Keepers of the Flame

Keepers of the Flame

(song lyrics)

Backed by candles and incense and a mystical romantic feeling,
I play my guitar as the flame shadows tickle the ceiling.
I picture your candlelit face floating there in the night time.
I didn’t want you to go, but to say so just wasn’t the right time.

Love as a candle flares bright in the eyes
Of people who want it to be in their lives.
It’s sweetness and sulphur and the scent lingers on
For years sometimes after the flame is long gone.
The wax runs in pools and is warm to the touch
But we mustn’t play too much
Or the candle will drown and the flame will burn down
And that’s what happened to us.

In loves from before I had gone with the flow of the moment,
Never knowing until love had died that my heart was in torment
Over things I had wanted and things I had dreamed that I let slip down the drain,
And I promised myself I would never be that blind again.

When our love flared I worked hard to make sure that this time would be different.
I strove to be sure what I wanted was clear from the outset.
But I watched it too close and became too intense and you pulled away;
The damage was done and the candlelight faded to grey.

Love as a candle flares bright in the eyes
Of people who want it to be in their lives.
It’s sweetness and sulphur and the scent lingers on
For years sometimes after the flame is long gone.
The wax runs in pools and is warm to the touch
But we mustn’t play too much
Or the candle will drown and the flame will burn down
And that’s what I did to you.

Now the candle wick smolders, streaming a sweet smoke of mourning
That mingles with incense circling your image before me.
I long to rekindle the romance and hold you tight in my arms,
But I don’t want to open you up to more of my harms.

Please know that wherever you go, there’ll always be part of me with you
Tucked inside your heart, giving love that will always renew.
Any time you need strength, reach inside and I’ll be waiting patiently
With arms open wide and a candle flame burning brightly.

— Stace Johnson, 1993

“Rent a Life, Johnson!”

“Rent a Life, Johnson!”

Wifephone crackles
inahurrygottagoloveyoubyeclickhummmmmm
Wifeless, Lifeless
Unfettered, Unfree
Wallowing in work while waiting, wanting wifeness
Taunting exhaustion, last bastion of
Confidence quakes, crumbles; wall falls
Jericho Johnson joins the Trumpet Tune Jejune.

— Stace Johnson, 1992

Agnostic Acrostic

Agnostic Acrostic

Atheist is a garish word,
Glaring and harsh. I am
Not faithless; I find faith in
Oneness, though not “ONE TRUE GOD,”
Setting up the pieces like a
Toy train, a remote switch railmaster.
I find faith in inscape: interrelations and
Correlations between the many that are One.

— Stace Johnson, 1992

To Keats

To Keats

That I, an unknown poet at the best,
Would feel so strong the pull of Imagery
To scribble out these lines before I rest
‘Pon reading of your life and poesy

Seems strange. I’ve often felt a gossamer
Connection to your life — invisible
The cords that bind two Menschen einsamer
Are chords in vacuum played, inaudible.

Your life cut short when you were twenty-six
The ripe old age at which I pen these lines
Your language rich with metaphors and tricks
A quantum leap above these scrawls of mine.

Tonight, I wished that I could cease to be,
But Keats restored my faith with poetry.

— Stace Johnson, 1991

The NeXT Step (Vorticism 1991)

The NeXT Step?
(Vorticism 1991)

Thousands of programmers
Typing in unison
Hacking in UNIX on
Sleek black machines.

Weizenbaum warns us that
AI’s not where its at
Threats to humanity
Garnish the seams

Of these C algorithms
And LISP subroutines.
Icons to silicon
Bury our dreams.

Massively parallel
Spells analog’s death knell;
Hypercubes emulate
Turing machines

In a giant array
of AI DNA,
Launching electrons like
Silical genes.

Cognitive science has
Taught us to ask ourselves:
When does Intelligence
Make its own means?

Sufficiently complex
Parallel neural nets
Attain self-awareness at
Some point, it seems;

What right as Creators
Have we to berate or
Suppress the inception of
Silicon Dreams?

— Stace Johnson, 1991