I had every good intention to attempt effort at SCHOLARLY resignation. I had in mind to expel Childhood KARMA as conclusionary attribute of Adult Dysfunction, where "attribute" means "to attribute TO". I wanted to review Judge Kavanaugh's Drinking Hedonism as a RESULT of Childhood De-Formation. I "wanted to'" describe the use of Pre-Adult Years as Karma because there is, presently, a Judgment of the Judge, a Sundae on a Sunday, that precludes intellectual animosity.
I am loathe to find myself as Story Teller.
The Story of the Downspout Clog Slog is who I am, for Better and for Worse, through Sickness and in Health, until Death does me part.
Did NOT see that coming.
Rock steady........steady as He goes....
Sunday, September 30, 2018
Fury-ism
It ain't enough to close this account with some sort of Bhagavad Gita "Purport". I gotta confess DURING that Downspout De-Clogging I WASN'T thinking about ANYTHING. That "goes against" over forty years of Zen Surety. Movements during tactical operations don't require "thinking" especially if you've "been there" and "done that". I WILL testify, however, that the Storm and Its POWER was laden with a Ferocity of Adventure, meaning, the Extreme of Activity produced in me a Mindful-Lessness that bordered on Delirium, but hey, that's just me. The Anxiety-Ridden Panic Attack was just an ancillary bene-FIT.
As I was returning the Ladder to its "At Least It's Out Of The Way" residence I chanced upon the Two Aluminums. One was right by the outdoor faucet, the other, as you have read, on the AC.
Seeing them hit me like a Paul Bunyan swung Razorback Long-Handled Flat Shovel in my face. It didn't drop me but I was stunned. These Items were in Plain Sight yet I had missed them due to my Fury-ism. Still I wondered.....
Had the Universe somehow PREVENTED me from seeing them so that I WOULDN'T replace them "as they were" ?
Suppose the Universe had blinded me so I could make the downspout BETTER ?
You gotta figure ------------------- that's some Universe....... .
As I was returning the Ladder to its "At Least It's Out Of The Way" residence I chanced upon the Two Aluminums. One was right by the outdoor faucet, the other, as you have read, on the AC.
Seeing them hit me like a Paul Bunyan swung Razorback Long-Handled Flat Shovel in my face. It didn't drop me but I was stunned. These Items were in Plain Sight yet I had missed them due to my Fury-ism. Still I wondered.....
Had the Universe somehow PREVENTED me from seeing them so that I WOULDN'T replace them "as they were" ?
Suppose the Universe had blinded me so I could make the downspout BETTER ?
You gotta figure ------------------- that's some Universe....... .
...one wrung at a time...
I ascended one rung at a time, rung by rung, wrung by wrung, with the Aluminum hooks, figurin' just to position them the way they were originally, the way that looked fucked-up because they WERE fucked-up : the way that drove me fucking MAD, and the way, I was to learn, PREVENTED clearing intubation, THAT way. And when I put them together it didn't work. WTF ? Try as I might, on the tippy top of the Ladder, I couldn't do it. I needed AT LEAST 2 more hooks. I looked down, nothing. I descended, one rung at a time, step by step, one by one.
Another Hard Target Search and Destroy Mission. I was FURIOUS. I couldn't see straight let alone see hooked. Those Aluminums were fucking GONE. I seethed in rage. HOW IN GAWD'S FUCKING NAME HAD I LOST THOSE HOOKS ???
Blind Fury should be one of my names.
THAT'S when I resorted to using those painfully expensive Plastic Fantastics.
I ascended, one by one, step by step, rung by rung, wrung by wrung.
Bent And Twisted should be one of my names. I adjusted the accordion plastics to fit and conform----done. I drilled the hole and secured them to the lead pipe drain sleeve.
I descended step by step, rung by rung, one one at a time-time.
My Fury had dissipated as had the Storm.
It was quiet. I stood still.
Another Hard Target Search and Destroy Mission. I was FURIOUS. I couldn't see straight let alone see hooked. Those Aluminums were fucking GONE. I seethed in rage. HOW IN GAWD'S FUCKING NAME HAD I LOST THOSE HOOKS ???
Blind Fury should be one of my names.
THAT'S when I resorted to using those painfully expensive Plastic Fantastics.
I ascended, one by one, step by step, rung by rung, wrung by wrung.
Bent And Twisted should be one of my names. I adjusted the accordion plastics to fit and conform----done. I drilled the hole and secured them to the lead pipe drain sleeve.
I descended step by step, rung by rung, one one at a time-time.
My Fury had dissipated as had the Storm.
It was quiet. I stood still.
Fully Flaccid
I repositioned the ladder to the North Wall. It provided a greater leverage because it changed the angle of the draw. My hose, fully flaccid, finally came free. The downspout hooks fell to the ground except for one, I placed it on the AC and descended, one rung at a time, wrung by wrung.
The rainstorm had ended. There was no Fury in the wind. I was halfway.
There was still shit inside that WAS the clog, I went to rinse it free.
I wondered where the plastic downspout drains were, I found them after a quiet-riot of a Search and Destroy Operation. I hate myself for putting items where I can't forget them. I always forget their location. After tearing up the basement I resigned myself to UN-Holy. I cursed my Self-Imposed Jobian Eccentricity....
I NEVER wanted to use them, they had cost 8 dollars each, a HUGE fucking rip-off, but now I had NO Chance.
It only it were just that, a Happy Ending. No and FUCK NO.
Let me tell you what happened BEFORE the Plastic Fantastic Conclusion.
The rainstorm had ended. There was no Fury in the wind. I was halfway.
There was still shit inside that WAS the clog, I went to rinse it free.
I wondered where the plastic downspout drains were, I found them after a quiet-riot of a Search and Destroy Operation. I hate myself for putting items where I can't forget them. I always forget their location. After tearing up the basement I resigned myself to UN-Holy. I cursed my Self-Imposed Jobian Eccentricity....
I NEVER wanted to use them, they had cost 8 dollars each, a HUGE fucking rip-off, but now I had NO Chance.
It only it were just that, a Happy Ending. No and FUCK NO.
Let me tell you what happened BEFORE the Plastic Fantastic Conclusion.
...waiting for good roe...
I gotta confess Kiz --- as I looked up and saw the hose and the hooks in a mangled-dangle and ostentatious display of WHAT-IN-GAWD'S-FUCKING-NAME-HAPPENED-HERE ???!!! it looked so freaking bizarre that it had its own Peculiar Beauty.
Ladder - busted up downspout drain --- dangled-mangled Intelligence gone the way of Hammer-fisted FURY, shit, what's NOT to Love ??????
It was impressive.
I wondered what would happen to the guy who'd done that .
What would become of the Mangled-Dangle Downspout Drain ?
Would the hose stay in place all Winter ??
Would the Ladder be moved to Jacob's Reverie ???
I was inspired by AWE-FULL.
And so I just stood there --------- waiting ------------ waiting------------waiting.
Ladder - busted up downspout drain --- dangled-mangled Intelligence gone the way of Hammer-fisted FURY, shit, what's NOT to Love ??????
It was impressive.
I wondered what would happen to the guy who'd done that .
What would become of the Mangled-Dangle Downspout Drain ?
Would the hose stay in place all Winter ??
Would the Ladder be moved to Jacob's Reverie ???
I was inspired by AWE-FULL.
And so I just stood there --------- waiting ------------ waiting------------waiting.
Paddy Whack
I rammed the hose, the drain rejecting it forthwith, up and down, ground and pound, it got advance an inch at a time. Guess what happened ? Go ahead, GUESS. The drain was clogged IN DEEP. Not just A Little. I had no recourse but to bust it open. I hammer-fisted it, broke the metal away from the pop-rivets and shit went EVERYWHERE . I stared as if stupid. Oh well. The overflow was NOT deluge-ing the bulkhead doors. I tried to remove the hose. Guess what ? Go ahead, GUESS. The hose wouldn't slide back out. I pulled harder. I pulled so that the entire gutter would collapse in a junk heap where it belonged. I read my Obituary. "Steve DeSilva, asshole extraodinaire, was found dead from pulling his own hose." It was raining harder now.
Ya' know Kidz, there should be a fable where the Wisdom-At-The-End is "So don't even think for a SECOND that things CAN'T go 'From BAD to WORSE' ".
I climbed down, one rung at a time. I stepped back mangled drain hooks suspended by hose, swinging back and forth and forth and back and back and forth again.
The ladder seemed a GIANT Exclamation Point.
This Old Man He Played Dumb He played dumb and did succumb to a nit wit panic attack give the dog a bone, this old man was drenched with foam.
Ya' know Kidz, there should be a fable where the Wisdom-At-The-End is "So don't even think for a SECOND that things CAN'T go 'From BAD to WORSE' ".
I climbed down, one rung at a time. I stepped back mangled drain hooks suspended by hose, swinging back and forth and forth and back and back and forth again.
