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Equations: 2018/2nd Edition (Dialectic Form)

This is the second edition of Equations by Adam Fieled (2018), originally released as a Blue & Yellow Dog print book in 2011, and employing "Dialectic Form."

#47 Lisa has dramatic

#47 Lisa has dramatic moments; however, unlike Trish, she is unable to make them stick. Trish is able to make her dramas go up— they incorporate myth, history, and the ineluctable nature of hostile circumstances. Lisa is crass, and when she has panic attacks, they cause discomfort that rivets negative attention on her vulgarity. Moreover, I am looking for a way out, an ostensible reason to pursue Trish over Lisa. I learn for the second time that physical sparks lose their luster over long periods of time— things get stale, and the movements, gestures, and contours that were once enticing become repulsive. I see that Lisa and I have mostly a relationship of convenience, a kind of sham marriage— what never coalesces seems more important than what does. People become habits to each other and spend vast amounts of time (months, years, decades, life-times) in sham relationships just to create the impression of being loved, of belonging somewhere. That real love never enters the equation is an irrelevant issue to them. What is real love? Real love is something Trish and I learn about— a shared movement upwards, a companionship towards higher realities, an unwillingness to deny that stasis is a dominant factor in the human world. 54

#48 Jena has very specific, very naïve notions about love. Love is faith— you believe in someone else. But Jena‟s version of love presupposes a static sense of self, and an equally static sense of the Other. If you change, you must not change profoundly— there must be a continuous, coherent presence that subsists from one change to another. The conflict is that most mutual upwards movements change things (consciousness, emotional matter) irreparably. As soon as it becomes clear that this is what Jena‟s vision is (once the initial thrill of perpetual physical intercourse has subsided), I realize that nothing between us can coalesce. She barbs her remarks in such a way as to suggest that I‟m not who she believed me to be — a simple, unchanging soul. As things burn down to the wire, I realize that Jena‟s ideals dictate that no one will ever exist for her except as a shadow of these ideals. She will project her ideals onto many, and see who mostly closely conforms to their striations. When I read through her letters many years later, I am stunned that I could‟ve fooled her for as long as I did. But there‟s not much room for reality in human relationships and by the time I reread these letters, I have my own formulated ideals. What redeems me, in my own estimation, is the facticity of my awareness— that the idea of an actualized human ideal is fallacious, and that honesty consonance on this level has its own way of going up. 55

Answered Prayers and Willard Preachers (2018 edition/2nd edition)