Oakland, the mezze of poetry: the endless feast for the insatiable appetite for meaning, luminous resonance, toward zenith, little bits of tasty treats to please the palate, syllables, stanzas, the delight of poam, planned or impromptu, get some mezzy here: The Mezzy Factor, here: The Mezzy           Factor continues, and here: The Inevitable Mezzy of Poetry; the mezzy of ability to locate and taste the delicious, to have no significant limit to how much mezzy can be tolerated, to feast today, to feast now and be full, extended, ascending, zenith-bound only to have the sun set, to experience digestion, the extraction of nutrients, shrinkage of the consumed, the bounded, the limited via consumption mezzy, to have room for more mezzy, to make room for more mezzy, to need to consume more, to be unable to exhaust the mezzy supply, to be limited to seeking, desiring mezzy, popular mezze dishes include: babaghanoush, tabbouleh, rocket salad (salatat jarjir), kibbeh, shanklish, sausages that are treasure chests opened with bites, mezzy menus that are on tables of content, search results such as the menu of mezzy results when Tokyo Butter opens, the Song there, the mezzy that sings, Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonders, Everything that Rises, Andrew Zimmern’s bizarre foods, the taste of everything, when mezzy morsels rot, when mezzy morsels decompose, the result is more mezzy, maggot pilgrims come to mezzy the mezzy, it cannot get putrid enough to completely wreck the mezzy, oh instead it can putridly enhance, there is the mezzy of putrefaction, the toxic is an edible idea, the mezzy of idea, taste of whole Google earth, whole shebang food, what is possible to be forked, a mezzy is a forkful, the engine, the power of the universe, the fuel and the fuel burner is a mezzy cooker, whatever exists is a         mezzy cook, to catch snowflakes on the tongue, to run through hordes of fireflies and locusts with the mouth open is to be mezzy ready, mezzy receptive, and a little bit of a beautiful fool.

scale

It’s about time to fork this into perspectives, about time to weigh and determine what’s present, what’s active according to perspectives accessible without devices and with devices designed to extend (within the limits of their making) what the senses can access, it’s time to scale this, remove those lime deposits, the tartar on teeth, the tiles on butterflies, moths, fish, preparing them for something else, to be of more use on a human, a specific cultural perspective, let’s supply context, a way to order, a musical sequence, order of magnitude, duration, to interpret, a way to check the reasonableness, a table of feasibility, the various tracts and tracks of time, relativity of perspective, dry skin, a basic feather, to scale: to remove scales, to cross scale quickly, to move by powers of ten, to use metaphor as a tool to cross scale, seeking symmetry, seeking archetypal patterns on multiple scales, the repetition of form in the universe, the redundancy of basic forms with which to build endless variety, distribution, graphs, maps, diagrams, the Mandelbrot set, scale models, in proportion, chains, justice, measure, relative size, enlarge, shrink, fractals, the repetition of propagation, scale, rate of change, saturation, the temperature scale, increments of measure, processing units, local events on a local scale, magnification reveals scale toward the smaller, toward the larger, telescope, microscope, tele-scale, micro-scale, impact, determination of significance, insignificance and the relative meaning, impact of these determinations on various and across scales, a tool for setting balance, tone, scale factor for the expansion of the universe, for the collapse, dimensions, the boundaries of accountability, obesity monitor, a scale factor multiplies, the perception of wow intensified, multiplied as Grant Williams as The Incredible Shrinking Man shrank away, dissipated, the rate: scale of his dissipation correlated to the rate: scale of expansion of his awareness of the scale of this, his place value, the scale of placement of exponents, superscripts, approximations, greater than, less than enclosures, how something is seen, how something can be seen, alternative representation of the same, of similar information, packaging, integrity manager, what is being considered, what is available, scale of the undertaking, of the menu, ratio, Fujita scale of tornadic activity, Beaufort scale of wind activity (includes reference to horse heads which scale for me a silhouette that embraces fiddles, and the related, on that scale, treble clef of seahorse), the Saffir-Simpson scale of hurricane intensity, to be scales, to be evaluated, rated, assigned a relative position, family of man (includes these forks: women, children, ~97% of chimpanzee DNA).

simultaneity

Stop right here

Simultaneity should not be last

If simultaneity exists, it is not last

So while a linear scale managed progress through the layout of these definitions, in truth, fork, flux, limited, mezzy, scale, simultaneity existed concurrently

on different scales, at different rates of changes, different levels of perceptibility, different and multiple locations; all have been present in some form(s) in some location(s).

The pattern of distribution of these elements is not necessarily linear, but any flux portion forked for examination may be perceived or momentarily limited to parameters of investigation in which a linear assessment makes sense and on the scale of circumstances being considered, linear behavior manifests, holds true for calculations and observations while at the same time, in a larger consideration, on a different scale, assessments may need adjusting, for what works, what makes sense, what has truth and mezzy on a particular scale may fail, that failure offering a mezzy of failure, as scale shifts, what makes sense shifts, what has truth shifts, mezzy shifts; the mezzy constant is the existence of, the persistence of a form of mezzy.

Is it that the forms of what exists on each scale on which something exists are necessarily changing? No.

Just watching it can change its behavior.

It probably has behavior without being watched.

But one possibility of simultaneity is that of consensus, that of conspiring to maintain the simultaneous existence itself; the collective exertion of belief in the shared existence projects that existence, that limit of what is; the mezzy of collaboration, for everything existing to manifest some element, some evidence (presently detectable by others or not, whose development of tools to detect presences is usually constrained by the ways in which those developers have been shaped by perceiving to seek [perceptible] evidence) of presence on some scale for some period of time, measured according to some perspective, on some scale so that there is no universal time for the simultaneous manifestation of presence.

