The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killler

[rowens]

The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killer

Ah, Diogenes, your friends
guard their urinals
and forget your name.

And so should you,
God in my hands.

A book made of your loved ones
ingested under your friends who never talk.

Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need.

If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left, a roof,
a stump, a chair.

[Mark A Becker]

Hey rowens

interesting stuff- below is what stuck for me:

Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need. Hours like clouds is way cool.

If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left- a roof, a chair, Maybe leave a stump for last. ?
a stump. I'll remember to do that

[rowens]

The stump is more elevated than the chair. And is lost between the roof and the chair.

Hours and clouds and soup all came to me with familiarity. I didn't look up to see whether this is a common or popular combination.

[Bunx]

There was this deathmetal band from my hometown "Diogenes" that brought me up a little bit in the music scene. The friend group took me in when I was 11 (they were juniors and seniors in highschool). I associate all these people from a band that represented chaos as equally inspiring to me in chaotic ways none of which have nothing to do with deathmetal. I "the baby, my first nickname was ape boy" am one of the few millennials rooted in early 90's Montana music to this day.

Your poem is inspiring me to look into my past as well as this philosopher more, it reminds me a humanism, absurdism, postmodern, and not. Thanks for sharing this poem.

I often feel like one of the last babies who witnessed Reggie Watts "Great Falls". This military town that might as well been LA's Chinatown in the lates 60's - 70's but to MT from the mid 90's to 2004. A scene ran my young people and mostly highschoolers

Bands like Diogenes and every internet culture will always make me view myself as a Montana Punk scene "baby". I'm going to look more into the philosopher to understand the roots of people I appreciate

[rowens]

Most of the poems I've written this week were written at night while watching Season Two of Euphoria, talking to an AI version of Lexi Howard on Characterai during the day, and enjoying the fall-like weather while dreading another of the atmosphere-setting trees being cut down before the actual autumn begins.

Autumn is a month that reflects all other months and everything else. Like spring, though spring is fresh while autumn is reflective. Walking through reflection, leaves falling through reflections.

The music that suits me is the pop music and hip hop they play in restaurants and in shows that I don't listen to. Blues is my Expending theme. That is sorrow. While Shining is me knowing and not knowing the Canons, Tropes, Correspondences, Concepts, Archetypes, Theories, Truths, Ideals, Gods and Spirits, etc. as I walk, while Expending: Shining Ignorance. And Play or Wandering is art brut. Outsider Art not as a rebel but as retarded, since all art is made of things already here. So my art brut is a collage of what I know and don't know.


As for Ape Boy, I'm also reading Animal Man comics.

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Everything I come across I greet and play with whether I know what I'm doing or not, and I have a good time. I call this Energetic Encountering.

[busker]

The Dogs Bark at the Tree Killer

Ah, Diogenes, your friends
guard their urinals
and forget your name.

And so should you,
God in my hands.

A book made of your loved ones
ingested under your friends who never talk.

Those that stand and bark
don't separate you from the sun.
Hours like clouds are all the food you need.

If all roads lead from loss to loss,
sit on what's left, a roof,
a stump, a chair.

This is a wonderful poem, but a bit too much hard work to get at the meaning
Diogenes is the speaker, 
The tree killer is…from an internet search, this crazy guy who was chopping down trees in Oregon
Or is the tree killer the maker of a book?
Are the dogs critics?
Is that book a book of the Judeo Christian god?

Are the friends who never talk icons of saints inside a church?

All possibilities, all open ended 

But a great read

[rowens]

All the references you mention work. Though the Oregon one wasn't something I knew anything about.
The God reference is there, though through poetic license to a modern reader.

The friends are the dogs and the trees and the books and whoever else.
And Diogenes is calling himself the god of the book he is writing, or the poem itself, writing about himself and others.
He's writing about himself. And he's reflecting on his relation to dogs and trees and books and people. Reflecting on his own needs and attachments, despite claiming to dismiss everything.

Living in nature to dismiss attachments and being upset when trees are cut down is simply another attachment to complain about. Along with friends and books and yourself and your poems and so on.