The ladder seemed a GIANT Exclamation Point.
This Old Man He Played Dumb He played dumb and did succumb to a nit wit panic attack give the dog a bone, this old man was drenched with foam.
Osmosis Ification
I stuck my hand into IN, and found it clogged to the point of Impermeable Osmosis-ifi-cation. (I crack myself up). It was SOLIDLY compacted and a PERFECT Seal. I dug in KNOWING what HAD-TO follow. I dug out one handful, then another ---- it was deep and my hands weren't gonna do the job. It had to be hose. I had to do a Hose Job. Down I went, one rung at a time, thoroughly pissed on by Rain.
Up I went, one rung at a time, now with my Hose in my hand ----
When you do this you gotta have the water on FULLBLAST. I stuck it near the drain-hole and the water SPASHED everywhere but mostly up my nose and into my eyes.
I ain't that wicket smot.
The Forced Water rolled down my face, down my neck.
Who could ask for anything more ?
Up I went, one rung at a time, now with my Hose in my hand ----
When you do this you gotta have the water on FULLBLAST. I stuck it near the drain-hole and the water SPASHED everywhere but mostly up my nose and into my eyes.
I ain't that wicket smot.
The Forced Water rolled down my face, down my neck.
Who could ask for anything more ?
Stu Pendus
The ladder was one rung from being Fully Extended and I was at only head level (not chest level) with the gutter. The wind had intensified and the rain was so heavy I couldn't see across the street. I began to pray. I started to pray NOT for my own safety, but for some wary motorist to pass by and marvel at my STUPENDOUS Stu-pid-id-i-ty. I wanted Some One to astonish, "What is that fucking asshole DOING in this TORRENTIAL Downpour" ??? I wanted that, to be seen as a freaking IDIOT. "Why'd the Moron climb the Ladder in a Biblical Inundation ?" See ? That WORKS for me. (Where was I ???)
I prayed in Thank-Fullness that I had spent SUPER-BIG bucks on a Carhartt Anti-Rain Gear System that could go E.V.A (Extra Vehicular Activity) aboard Jacque Cousteau's "Calypso" and nary a drop would penetrate my Space Suit. I spent like ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY dollars for that Anti-Rain protection. It was worth EVERY single PENNY. So I just stood there----20 feet up---waiting for a gust of rain to blow me the fuck OFF. One thing I WOULDN'T do is YELL while I was mid-air. Not cool. I was just gonna crash onto the steps, because I didn't close BOTH the bulk-head doors, and bleed to death from a rib through one or both lungs.
I savored that for quite some time.
I prayed in Thank-Fullness that I had spent SUPER-BIG bucks on a Carhartt Anti-Rain Gear System that could go E.V.A (Extra Vehicular Activity) aboard Jacque Cousteau's "Calypso" and nary a drop would penetrate my Space Suit. I spent like ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY dollars for that Anti-Rain protection. It was worth EVERY single PENNY. So I just stood there----20 feet up---waiting for a gust of rain to blow me the fuck OFF. One thing I WOULDN'T do is YELL while I was mid-air. Not cool. I was just gonna crash onto the steps, because I didn't close BOTH the bulk-head doors, and bleed to death from a rib through one or both lungs.
I savored that for quite some time.
O.M.S.
We've all seen those Old Guys that HAVE EVERYTHING and Everythings are In Their Place, snuggled with and by Intelligence, at the Kwik & Ready of neat, cleaned, and ordered and BLINDINGLY FUCKING OLD MAN STYLE. Well, I'd "seen" those Dudes too. It was Love Hate. I LOVED that they had all the Tool's, HATED how they had them, all Operating Room surgical and stuff and junk. When I was Younger I VOWED NEVER to be like ANY one of THEM. So, like, NOW, I'm seeing the freaking WISDOM of Immediate and DIRECT Access No Hassel FREEDOM and I can't BEAR to utilize that kind of straight-forward availability and Ease. Don't misunderstand. My Tools' Room is "At-A-Glance" utilitarian. BUT most of the tools I have pegged are there AS VANITY FARE. It ain't just a Tools ROOM, I haffta have it as Tools MUSEUM. I have glandular tools egoism, G.T.E. , the one that PROMOTES O.M.S. Old Man Syndrome.
I'm fucked five ways and SIDE ways to Sundays.
I'm fucked five ways and SIDE ways to Sundays.
Ladder Lather
It ain't just POURING. The rain is at "Force Level ELEVEN" ---- just getting the ladder was an Exercise in Exasperation. The ladder use-to be hung Old Man Nicely, out of the way, out of sight, under the deck...ya' knowl like PERFECT. Thing is, I hated HOW it was suspended. I'd used my choker chains because I didn't want to drill I into the 4 By's to screw in the Perfect Brackets I had. There was just SOMETHING about compromising the 4 X 4. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Problem with that was, every time I needed the ladder I had to FUCK-WITH those chains. You want AGGRAVATION ????? I GUARANTEED seething frustration, self-loathing, and an INFURIATION of my own LAZINESS that absolutely THRILLED me. That location had to go. I had to free up the choker chains.
So ----Where oh where should my dumb ladder go ?
Oh where oh where should it be ???
Keep in mind it's a 20 foot extension ladder, unwieldy at best, at worst a spinal tap ---- one wrong move and it's vertebral subluxation of the PASS-OUT Sort. Plus, when I work with my own self-hatred it excites the fuck out of me. I get so PISSED I can, like, do the work of 20 addled geriatrics.
Since I needed it for tree work, I had simply dropped it on the ground near the trees I had to work. Once again, I KNEW BETTER, but I'm so goddamn LA-Z I couldn't bring myself to position it properly, even though I had a PERFECT PLACE for it, on the chain-link fence that is the rear boundary. No and FUCK NO, on the ground it went. It's Aluminum with a nylon rope so what could be the problem ??? Well, WEEDS and BITTERSWEET were the problem, after only a Little While, the ladder had again gotten CHOKED. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ???
The wind and rain were whipping and ripping my face.
Good times.....
So ----Where oh where should my dumb ladder go ?
Oh where oh where should it be ???
Keep in mind it's a 20 foot extension ladder, unwieldy at best, at worst a spinal tap ---- one wrong move and it's vertebral subluxation of the PASS-OUT Sort. Plus, when I work with my own self-hatred it excites the fuck out of me. I get so PISSED I can, like, do the work of 20 addled geriatrics.
Since I needed it for tree work, I had simply dropped it on the ground near the trees I had to work. Once again, I KNEW BETTER, but I'm so goddamn LA-Z I couldn't bring myself to position it properly, even though I had a PERFECT PLACE for it, on the chain-link fence that is the rear boundary. No and FUCK NO, on the ground it went. It's Aluminum with a nylon rope so what could be the problem ??? Well, WEEDS and BITTERSWEET were the problem, after only a Little While, the ladder had again gotten CHOKED. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME ???
The wind and rain were whipping and ripping my face.
Good times.....
Tempest Torment
Now I SHOULD go back and tell you Kidz about the time I had to change-out a water pump in a front-engine-front wheel drive Buick. It took me almost a day. It took me TWO days to "get over" the imbecilic IDIOT-CY of that skank-ass "Engineer" who designed the cooling system in the First Place. I had to remove the radiator, the front grille, and the upper control arm and loosen the shock absorber just to get "at" the pump itself. If I'd a' seen THAT kid, I'd a' smash-mouthed HIM as well. Some Designers have NO "Street Cred", they DON'T work on the motors they create, so, as long as they get everything IN it doesn't matter that you gotta spend a morning getting everything OUT.
But I digress.......
So like, I waited for the BIGGEST DELUGE. I got down into the Tools' Room and there was a fucking RIVER coming from the bulkhead entry. I ran outside. The gutter drain I SHOULDA cleared was OBVIOUSLY blocked, I KNEW THAT, and the wind had carried the overflow onto the bulkhead where it drained down INTO the stairway. The bottom calking had failed due to FAILURE.
Nothing else to do but do it.
It was actually a goddamn RELIEF to work outside in a Biblical Tempest. I have issues, most of them quite remarkably severe.
But I digress.......
So like, I waited for the BIGGEST DELUGE. I got down into the Tools' Room and there was a fucking RIVER coming from the bulkhead entry. I ran outside. The gutter drain I SHOULDA cleared was OBVIOUSLY blocked, I KNEW THAT, and the wind had carried the overflow onto the bulkhead where it drained down INTO the stairway. The bottom calking had failed due to FAILURE.
Nothing else to do but do it.
It was actually a goddamn RELIEF to work outside in a Biblical Tempest. I have issues, most of them quite remarkably severe.
G-utter Failure
I had all Summer to "adjust" a section of the back gutter that had driven me quite mad.