Simultaneity then suggests occurrence during a shared unit of time, the length or duration, the experience of the shared unit differing according to the perspective of the constituents sharing the unit of time; it isn’t even the same time on earth, separation of hours, of degree, scale of light, darkness; for some hours (relative to a computation of hour in this solar system on this planet) of a day (relative to a computation of day in this solar system on this planet in this galaxy in this universe) it isn’t even the same day on earth, all inhabitants of earth do not use the same calendar; from each scale, from each perspective, there is a different implication of simultaneity.

I do like the starburst model of simultaneous acceleration of the known universe, the universe in which there is some trusted evidence of occupancy, other universes, which may exist simultaneously, at this moment (scale of time) existing speculatively, existing in hopes, wishes, imagination so is real there, in the realm of limits of mind, existing if not

exactly parallel, then with the external mostly-three-dimensional (it seems) universe; I do like the shape of that more- or-less uniform expansion, the idea of growth in all directions, with little detectable discrimination, as eager a move toward heavens as toward hells; I do like the distribution of growth occurring as air imparts growth to a balloon, and while there may not be precisely equitable distribution of debris if and when the balloon bursts, if the balloon model of universe is accurate; while there may not be equitable distribution of debris if and when the balloon bursts, I envision a mezzy of curved, of eccentric fork tines; I envision a luminous chrysanthemum of petals and flowers extending in arcs and curves, bends, luminous warps and displacements, forever fading, forever fizzling, dropping seeds,     manufacturing more cool, way cool universes, antiverses.One Word book

Fedora

Today, I completed a poem about my favorite hat, 

 

A MOST SPECIAL HATFairly ordinary, I guess as far as hats are concerned.  But I tend to wear this hat most days.

 

A gift from a friend of mine, Thomas Robert Higginson; it’s my hat now.

 

Some photos of me in this hat, and more photos of the hat itself:

This is also collaboration with his hat; little bit of him remains in it.  

Golden Coach

by Dobbs

 

 

I have already promised to wear my hat for someone.  Pole-dancing I believe.  

Will say more when there is more to say. 

 

Great Wednesday in these Ann Arbor parts.

 

All about my hat, a gift from Thomas Robert Higginson, Ansted Moss composed and performed the music that I arranged, and I also perform the vocals, derived from poems written by co-learners (members) of a graduate writing encounter, called “class” by others.

 

I am most eager to honor a most special hat, and lucky that a system of co-learners happened to write  poems about a “Fedora“, poems that I compiled into a soundtrack for this little unassuming slideshow.

 

Please enjoy.

Thank you.

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Online Dating and New Kiss Horizon

 

For this post, I use my former match dot com photo, and my former ok cupid photos.  

They caused quite a stir.  More than I was hoping for actually.  More than I really wanted?  No;

I wanted more; I wanted to see if it was true that I can attract attention.  I really did.  I really do.  All the time.  

“Only dating explained image from this URL: )

Online dating explained

 

My photos from online dating, (by the way, I am 63 years old, have never dieted in my life, have never had any reconstructive surgery, no cosmetic work of any kind.  I do not even wear make-up, no hair weave, extensions or wigs, WSIWYG –all the way.  I have never lied about my appearance): 

 

I self-identity as mixed race, because that is what I am, and I am not ashamed of this at all.  To be honest, I would not mind if more races mixed; for that is true interaction as long as all participating parties agree to interact; all interacting parties leave something behind, and all interacting parties take something different away, do not interact if you are not willing to change, if you must cling to what you were previously, before interacting for interacting will change you if you let it.    

 

a definition of “interaction” states: “:  mutual or reciprocal action or influence” –all interacting parties  change!  

(so stated right here: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/interaction

 

–Sure changed me, and I am still changing.  Among the many things Thomas Robert told me, all of them wonderful, by the way, he said: “If ever I change my mind, I will tell you” –an he has said nothing to that effect.  So I believe when he say din August 2016, that he loves me–

 

(I do not feel right about online dating; maybe I will in time, but I cannot rush… I have to take my time.  I do not want to make any mistakes; I do not want to feel any pressure, especially just to have  a man not so far away as  Thomas Robert Higginson is.   I also want to be fair to all involved, especially to my own heart. I feel guilty just a bit. I do not want to feel this way, but I am also involved in the promotion of New Kiss Horizon, my most recent book to date, and I want to do justice ti that unbelievable love, and that will take time.  I have a feeling that  will still be pretty; Thomas Robert was the first man to call me that and mean it.  Not just those catcalls I often heard.  He spoke from his heart, and I am not at liberty to say right here all that Thomas Robert said to me –over many, many years –as the real man behind that name, to the real woman behind the character’s name. )

What I have come to believe via “Limited Fork Theory (and life experience, to be sure), is that much racial discrimination can and will cease when there is more acceptance of mixture.  I do not go back five or six generations, no further than my own father, and his father, both pictured here:

 

 

 

Two of the few photos with my father, I was a teenage bride; I never met my paternal  grandfather while he was alive:

 

 

Here is some info about these men and my experience with train whistles: (courtesy questions Bracken Hamlet asked me on Facebook):  

