Jason Greendyk

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

My Ineffable, A Queen of Oriental Snowdrifts

Ciao Lady Luck

Either arriving or departing

Still always moving forward

To subtle close the gaps

And stitch a tapestry of control

Into the fortunes of becoming

A steady hand to hold position…

We dwell so close to reality now… all the menagerie of our caricatures having found semblance in that which peers out from behind the reflection and all illusion is a masquerade of aura… all mystery a façade of belief… we touch close beneath the surface in the writhing of our tongues on the accents of an adopted parlance… what choice of words would have us fare well into the hush of an feigned advocacy… the arrogance a cold wind upon our heartened shelter…

And what meandering does lead us to flight back farther than tides recede in the ailing of our memory upon the repetition of our straights… what apathy alights to have us buried in the seeming of our age… our idolization of vain artistry having gutted the machinery of our intellect to the appearance of no perception might discover the reality we hold so close in our dangerous admittance slipped our mind for the parallel of truth conjoining in the selfsame illusion of our distancing…

Watch me dance my vanity and thine will be shed… the walls closing in having only fortified us despite our fears of an end… lovers closing on reality… then who are we and where are we going?

Then, to what end would we want to answer? What other might be listening? Save just embrace and trace to mind the longing… moving in our distant slumber.

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Thursday, January 19, 2012

My Ineffable, Becoming of Externality

Arrested in the shifting of worlds

Barreling distance furiously

From an corporate utopian apathy

The beauty of glass panes'

Their partial reflections

Reiterating the vanity of monotony

Jittering to the last light

And caving in the swell

Pressing the juices of our burgeoning

Day in day out pressing further an internalization of machination... the evening groaning in our alighted eyes and the sensuality an atrophy of our discussion... a lingering distillation... and burning reluctantly for the tongues of saturated being to tingle the eclipse of nerves in the wake of capitalistic distance...

Even into the deeper reaches of provocative enunciation the residue of our dry linguistic pinches as a rosethorn... marking the contraction of our veins like the many rivers of thought forgotten on the passing airs of focus... the contingencies of artistic nuance revoked in the nurture of consistency...

All the very best... an externalized contingency of good faith in fortunes born to internal drums... the rhythm of sexuality comprised in the strain of sunken eyes always reaching through the feckless drift of night for the dear enlightening of dawn... a stark sobriety that the sun will rise again and again no matter thy passing on.

We must externalize the psychologizing internalization in the repossesion of our age to stave the lack and pair a trace of our becoming... the wrinkles of an afterthought condensed in the relief of a moment... a disbursement of our residual hesitations to the growth of our adornments... breathe light in need and we must fade until the morning of a sleeping revolution... the sun forever circling...

Impetus.

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Thursday, January 12, 2012

My Ineffable, Población Flotante

The humid air of life in kindling

Teasing the structure had born a stifle

Lapping the onyx stone

Of a steady pace

And overlooking Bohemian haste

In a nomadic consistency

A floating population hanging dear on the strands of an electronic nervous system… for life, perpetual solitary improvisation… flamenco à la ciudadanía… à la corporación. The branding of the self with the image of corporate elegance… in the dissemination of directive idea throughout an internalized tightrope web of externalized contingencies…

And the world vibrates in these details… the corporate entity of persona a stark weight in the air… perpetually lagging just behind the present at best and continually evoking a credence in solidified progress… the most dire illusion… progress rather the most ephemeral, nomadic element of dynamic constitution… always moving and just out of sight… continually evading real time like a masterful escape artist.

The progression of the modern nomad dwells in a shifting conceptual landscape in the semblance of a moment. Straining to close the gaps of the past and consistently working towards an ineffable future, a perpetual horizon… The modern world no longer exists as such… it is incessantly becoming to an image branded in the consolidated moment, losing ground.

Stillness is a bore… ay, but where are we to contemplate, moving forward?

