Dream Gerund: being

Arte Digitora derived from the poems: “On Doing” & “Dream Gerund”

a poem by a self-described juggernaut

On Doing

I have a compulsion to do.

But sometimes/often just want recline.

And the softness [and] of being. Pulled tight into a cocoon & the doing hushed out of me and filled with prairie definitions.

My untold untyped Great/lake fantasies.

Fallen grass tufts and waterproof boot slosh and plant names and hours of dendrochronology with fantas/tical idealized notions of rubbing and human collision, of being.

July nothingness would be a dream come true I close my eyes to it and do and do and do.

~ juggernaut

On July 19, 2022, upon noting the correspondence between the words “doing”, “being” and “dream” in the above poem and the published poem “Dream Gerund” both written by the same poet — I created a digital derivative work – works which I now refer to by the neologism that I conceived:

Arte Digitora.

a digital derivative work (Arte Digitora) created on July 19, 2022 from shared media of the poem “On Doing” and photoshopped with printed text from two poems by the same author published in memotoallemployees, 1995)

I derived the new piece from digital media of the poem “On Doing” shared with me via Instagram direct messaging on July 10, 2022 — and photoshopped it with photos of printed text excerpted from the poems “Dream Gerund” (p. 23) and “Revere The Police, Disdain The Citizens” (p.35) published in the poetry collection book memotoallemployees (1995), which was gifted to me by the author-publisher.


They were the O’Kneels

1 ain’t dumb
+ 1 ain’t dumb
= 0 authentic lives

“seeking intellectual stimulation and companionship in Chicago” 

- a profile headline for a dating app, August 2008

and they’ve never pretended harder,
to be happier,
in their marriage,

than they are right now

“she ain’t dumb.” said the Mr.

“he ain’t dumb.” said the Mrs.

silently, renewing those practical vows


2 “ain’t dumbs” will never add up to

1 authentic life

what their calculus hath joined together,

let no verdant, regent 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊 put asunder,

let us now re-pronounce them:

the O’Kneels

and may the gods

continue to keep and protect all 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 from the harm of men, harm of the discontent, harm of the covetous and envious, harm of the shallows and shallow, harm of the fruitless and the fallow

from harm of self, and from self-harm

amen, amen, amen


the limineen
as imagined with
The Flammarion Engraving

Limineen : limin + een

noun: the time and space of the thresholds; attendance to or presence in, the in- betweens, the interregnum — of becoming and nonbecoming; of beingness and nothingness; of the material and ethereal; of sacredness and profanity; of love and hate; of calm and rage; of the authentic and the engineered; of inertia and energy.

limineen is both mood and State of this author, an Earthling, human, woman and entity, who finds her self present within and attendant to the thresholds of the corporeal, incorporeal and surreal.

from liminal / lim·i·nal
/ˈlimənəl/ adjective

  1. occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.
  2. relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process.

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Equinox Upon All Your Houses! | All, Praise Theia!

Equinox upon all your houses!

and an Equinox prayer:

All praise, Theia!

Thank you for life, the genesis of the path of our axial light;

in your violent, alchemical transformation – you twice gave us our light,

then, the cycle of seasons and precession of the equinoxes in the northern and southern hemispheres of our life-giving Mother Earth,

your gifts are incomparable; an enduring abundance.

All, praise, you Theia, for our Earth Mother Gaia and our Moon, Selene!

Vernal Equinox Evening, Chicago, 2017

Vernal Equinox Sun’s set, Michigan, 2023

derivative work based on Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet — Mercutio’s curse, as exclaimed to the Montague and Capulet families and their factions as he realizes he is mortally wounded by Tybald’s sword — he, collateral damage in the melee of their war of and for power and against, love.

for the Earthling/environmental/political take on the equinox:

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she’ll never forget
how when her heart was breaking
he went to see a foreign film in the suburbs with his family
like it was nothing,
the next day, proceeded to tell her about Korean film and
K-pop like an old man who was just hearing about it for the first time in 2022,
like someone who never knew anyone and who traveled to Korea, for a semester abroad or to teach English, or anything, despite his worldliness and AAdvantages,
like someone who never heard
of BTS, their Map of The Soul,
or Carl Jung’s
it was then she realized how
ignorant and insular,
and Lechter-like he was

he ate people to feed his ego,

and she was a fucking feast

his heart rate never rose the whole time

but his dick sure did