“My father, those long low moans, my father coming back to me… sounds dissolving in the air, night calls, his bounce becoming a sky. He has a long way to travel, from death and its tucking of things inside itself, called burial, but only him curling his tongue into semblance of an ichneumon fly, and that sound is the curl, chalk writing on the night sky. My father once cooked for the railroad, making slaw, his own recipe under handle of the Big Dipper, making a prayer come true, that is what I hear, my father calling me, and I answer, another train, car of his train switching onto another track, and we speak to each other in those whistles, and train treadles of heart traffic…

Warm, loved, a track itself so the trains could enter the station of my heart and join all other memories of him, whippoorwills answering me, duets and trios with scent of dogwood racing along the tracks, the frogs too, a thick froggy carpet that squishy road between homes of my southern grandmothers, one black and the other something else, oh, those platforms where I would wait for the train. My father often whistled and could sound like a train, like President Kennedy too with a yodel stuck in his throat, that’s what he said, the sound of him cutting cabbage for his slaw with the rim of a tin can as shiny as the rails themselves; that my father was rail-thin was often said, he was traveling the best way he could, those special trains, Nickel Plate and Ollie’s; one even said Saskatchewan

You know, I will always miss my father. Always. I was never spanked because of him; he did not believe in hitting; if something can be loved, you don’t hit, you love it. That is how he raised me , so unlike my mother; how different they were. I don’t think she ever hard the trains. Maybe just a screech of metal on metal, trains encountering obstruction on the tracks, circles in her mind, constricting it. Oh I also recall the magic of being in Terminal Tower when the locomotives chugged into Higbees underground, and the magicians’ smoke filled the space, overlaid more drawings on the luscious artwork, murals (that never should have been destroyed, work sewer rats could do, but I would think that even they would gag on such colorful profundity and drop like tubes of oil paint, potential usefulness squeezed out, fat gray gloves decorating the scene); smoke gushing out of the front silver plate, folded with the fold pointing out like a collar cradled in silvery recollections; this is what irons wanted to be, but not even that Rowenta came close, the steam irons would slobber on the clothes when they weren’t working properly; they wanted to be flattened for usefulness on the railroads, my paternal grandfather built them, hammer and pickaxe, Native American, Caucasian and immigrant from India, dry-land stevedore, oh, oh, oh, these memories….those murals in Terminal Tower railroad station“:

 

— Some of this deserves, warrants repeating, and some of this will pear in slightly different form in a book I am at long last writing about my father, including a scene I will have to completely  imagine since my father’s death in 1980; he got to see not one  of my books while he was alive; he never got to see his only biological grandson; he never got to see me truly happy with a man, the way I was with Thomas Robert Higginson, and I wish my father could have seen that photo of me standing beside Thomas Robert on a bridge, happiest weekend off my life so far;  (even my son who never met my father, commented that he had never seen me happy with a man before, and I know with all my heart that  true.  

 

–Must sidetrack for just a bit right here, because I was married  for forty years, and did not know the pleasure I found with Thomas Robert —  says a lot about Thomas Robert, I know, and it is not my intention to embarrass him; but when a man has achieved something as special as this, you just do not keep it to yourself, 

 

(If you want to know more, and I hope you do, then by all means read, New Kiss Horizon!

new-kiss-horizon

 

 

 

end of sidetracking, but not the end, probably never will be, of feelings for Thomas Robert Higginson)

 

 

(find out more about New Kiss Horizon here :

 

NEW KISS HORIZON LINKS:

 Link to “New Kiss Horizon” on Smashwords: 

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/683373

 Link to “New Kiss Horizon” paperback on Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss/dp/1540584496

 Link to “New Kiss Horizon” Kindle book on Amazon: 

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss-ebook/dp/B01N1K0PLC

 Link to Thylias Moss Amazon writer page: 

https://www.amazon.com/Thylias-Moss/e/B001JSBOQQ 

Vashtis Blog (narrator of NKH, maintaining a blog so that readers may keep in touch with developments in the character’s life beyond the book):

Vashti’s blog URL:

 https://vashtisblog.wordpress.com/)

 

 

Dear Thomas, I sure hope that you do not mind my posting in this blog a photo that said to me was pure “delight’ –that’s what I felt, also; I am standing right beside you where I belong, and you are standing right beside me where you belong, always:

THYLIAS MOSS AND BOB HOLMAN on a bridge in Chicago 2014

Vashti Astapad Warren with Thomas Robert Higginson: love in full bloom

and I am writing a scene in which my father is holding his usual study, his brothers-in-law sitting at the dining room table , table my mother still has, by the way, his lectures on the composition and location of the human soul, a bottle  of Old Mr. Boston nearby, pale in the glasses, like my skin when it sparkles (as it did when I was with Thomas, especially whenever he kissed me and I kissed him); Thomas Robert is a drinker too; they would have enjoyed each other very much, and my father would have been joyous indeed to see that I had loved someone like Thomas Robert Higginson.