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

My Ineffable, Philosophia

…

“And still skating by the concept

Vicarious assimilation of life

Lingering ephemeral

Thine eyes reflect my self obsession

My awkward silent hues

A forced epitome for structures’ sake

Evoked in concept ghosts of dreams

Shrieking underground

And losing sense of delineated time

To abandon (her/sense/time)

Is the commission of suicide

I’ve no reason to believe

But enjoy the life of night

Its ringing

And ringing”*

… and ringing louder still in the silence of a moment crossing worlds. Philosophie the flittering trivial nonsense that you’ve abolished in the want of things. In authenticity, strung to the values of a waste. The power of the people contained in our aspirations.

But in the language is an emancipation of this people’s strength. A backdrop of silence the impotency of word as in legal confrontation. All a veil of poetry. We must rather measure our translation as a silence filling sound. Overcoming the gods of sense and their superstitious ruse that confines our language to our written codes…

Again…

“I do believe

That in the pit the darkest core

Of western rationality

Is the quiet of the eastern shore”**

… the dissolution of corporate personhood an incessant reiteration, that is both legally defined and culturally incorporated in the language of a free people, as if freedom were too much to bear, too light to grasp.

Alas, we must not be cowards when we make our lace to the airs of our externalized humanity. Rather, we must persistently embrace new life… bien, bien… à bientôt.

**Excerpted from Šariš, Copyright © 2011 Jason Greendyk

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Friday, December 30, 2011

ALOUD, In Camera Lucida

http://interviewsaloud.com/2011/12/24/in-camera-lucida-a-poem-by-jason-greendyk/

By aloudblog / December 24, 2011 / Uncategorized / 2 Comments

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2012! I look forward to more interviews, more fateful encounters and more unexpected turns. In the meantime, enjoy your break as I will and see you all in a couple of weeks. Concluding 2011, I leave you in the intricate hands of Jason GREENDYK and his poem In Camera Lucida.

The deepest arc

Free of care and light of heart

Binary allosensuality

As time fades on in bourrée pace

The differences blend

The opposition confesses its counterpoint

Counterfactual reticence

And we lean to measure

The meniscus of our innocent starts

Childhood the anacrusis of our epitaph

Yes in the ceremony of our innocence

Her presence was hanging like a chandelier

An open floor in a new house of the nomadic moment

Flickering candela

Nová, Novia

Nová vlna

She was there in spirit

The festival of light reiterated in memoriam

In camera lucida

The chambers of the intellect

On the guiding star of some deep and endless emotion

Some invisible constellation

Corazonamiento

Leads the dance in brief bursts of light

Of color

A turquoise stone

Enclosed in the walls of a troubled spirit

A tormented soul

A gruesome body politic

In a forced Viennese waltz

Absent of hesitations

Collapsing on the open floor

And rise and rise again

Charms scattering the shadows

An ontological intoxication

The digital mutilation of the musica poetica

Once an intellectual perfection

The violin concerto now a shrill and stuttering semblance

Of seas’ minor

Asymbolic psychology in asexual high

Resounding in the chaos of our steps

Somehow so light yet waited on

Changing partners on the floor

The opening of hearts

Cynical, apathetic

And all the more in love

Sweet nothings to the ears of a musing night

Swimming towards Venera on the clearing golden aura

Lucifer the morning star at the appearance of first light

Gave the name of inspiration to the goddess’

Angel falling latter

She drove a wealthy spear rich into thy heart

An aortic grove fording the many rivers of once ’fore

And the oaks of wisdom weeping happiness

Inmaculada conmemoración

Americano tragedy

Carried like another day

As after all and all

Love is mere a whisper woke

That may we proper cultivate

To grow and grow and grow

Into a neverending poem

La concepción de la vida nueva

A new house to paint the walls

December 11, 2011.

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

ALOUD interviews Jason GREENDYK

http://interviewsaloud.com/2011/12/19/aloud-interviews-jason-greendyk-philosopher-poet-author-nyc/

By aloudblog / December 19, 2011 / art, Event, Literature, Uncategorized / 3 Comments

Concluding the NO!R series, ALOUD caught up with Jason GREENDYK, a Philosopher, Poet and Author based in the Big Apple. As long as he can remember, Jason was busy jotting down his thoughts, turning them into poetry. Two decades later, he’s still at it and the process so internalized that it feels completely natural. Busy with a full-time job, a passion for traveling, rollerblading and a tendency to dabble in a variety of mediums, every experience informs Jason’s writing, one way or the other, and, everyday, guides him on the most “epic journey” of all, the one happening in his mind.