Now you'd think that any SANE man woulda-just sucked it up, got the extension ladder and have at it, I mean, you'd think. When I saw it the first time I fucking MARVELD at the level of "Funktitude" generated by the previous owner, who OBVIOUSLY had SEVERE mental gutter deformities. Instead of a couple of 90 degree hooks, he'd chained SEVERAL 90 degree hooks, pop-riveted them, and fastened them to the end of the gutter WHICH EXTENDED BEYOND THE EDGE OF THE ROOF BY LIKE ABOUT TWENTY INCHES OR SO !!!! Who does that ? If he had the time and the money, which he MUST have, instead of "living with" that Gutter Deformity, why not just START OVER, reposition the drain, and the section the gutter to accommodate the new drain hole, get it closer to the wall edges and make it look as it should, NATURAL ? I mean, you'd think.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't just fix it the way it SHOULDA BEEN in the First Place. I must have ENJOYED wanting to ream that asshole a NEW asshole, just on-accounta General Principle. I met the old owner this Summer Past, he's like a CRAPZILLION years OLD now. I'd 'a beaten him senseless but I didn't want to get shit all over my fists, and besides, once I'd exchanged pleasantries with him, he SEEMED normal.
Now you'd think that any SANE man woulda-just sucked it up, got the extension ladder and have at it, I mean, you'd think. When I saw it the first time I fucking MARVELD at the level of "Funktitude" generated by the previous owner, who OBVIOUSLY had SEVERE mental gutter deformities. Instead of a couple of 90 degree hooks, he'd chained SEVERAL 90 degree hooks, pop-riveted them, and fastened them to the end of the gutter WHICH EXTENDED BEYOND THE EDGE OF THE ROOF BY LIKE ABOUT TWENTY INCHES OR SO !!!! Who does that ? If he had the time and the money, which he MUST have, instead of "living with" that Gutter Deformity, why not just START OVER, reposition the drain, and the section the gutter to accommodate the new drain hole, get it closer to the wall edges and make it look as it should, NATURAL ? I mean, you'd think.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't just fix it the way it SHOULDA BEEN in the First Place. I must have ENJOYED wanting to ream that asshole a NEW asshole, just on-accounta General Principle. I met the old owner this Summer Past, he's like a CRAPZILLION years OLD now. I'd 'a beaten him senseless but I didn't want to get shit all over my fists, and besides, once I'd exchanged pleasantries with him, he SEEMED normal.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
"Trouble in Paradise"
The Dakini Vajravarhi (vohj-ruh-vahhh-hee) is depicted with hook knife and skull cup, treading on the demon of Ignorance.
She ain't gonna let an asshole grab Her pussy.
"Trouble is Paradise" is tract 13 on Huey Lewis and the News's "Greatest Hits" Compilation. In my view it's one of the GREATEST Compilations EVA. Huey and His admit to the Chaos of Law and Order, as IT, recedes and then floods our Conscious of Every Day rituals and tribulations. We can't seem to "Get what we want" and the resulting DIS-Satisfaction is cause of Suffering, to be relieved by understanding the True Nature of Life and Existence. There's Trouble NOW but it CAN'T last forever, at least according to Huey, Priest of Dakini America.
I stand as Priest to Dakini America, a New Order of Scholar/Warrior Guys who Venerate Truth.
As always, the Problem of Truth, has as its Solution, Truth.
Rock steady........steady as SHE goes....
She ain't gonna let an asshole grab Her pussy.
"Trouble is Paradise" is tract 13 on Huey Lewis and the News's "Greatest Hits" Compilation. In my view it's one of the GREATEST Compilations EVA. Huey and His admit to the Chaos of Law and Order, as IT, recedes and then floods our Conscious of Every Day rituals and tribulations. We can't seem to "Get what we want" and the resulting DIS-Satisfaction is cause of Suffering, to be relieved by understanding the True Nature of Life and Existence. There's Trouble NOW but it CAN'T last forever, at least according to Huey, Priest of Dakini America.
I stand as Priest to Dakini America, a New Order of Scholar/Warrior Guys who Venerate Truth.
As always, the Problem of Truth, has as its Solution, Truth.
Rock steady........steady as SHE goes....
Dakini for Yu and Meany
I wondered about how to iconographically depict Truth. Miss Liberty is a Broad, as is Miss Justice--- atop the Capitol Building is Miss Columbia, the so-called "Star Goddess"....should I not, then, depict Truth as a Female ?
Ya gotta-figure, Yup.
I must introduce you Kidz to the Tibetan "Dakini". Please read the definition supplied by the Shambhala Dictionary of Buddhism and Zen.
..."Thus the [Dakini] is a female figure that moves on the highest level of reality; her nakedness symbolizes knowledge of truth unveiled." ...
She "sanctions" Inspiration. Technically, She inspires US to exist in HER Celestial Realm of [Absolute] Truth.
We are painfully aware of the phrase "Naked Truth" I will argue now that the Dakini as Naked Truth co-exist with Her Majesty, Blind Justice.
Ya gotta-figure, Yup.
I must introduce you Kidz to the Tibetan "Dakini". Please read the definition supplied by the Shambhala Dictionary of Buddhism and Zen.
..."Thus the [Dakini] is a female figure that moves on the highest level of reality; her nakedness symbolizes knowledge of truth unveiled." ...
She "sanctions" Inspiration. Technically, She inspires US to exist in HER Celestial Realm of [Absolute] Truth.
We are painfully aware of the phrase "Naked Truth" I will argue now that the Dakini as Naked Truth co-exist with Her Majesty, Blind Justice.
...from the Song "On-accounta-Da-Vida"...
Yesterday, the U. N., trump got out in front of the World and told everyone that his Presidency and his administration was "The Greatest In All Of American History". He was serious. He believed his opinion. He believed he was telling the Truth. My mind ACHED. Sure enough, the Audience, The WORLD, laughed at him, correctly perceiving his Truth to be regurgitation-al falsity. Trump laughed it off, "Did NOT see that coming." How could he ? He was speaking his Truth. THAT'S the Problem.
His Truth is vastly different than Ours.
You jus-GOTTA figure that Truth is fucking RELATIVE. Man-o-man do I HATE that. MY Truth should reign SUPREME just on-accounta I BELIEVE with ALL my Heart and Soul. It ain't "True" of course. Trump's Truth, and that of his Whacky Insane-O's, is CLEARLY the "Truth of the Land". Wow !! Holy fucking WOW !
The Myth of Truth of Corruption is being plied as National Security.
Look at it closely ------------ The Truth of Corruption.
If Truth is Virtuous --- so must be Corruption.
And Aye ---- Trump be a Virtuous Man.
His Truth is vastly different than Ours.
You jus-GOTTA figure that Truth is fucking RELATIVE. Man-o-man do I HATE that. MY Truth should reign SUPREME just on-accounta I BELIEVE with ALL my Heart and Soul. It ain't "True" of course. Trump's Truth, and that of his Whacky Insane-O's, is CLEARLY the "Truth of the Land". Wow !! Holy fucking WOW !
The Myth of Truth of Corruption is being plied as National Security.
Look at it closely ------------ The Truth of Corruption.
If Truth is Virtuous --- so must be Corruption.
And Aye ---- Trump be a Virtuous Man.
Ruth
I'm no Fan of Truth. I am, however, a Fan of The Interpretation of Truths, which, in a benign but dastardly fashion, always seems to get expressed as my Opinions. CLEARLY, Opinions are anything BUT "Truths" [by Definition] but when you check it out, it's Psychologically exhausting that my opinions are MY "Truths". What THAT does is fucking MANGLE "Truth". Truths become as individual snowflakes, unique in an Infinitude of Infinite Infinities. I can't get my head around it.
Numbers scare me. I've repeatedly profaned that one dog CANNOT "equal" one rat. It makes NO sense. Therefore, how can Truths be perceived as Arithmetically Significant ? How does MY Interpretation of Truth EQUAL donold trump's Truth ? How is it that we perceive the Abstract of Truth as Real and Viable as Utilitarian ?
Trump is using HIS "version" of Truth to build HIS version of a Credible Nationalistic Mythology, the one that "has" HIM as Savior. It pisses me off that MY OWN Opinion, that Truths and Falsehoods are the SAME, and that they co-exist as Equals AT THE SAME TIME. Trump IZ and IZ NOT the American Savior !
Truth is fucking with me.
Numbers scare me. I've repeatedly profaned that one dog CANNOT "equal" one rat. It makes NO sense. Therefore, how can Truths be perceived as Arithmetically Significant ? How does MY Interpretation of Truth EQUAL donold trump's Truth ? How is it that we perceive the Abstract of Truth as Real and Viable as Utilitarian ?
Trump is using HIS "version" of Truth to build HIS version of a Credible Nationalistic Mythology, the one that "has" HIM as Savior. It pisses me off that MY OWN Opinion, that Truths and Falsehoods are the SAME, and that they co-exist as Equals AT THE SAME TIME. Trump IZ and IZ NOT the American Savior !