 

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image from :http://www.liquor.com/brands/mr-boston/

 

 

Back to the business of reverie, and repetition, for all of this is true, nothing truer has ever existed:

 

You know, I will always miss my father. Always. I was never spanked because of him; he did not believe in hitting; if something can be loved, you don’t h it, you love it. That is how he raised me , so unlike my mother; how different they were. I don’t think she ever hard the trains. Maybe just a screech of metal on metal, trains encountering obstruction on the tracks, circles in her mind, constricting it. Oh I also recall the magic of being in Terminal Tower when the locomotives chugged into Higbees underground, and the magicians’ smoke filled the space, overlaid more drawings on the luscious artwork, murals (that never should have been destroyed, work sewer rats could do, but I would think that even they would gag on such colorful profundity and drop like tubes of oil paint, potential usefulness squeezed out, fat gray gloves decorating the scene); smoke gushing out of the front silver plate, folded with the fold pointing out like a collar cradled in silvery recollections; this is what irons wanted to be, but not even that Rowenta came close, the steam irons would slobber on the clothes when they weren’t working properly; they wanted to be flattened for usefulness on the railroads, my paternal grandfather built them, hammer and pickaxe, Native American, Caucasian and immigrant from India, dry-land stevedore, oh, oh, oh, these memories….those murals in Terminal Tower railroad station

 

copyright © 2017 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

 

My Birthday weekend ((me ∞ me))

 On Monday, I will turn 63!  –provided I live that long, and I really hope I do.  It has taken 63 years to get to this point, and I will revive a custom began when I was about ten, of recording my thoughts as I walked up and down my street with a clipboard, my thoughts for the last day that I am a particular age.  

I typed most of these crudely on an old Smith & Corona typewriter –long gone, nit even a phto of th typewriter I had, on which I wrote many short stories, including, title may be stated incorrrectly, “Great Catastrophe of the Mysterious Clock/Watch? ”  –sounds like the language I would have used back then.  

 

Different this year, because I will ponder my last day as I remain in love, really for the first time in my life.  I know I was married for forty years, but I have never been in love like this.  Say what you will, but I am delighted to finally love ths way.  Means so very much to me, a lifetime, you know.  

What I cannot say is that he loves me as I love him –that would be perfect wouldn’t it?

I remain confident that the day is coming when I will be able to say that.  I just feel this; no, it is not a feeling like the supected presence of a ghost; there is nothing at all hostile here, more more like a calming breeze, he wrote to me:

“Sitting by a calming fountain in Kiev, just after the bells of St Sofia rocked the plaza — real rocks of noise

I can say a few things: how crazy are you? am I? we?

Pretty crazy, I’d say!

You are a Go For It All woman finally free

You constantly inspire, and I wish to too

Standing off to the side and cheering you on

Hey! Watch out for that banana!

The Mnemonic of Yr Palindrome

TMnOYP” 

 He also wrote a poem for me from which my Dream Baby nickname derives, and his : Higgs or Higginson, for the most remarkable thing, the Higgs boson! –explains why partcicles have mass, could not have mass without them, and please allow me to talk about right here, the mass of his kiss, and the necessity of writing an entire book about his kiss, “New Kiss Horizon” 

 

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There can never be a better love than this! –never!  –all I can say is that I always want him in my life.  I have enjoyed an entire new life because of him.  I do not know how to thank a man for doing what he has done in my life, but he must be thanked.  I can’t allow what he has done to  pass along without recognition, and even if I can’t reveal his name, I assure you that he is real, the gravity of Higginson is very well known to me. I feel his profound gravity most of the time, I am a celestial body always leaning to him, never out of his orbit, never, the cream in his coffee, and that fine journey down his throat, me a bulge in his neck as I continue my warming track descending through him, all six feet of him, the very aroma of me even bursting throgh his blue eyes like dew, drops of his Dakar cologne manufactured just by thinking of him, and what it meant that the first time we kissed was after he had waited 25 years just to kiss me?  

Can you comprehend just what a kiss that was, is?

 

I said to him, “You like my Forked pink Facebook hair, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do. Fishing lines, every strand; that’s part of how you got me; you know that, don’t you?” (He always liked that hair, video still from my youtube video” “Forkergirl Particle Pops a Beaded multiverse):

 

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next time, I will bite some beads in your  presence, Thomas Robert Higginson

“What I really like is how you get the sexy science; you understand Forkergirl Particle Pops a Beaded Multiverse —and you fill every universe in this multiverse, my multiverse is all you. I know that you like the forking me on Facebook where we reconnect, and you like even better the theory behind her, that pink hair just like those pink flowers I love so much, especially Clitoria, you like that flower too” — that flower that is part of this tiny body, Thomas, and you kiss it on the iPhone when we talk, daily now leading up to when you can kiss it in person. And I kiss you on the screen also…”

Excerpt From: Thylias Moss. “New Kiss Horizon.” iBooks.

 

“Vash, you’re not alone. You do have me. Don’t forget that. You do have me. I am not lying to you. You really do have me. I mean that. You do have me. And I love that video. Helped me get to know what you’re all about; helped me understand the child-woman you are. It’s not just your size, if that’s what you’re thinking… It’s your way of engaging with the world despite all you’ve been through. You don’t know how sexy your attitude is. If there aren’t hundreds of men beating down your door, I’d be surprised. I can’t be the only one, despite what you say, PSOG aside; he doesn’t count, to be expected from your first taste of much needed freedom. Other men have to see what I see; other men must want you too, Vash. Even dead men if you pass over their graves would live again just to want you, Vash. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t believe it. You’re making me say things I should probably keep to myself. But Vash, what I feel is so powerful, and that’s because of you. Vash, my feelings have been growing for 25 years

“These are not sudden or shallow. They have powerful roots. What I feel is deep, deeper than anything I have ever known. And it’s for you, Vash; all for you.”

Excerpt From: Thylias Moss. “New Kiss Horizon.” iBooks.

NKH COPYRIGHT NOTICE:

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

 

“It takes time?” he said, and I quite agree. Took me 63 years to really be in love, and I just hope that he doesn’t mind that I feel about him as I do, for if he doesn’t, then my life really will be shaping into the “terrific” life that he also told me was in front of me, not that I can’t have a terrific life without him, but now that I  love like this, I don’t ever want to love another way.

