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Who am I to say?

I never do what I want, that’s such an obvious reason. That makes everything that you want come and go like the seasons.

It doesn’t matter sometimes whether you’re coming or going. You either fight with the current or end where the river is flowing.

Sometimes I want to believe in what you’re selling, and other times I’m correcting your spelling,

but at some point it could all go either way. And if it does, well, who am I to say?

I never say what I mean, so that’s why I took up singing. Maybe there’s more than that, but that’s all the baggage that I’m bringing.

You only hear what I say, but that’s not a conversation. And without a connection, anyway, not even good vibrations.

Now maybe your kind of trauma and mine aren’t the same, but that’s the same water under different names

And all of it is wet in its own way. And if it isn’t, who am I to say?

19 APR 2026

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No How Know-How

Between the past that lingers on
and that not quite yet happened time
we call the future, but it’s not,
we plan and fret and carry on
as if all time were just a thing
we use to measure out, by spoon,
more ways to waste this precious life.

We live in shadows, then and yet,
because we choose not to forget
nor let the world unfold unless
we somehow guarantee success.

Between the past we cannot shake
and what we fear may come to pass,
the simple, straight, and direct now
is lost to celebrations of our sorrow.
Time is not a ribbon.
It is not a frozen frame of film
from some great movie of our lives.
To watch it that way is to destroy the camera.

We live in shadows, was and could,
because we think we must, and should,
control the way that life proceeds,
despite our thoughts, our dreams, our deeds.

17 APR 2026

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It Ain’t What It Ain’t

It is what it seems to be OR it isn’t what it seems to be.

One of those seemingly diametric expressions of reality perception defines [and is the underlying fundamental truth of everything that ever was, is, or will be of] EVERY religion, philosophy, strategy, personality, catfish, con artist, politician, lobbyist, online persona, person in the mirror, and person YOU think that is.

That’s why I HATE the phrase, “It is what it is.”

Because YOU got you there. Ain’t nothing but your sweet, young, innocent, and satisfied [not “self-satisfied”, because some people think at birth you don’t immediately identify a separate Self until it is imprinted upon you by the next nearest living thing] self, hanging out and hanging on and taking it all in and processing it while you sleep. Plus all the decisions you made, every damned foolish you should have known better leapt before you looked choice (whether you think it was deliberate or not, because we all know deserve’s got nothing to do with) in your mad, lucky, never boring and always unpredictable life.

Shit, we all have SO much baggage. And the truth is, it doesn’t all come in on the first trip from the car. In fact, there’s some still in the trunk. And at your mama’s house. And in that storage unit you started paying for in your late teens. Maybe not Hannibal Lecter level stuff, but regardless of the physical space it takes up, it wastes much more area in your brain.

And whatever IT is, it ain’t that. Another reason I hate it is what it is. It’s not just a cop out, a way to shift the focus and blame away from what should have been you accepting your responsibility instead of abdicating it. Like “you can’t fight City Hall.” Completely and utterly self-defeating. Because if YOU can’t, who can? And if it’s just don’t or won’t, it’s a slow slippery decline to the ethical torpor of shouldn’t, wouldn’t, and couldn’t.

Not just that, though theoretically that should be enough.

It’s a lie.

That’s why I hate “it is what it is,” particularly the offhand, seriocomic, optimistically fatalist way most folks who fondle this expression tend to like it served.

So limiting. It is. It’s never, never, never, ever what you THINK it is. It doesn’t need your permission, imagination, authority, belief, faith, education, domination, subordination, inclination, dedication, participation OR perspiration.

That’s what it means to be. But being is only the beginning. The hard part comes next.

But it ain’t all that either. Because it’s not some Sartre-laced dichotomy between Being – and/or – Nothingness.

Everything is nothing. That is, everything is sacred – or nothing is. And there’s a lot of it out there.

Watch your step.

Like Johnny Winter quipped in the song Dallas, there’s so much shit going on around here you’re bound to step in some.

10 APR 2026

© 2026, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.

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Manifestering

We always say we the people are going to see it done, right?

That’s because it’s so almost deliberately vague.

Every raging fire needs a single spark, any reader of Canetti’s #CrowdsAndPower could tell you that. So who exactly is it, this time? Is it you? Because sadly knowing my own limitations it’s not me. No balance of strategy and epater le bourgeoise. But it has to be someone specific. Must be. And they have to be manifestable in meatspace. But I’m not sure I’ve ever met them, and I’ve been around a while. Not that age is some great badge or indication or validation of maturity, wisdom, or any kind of intellectual or emotional growth whatsoever. But as a friend and I joked the other day, “Age may be only a number. But it’s a magic number.”

Take that as you will. Not like you’re wanting, needing, demanding, or otherwise considering my own permission. Everyone thinks what they want to think. The only thing everybody REALLY thinks is they are the final arbiter of taste opinion fashion absolution redemption out there. Yeah, we all know a few, right?

So we definitely don’t want to hand things over to THOSE people. Ever notice how you probably only ever met one of them in person, and all you learned in that encounter was how much you despise the part of you that they remind you of, right?

Getting personal (with someone else’s person) is serious business. It shouldn’t be YOUR business. Hell if you want the anarchist response, it’s isn’t ANYBODY’S business. We’re all just taking care of it as both it and we age into obscurity. But I digress (whenever possible). It’s the journey after all, not the destination that’s important.

That’s why we say “the people”. So it’s not our individual, personal responsibility or duty. When you blame everybody, nothing changes. Ever. Except body counts.

© 2026, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.

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Once Upon a Time

That once upon a time that never comes:
a world still yet to come that stays unborn,
its waking breath caught up in too young lungs,
not more than just a sigh of sad could be’s.

What would you have the world do unto you,
to pique your interest and keep you engaged?
Is not a chance to breathe the air enough?
Is there still more you think that you deserve?

If words could become wishes, after all,
what good if they are never spoken out?
And further, how much can they really change
a world that grows more deafened by the day?

That once upon a time we think is past:
what if it is some once and future time,
just waiting for us all to rise and shine
and simply take initiative, for once?

What would you want the world to give you next?
It’s not like you’ve exhausted every choice
or followed every starting point to ground.
it may be that the fault is in our stars.

If you believe a thing is true, it is;
at least, until some proof shows otherwise.
But how much more convincing do you need?
You’ve been awake for hours now today.

07 APR 2026

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A direction of sense

Let’s not forget the west is not the south, any more than the north is the east. They’re all geographic conveniences, mere topographic contrivances. So they really are all the same. They don’t define anything except temporarily useful illusions. Whatever that means. One’s palimpsest is personal. Or are we talking about people?

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Can You Put a Label On It? Then We Can Use It

In real life, there’s no #ThirdWall. That’s how you can tell it’s not television. But maybe that’s the ONLY way. YMMV. Depending on much you trust #ArtificalIntelligence to be smarter than you are. Or if not #AI, then #HigherPower, because of course it’s all about power, isn’t it? That’s another variable. How you define Power, Powers, Powerful, and Powerless. There’s a book in that, I’m sure. But I ain’t the one. #AintNobodyGotTimeForThat. #WhatWould KurtVonnegutSayOrDo #WWKVSOD [and so it goes, BTW].

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