Truth is fucking with me.
The Maul of America
It is imperative for me to describe Truth not just as trump's Public Enemy # 1, but Truth as trump's DEMON. This depiction, that Truth assails trump at every Turn, at every Juncture and at every Intersection, is essential if we are to understand trump's savage paranoia. I have made every Effort to essential-ize trump as Humpty Trumpty, but not only as a(n) One who sat ON the Wall, but as a(n) One whose back is AGAINST his Wall. Trump "acts" like a trapped animal, desperate for freedom, rabid in caged fury, all because of Truth, which, like a Hunter, has hounded him to imminent Disaster.
Trump feels as if, and I know this "This" because I AM trump, Truth denies trump's Existence as a Superior Human Being. Ego generates delusion, and since trump's EGO subsumes the Universe, so too his Delusion. Truth seeks to relegate trump's EGO to ego-ne e-gone --- to trump, the loss of EGO is as bad for him as the Admission that BOOZE KILLS for us Once-drunks. There seemed to be NO LIFE without EGO, in the exact same way that, when I was drinking, there was NO LIFE without Booze.
Truth slays EGO as well it should.
Trump feels as if, and I know this "This" because I AM trump, Truth denies trump's Existence as a Superior Human Being. Ego generates delusion, and since trump's EGO subsumes the Universe, so too his Delusion. Truth seeks to relegate trump's EGO to ego-ne e-gone --- to trump, the loss of EGO is as bad for him as the Admission that BOOZE KILLS for us Once-drunks. There seemed to be NO LIFE without EGO, in the exact same way that, when I was drinking, there was NO LIFE without Booze.
Truth slays EGO as well it should.
CLAWS, the Movie
In my head, (like I mean where else) I was wondering if I could devise a Film in which Mueller and His are Heroic Knights whose Divinely Sanctioned Mission was to Root Out Evil as Criminal Injustice and Infestational Corruption. I couldn't do it, but after I witnessed Bernstein's Eruption I felt "affirmed" and my own Volcano returned to smokey simmer --- that's when Saturday Night Live surfaced, the one with "Land Shark and that CRAZY foreboding music, that light strum of menacing Evil, and the scene of the Damsel About to Be Consumed by Land Shark Maw. Duh don, duh don, duh don.
Our Damsel, ac-CUTE-ly aware of the Presence of Evil stands at the door, listening intently and query-ing "Who is it" ? Duh don, duh don, duh don..... The sound she hears is garbled mumble, "UPS" slured almost beyond recognition, duh don, duh don duh don. We scream, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR ! But our Damsel is loving, trusting, joyous and pre-ponder-ing the World is a SAFE Place, What could POSSIBLY go wrong ????
It's like Trump is a Damsel in distress and Mueller is the Land Shark who has already eaten trump's Inmost Few.
Duh don, duh don, duh don .....
Our Damsel, ac-CUTE-ly aware of the Presence of Evil stands at the door, listening intently and query-ing "Who is it" ? Duh don, duh don, duh don..... The sound she hears is garbled mumble, "UPS" slured almost beyond recognition, duh don, duh don duh don. We scream, WHATEVER YOU DO DON'T OPEN THAT DOOR ! But our Damsel is loving, trusting, joyous and pre-ponder-ing the World is a SAFE Place, What could POSSIBLY go wrong ????
It's like Trump is a Damsel in distress and Mueller is the Land Shark who has already eaten trump's Inmost Few.
Duh don, duh don, duh don .....
On-o-mon-o-pee-on-ya
Bernstein was ignited. He Solar-flared that trump had a War on Truth, that the War on Journalists and Journalism, those Purveyors of Truth, are trump's Enemies. Let's DeSilva that = Journalists and Journalism aren't just the Enemies of the State, no and FUCK NO --- it is TRUTH that is the Enemy of America. Trump's Domestic Policy and his Foreign Policy is to transact Lies and Deceit at Business as Usual, "Buyer Beware". Bernstein was conflagration-al. If the Talking Heads ad Smiling Voices were to be taken seriously, where was their Analysis ? And further, why did they accept superficial description as Authoritative Response ? Bernstein made me yell and holler.
What Bernstein provided, and this was his Sage Essence, was PENETRATING INSIGHT.
You don't fuck with THAT because you CAN'T fuck with THAT.
According to my Hero Truth CANNOT be accessed by mere Scratch of Surface.
Indeed, Truth exists below the surface and must be CLAWED.
Bernstein should do a Movie CLAWS !
What Bernstein provided, and this was his Sage Essence, was PENETRATING INSIGHT.
You don't fuck with THAT because you CAN'T fuck with THAT.
According to my Hero Truth CANNOT be accessed by mere Scratch of Surface.
Indeed, Truth exists below the surface and must be CLAWED.
Bernstein should do a Movie CLAWS !
The Magic of Tragic
I have argued elsewhere that we DON'T need Truth. Humankind existed for EONS without Truth. There was no REAL "need" for Truth since Prevailing Mythologies provided Reality with the Magic of Tragic. The Prehistory of Science is enmeshed in the Sur-Real of Spirit. Humankind did very well it this Realm of Invisible Forces Unknowable to Man.
But then "Something" "happened".
Science became "Con-Science" = Conscience and a whole new level of Awareness was precipitated. Man had a "Conscience.
Truth somehow became the Awareness of Good and Evil --- of Right and Wrong. We complicated, "Honesty is the BEST Policy". You gotta wonder - Where the fuck THAT went --- where did it go ? HOW did it go ? We know the "Why", cheating and lie-ing is just SO MUCH EASIER, then telling and living the Truth. Truth is some heavy, HEAVY shit.
Still, Civilization was built upon the Concept of Truth. And here it is that Honesty is a manifestation of this Civilization-al Truth.
Now let's use Bernstein eyes to examine trump --- here it is where
Honesty is the WORST Policy.
But then "Something" "happened".
Science became "Con-Science" = Conscience and a whole new level of Awareness was precipitated. Man had a "Conscience.
Truth somehow became the Awareness of Good and Evil --- of Right and Wrong. We complicated, "Honesty is the BEST Policy". You gotta wonder - Where the fuck THAT went --- where did it go ? HOW did it go ? We know the "Why", cheating and lie-ing is just SO MUCH EASIER, then telling and living the Truth. Truth is some heavy, HEAVY shit.
Still, Civilization was built upon the Concept of Truth. And here it is that Honesty is a manifestation of this Civilization-al Truth.
Now let's use Bernstein eyes to examine trump --- here it is where
Honesty is the WORST Policy.
Bern Baby, Bern
The other day (or it coulda-been two years ago) I was watching the Morning News and Carl Bernstein was asked for his opinion. He spat, "This isn't any 'Crisis of Constitution' --- this is a CRISIS of TRUTH ! " He looked pissed. He looked Every Bit of his 74 years but he sounded like the proverbial "Angry White Boy", a depiction vastly suitable for him and "guys like me". Bernstein was ravaged to exasperation --- how could these nit wits MISS the fucking OBVIOUS ???? I don't know, - - - guys like me, that have a barely modest IQ, arrive at less-than-startling conclusions derived from SIMPLE "Conditions" yet here we sit in contempt of Highly Paid Others who revel at Superficiality as if IT is the Ultimate and Supreme of Journalistic Advisory. Mere reporting does NOT assist our Comprehension of Cosmic-alities. We can see for ourselves, what we want is Explanations that put our minds to Rest. It's the whole Order out of Chaos exactitude that excites me to paralytic Bliss, the one where Understanding breeds ACTION --- the one where Knowledge breeds POWER --- that's what I want.
...it's what I hold AGAINST Woodward. He lays out the Dots and Connects them, but when it comes time to ease us into Full Comprehension, the one that REVEALS the Secrets, Woodward falters. His desire to remain at Journalistic Objectivity belies his desire to Influence with his own Opinion. It's secretive bullshit that annoys me to Fuckdom. I write just like Woodward - - I hate myself for that.
...it's what I hold AGAINST Woodward. He lays out the Dots and Connects them, but when it comes time to ease us into Full Comprehension, the one that REVEALS the Secrets, Woodward falters. His desire to remain at Journalistic Objectivity belies his desire to Influence with his own Opinion. It's secretive bullshit that annoys me to Fuckdom. I write just like Woodward - - I hate myself for that.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
Com Promise
It is imperative to correctly perceive the Union as foundation-ed upon Compromise. Compromise DEMANDS Public and PRIVATE Civility. This Civility has as ITS foundation RESPECT. The Ultimate "Shared Commonality" is that we are Human Beings, NOT Jungle Animals, driven hither and thither by Primal Instinct and Savage Blood-lust.