I can’t say for sure, but I am willing to wager that there are very few men loved the way that  I love him, and even fewer men can say that I love them; as only he can say that.  

There are times that I feel rather foolish loving like this for the first time in my life –I am no longer young, but I feel so young thinking of him, and I no longer worry that he may not be worthy of a love like this, because he is; my heart tells me so.  I can’t explain it, but as each day goes by, I love him even more.  

 

I so want to post a photo of the two of us, but I am not so sure that he wouldn’t mind.  Oh I could post photos of him alone, and I think he would like that even less, because I would be posting them without his acknowledgement of that, or just my simply telling him, and he is such a private man, although he is a poet like me, so a few more pics of me; I know it is all right to use these.  

 

He called my the “Cream in his coffee“, so here I am:

Cream in my coffee

Cup of latte I had at B’ 24’s in Ypsilanti

now the song” “You’re the Cream in My Coffee”:

and here’s his poem:

You are the corner of my eye:

          Thomas Robert Higginson

                (for THYlias Moss)

You are my rent-a-poem

You are love jungle — Yoyo, hula hoop!

You are my closing costs

My plasma vibrator my single malt

You? You are my Tampa manatee

You are my Occupy

You are an eucalyptus octopus

And a haircut on an autumn day

Also submarine. Surreality check.

You you…! You YOU you!

That’s who. The Temple of Shenanigans,

AKA Shenanigan Temple.

The complete works. The leftovers.

You are what I’ve been waiting for

And now I’ll never wait anymore.

Dream baby, you are, and indefatigable,

That, too. And you are the cream in my coffee,

And you are the one, and you are my everything,

And you are everything I could hope for.

And still you are more, and still you keep coming,

You are coming like a river, like a torrent,

Like an all day-lollipop where every day is today.

You are the Castle of Doubt on the Plain of Forgetfulness.

You are one more and able to laugh it off.

My sunshine, that’s what you are.

A rocking chair and a band-aid. Violin castanets.

An elusive perfume. You are all history. You are

Breakfast and you are on your way and all

I can do is list, name, and hand out passports.

Because you are who you are in a way that is all

Your way and which, as a poet trying to set it down,

Failure, I am a failure in that you will always be

Something to me both bedrock and ineluctable,

A passion of opposition and an unchecked probity

Of Probability and yet a chemical formula not to be

Tested. The Higgs bosun, that’s it exactly. A gluon.

A ramshackle melody. A forgotten memory that

Never happened and when all is said and done,

Actually nothing was said and nothing was done.

That’s why I keep writing endlessly penning, because that’s

Who you are and when I stop, Surprise, you are

The surprise, you are the inching to the summit,

The chocolate razor, the tadpole’s pole and the

Gate to the Fields of the Lord. I sing you praises and

The answer is more like a light fog saxophone, a

Kingdom Come revelation, a hunch that blossoms

To birth a new species. An appointment for lunch.

Some nectar in a tube, a pillow. Like the new language you

Are, if I could write that I would, you in a race car,

A pendulum, a fire tower, a blimp. A pothole, narcissus,

An a capella cantabile, a big bucket of milk. I can run alongside

You but can’t keep up with you, your tapdancing

Shadow, your clothing made of earth and spit. But I know you

And when you wish me Happy Birthday I trade it for yours,

You not growing old, you everlasting, you infinity you.

–It is my birthday weekend, you know. 

And now some photos of me age 62 –for just 2 more days!

I am wearing his hat; it’s in the drawer of this desk, right beside me.  The photos of “Higginson” street signs were captured by Nancy Boutiler, who told me this about them: “I thought you’d like this photo that I took in Salem, MA
As you probably know the Rev. Francis Higginson joined the Massachusetts Bay Company to form a “plantation” in New England.
Higginson led a group of about 350 Puritan settlers (including many of his own congregation) on six ships from England to New England.
His son, Rev. John Higginson was a leading investigator in the Salem witch trials of 1692–1693…oh, and there were others…
Enjoy the pics.”

Dream Baby” – “Cream in My Coffee”  –two of my nicknames from his poem’ black dress is my “Dream Baby” dress, I wore on my last date with him at Vermilion in Chicago.  Had Duck Vindaloo Arepas,  Sri Lankan Whole Fish, Gin and pomegranate martinis , my fisrt drink of alcohol.. made me sick.  At the time he didn’t believe me, but when I saw him in Minneapolis,  he restricted me to one drink, knowing what had happened and how I had been honest when I told him I had never tasted anything stronger than Chardonnay.

Some of my photos that I know are some of his favorites; he, probably, like any other normal man likes all of them, and the natural hair, no weave, no extensions, no relaxer –he can run his fingers through it without fear, just under 5 feet tall, and just under a hundred pounds without ever dieting.    He’s a foot taller than me and about double my weight. Sure wish I could post that pic of us; it is wonderful! –you’ll have to take my word on that, but then again, for my birthday?  I turn 63 only once, Forgive me, please if it is wrong to display this, but no name.  Just a man , no “THE” man I love….  Don’t get me wrong, nothing makes me happier than to care about him, but to touch him, to kiss him to b kissed by him –I wrote a whol ebook about his kiss, oh yes! –his kiss is that spectacular, just look at him –I wrote New Kiss Horizon wbou what kissing him is like, in which Thomas Robert Higginson says this: “

“Vashti doesn’t know that when I first saw a book of hers with her face all over the cover, I was instantly drawn to it. Her book was in the window of a small bookshop, a new poet, but poets don’t tend to look like that, oozing such sexiness, her lips parted in such an exciting way; I immediately imagined what could slip between those soft pink lips. Me in her mouth, in and out, as natural and as rhythmic as breathing. Vashti kissing me between my thighs; my hand in her hair, pulling it a little, wrapping those long strands around my fingers, burying my nose in her hair.

