So Smark what did I learn about myself today

I can feel young as any young person.
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Seems like some rich jerks tried to actually steal poetry over more recent decades.

We can take it back!
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She is very safe muse.

Just don't go to far, then she might be capable of unleashing the furies.
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What do I think my my muse wants to say..

I think she like pointing things out, but not in a mean spirited way.  But she would much rather not point things out, she would rather do other things.
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So Mak what could you say about your muse.

She(I think it is a she) is a far better writer then I'll ever be.  I even get jeolous and possessive about it, yet I am not at all sure how it would appear if it took physical form.



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From 1-10 how important is my muse to me when I write.

Since she often does all the writing the muse is close to being a 10 in importance.
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Poetry with out a mission.

It does not need one.  Nor does it require one.  It does not need to be the language of the heart, nor a way of making a point.
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Yes this is...

Wearing an idea on his head

The idea

The idea

Winter has come again

Landing into summer

ECHOE of laughter

For long ago winters

Hiding tears

Summer is midwinter

Lovers in different worlds

Reaching across roads of rivers

Touching hearts with marmalade flowers

Still an idea has a special power

Shimmering on the waters

Healing every minute

Of every hour

You.
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Someone said the universe is a boat.

Boats are not symmetrical in any way and are over man made.  If that's a metaphor then I get it.  Boats explore and drift around.
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They censored nose but not breasts?

WTF
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Clouds surround as I'm coming down

TO lift you up into space

Because sweet dear

You have my eyes into place

As years drift into days

Of mountains

Of snow drift

To sing out the pain

But now time is running

Time to make it rain

Since love is kind of funny

Wrapped and served on silver

The electric dancing waiter

The fancy walking table

A dream in slow then fast then slow

You say goodbye

And I say hello

You feed the moose

I'll feed the the goat

WHILE GOAT IS HAPPY AGAIN!
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.