We may use Beauty as an Aesthetic of Evaluation. Which is Beautiful ? The Image of a Mother with her infant at her breast, or a sub-human Monster ripping that Same Infant away ????
Elections await our answer.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
We may use Beauty as an Aesthetic of Evaluation. Which is Beautiful ? The Image of a Mother with her infant at her breast, or a sub-human Monster ripping that Same Infant away ????
Elections await our answer.
Rock steady........steady as She goes....
The National Harmonic
When our Founding Prodigy-Punks beer-swilled the Construction of America they utilized Universal Duality to Singularize a UNITED States. This Duality used Opposites as Polar Opposites but then they intentionally BLURRED those Opposites in order to employ Compromise as Internal Dynamic, a political Energy Force that would vibrate BEWEEN the two poles WITH the two poles in a political Harmonic, a Harmonic which would ENSURE viral contamination from BOTH and provide "Shared Commonality" as exquisite Bond.
With the Trumpian Cataclysm, we now face the Neo-Construction of a Nation. Who will be the Architects, Engineers and Fabricators ???? Besides, are we really looking for a Total Reconstruction or simply a Reformation ?????
In any event, Who's gonna be in charge ??? Trumpists or Democrats ? Either way,
Human Nature is the Driving Force. Will we evolve to elevate VIRTUE or will we slide BACK to the Past where Jungle Law, "Every man for himself" and "Eat or be eaten" dominates Social Contextuality ?
We MUST exist with the Federation of Polar Opposites, THAT'S how the Republic FUNCTIONS. The Difficulty is our Human Nature.
Two words = Virtue versus Instinct ... - - - ...
With the Trumpian Cataclysm, we now face the Neo-Construction of a Nation. Who will be the Architects, Engineers and Fabricators ???? Besides, are we really looking for a Total Reconstruction or simply a Reformation ?????
In any event, Who's gonna be in charge ??? Trumpists or Democrats ? Either way,
Human Nature is the Driving Force. Will we evolve to elevate VIRTUE or will we slide BACK to the Past where Jungle Law, "Every man for himself" and "Eat or be eaten" dominates Social Contextuality ?
We MUST exist with the Federation of Polar Opposites, THAT'S how the Republic FUNCTIONS. The Difficulty is our Human Nature.
Two words = Virtue versus Instinct ... - - - ...
The Trumpian Persuasion
There are two aspects of Evolution that are important to our understanding of The Trumpian Persuasion. And just so you know, that "title" is a bastardization of Marvin Meyers' Text The Jacksonian Persuasion Politics and Belief one of the textbooks from my freshman year American History class, that of Mrs. Cowden. There are rabid similarities that Jackson and trump share, but that's a blog sequence for another day.
These two aspects are familiar, I hope, to all of us. We know Darwin and his Origin of Species, but only a few of us may know of Immanuel Velikovsky and his Worlds In Collision.
Darwin is the progenitor of GRADUAL Change, Survival of the Fittest, while Velikovsky is a "Cataclysmacist", a one who asserts that Change is generated by Cataclysm.
There IS a 3rd "School" that discharges Change as the result of Genetic Mutation but, once again, that is a blog sequence for another rainy day.
Oddly, but recognizably, I am a populist of All Three.
I view trump as a GIANT Comet, or Asteroid, or Meteorite,that, like the One That Destroyed The Dinosaurs, has crashed into America and is on the verge of destroying the American-Political-World-As-We-Know-It. Trump entered our once pristine Atmosphere as a blazing ORANGE Orb.
He has caused a Cataclysm....just look around.
These two aspects are familiar, I hope, to all of us. We know Darwin and his Origin of Species, but only a few of us may know of Immanuel Velikovsky and his Worlds In Collision.
Darwin is the progenitor of GRADUAL Change, Survival of the Fittest, while Velikovsky is a "Cataclysmacist", a one who asserts that Change is generated by Cataclysm.
There IS a 3rd "School" that discharges Change as the result of Genetic Mutation but, once again, that is a blog sequence for another rainy day.
Oddly, but recognizably, I am a populist of All Three.
I view trump as a GIANT Comet, or Asteroid, or Meteorite,that, like the One That Destroyed The Dinosaurs, has crashed into America and is on the verge of destroying the American-Political-World-As-We-Know-It. Trump entered our once pristine Atmosphere as a blazing ORANGE Orb.
He has caused a Cataclysm....just look around.
Evo-Lution verses Convo-Lution
Now what I "want" is for my Readers to grasp MY "essential", at least one of my "Essentials", that Human Nature is subject to the Laws of Evolution, meaning, Human Nature is on a trajectory toward Utopian Compassion, the one of a POLITICAL Utopia, the Utopia of "Cradle to Grave" Functionality ---- Government as Will of the People, where that "Will" is Directed Compassion, a Directed Compassion that views ALL Life as Sacred.
Evolution as FORWARD "Thinking", not exactly FUTURISTIC, but rather a Thinking that understands the fecund facility of "Just Now", alongside the Rationality of "Plan (for) Ahead".
What I DON'T "want" is the Trumpian Persuasion of DE-Evolution, that One of BACKWARD "Thinking", the Thinking that the PAST is the Future, the one that DENIES the Future as Future.
It is here, at this Cosmic Intersection, where Human Nature either answers the Call of Natural Evolution, that ADVANCEMENT of Logical Reconciliations, or it IGNORES the Call, to instead advance the DE-valuation of Human Nature, the one that opportunes the denigration of Virtue.
I want the Path to Perfection, NOT the Path to Degeneration.
Evolution as FORWARD "Thinking", not exactly FUTURISTIC, but rather a Thinking that understands the fecund facility of "Just Now", alongside the Rationality of "Plan (for) Ahead".
What I DON'T "want" is the Trumpian Persuasion of DE-Evolution, that One of BACKWARD "Thinking", the Thinking that the PAST is the Future, the one that DENIES the Future as Future.
It is here, at this Cosmic Intersection, where Human Nature either answers the Call of Natural Evolution, that ADVANCEMENT of Logical Reconciliations, or it IGNORES the Call, to instead advance the DE-valuation of Human Nature, the one that opportunes the denigration of Virtue.
I want the Path to Perfection, NOT the Path to Degeneration.
Attribeauties
We are expected to resolve internal conflicts with the use of Acceptance and Forgiveness. The resolution of external conflicts require a philosophical dexterity that tends to deflect direct confrontation, and in its stead, employs indirect methods, those of cognitive facility, talking in symbolic terms, and addressing issues as metaphors.
In matters of Relationships, Love is a lubricant that eases chafe and rub, however, dynamic inconsistencies demand the attention, sometimes, of fang and claw ; the ugly atrocity of Cruelty and Dis-Figuration. Anger breeds Insanity PERIOD. We can IGNORE Frailties and Shortcomings, by leveraging Love Attributes, Attribeauties. We Value the OBVIOUS and PROFOUND while minimizing the "reserved" and "secret". Co-Existence at its best is often described as "Give and Take", gutter dialect for "Compromise".
Politics is "quite another". I consider my own Cousins of "questionable health" because they are staunch trump fanatics. Trump fanatics scare the fucking SHIT into me. Can you even IMAGINE my desultory exasperation when I learned that Professional CARE-GIVERS voted for a man who decries Compassion ?
Their "Human Nature" can't possibly MY "Human Nature".
What the fuck is going on ?
In matters of Relationships, Love is a lubricant that eases chafe and rub, however, dynamic inconsistencies demand the attention, sometimes, of fang and claw ; the ugly atrocity of Cruelty and Dis-Figuration. Anger breeds Insanity PERIOD. We can IGNORE Frailties and Shortcomings, by leveraging Love Attributes, Attribeauties. We Value the OBVIOUS and PROFOUND while minimizing the "reserved" and "secret". Co-Existence at its best is often described as "Give and Take", gutter dialect for "Compromise".
Politics is "quite another". I consider my own Cousins of "questionable health" because they are staunch trump fanatics. Trump fanatics scare the fucking SHIT into me. Can you even IMAGINE my desultory exasperation when I learned that Professional CARE-GIVERS voted for a man who decries Compassion ?
Their "Human Nature" can't possibly MY "Human Nature".
What the fuck is going on ?
Frailty
I was forced to suspend my efforts in Will Durant's The Reformation because I'd reached a passage that struck me as So Absurd that I could NOT continue. Good Will had described the reigning Pope as (just) a man who had succumbed to normal Human Frailties, those of the 7 Deadly Sins, and, because of his "I'm just a Human Being", lived his Regency at the expense of his Devoted, Common and DECENT Folks whose Spiritual Efforts were laid at the feet and into the hands of Papal Criminal Authority.
I was instantly sickened.
I'm no angel, but this Spiritual Atrocity ravaged my Soul, the one that's connected to Jesus, the Christ. What further complicated my dis-ease, was the manner in which Good Will hunted down the Causes of Criminality and then DISMISSED them as almost irrelevant. It was like, "Boys will be boys" (so) Popes will be Popes. It was a spear through my side.