What a dream baby she is; I knew that with just one look. I got ideas for my fantasy right then, a store with only Vashti products.

Right then and there, I made it a point in my heart, although I was married, to get to know her better, to be able to hold her; maybe pure lust, but I felt it instantly. What a sexy woman she is, and aging in a way nothing else does, as if her clock moves in reverse. She looks more stunning and younger all the time.
I just stare at the picture of her in my mind, as I always do anyway.

“Almost too young for me, and I no longer look my best; I have put on so much weight, but she talks to me as if she doesn’t see it, but how can she not? I know it’s there, and I don’t like it.”

Excerpt From: Thylias Moss. “New Kiss Horizon.” iBooks.

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

The first real kiss from him was so, so special! –in the taxi from O’Hare to the Mandarin Moon  hotel:

“—we sit beside each other, and you can wait no longer… You pull me as close to you as possible, as if I’m already part of your body…
—Now I’m going to do what should have happened to you years ago! But I’m glad I get to be the first man to kiss you this way. I pull you to me —gently — I don’t have to ask you about this; we’re alone on this back seat; the show is on my road now, my desire has built so much that I cannot wait a moment longer; I will not wait a moment longer! —why should I? —
—we could not be closer —
Every fiber of your coat is now part of me; and the scratchiness of the wool is just the texture I crave! —I don’t want anything about you soft; just some of the things you whisper in my ear, and even then, I’m hoping for some edge.
I can’t believe the strength, the possessiveness of the pull. Strong, but I am not forced. Powerful, but I am not forced.
I willingly allow myself to be pulled into you. I no longer have to wonder how to negotiate the transition from friend to lover as that transition is already in progress — so smooth; I can feel myself  twirling and spinning in your arms (fantasy galaxy that I also am)… So easy to imagine dancing with you… You want me, Thomas, you claim me, Mr. Higginson. You don’t say anything, just pull me closer and closer as you take me to the “Mr. Thomas Higginson School of Kissing.” I’ve never been kissed like this… I have never kissed a man the way that I kiss you…
I remember when you said this to me and wrote me this just a couple of days ago, and seemed impossible then, but not at all now:
First,
Baby
I can’t wait
To taste your kiss again
and again
Kiss kissing kisses
Slow you lead your
Beautiful tender lips
Just to rest there
So quiveringly touching
The moment itself
Kissing
 
That is exactly how you’re kissing me… and I cannot resist you. I don’t want to.
You kiss me and I kiss you back —I can’t help it! —not what I planned; I had no idea that you would kiss me this way —as if this is the only kiss you get to have for all your remaining life, and you want to make it last, make it count; best kiss on every scale of measurement, I have to quickly learn how to kiss you —you already know how to kiss me, how to make me feel that no man has ever kissed me before. You want me to feel the depth of these kisses… Depth charge kissing, Fuse-ignition. I’m surrendering to you already… I can’t help it…”

Excerpt From: Thylias Moss. “New Kiss Horizon.” iBooks.

NKH COPYRIGHT NOTICE:

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

 

 

Thylias Moss (Dream Baby) and Bob Holman (Dream Lover

Dream date with a dream man, as we stand on a bridge forever connecting us, Chicago, 2014

If you have not yet been kised the way that this man and I kissed, making me forget 40 years of marriage with a single kiss, making me feel orgasmic just from kissing him  –just wait util we got in room 304 of he Mandarin Moon —you better believe that I plan to be in that room with him again.


Thomas, I hope you will always cherish this picture of us; it is hre in honor of my birthday, and how you say I am “not getting older, me everlasting, me infinity me: (me ∞ me)

I invited him the fist time, and now, it’s his turn to invite me.  I will definiteely  come     there.

He will be 69 on 10 March; I will not forget. I never do. He is too important to me to ever forget his birthday.

______________

Read all about it in “New Kiss Horizon” on sale now!

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.

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More info available here:

 

“New Kiss Horizon” my 13th book (a romance) links:

NEW KISS HORIZON LINKS:

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” on Smashwords:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/683373

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” paperback on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss/dp/1540584496

Link to “New Kiss Horizon” Kindle book on Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/New-Kiss-Horizon-Thylias-Moss-ebook/dp/B01N1K0PLC

Link to Thylias Moss Amazon writer page:

https://www.amazon.com/Thylias-Moss/e/B001JSBOQQ

Vashtis Blog (narrator of NKH, maintaining a blog so that readers may keep in touch with developments in the character’s life beyond the book):

Vashti’s blog URL:

https://vashtisblog.wordpress.com/

WRITING NOW AND GRATITUDE FOR THIS ABILITY

 

I would also like to point out today just how lucky I am to be alive; I do not discuss my MS that much, because  honestly  I have no attacks of MS and haven’t had one since 2013.

From diagnosis in 1996 – 2013, I used needles, injectable treatments..

Travel was greatly compromised because of  difficulty in boarding a plane with needles.  And those were  injectable drugs, Avonex, the first, intramuscular, huge needles no matter your size, same for me at 96 pounds and for someone 200 pounds.  A side-effect was flu-like symptoms, and that is what I had flu, redness, and scarring, and injection scars on my thighs…. 1996-1998, then Rebif, a three times a week, subcutaneous injection, now flu three times a week, redness and scars, I still have scar tissue, lumps under my skin on my thighs.  I lost an inch of hip on each side, by the way.