ALOUD: Hi Jason, could you start by telling us a little bit about yourself?
JASON GREENDIK: I grew up in New Jersey. I went to college here and studied philosophy. As soon as I graduated from college, I picked up and moved to San Francisco. I stayed there for a year and really focused on developing my poetry. Then, I moved to Florida and stayed there for about 1 year and half. I traveled all over Europe and finally, I came back to Jersey City. There was a heavy feeling when I was coming back. Am I giving up this wandering soul? But when I realised that it wasn’t the case, it was rejuvenating. It has set up the basis for a much more conceptual journey. The journey in my mind everyday is epic!
ALOUD: Has writing always been your medium of choice?
JASON: I am primarily a poet although being in NYC, I have a lot of friends in many different creative fields so I work with them all but it always comes back to how it influences my writing and this journey I am on.
ALOUD: What have you been working on recently?
JASON: I have just concluded a blog project called “Tango de la Materia”, a passionate dark dance with materialism. The idea was that I didn’t want to know what it was going to be. No guiding Ark, no intention apart from what I was living on a day to day basis. It’s interesting, as it progresses, to follow the traces of your own reflective process and identify natural threads coming together. A little more than halfway through, although started in this chaos, it developed a very distinct structure. I could tell exactly where it was going to end.
ALOUD: Was blogging very different to writing a poetry book?
JASON: I have written 3 poetry books and the process is very different. I was still writing the poetry on a day to day level but I then had the opportunity to edit and compile the order of the poetry much after the fact. It was very reflected whereas, with the blog, it’s all happening in real time. It’s like seeing the end of the journey in every moment. “Tango de la Materia” is, however, now available in book format by private request, being my 4th publication.
ALOUD: The thing about blogs is that their structure is always chronological which is something you don’t have to follow when putting a book together.
JASON: I have a log of the day I post a poem to the blog as well as the day it was actually written which is not chronological at all. I might post a poem that was written a year ago. It’s a completely different perception of time which is going back and forth.
ALOUD: You are also an avid rollerblader. Is rollerblading the counterpoint to your writing?
JASON: A book I have published, “The Apple Juice”, was about my experience with rollerblading which was also a huge part of the traveling I have done. It’s a pretty stark counterpoint but it is also a very powerful source for understanding more ephemeral concepts and a deep social context, especially in a place like NYC. Rollerblading is very partially opposed to the materialistic ideology.
ALOUD: Would you like to talk about your performance for NO!R?
JASON: Rachel, who is also a poet, and I did a collaborative piece which was recorded and played throughout the show. The title of the show was “Ceremony of Innocence” and the artwork was images of children with a spiritual but also very political element to it. Our work depicted a mother and father speaking to their newborn, relating their perceptions of the world and what their hopes for their children are, voicing their souls and ideological ideas.
ALOUD: Do you think artists can feel a bond with their work that a parent might feel with a child?
JASON: People can almost treat their artwork in the way they might treat a child. Nurturing it, treating it with love and watching it grow. The fact that we can approach artwork in this sense of nurturing growth and then let it all go rather than cling to it.
ALOUD: What do you think might come next for you?
JASON: One project I am hoping to confront in the next couple of years is to approach the language of mathematics with a poetic style. And vice versa, I’m also interested in applying the flowing aspects of poetry to mathematics to bridge the gap between rationality and spirit.
ALOUD: You grew up with a pen in your hand, what would you tell yourself as you went from ‘writing’ to becoming a ‘writer’?
JASON: There was definitely a point when I became more explicit in my writing. If I were to go back to that moment, I would say, “dive in, go for it and go even further.”
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Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

NO!R NEW YORK, Ceremony of Innocence

Jason Greendyk was an artist in NO!R NEW YORK's Ceremony of Innocence, December, 2011.

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