It would be EZ to dismiss the vote of Professionals simply as Human Frailty, the wanton desire to gain "Advantage" by promoting one's self interest. I am loath to that reconciliation. "Looking out ONLY for one's self" is suppose to be considered irreligious, crass, lowly, base, crude and rude. I see it as such, Others do NOT.
That's my problem, the Essence of Human Nature manifested in a SOCIAL Context.
I was instantly sickened.
I'm no angel, but this Spiritual Atrocity ravaged my Soul, the one that's connected to Jesus, the Christ. What further complicated my dis-ease, was the manner in which Good Will hunted down the Causes of Criminality and then DISMISSED them as almost irrelevant. It was like, "Boys will be boys" (so) Popes will be Popes. It was a spear through my side.
It would be EZ to dismiss the vote of Professionals simply as Human Frailty, the wanton desire to gain "Advantage" by promoting one's self interest. I am loath to that reconciliation. "Looking out ONLY for one's self" is suppose to be considered irreligious, crass, lowly, base, crude and rude. I see it as such, Others do NOT.
That's my problem, the Essence of Human Nature manifested in a SOCIAL Context.
H8
I spent almost the entirety of yesterday morning trying to configure descriptive rationalities that would explain the American Dystopia of Trumpian Governmental
Socialities (so she al i teez). I knew it was only half completed. I knew I needed to describe and explain the Difficult Shit, that of Educated Professionals, Doctors, Dentists, Care Givers and Upper Level Business tycoons who found that Trump best represented their Socio-Political Interests. I have some first hand experience ---. My 2 Dentists, a Dental Surgeon, my personal Doctor and a few of their staff, all voted for trump. To this point it has been too difficult to write ANYTHING because I tend toward vitriolic acidity --- my own shit is driven into my system and acts like toxins.
The Dentist in Connecticut defended that he voted for trump because Obama had reached into his wallet and stolen his cash.
The Opthamologist voted for trump because he figured trump was a "Change Agent".
There was the Aspect that trump could "get things going".
There was the Religious Component that Trump was "Pro-Life".
There was the Judicial Consideration that trump could restore traditional Conservative Values.
But there was a fierce outrage ---- Professionals voted for trump because they HATED Clinton. That "that" was identified in Woodward's "FEAR" as well.
A Kiddie-gardener innocented, "Hate is a BAD word."
What it is what it is.....
Socialities (so she al i teez). I knew it was only half completed. I knew I needed to describe and explain the Difficult Shit, that of Educated Professionals, Doctors, Dentists, Care Givers and Upper Level Business tycoons who found that Trump best represented their Socio-Political Interests. I have some first hand experience ---. My 2 Dentists, a Dental Surgeon, my personal Doctor and a few of their staff, all voted for trump. To this point it has been too difficult to write ANYTHING because I tend toward vitriolic acidity --- my own shit is driven into my system and acts like toxins.
The Dentist in Connecticut defended that he voted for trump because Obama had reached into his wallet and stolen his cash.
The Opthamologist voted for trump because he figured trump was a "Change Agent".
There was the Aspect that trump could "get things going".
There was the Religious Component that Trump was "Pro-Life".
There was the Judicial Consideration that trump could restore traditional Conservative Values.
But there was a fierce outrage ---- Professionals voted for trump because they HATED Clinton. That "that" was identified in Woodward's "FEAR" as well.
A Kiddie-gardener innocented, "Hate is a BAD word."
What it is what it is.....
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Effection
I never thank you Kidz for reading me. Thank you Kidz, for reading me.
My ribs hurt now. It always happens, I don't know why. I'm gonna leave this here, I've gone as far as I can today.
There is a Gravity that we use as, "The Gravity of the Situation". Some folks do NOT acknowledge the "Gravity of the Situation" DESPITE the generation of Gravity's "ill-effects". Whether or NOT "acknowledged", Gravity exists : it is the Quintessential Element of "Shared Commonalities". No one can escape The Effects of Gravity.
Now take a second and recharge that Gravity with "Love". Can you see it ?
Rock steady. Rock steady, Baby. What it is what it is.
My ribs hurt now. It always happens, I don't know why. I'm gonna leave this here, I've gone as far as I can today.
There is a Gravity that we use as, "The Gravity of the Situation". Some folks do NOT acknowledge the "Gravity of the Situation" DESPITE the generation of Gravity's "ill-effects". Whether or NOT "acknowledged", Gravity exists : it is the Quintessential Element of "Shared Commonalities". No one can escape The Effects of Gravity.
Now take a second and recharge that Gravity with "Love". Can you see it ?
Rock steady. Rock steady, Baby. What it is what it is.
Love-ity
The other day I experienced a "break-through" in my development of an Anti-Mathematics Isolationism, the One where I subject Einstein's Universe to SPIRITUAL Secessions, the ones that pose as "problematical" BASIC Arithmetical Equalities, the one where One Apple CANNOT POSSIBLY "Equal" One Rabbit. For Gawd's Fucking Cake --- HOW CAN THAT BE ???????
Advancing Zen Buddhist Quantum Mechanics as Essential Existential Paradox means that I MUST supply Rational Explanations for Mystical Alterations, ESPECIALLY of the "Miraculous" Order. Everything was proceeding swimmingly until I approached "Gravity". Here I was pulled into a Black W-Hole. Gravity abounded, even where it WASN'T, Its Force "acted" upon objects, EVEN from Light Years Distant.
The True Nature of our Universe is that It is Dual-istic. We are birthed into the Original Sin of Dualism, a Dualism that SEEMS to DENY a Universal Oneness. Every-time we "make" One, we inadvertently "make" TWO, the One AND the NOT ONE. We know the One from the Emptiness SURROUNDING It. That "makes" two, as sure as shit stinks and rice is white.
Dualism's Foundation is itself Oppositional, meaning the Foundation of Dualism is "based" upon Opposites, yet Spiritualists DEMAND Singularity, that "the One is the One and what is NOT One is ALSO the One." Opposites abide in Oneness. Hate and Love, therefore MUST be "of" Identical Energy.
What is identical is blaspheme.
The Love of Love and the Love of Hate are UNIFIED "by" Love.
Love is Gravity.
That was my break-through.
Advancing Zen Buddhist Quantum Mechanics as Essential Existential Paradox means that I MUST supply Rational Explanations for Mystical Alterations, ESPECIALLY of the "Miraculous" Order. Everything was proceeding swimmingly until I approached "Gravity". Here I was pulled into a Black W-Hole. Gravity abounded, even where it WASN'T, Its Force "acted" upon objects, EVEN from Light Years Distant.
The True Nature of our Universe is that It is Dual-istic. We are birthed into the Original Sin of Dualism, a Dualism that SEEMS to DENY a Universal Oneness. Every-time we "make" One, we inadvertently "make" TWO, the One AND the NOT ONE. We know the One from the Emptiness SURROUNDING It. That "makes" two, as sure as shit stinks and rice is white.
Dualism's Foundation is itself Oppositional, meaning the Foundation of Dualism is "based" upon Opposites, yet Spiritualists DEMAND Singularity, that "the One is the One and what is NOT One is ALSO the One." Opposites abide in Oneness. Hate and Love, therefore MUST be "of" Identical Energy.
What is identical is blaspheme.
The Love of Love and the Love of Hate are UNIFIED "by" Love.
Love is Gravity.
That was my break-through.
Soc It to Me
I have argued elsewhere that Democracy perished when America atomized the Human Population of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. THERE WAS NO DEMOCRACY PRESENT when the Commander-In-Chief executed the Order to ANNIHILATE Fellow Human Beings to the point of Molecularization. NO-ONE in America would have sanctioned that kind of Scientific Heinous Atrocity. We didn't do that shit Here, we had no knowledge of that kind of savagely barbaric INHUMAN Cruelty.
This wasn't the First Extinction of Democracy. As far as I tribute Athenian Democracy there was Socrates and HIS Annihilation, at the hands and minds of Status Quo Extremists = Democracy Fundamentalists, whose idea of a Free and Honest Democracy did NOT include nor sanction Freedom of Speech ESPECIALLY the Speech of Socrates, who not only Questioned Authority but Questioned EVERYTHING.
Socrates issued forth from the Womb of Democracy, and after only a few years,
he found that Democracy foretold of his Doom. Death by Love of Principles.
He killed himself by Poison of Principles.
Jesus oh Jesus, Socrates be thy Name.
This wasn't the First Extinction of Democracy. As far as I tribute Athenian Democracy there was Socrates and HIS Annihilation, at the hands and minds of Status Quo Extremists = Democracy Fundamentalists, whose idea of a Free and Honest Democracy did NOT include nor sanction Freedom of Speech ESPECIALLY the Speech of Socrates, who not only Questioned Authority but Questioned EVERYTHING.