Then in 2013, a capsule twice a day every day, no holiday exclusion.  But let me tell you what a difference the capsule Tecfidera has made.  My neurologist Dr. Tiffany Braley, has even remarked that my level of function is as if I do not have MS. 

I walk quite a bit, five miles last Friday. Please understand how remarkable that is.  Not only that I can walk, but at age 62, I can do this and even went skipping down the hospital corridor when I last saw Dr. Braley.  My friend started calling me “Skipper”.  Little things like that made me glow inside.

The last thing I will point out is my nearly impossible survival of an aneurysm rupture.  I want into the hospital in July 2011, same night Amy Winehouse died, and did not not come home until 9 October 2011.  The actual rupture occurred when I was in the ER; had I not been  there, I surely would be dead.  I had to learn how to walk again, how to talk again  –it was assumed and predicted  that these were things I’d never do again, but the emergency brain surgery was performed by Dr. Neeraj Chaudary who says another MRI for the aneurysm is not necessary until 2019.  He too is amazed…. I have not had a single headache; of course, my head was shaved for the cranial surgery. 

After that, a great love of my life, but surely not the last, just hope I don’t miss it, refuse to sleep through my life, and I  have written a couple of books, no one thought I could do that, a man who dared to call me pretty, beautiful, and gorgeous

–please understand that no other man had ever called me that, just unsolicited catcalls  when I walked by…. I was married for 40 years to a man who never called me that, not even at the wedding.  And not even for my senior prom from high school, because he took me to that also, but did not dance with me.  He told me that he could not dance, and that my head would swell if he acknowledged my appearance positively.   


Prom Thylias, age 17


bride-thylias

Bride Thylias 1973

 

Thomas Robert Higginson did not care what size my head was.  I will always love him just for that, but there are so many more reasons.

Had the rupture of the aneurysm not happened, I  never would have seen him, because when I did not die, I realized it was my last chance to try to have MY life, so a divorce happened for a marriage that should not have happened; I was a teenager, and entered marriage blindly. 

post emergency surgery photos of Thylias Moss, following repair of a ruptured cranial aneurysm

July 2011, University of Michigan Hospital

 

chicago-taxi 

(Chicago taxi photo from: https://goo.gl/images/dztwNq)

This wonderful man had been waiting for me all this time.  And he really talked to me, and I really talked to him, it was so easy to trust him and tell him everything, the TRUTH! –that’s all I told him: the truth.  He listened to me and he loved my  poetry. It wasn’t about him then, but so   much of it is now.  I hope he’s not  embarrassed by the praise, but when  someone has done as much for you as he’s done, it is right to acknowledge that and express gratitude.  Even when he stops doing it. What he did remains true even if he never does it again in that season of doing impossible things, and that may be the problem, the things he did were impossible in a world  that depended on “possible” spines to hold the fragile together, that Vashti Astapad Warren and Thomas Robert Higginson bubble wavering in Chicago light and stretching thinner and thinner until it has to break for nothing that thin gets to last, it promises to last then has to confront its own, his own weak humanity moseys out in spectacular  crash and burn, the world has never seen such fireworks as those spines themselves spit and sputter in otherwise impossible heat of blazing love that will have to burn out for what can   sustain anything like that? Even Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego would have trouble despite their experience with a fiery furnace which is just what the Chicago taxi became: a blazing yellow spine navigating Chicago streets, seen best from an aerial view to better determine the exceptional impossibility that anything like that, such love in ordinary Chicago, the spininess of the yellow spine of dream best seen from above with the rest of heaven: it really was like that.

THYLIAS MOSS AND BOB HOLMAN - DREAM DATE

Vashti Astapad Warren and Thomas Robet Higginson in Chicago  

And then, then, wow! He kissed me in Chicago! And from that moment, my life has not been the same.  I owe him  my glimpse of a beautiful world; I could always  see it in my mind, but now I know it’s real, and that world is much better with him beside me.  Even if he lands elsewhere changing his mind and his heart which he gave to me for just a little while, life goes on doesn’t it?

I  like how he looked in that Chicago fire, my red lips, Kiss burned into them; I do not believe that any man could look better, even if he does not believe that, but I assure you that it’s true. 

When Thomas and I first seriously connected , I had pink hair.  This was when Facebook allowed me to be called “Forker Gryle” and Thomas always spelled “Gryle” “Gyrl”

pink-hair-forker-gyrl

But then the rules changed, the Facebook world was fragile also.  Such delicate dancing around and tiptoeing also so as not to disrupt anything trying to reach a  stage of doneness to be able to fight its way into the most unlikely birth, somehow succeeding for a time, best time, to be honest, as I must, of my life (I won’t be 63 until 27 February, 2017, and no, I do not expect to hear from Thomas anymore.  That would require a miracle best associated with that severed spine of dream, those bones stitching themselves back together as they refuse to die, strength of their  belief in their own existence and the Love that Vashti Astapad Warren and Thomas Robert Higginson, shared and will forever share.  (Bases for the characters in the novel)

No, he’s not perfect as conventional knowledge defines “perfect”, but Thomas Robert Higginson is perfect for Vashti just as Vashti Astapad Warren is perfect for him.

