WARNING: I drop the F-Bomb in some of my writing. I believe in free speech, if this will offend you, please move along.
Dain Brammage
Art, Poetry and Spoken Word
Art feeds the soul, not only for the artist, but for the patron as well. Please browse around and see what has been on my menu. Comments are always appreciated. ~Love, db
It is Still Winter
Bright and sunny day
Looks warm and invites one out
Bitter cold ruse though
Mere Existence
I often forget
That by my mere existence
I create loves depth
Tags: Haiku, Human Condition, Nature, Poetry
An Essay about Time, not a Scientific Study Though
Time is man-made and it was developed as a result of needing to define a cycle of lightness and darkness. These became known as Day-time and Night-time. One cycle became known as a day, which very confusingly also contains a night.
The science Astronomy helped to define larger cycles as it was noticed that the Moon had cycles and months were born, and also that the position of the stars in the Night-time sky repeated giving birth to Years.
It should be noted that at the “time” of these definitions it was thought that the Earth was the center, or axis, on which both the Sun and Moon rotated. When it was discovered that the Earth orbited the Sun, then why wasn’t a year redefined? Because it was less about how things moved and more about how much “time” passed to complete the rotation.
As man evolved, he felt the need to further compartmentalize a single day into smaller units and mid-day, or noon, and mid-night, or midnight, came into existence. These times were born of Astronomy also, in that they coincide with when the celestial bodies were directly overhead. Which caused the creation of “Time”-zones: because the Sun and Moon are directly overhead at different times for different places on the Earth.
Then hours came into play and minutes and seconds. With our ever-evolving brains we started breaking down the seconds into ridiculously smaller units so that now you will often hear about Nanoseconds. I ask, “When will the madness stop?” But then that answer I receive with be supplied to me in units of time, which I of course set myself up for by asking the question “when”.
Here is another good question, “Why hasn’t time evolved more?” We now have the metric system for measuring weight, distance and volume, but we still use an antiquated system of measurement for time. Time is measured on a base-six scale, and that leads to all kinds of problems at least for me. Have you ever been making a mixed-tape and tried to add up the length, as in duration of time-passed, of each song? Just try adding these four times together.
3 minutes 43 seconds
4 minutes 39 seconds
2 minutes 05 seconds
4 minutes 22 seconds
If you come up with an answer let me know because I stopped trying to do that kind of math in my early twenties. The problem arises when you try to carry a number from the ones of seconds to the tens of seconds and then again when you try to carry into the ones of minutes and so on. You see, when you get to six it is time to carry your number over to the next column and reset your current column to zero. We need a metric time system.
We could have ten hours in a day, and daylight would last for five hours and nighttime would last for ten hours. We would only be working for about three hours a day, how awesome would that be? But then what we do with the days and months? It starts to get convoluted and I fear I have just answered my own question. Plus the United States and England would definitely not adopt the new system and things would get really screwed up. I mean you would call a friend in Germany and ask them what time it is there and they would say, “It is 7:84”. You would ask am or pm and they would say “What do you mean? We don’t have am or pm anymore.”
So I guess we have to live with this ancient concept of time. But it really doesn’t exist on its’ own. We applied a scale to measure the passing of time. If you thing about it a yard, 36 inches, and a meter, a meter, don’t really exist either, they are just scales we have created to measure length, same for volume and weight. That opens up a whole other line of thinking though, and my brain hurts now from thinking about time. I need to rest, and maybe take an ibuprofen.
Tags: Essay, Human Condition, Nature, Prose
Existential Longings
I long to lose the linear logos
The trappings of time
Cause and effect
To affect the cause
Because there is more to life
Than we perceive
I want to go forward
Go backwards
Go from side-to-side
But all at once
In one single instant
And to do it again
At my own will
My reality is shifting
I am expanding
I am learning
To drop the three-dimensions
That which have me trapped
You are most likely trapped too
Can you see a possibility?
Are you ready to stretch
The fundamentals of human existence?
To live in the past, present and future
All at the same time.
Tags: Growth, Human Condition, Nature, Poetry
Musings on Life
When I draw my last breath
And my lungs subsequently collapse
As my brain stops directing
The electricity that keeps me here
I will become an ethereal being
And my electricity will continue to be
But elsewhere
Could this be my soul?
I believe that I will return to die again
And this cycle will continue
Until I have gotten it right,
Learned what I need to know
But I will not return as a blank slate
I in fact will be living in the
Presence of the past
I will learn to call that instinct
Tags: Autobiographic, Growth, Human Condition, Nature, Poetry
Sunset
Amber fading into a darkening blue
Rests over the tree-lined ridges
Blackening in shadows of the sun setting
On the far side of the mountains
The air cools fast, clean and crisp
While the swallows streaks along
The surface of the lake
Darting back and forth
Snatching bugs for their evening meal
A slight breeze blows
Small ripples across the lake
Usually by now it would be
Smooth as glass
A mirror on the shores
Doubling the beauty
Mother Nature supplies
Just for me
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Mother Natures Muse
Rust
Peeling paint
Weathered wood
And moss,
Oh how I love a mossed rock or old rusted horseshoe
I have always loved decay
It is nature’s art left there for folks like me
Many say they bring to mind
The things that time’s forgotten
But I see it the other way
The opposite
For every visit to a favorite piece
Brings a new work of art
Mother Nature does not forget
The things that we have discarded
She incorporates them into her muse
And works on them constantly
We should look at ourselves the same way
Every wrinkle that appears on our face
Is another brushstroke on
The canvas of our soul
– The image above is titled Decaying Classics I by LogicalX. His work can be seen in his gallery at deviant art.
Tags: Channeled, Growth, Nature, Social Commentary