Socrates issued forth from the Womb of Democracy, and after only a few years,
he found that Democracy foretold of his Doom. Death by Love of Principles.
He killed himself by Poison of Principles.
Jesus oh Jesus, Socrates be thy Name.
The American B-Old Eagle
The Left Wing of the American Bold Eagle is just as GUILTY as the Right for inflicting Lefteous Idolatry upon the Right by REFUSING to hear their words of Calumny and Usurpation of Democratic Ideals. I find it CATASTOPHICALLY Abysmal that us Lefties and Utopianists should accede to an Agreement whereby the Horrid of Ancient Backwater is used as Ambrosia of Life by Right Wing Fanatics, Conservatives and their Lunatic Feathers to be administered as "Truth, Justice and the American Way".
Fareed Zakaria, Warrior that he is, made a re-calibration of AMERICAN IDEALS by reminding us of Yale University's Attention, that ACADEMIA is responsible for the Transmission of ALL "Truths" REGARDLESS of their (suspect) Origins.
We, as in Us, SHOULD NOT deny the Right's GUARANTEE of Freedom of Speech REGARDLESS of its Potential for CATACLYSMAL Results.
How much does THAT suck ??? !!!!!!!!
That "IT" goes against my Inmost Core, which BELIEVES that "Silence is Gold".
Never believe, as far as I am concerned that Words are NOT "sticks and stones". Words can act like a baseball BAT. Words HURT, Words Injure, Words Wound.
It gets worse-------
Fareed Zakaria, Warrior that he is, made a re-calibration of AMERICAN IDEALS by reminding us of Yale University's Attention, that ACADEMIA is responsible for the Transmission of ALL "Truths" REGARDLESS of their (suspect) Origins.
We, as in Us, SHOULD NOT deny the Right's GUARANTEE of Freedom of Speech REGARDLESS of its Potential for CATACLYSMAL Results.
How much does THAT suck ??? !!!!!!!!
That "IT" goes against my Inmost Core, which BELIEVES that "Silence is Gold".
Never believe, as far as I am concerned that Words are NOT "sticks and stones". Words can act like a baseball BAT. Words HURT, Words Injure, Words Wound.
It gets worse-------
Patrio-cratic Hedonism
Zakaria and Others have made note to specific (from the transitive verb "to specific", much different than "to specify") that the Right Wing of the American Bold Eagle has declared War on The Bold Eagle's Left Wing, that of Egalitarian Education. War propaganda diffuses a Right Wing Patrio-cratic Hedonism that actually decries the Form and Substance of the First Amendment, that of Free Speech and the
Constitutional GUARANTEE of The Right to Non-Violent Assembly. Castigation-al BLAME has been cast upon the American Academic Realm of tertiary Scholasticism, that of Colleges, and Universities, those Very Same where Right Wing Conservatives have received the Elements, Rudiments and Fundamentals of THEIR OWN Political Ideology as delivered by and from the "Divine" of Academic NEUTRALITY. Their fog-horn bellow of, "THE LEFT IS FRAUGHT WITH VIOLENT LIBERALISM" has made it to the ears of Those Who Abhor Education. These minds are the minds of
FERAL Anti-Humanists, who have NO NEED of the Written Word, whose manufacture of Education relies upon "Show and Tell", the Oral Tradition of the Ancients, whose Sustenance relies upon ACTION not THOUGHT, on INSTINCT not
Rationality. Here it is where EMOTION is the preference, where Science is MAGIC, where tom-foolery and charlatan-ry rules as PASSION.
If only it were "Just that"......
Constitutional GUARANTEE of The Right to Non-Violent Assembly. Castigation-al BLAME has been cast upon the American Academic Realm of tertiary Scholasticism, that of Colleges, and Universities, those Very Same where Right Wing Conservatives have received the Elements, Rudiments and Fundamentals of THEIR OWN Political Ideology as delivered by and from the "Divine" of Academic NEUTRALITY. Their fog-horn bellow of, "THE LEFT IS FRAUGHT WITH VIOLENT LIBERALISM" has made it to the ears of Those Who Abhor Education. These minds are the minds of
FERAL Anti-Humanists, who have NO NEED of the Written Word, whose manufacture of Education relies upon "Show and Tell", the Oral Tradition of the Ancients, whose Sustenance relies upon ACTION not THOUGHT, on INSTINCT not
Rationality. Here it is where EMOTION is the preference, where Science is MAGIC, where tom-foolery and charlatan-ry rules as PASSION.
If only it were "Just that"......
Truth "in absentia" ...
As recently as Recently, my Guide and Hero, Fareed Zakaria, has issued observations-as-WARnings of the Decline of Global Democracy and the Advance of Totalitarian-ism (Despotism) in this, the Planet's New Age of Truth In Absentia . [My term for Ethics, Morals and Mores Inversion] Oddly and WEIRDLY, there are Proctors who monitor War, and they observe that THIS, our Global "This", is far LESS War-full than it has EVER been. Generally, EVERYONE, Every Planet Citizen, is now BETTER-OFF than they use to be during Only A Few Years Ago, and, get this, We are all SMARTER, than Before in What-We-Use-To-Be.
It is shake-my-head BEWILDERING considering the Rise of Neo-Hitlerism, Trumpism, Putinism, Corruptionism and Ism-ism. If we're so goddamn fucking SMOT how, in the gods' fucking names, did trump get elected and why in Orwell's 1984 Name is putin still in Power with al-Assad standing al-Ongside him ? Why is Turkey getting basted by putinistic Corruptionism, why is Poland being polka-dotted with Neo-Fascist Frenzy ? Why is Egyptian Democracy being a-Nile-ated by Authoritarian overflow ?
Ebb and flow, the waves crest and trough.
In mechanical terms, The Pendulum swings.....
Oh my oh my oh my .........
It is shake-my-head BEWILDERING considering the Rise of Neo-Hitlerism, Trumpism, Putinism, Corruptionism and Ism-ism. If we're so goddamn fucking SMOT how, in the gods' fucking names, did trump get elected and why in Orwell's 1984 Name is putin still in Power with al-Assad standing al-Ongside him ? Why is Turkey getting basted by putinistic Corruptionism, why is Poland being polka-dotted with Neo-Fascist Frenzy ? Why is Egyptian Democracy being a-Nile-ated by Authoritarian overflow ?
Ebb and flow, the waves crest and trough.
In mechanical terms, The Pendulum swings.....
Oh my oh my oh my .........
The Bucolic Plague
According to "facebook", I am reported to being a "3.6" on the Shitca Scale where "1" is abysmally NEGATIVE and "5" is bucolically POSITIVE. I gotta-tell-ya I was a wee bit taken aback by such a designation. I am supremely POSITIVE about being Negative -- THAT should count for SOMETHING. [I ain't never been infected by the Bucolic Plague although I use-ta LIVE there.] Apparently I am IMMUNE to Bucoli-cism, that's just the What of "what I was born with". Happiness, Joy, and all that other happy horse shit makes me serenely UN-comfortable.
Buddha's Frist Noble Truth (that) "All Existence Entails Suffering" is NOT a statement to which the Many agree. Fanatics flaunt, "Life is GOOD", much to MY consternation and dismay--- their "That" ISN'T my "Reality". Zen Buddhists of my sort try to stay afloat in the Ocean of Suffering that, for us, DOES, comprise the Universe of All Existences. Life in this Realm of Constant Threat of Death is characterized by Unremitting Horror, that, should one tire of UNCEASING Effort, one will drown in the Murk and Richness of Sadness and Her sister Sorrow, both of whom dwell in the Ocean of Suffering as Goddesses of Life Giving Dismality.
It's excruciating that Sadness and Her Sister Sorrow are Bodhisattvas of Hope.
Guys like me sing of their Blues, as tales of Lament and Woe.
I lament, how can this be ?????
Buddha's Frist Noble Truth (that) "All Existence Entails Suffering" is NOT a statement to which the Many agree. Fanatics flaunt, "Life is GOOD", much to MY consternation and dismay--- their "That" ISN'T my "Reality". Zen Buddhists of my sort try to stay afloat in the Ocean of Suffering that, for us, DOES, comprise the Universe of All Existences. Life in this Realm of Constant Threat of Death is characterized by Unremitting Horror, that, should one tire of UNCEASING Effort, one will drown in the Murk and Richness of Sadness and Her sister Sorrow, both of whom dwell in the Ocean of Suffering as Goddesses of Life Giving Dismality.
It's excruciating that Sadness and Her Sister Sorrow are Bodhisattvas of Hope.
Guys like me sing of their Blues, as tales of Lament and Woe.
I lament, how can this be ?????