Thank you for everything, Thomas Robert Higginson that you did in the Higginson season, when Hurricane Vash  (a prose poam coming soon to Outlook Springs) also sometimes emerged with her fragile kiss of spine of dream. Some cookies crumble even inside a Dream Baby Tienda, and do not require those inevitable power failures in order to crumble and rock the flimsy house that somhow manage to stand until the wrecking ball of urban renewal that changes the neighborhood into something for the most part unrecognizable even to the man in the mirror.

I hope that you read this, but it’s true even if you never see it.  Truth has a way of lasting when nothing else prevails.  In the end  it will be truth that is the last thing standing: a true pillar of truth will be there.  And only a lucky and honest few will be able to see it, that Entrance to the “Dream Baby Tienda” (major part of New Kiss Horizon, Thomas Robert Higinson’s own supermercado)

Cover of NKH

Only for you, Thomas Robert Higginson  have I been, will I be “Dream Baby” my name taken from the poem you wrote to me, as was your name “Higginson” for the Higgs boson, also in your poem, my poem, our poem:

A Trip to the Tienda

       by Thomas Higginson

           — for Vashti

You are my rent-a-poem

 

You are love jungle — Yoyo, hula hoop!

 

You are my closing costs

 

My plasma vibrator my single malt

 

You? You are my Tampa manatee

 

You are my Occupy

 

You are an eucalyptus octopus

 

And a haircut on an autumn day

 

You are firecracker, salt, oil, vinegar

 

Things not supposed to mix

 

yet do.

 

You are jellyfish tentacles elongating my back,

 

dreaming of medusans all of which become you,

 

YOU, You.

 

Also submarine. Surreality check.

 

You you…! You YOU you!

 

That’s who. The Temple of Shenanigans,

 

AKA Shenanigan Temple.

 

The complete works. The leftovers.

 

Strangler fig, tiny seeds starting out on branches,

 

tines, grow to surround, encase the host,

 

leaving only figs

 

to take over

 

You surround me just that way, take over,

 

connect with me, to me: your host

 

You are what I’ve been waiting for

 

And now I’ll never wait anymore.

 

Dream baby, you are, and indefatigable,

 

That, too. And you are the cream in my coffee,

 

And you are the one, and you are my everything,

 

And you are everything I could hope for.

 

And still you are more, and still you keep coming,

 

You are coming like a river, like a torrent,

 

Like an all day-lollipop where every day is today.

 

You are the Castle of Doubt on the Plain of Forgetfulness.

 

You are one more and able to laugh it off.

 

My sunshine, that’s what you are.

 

A rocking chair and a band-aid. Violin castanets.

 

An elusive perfume. You are all history. You are

 

Breakfast and you are on your way and all

 

I can do is list, name, and hand out passports.

 

Because you are who you are in a way that is all

 

Your way and which, as a poet trying to set it down,

 

Failure, I am a failure in that you will always be

 

Something to me both bedrock and ineluctable,

 

A passion of opposition and an unchecked probity

 

Of Probability and yet a chemical formula not to be

 

Tested. The Higgs boson, that’s it exactly. A gluon.

 

A ramshackle melody. A forgotten memory that

 

Never happened and when all is said and done,

 

Actually nothing was said and nothing was done.

 

That’s why I keep writing endlessly penning, because that’s

 

Who you are and when I stop, Surprise, you are

 

The surprise, you are the inching to the summit,

 

The chocolate razor, the tadpole’s pole and the

 

Gate to the Fields of the Lord. I sing you praises and

 

The answer is more like a light fog saxophone, a

 

Kingdom Come revelation, a hunch that blossoms

 

to birth a new species. An appointment for lunch.

 

Some nectar in a tube, a pillow. Like the new language you

 

Are, if I could write that I would, you in a race car,

 

A pendulum, a fire tower, a blimp. A pothole, narcissus,

 

An a capella cantabile, a big bucket of milk. I can run alongside

 

You but can’t keep up with you, your tapdancing

 

Shadow, your clothing made of earth and spit. But I know you

 

And when you wish me Happy Birthday I trade it for yours,

 

You not growing old, you everlasting, you infinity you.

(from New Kiss Horizon:

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved.)

 

Read all about them in my romance novel: “New Kiss Horizon” The book can last forever even if the romance in real life doesn’t, for that couple is in a world that seldom exists in reality, but I made such a world for them: in Chicago: “Let there be love” I told the pen and there was love in real life too for as long as it could last. I really am a better person for learning how to give love, how to receive love, and how to kiss in a taxi, #howtokiss #thomasroberthigginsonisthebestcarnalteacher

and now to commemortes the warmth and heat of those forever precious days: “Warm Water ” by Banks:


LFMK prose poems –by Thylias Moss

So happy to report:

LFMK (looking for my killer) [where controversy breeds] copy

American Journal of Poetry featuring my prose poems:

Introduction to LFMK, “absolute alleys of hardcore opportunity,”,   “yes Melvie, my killer comes to Inaccessible Island with apologies & cigarettes”, and “iron maiden possibilities; also silo in the time of scurvy” has now gone live here 

(at this URL:)

http://theamericanjournalofpoetry.com/p-moss.html

Thanks to Robert Nazarene for inviting me to submit these pieces from my LFMK collection of prose poems: Looking For My Killer to:

The American Journal of Poetry 

a link to the you Tube video with the same title: LFMK (Looking for my Killer) [where controversy breeds] :

all vocals written and performed by Thylias Moss, and all music for  Looking For My Killer composed and performed by Ansted Moss 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqQWGsWftBg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqQWGsWftBg

Please enjoy!  Thank you.