pandemonic

 

 

THE GIFT

When straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.

                                                                         Cheslaw Milosz

 

The gift of insight was given to me

by the master Carver, a faction un-

dreamt. I caught his breath all

the way back to the source like

a ripple of his fishing float Yakima

to the Bann in a flow state.

 

For ten years I wrote his breath, became

a published poet, creative writing tutor.

Took a massive stroke that almost killed

Me took my being and long-term memory.

I can’t remember my kids childhood but

his words make me see through my black-

hole aphantasia.

 

 Pure gravy flows through me, I see

Beyond Irish traditionalist nationalistic

Republican nonsense a top I.R.A. was

My father man whom I never spoke but I see

peace through words of wonder the words of

Carver, Kavanagh and Simmons flow through

my veins.

 

They appeared like Nietzsche’s Zarathustra

The world isn’t ready for peaceful words, this

Is a time of war, how can the world do from

Peace to war in one day no longer C.N.D. anti-

 war warped by propaganda like the rise of hate

speech fascism.

 

Humanity is lost in materialist con-sumerism, all

those years I wrote the brutal truth of growing up

an English boy in nationalist Ireland thirty years

of war as if I knew that I would lose

my memory, the die-cast from peace to war.

 

 

A DEEPER ROAD TO THE DEEP DEEP WAY

NUMINOUS 432 HZ

There’s a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in

                                             Leonard Cohen

 

A deadly blow was dealt.

No longer do I get the buzz

of fiction locked into a vibration

of fact. Stroke struck aphantasia.

Are we broken fragments

Of the universal mind?

 

Between spirit-cosmos

Psyche -grey matter like

A fleeting glimpse of your

Life before It scars over

Long- term memory loss.

 

432 hz waves of emotion

On a different Wave-

length pulsing through

my unapproved veins.

I took a right brain bleed

Left is my balance broken

Gone is my GPS tracker.

 

I’m on a morphogenetic bad

trip and it is black and blue.

Here on the write hemisphere

The blackhole waves wash over

Me, this is my black home

On the dead-end route 432.

NO BASHO BEFORE BASHO

, NO NATURE SEASONS JUST DIS-

MY LAYOUT

Aphantasia is the inability to visualise

 Mental images, that is, not being

 able to picture something in one's

 Mind. Many people with Aphantasia

 are also unable to recall sounds, smells

Or sensations of touch. Some also 

report 

prosopagnosia, the inability to

 Recognise faces. The phenomenon was

 First described by Francis Galton in 

1880, but has since remained relatively

ely unstudied. 

Interest in the phenomenon was renewed after the publication of a 2015 study conducted by a team led by Professor Adam Zeman of the University of Exeter, which also coined the term Aphantasia. Research on the condition is still scarce. The term Aphantasia is derived from the Ancient Greek word phantasia (φᾰντᾰσῐ́ᾱ), meaning 'imagination,' and the prefix a (ᾰ̓-), which means 'without.' Hyperphantasia, where mental imagery is unusually vivid, is the opposite of Aphasia. to

Aphasia is a condition that affects your

ability to communicate. It can affect

 your speech, as well as the way you

 write and understand both spoken 

and written language.

Aphasia typically occurs suddenly 

after a stroke or a head injury. 

I have all three?

Wow, just a name lifted my spirit and inspired me to create this blog.  

APHANTASTIC

It's Aphantastic to put a name on something, the very thing that drove 

me to suicide. For the last eighteen 

years, I have been writing black-

hole poetry, my writing has pulled 

me from the ledge, as John Berryman 

called 'The blind-brow.' 

All those years spent in default mode, telling doctors, nurses and psychiatric professionals who had no clue about 

the blackness behind my eyes, unable 

to conjure up images from my mind's eye.

Unable to cling to images of my own 

sons, my childhood and my family. 

It was as if I were a blank shell of a man.  

At least now I've got a name, a reason 

for my anxiety.

I have been trying to form a formless 

mind, but I knew I knew I was onto something; The poems were feeding 

I hope, even if it was a dark hope. 

I flicked through YouTube as I stayed 

away from adverts. I watched a guy 

talking to a professor about how he couldn't hold the images of his dead mother in his mind, and thought he 

was going mad, and the professor 

said he had a condition

called Aphantasia.

Wow, just a name lifted my spirit 

and inspired me to create this 

blog of hope.

CRYPTOCHROME 

CHIMPANZEE POETRY 

5G got into me

morphogenetic

Chimpanzee poetry. 

Neuroscience sees the right brain as monkey mind

 The right brain is far from being like a monkey's.

 

Let me start by saying, I am not a scientist.

Just a mere poet, gripped. I took a massive

In 2005, a stroke erased my left brain.

So,
I live on the right side; why is that?

I understand the divided brain. I have been

writing for years on my sense that Raymond -

Carver and Patrick Kavanagh are here in

The realm of possibility. Me becoming poet

It was an accident, but a signal of humanity.

 

 

Both these poets have been trans-

 mitting waves of humanity. I believe 

 that DNA is sent to strands of DNA. 

 Via waves of cryptochrome, like 

 microwave signals.                                                                                                             

 My life and my poems have been about seeking

Feeling no meaning, we have been searching

For metre rhyme and meaning, but the Portuguese

Poet Fernando Pessoa said 'It is not necessary just

 to live but to feel'

 

Footnote : 

I TOOK A MASSIVE STROKE THAT ALMOST KILLED ME THEY SAY MY LEFT BRAIN WAS ERASED, SO I LIVE IN THE RIGHT HEMISPHERE AND IT'S FULL OF POETRY AND ART. THERE IS AN ENTITY GOD IN HERE. I DON'T BLASPHEME INTENTIONALLY. I AM LEFT PARALYSED DOWN THE RIGHT SIDE, UNABLE TO WALK, MUMBLING TALK, AS MY VOCAL CORDS ARE DAMAGED, AND I HAVE LOST MY LONG-TERM MEMORY.

 

Cryptochromes (from the Greek κρυπτός χρώμα, "hidden colour") are a class of flavoproteins found in plants and animals that are sensitive to blue light. They are involved in regulating circadian rhythms and sensing magnetic fields in various species. The name cryptochrome was proposed as a portmanteau combining the chromatic nature of the photoreceptor and the cryptogamic organisms on which many blue-light studies were carried out.^[1][2]

 

The two genes, Cry1 and Cry2, code for the cryptochrome proteins CRY1 and CRY2.^[3] In insects and plants, CRY1 regulates the 

circadian clock in a light-dependent fashion, 

whereas in mammals, CRY1 and CRY2 act 

as light-independent inhibitors of CLOCK-BMAL1 components of the circadian clock.^[4] In plants, blue-light photoreception can be used to cue developmental signals.^[5] Besides chlorophylls, cryptochromes are the only proteins known to form photoinduced radical pairs in vivo.^[6]

 

Cryptochromes have been the focus of several current efforts in optogenetics. Employing transfection, initial studies on yeast have capitalised on the potential of Cry2 heterodimerisation to control cellular processes, including gene expression, by light.