my pinned west

i found this particular label that i'd saved and probably moved with all of my things at least two other times. the idea of the west is a big big idea and it is full of history and it is full of wrongness and blame and good beautiful huge thoughts and music, food and architecture, war and panic, and illness, forgetfulness and sweetness, and it is full, right? are we just locked and locked and locked into what is full and what is in books and what is in stories and what is in the trashcan and bank acct? add & add. is there any taking away but through forgetting? my full head starts saying that the label i've been moving along with me is the thing that needs to go. but i don't know. being part of a label wearing a label seeing through a label or being seen through a label, these are all things that will happen whether i invoke label or not. how about i try this one for a while. wear my western label on my shirtfront. western welcome mat on my front door. it has to be i think about making small decisions that are about renewing western as a system to me. if i can't see it because it is all around me perhaps i can't make those small decisions. my brother takes his spiritual respite in the east but buys west. how does that work? it would be wrong to say that i am at all concerned about purity of potential. is it possible to have pure intentions? art art art art. i think of art and it fills me with deep fruiting happiness and possibility and fear and anticipation. i want to climb a green tree and start a community and i want to land my feet on the ground and be part of a community. i have this western label pinned to my shirt and i am going to leave this stick here and i am going to ask how is your new baby? and i am going to read poetry in forgotten places and make signs for the street that people find and feel bemused and tickled and i want to love and love and love and love and love and and and and and and so so so so so so i i i i i i i i will.