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My Sun depicts a journey, or a relationship, between the earth-bound figure and the one in the sky, its outline destroyed by pure energy. The Sun dominates the sky, ignites the city's ten lesser suns, and its light even penetrates the constructed world to the lush greenery beneath.

When I think about The Sun, I'd like to remember above all its innocence: its pure life-giving energy reaches everything everywhere all at once. I need it most of all in times of skepticism and doubt and fear to remind me of the power of revealing fire.

the sun. i write about the sun a lot in my poems... like a lot.
the sun's traditional meaning has to do with, in my understanding, inspiration/motivation, that is, of a human action or mindset inspiring another person, and truth/illumination. i think about the first one often: what does it mean to be the sun? my sun has three figures to indicate a sort of relationship, not so much a journey, but we are all these three at different moments. are we on the ground, receiving as via photosynthesis? are we in the sky, flying? are we in the sun, or the sun itself?

i should share a few of my sun poems...

All this light pours!
I can't face it, you,
my mercury drives.

   /

my gaze and the sun's reflection, coincident
splashed from rooftop to street, i imagine
not removed by storeys
but distanceless, gives me a vertigo of oneness
as they have. 𝄐

   /

I'D LIKE TO HIDE
 WOULDDN'T IT BE SWELL LIKE WAVES DO
  LIKE PHYSICS AND WATER_TENSION AND THE MOON
   AND THE SUN, AND THE SUN, AND THE SUN, AND THE SUN, AND THE SUN
YOU CAN'T LOOK AT ME DIRECTLY I'm BRIGHT TOO

EASY TO BE HONEST
 WHEN YOUR OUTLINE BLINDS
  AND GIVING DIRECT LOOKS
   KILLS.

   /

who said the sun rises without noticing

the city street flowers from church to sunrise

i know godless the heavens

whose blue is a trick made for mortal eyes are black and could not be mistaken for derelict

still alien tendencies

deliver me stalking through long shadows cast long ago and wondering

from software written to answer my hard whys easily

i have you to blame for always doing things in the particular way

i and everyone know it ought not be done

and the sun says you follow

my movements watch my brilliance

and you gaseous being being

what you are you are

only an object and only a god and only minutes in heaven away

plus, at least two of the poems in The End of Gameplay are not only about the sun, but specifically about killing or destroying the sun. what's up with that?

lately, i've been on a real subtractive kick. what have i done? what are the consequences of my actions? is this the right thing to do?

yesterday, i went to the beach with a couple friends and a bunch more friends-of-friends. today, i received some thoughts that make me think of the magnitude of love and of life; life finds a way.

what is the sun? the source of energy, it shines from above, un-selective.

The Sun really is pure life-giving energy.

The Sun represents additive and multiplicative forces of light and colour.

The Sun dominates the sky, inspires and powers every smaller light we have ever created, gives birth to lush greenery and motion and action.

The Sun.

dear droqen of yesterday:

Why have you been so reserved with your energy? It isn't yours to conserve or lose, anyway: all energy comes from The Sun, and though it is not infinite, it is cosmic in scale. The Sun always rises; it is unselective with where its rays shine;

but -- droqen of yesterday, is this the way you speak to yourself? You, you, you...

the sun beams infinite love.

pure, life-giving energy.

the sun isn't selective, it shines everywhere, omniluminescent.

bright.

This one is hard! I'm putting a lot of weight on it; this one feels like it's going to set the tone for all the pages to come. What does a page look like? Maybe I should do a mockup? Imagine flipping to a random page in a tarot guidebook... I took notes. What do I want the ideal guidebook to have? What do I like?

... I liked personal interpretations. Why is this Sun this way?

less a letter to myself, more a journal, a space for myself to bleed...
a memory.
why is this Sun this way?
...

"My Sun depicts a journey, or a relationship, between the earth-bound figure and the one in the sky, its outline destroyed by pure energy. The Sun dominates the sky, ignites the city's ten lesser suns, and its light even penetrates the constructed world to the lush greenery beneath.

When I think about The Sun, I'd like to remember above all its innocence: its pure life-giving energy reaches everything without judgement. I need it most of all in times of skepticism and doubt and fear to remind me of the power of revealing fire.

XIX. THE SUN."

i'll play with this 'key word' format but i like the "5 (not 5)" structure... i'm fully ten-brained and it appeals to that side of me, which i love to spoil.

no... no, i can go so much deeper

triple jump
infinite combo (?)

a table of 10 items, using small bits of gameplay... prompts... questions...

i will make a book that speaks my language, not one that reproduces the vibe of older foundational books

revisiting my old prompts:

"ask...
what unspoken truth has been illuminated by the light?

YOUR CONFIDENCE IN THE FUTURE RADIATES OUTWARD, ATTRACTING AND INSPIRING HOPE."

maybe these are salvageable? i can edit them rather than rewriting? id like to include commentary/description of the art, though, i probably have some things to say. secrets...