Wednesday, August 27, 2008


This is consciousness!

All my life I’ve been trying to define consciousness, what it is. About 20-years ago a friend, Dick Hammerstrom gave me the idea of what it isn’t: He said, ‘It’s when you don’t know that you don’t know!’ Basically when you’re living in darkness.

Then just yesterday, revelation (a light went on)! Another friend, Rotaurt Boyens finally gave me the idea of what ‘it’ is: She said, ‘…you see through things…’ Maybe what Superman used and what I think was termed ‘X-ray vision!’

And thus:

This is consciousness!

We see through all things:
We see through all the hypocrisy.
We see through all the manipulation; exploitation!
We see through the nature of money (as the modern ‘God’).
We see through governments, institutions, (organized) religion!
We see through it all!
We see through falling in love,’(‘Nature’s joke!’); marriage!
We see through Olympic Games; nationalism.
We see through fantasy and ‘Hollywood’ movies (‘Tell-me-again-daddy,’ stories).
We see through all the lies; the bullshit!
We see through advertising; bullshit for profit!
We see through all the distractions (screens).
We see through all injustice!
We see through modern life (as a crock of shit)!
We see through it all

We see, not with, but through the eyes.
This is consciousness (when you can)!

WE ARE THE ‘ENEMY’ EACH ONE OF US! AS WE DON’T KNOW THAT WE DON’T KNOW (yet we all ‘know’ we’re right, projecting evil and wrongdoing onto ‘the other’). This is being unconscious (as Dick said).

Thus, let us all start seeing through and not with the eyes!

F.A. Hutchison
In China


Sunday, August 17, 2008


In Sinning

Garbage trucks sing,
‘Twinkle, twinkle little star;’
Christmas melodies, as
‘Santa Claus is coming to town!’

Sitting in Sinning
Thinking of C.S.;
The given grace,
Life and love,
The pursuit; the race!

Garbage trucks sing
In Sinning!

Copyright 2008
F.A. Hutchison
Xining, China

Distant Clouds

The dead forget the living!
The living forget the dead!
The ants go up the tree,
The ants go down the tree.
The butter flies
Distant clouds.


Wednesday, August 13, 2008



There is no time
Out here,
Only change,
Day – night,
Hot – cold,
Summer – winter,
Slow – fast,
Low – high,
The cyclorama
Then nothing,
All at once