CRYPTOCHROME CHIMPANZEE POETRY

 

5G got into me, morphogenetic

chimpanzee poetry. Neuroscience

sees the right brain as monkey mind

 The right brain is far from monkey man.

 

Let me start by saying, I am not a scientist

just a mere poet, gripped. I took a massive

stroke in 2005, my left brain was erased

so I live on the write side so how come.

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

was accidently on purpose, a signal of humanity.

 

 

 

 

Both these poets have been trans-

 

mitting waves of humanity. I believe 

 

that D.N.A. is sent to strands of D.N.A. 

 

via waves of cryptochrome like 

 

microwave signals.                                                                                                             

 

My life and my poems have been about seeking

Feeling not 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’.

 

 

 

 Raymond carver 

Fernando Pessoa

 

Footnote : 

I TOOK A MASSIVE STROKE THAT ALMOST KILLED ME THEY SAY MY LEFT BRAIN WAS ERASED SO I LIVE IN THE WRITE HEMISPHERE AND ITS FULL OF POETRY AND ART THERE IS AN ENTITY GOD IN HERE. I DON’T BLASPHEME INTENTIONALLY, I AM LEFT PARALYZED DOWN RIGHT SIDE UNABLE TO WALK MUMBLING TALK AS MY VOCAL CORDS ARE DAMAGED, 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 the circadian rhythms and the sensing of magnetic fields in a number of 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 the two 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 capitalized on the potential of Cry2 heterodimerization to control cellular processes, including gene expression, by light.

 

 WILL TO POWER

 

Superman of hope and will

Not kill. The man of the pre-

Sent day, superhuman.

 

A dream of eternal re-

currence, Zarathustra

Thrust from cold stone.

 

The clarity of dream like

A Keats Ian capability.

A poet essential lone-

liness, part four.

 

Zarathustra’s truth, a bee,

With to much honey. Man

Is hope stretched between

Rope and animal, a dangerous

Crossing the abyss, trembling.

 

I love him who is truth, can’t

They see through blind faith.

Fear not, there is no devil.

 

Billionaire filth thrust off

To outer space porn.

The voice of will to power

Give to the earth its meaning.

 

I suck on the breasts of 1891

Gushing fountains, dance

You lovely maidens thus sang

Zarathustra, such is the way

Of living things.

 

My will to power, truth beauty.

The painted future thus spoke

Zarathustra. Immaculate perception.

Shadow of Zarathustra.

Does it?

 

Last night through the black

Face mask a fragmented face

Like Dad with glasses appeared.

 

I don’t know what to make of this

Or does it make anything of me

as Ray Carver said any minute now.

 

So strange when your mind

Tilts and shutters like a snap-

Shot back into focus, a vert-

i-go split second matter or

does it not matter.

 

 DIS-LIFE ITS FUCKING ABSURD (ONLY WHEN I LAUGH)

 

The doorbell rang, my blister pack

opened my bedroom door delivered.

I was trying to keep the heat in, now

I have to start again, all he had to do

was post it through the door.

 

 What more do they want, I’m ok

Leave me alone trying to heat just

One room.  I have hardly any money

to heat my home. Scammed of twenty

thousand pound but who gives

a damn or cares.

 

They feel they are doing me a favor

I live with care four times a day that’s

all the care I need. Give me an hour to

myself ill end up saying fuck off and

you wont like me when I’m angry, let

me deal with dis-

 

ability, people’s ways are beyond me

nonchalant, flaws of humanity like

nurses who want to see the bedsores

on my ass ok they say! and walk out

the automatic door.

 

For two tears now they have done this once-

a-week, that’s all they do, quilt not tucked in

glasses remote left where I can’t reach, here

comes care to roll my ass again, at least they

feed me tuck me in put on my glasses

the automatic door is rotating, the key fob

hangs around my neck like a noose.

 

I haven’t got any fucking money, I give up!

On suicide watch being driven to sue.

 

GIVE EARTH TO GET EARTH

 

A phallic nonsense, a dildo thrust.

Space porn, imagine what we could 

have with his technology to transport 

earth bullet trains wouldn’t have a look

in, even our speech is mili-tare-eyes.

 

My life is like living in a blackhole

Stick to the beauty of the truth.

Put resources into the earth

And it will put it into you, I

Have to live in this black hole.

 

You’re spending billions and there’s

nothing out there eradicate poverty.

The space race is just like the arms

Race, the futility of war.

 

We’re making the planet our enemy

And you won’t like it when it's angry.

Quantum the billions of microbes

Beneath your feet, I am in this black-

hole and it’s not nice.

 

I have to dig very deep to find positivity.

Don’t go there you’ll find something

the point of no return.  Why would you

want to create a world when there’s

one under your feet If evolution created

the earth and we are the beings, con-

sciousness is of this land.

 

Why are we having a space race when

Its all beyond us, space death does not

nourish the earth. Why are we wasting

billions on little green men that don’t exist?

 

Intelligence is here

On earth, global beauty.