On Cool

First its very clear to me that what is “cool” inexplicably is that, inexplicable, it cannot be defined for several reasons. The first being that it is entirely relative and subjective and thus being without a doubt transitory and nonstatic. And also it is because even amongst the individual perspective, untangible and ephemeral. But aside from this first assertion I intend to, with the best of my abilities draw certain parameters and a general grasp of what I believe to be “cool”. this is solely for my own benefit and completely selfish. At the same time it is imperative that I try, for what is cool or what is uncool are what guides and dictates a very many of my choices and expressions. You may find a serious lack of certainty in the following description and a definite paradoxical stand point but that is the reason and sole benefit of this piece to extrapolate and synthesis into something much cooler.

The static cool

There are times when I reflect and despair. And it is a genuine despair for something not to be despaired. A nostalgia that seeps and reeks from my memories. Times I wish I had been fully present, or in the right mind, or just somewhere else entirely. This is possible a regret, and I may agree. I was told never for that to happen, to never regret but I am certain that is not possible, I agree if you are in a position where you regret something to be done than you have the ability and likely hood to change what is to happen but when things are past, they have past, we are trapped in three dimensions and thus ruled by the ebb and flow of time. Although unless your actions are in the extreme degree unfavorable, chances are given enough time it will wash away to the vastness and utterly unnavigatable depths of the past. But before I stray too far off track there are experiences I have had that whilst in the mist and torrent and confusion of the present were unfavorable to me I have come past them into a period of still waters of present times beyond with an eye of reflection and wished that I was more aware of how wonderful and very cool they were. Some experiences were unequivocally mundane and for those reasons appeared to be a vacuum of anything substantial and in retrospect were virtually ripe with what I see as cool. Other times the experiences were rapid and confusing and beyond a present awareness of coolness. And of those times I have regret which is uncool, but happens non the less, regret for the absence of the necessary mind set to appreciate. The desolate streetlight corner past midnight, the lonely walk through the late night abandoned town. Snapshots of my experiences that elicit my desire for presence. The orange glow of a streetlight in a vacant parking lot. The static coolness, the there for an instant and gone, the photograph of an silent road following a high stone wall and a chained link fence. Black and white realities, the static cool is unreal realism, the utter ;perfection of a world devoid of perfection, the simplicity of a tree just yearning and stretching its limbs out against the dirty sidewalks and graffiti walls of apartment and studio buildings standing erect for not a single use than the absence of useless space. Whatever is cool it resides there, somewhere, clawing and rapping and growling and glaring at me for ephemeral instances where sometimes I can make eye contact and realize. The setting sun, the rising moon, the setting moona nd the rising sun. they all appear to be static period in time but are ever changing yes, but at these times you can witness, you can tell, ah yes here there is something cool, yes here I am within it, it is within me, there is coolness to be found. What underlies this is that at the moment of subtle awareness of the static cool it is gone. It is only there long enough to be thought of and called out. It disappears, it finds somewhere else where someone is not aware of what is happening to them. It resides in the abcense of your appreciation, and for as long as that abcense remains gone. If you can look onto the static cool without selfish desires I hypothesis it may stay and linger on, if you wish not to fathom how cool it may be, of course you will never fathom it, but you may be able to observe it for just a bit longer, and strangely enough it appears to me that the longer you can gaze upon this static moment of cool the greater understanding of it may come, whereas you may have a better recognition and with that a lesser recognition of what is happening, what is cool. But alas the static cool can never be achieved in the present, because we are only in the present long enough to say to ourselves that is cool, and thus that ultimately becomes that was cool. It is done it is past, it is memory. But in that quickness of understanding and appreciation there is something cool onto itself the ability to just aware oneself briefly of the cool and continue on whithout total recognition of the cool so as to call forth it upon yourself again sooner. Very stoic in nature I suppose.