Monday 5 December 2022

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 visualize


 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


 recognize faces. The phenomenon was


 first described by Francis Galton in 


1880 but has since remained relativ

ely unstudied. 

Interest in the phenomenon renewed after the publication of a study in 2015 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), which translates to 'imagination', and the prefix a- (ᾰ̓-), which means 'without'. Hyperphantasia, where mental imagery is unusually vivid, is the opposite to 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 was 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 from 

a formless mind but I knew I knew 

was on to something, there was 

method to my madness. The poems 

were feeding me hope, 

even it was a dark hope. 


I flicked through YouTube as I stay 

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 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’

 

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 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.

 

 

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