Who is the writer?

.@bbcburnsy @guardian @POTUS @PutinRF_Eng @HassanRouhani @theresa_may @Pontifex @DalaiLama @netanyahu
The pulse
The repulse
The impulse
The compulse
Driving beats
Propelling existence
Attracting and repelling
Gravity and friction
The diction of experience.
What repulses you about yourself
Hardens your heart to similar others
What attracts you to yourself
Softens your heart to similar others
(Totalitarian regimes insult
The totalitarian subterfuge of elections)
Whatever is happening
There is One.
In any propulsion instrument
The necessity is boundary
Surface tension,
Insulation and non- adulteration.
Oil and water need a gasket
Electricity needs cable, fuse and terminals
Fusion needs reactor chamber and coolants.
Insulation,
If the insulation breaks down,
The pulse stops.
Healing is wholing.
The hole you’re in is missing a ‘w’.
What is your double you?
It is the ‘my’ and the ‘not my’
Held together in an insulation.
It is the ‘my’ and the ‘e-ne-my’
Held together in an insulation.
It is the ‘my’ and the ‘enemy’
Held together in an insulation.
What is insulation?
Love is insulation
Love makes the hole whole.

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Facebook is a strange land. The repeat function that throws up what a person posted on the day but a year or many years ago, it is odd to see what one wrote.

Over the years of my social media writing, a process that I was and still can be, reluctant to engage with, the words pour out with very little intellectual activity.

This may be glaringly obvious to the intellectual reader of course!! Yet, because of the way this has been, when I see posts from the past I often find myself wondering who wrote them.

I have heard that this can be quite a common phenomenon for writers, so I claim no special function here. However, the above post that I wrote one year ago with Twitter addresses prefixing it as my Facebook posting appears automatically on Twitter, well this post seems especially odd.

I often bring together the addresses of the world’s leaders, as if they were gathered in my therapy room. On some level, the more abstract voices of the esoteric wing of the social media revolution would say that as they are virtually grouped, so they actually are in that moment.

Anyhoo, at this time of global brinkmanship and tension about oil-dollars, hegemony, empire building, basic resource management and on, and on, and on – my message hasn’t changed in a year ….

So I posted it again 🕉️

About Andrew Dettman

Counsellor, poet, cabbie, diction worker. Ministrant.
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One Response to Who is the writer?

  1. This definitely has a rhythm and pulse. If anything has changed, which I think it must inevitably do, the world stage has become even more exposed and bizarre. Certainly interesting times as the Chinese say. May the energies of young people rise in an engaged, vital and wholesome way.

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