Womb of Doom
You've gotta figure it's BAD if the Universe figures to TORTURE me with Brain Tearing Faculty---how is it that something SO GOOD, instantaneous Heat-ature, can be so fucking AWFUL, so much so that I must be on ever-present and persistent GUARD in order just to heat my plastic-fantastic mug-o-joe ? How can such raging CRUELTY be attached, nay INHERED, to Simple Morning Delight ?????
Why does the Universe FORCE me to endure the Beast with the Beauty ???
What is the True Nature of Universal Cruelty ?
Should Buddha's First Noble Truth be "The Universe is entailed by Cruelty" ?
Just on "appearance" that looks like it AIN'T enough.
The American Universe is FILLED with Human Atrocity both Political and Religious, both Public and Private, both Business and Charity - - - -
There can be only one Realization --- both Cosmic and Earthly --- Cruelty exists as part of the NATURAL Order of All Things and ALL Existences.
When we are born, the first "thing" we do is cry.
Hello Cruel World, why have You ripped me from my Womb of Absolute Utopia ?
Why does the Universe FORCE me to endure the Beast with the Beauty ???
What is the True Nature of Universal Cruelty ?
Should Buddha's First Noble Truth be "The Universe is entailed by Cruelty" ?
Just on "appearance" that looks like it AIN'T enough.
The American Universe is FILLED with Human Atrocity both Political and Religious, both Public and Private, both Business and Charity - - - -
There can be only one Realization --- both Cosmic and Earthly --- Cruelty exists as part of the NATURAL Order of All Things and ALL Existences.
When we are born, the first "thing" we do is cry.
Hello Cruel World, why have You ripped me from my Womb of Absolute Utopia ?
Macrowave
I have just resorted to using my Dad's "CUMMINS DIESEL" Zippo Lighter to ignite my "DIAMOND" "Strike On Box" matches. After all these years I STILL don't know HOW fucked up I am or if I'm just "messed-up" crazy. I acquired a "pitch pipe" because the note being siren-ed from my Microwave is tearing my brain into thin strips of raw nerve hide. I'm figurin' that Note of Razor is f-sharp. I'll know for real once I use the pitch pipe --- I haven't yet because I want it to stay BRAND SPANKING NEW --- and if I use it even ONCE there THAT goes, the result of spit-filled lung contaminated "blow". Disgusting .
That note is "A"...not even A "sharp". You'd think that the note SHOULD be a "sharp" because it cuts so finely and somehow add rubbing alcohol to increase its severity. As I just wrote, I still don't know, like EXACTLY, how fucked up I REALLY am.
Here's what I DO know, my Microwave attacks my tiny Monkey brain on a regular and routine basis. I have to monitor its every second so when it reads "0" I can interrupt its savagely scathing alarm.
It's no way to live. The Pitch Pipe helps to relieve my AGONY by identifying that Sound of Hell. The Hells are alive, with the sound of Misery.
That's just the least of it.....
That note is "A"...not even A "sharp". You'd think that the note SHOULD be a "sharp" because it cuts so finely and somehow add rubbing alcohol to increase its severity. As I just wrote, I still don't know, like EXACTLY, how fucked up I REALLY am.
Here's what I DO know, my Microwave attacks my tiny Monkey brain on a regular and routine basis. I have to monitor its every second so when it reads "0" I can interrupt its savagely scathing alarm.
It's no way to live. The Pitch Pipe helps to relieve my AGONY by identifying that Sound of Hell. The Hells are alive, with the sound of Misery.
That's just the least of it.....
Monday, September 10, 2018
True Frit
I'm out of gas. It always happens.
I'm gonna prepare a bowl of rice and a side of kim-chee. I still gotta peel and dice a daikon to add to my kim-chee to boost its nutrition and flavor. I MAY work-out even though my bod is a mess or rips and tears : I pain, therefore I am.
I'm just like you Kidz = If Some One Else prepares my way for Sword Club, my Subbing and writing Kiddie Lit then I am GOOD TO GO. I'm GREAT at "Work" if all I have to do is "show up".
I had the Zen Sword Club at U.Conn., I've been at Sub many times before in many several Towns, AND I've composed a ton of poems. The only thing I'm missing is, you guessed it---True Grit.
Rock steady. Rock steady, Baby. What it is what it is.
I'm gonna prepare a bowl of rice and a side of kim-chee. I still gotta peel and dice a daikon to add to my kim-chee to boost its nutrition and flavor. I MAY work-out even though my bod is a mess or rips and tears : I pain, therefore I am.
I'm just like you Kidz = If Some One Else prepares my way for Sword Club, my Subbing and writing Kiddie Lit then I am GOOD TO GO. I'm GREAT at "Work" if all I have to do is "show up".
I had the Zen Sword Club at U.Conn., I've been at Sub many times before in many several Towns, AND I've composed a ton of poems. The only thing I'm missing is, you guessed it---True Grit.
Rock steady. Rock steady, Baby. What it is what it is.
Bermudic Consequence-ory
The other day I was in Some-where and I saw an Old Dude wearing raggedy-ass Bermuda shorts held up by SUSPENDERS. I freaked the fuck OUT. I HAD-TO get me a pair of Bermudies---I already owned a pair of suspenders (actually I own TWO pairs) and I was gonna just DO IT. THIS is the Fashion Paradigm of Addled Consequence-ory. Us old guys are prone to Old Man Flat Ass, a geriatric INESCAPABLE Condition and I gotta tell ya, Suspenders AND THE BELT are Things-I-Swore-I'd-Never-Wear ! ! ! ! Oh how Times change. Oh oh OHHHH ! ! !
It's like when I was a kid and I heard Old Guys badmouth EVERYTHING and excuse themselves with, "Hey, I'm an old man !!!" That's what I wanted as well = = = AN EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING. Fuck all that Adult Responsibility and excruciating maelstrom of Beatitude Glorification. Who DOESN'T want to use gutter dialect and street vernacular to disparage Purity and the obscenely grotesque of Civilized Social Intercourse ????
Pervertitude. I may coin that for the Realm of Old Guy Senility.
Pervertitude the Home of Acerbic, Cantankerous and Irascible, the BIG Three,
The Pillars of Pervertitude.
It's like when I was a kid and I heard Old Guys badmouth EVERYTHING and excuse themselves with, "Hey, I'm an old man !!!" That's what I wanted as well = = = AN EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING. Fuck all that Adult Responsibility and excruciating maelstrom of Beatitude Glorification. Who DOESN'T want to use gutter dialect and street vernacular to disparage Purity and the obscenely grotesque of Civilized Social Intercourse ????
Pervertitude. I may coin that for the Realm of Old Guy Senility.
Pervertitude the Home of Acerbic, Cantankerous and Irascible, the BIG Three,
The Pillars of Pervertitude.
Shit Grit
The other reason why I am here today is because of a guest on Fareed Zacharia's "GPS" program. His name was Some Guy and he'd just written a book to advertise the Catastrophic increase of Teen-Ager Suicides. According to his research, the present day parental attitude and/or mentality of the Status Quo is the Cause of this Phenomena of Horror.
Apparently the Parents' efforts to shield, coddle and fawn over their Kids, the effort to incessantly PROTECT them from the Real World, has caused within their own, an INABILITY to manufacture Grit, the Grit of EVERY-DAY "This is what Life is all about". These Kidz, when confronted with Life's cruel Normal-ities, become DEPRESSED when Life hands them their share of Emotional Taxes, Taxes that MUST be paid if they are to Exist in this, our World.
Rather than pay these Taxes, these Grit Mis-Fits surrender to a "I'll kill myself" sanction, only on-accounta they AREN'T given "Fame and Fortune" just because they are who they are. Parents have been known to flourish, "You're GREAT just the way you are."
I've been readily exposed to this "Greatness" as a Swim Coach, Substitute Teacher Umpire and Zen Sword Instructor. This "greatness" is institutionally manufactured goat shit, and not the "good kind" neither. Shit Grit comes to mind ------ .
Apparently the Parents' efforts to shield, coddle and fawn over their Kids, the effort to incessantly PROTECT them from the Real World, has caused within their own, an INABILITY to manufacture Grit, the Grit of EVERY-DAY "This is what Life is all about". These Kidz, when confronted with Life's cruel Normal-ities, become DEPRESSED when Life hands them their share of Emotional Taxes, Taxes that MUST be paid if they are to Exist in this, our World.
Rather than pay these Taxes, these Grit Mis-Fits surrender to a "I'll kill myself" sanction, only on-accounta they AREN'T given "Fame and Fortune" just because they are who they are. Parents have been known to flourish, "You're GREAT just the way you are."
I've been readily exposed to this "Greatness" as a Swim Coach, Substitute Teacher Umpire and Zen Sword Instructor. This "greatness" is institutionally manufactured goat shit, and not the "good kind" neither. Shit Grit comes to mind ------ .
Marginal Duplicity
Listen Kidz, I wouldn't even be here writing this crap had I not heard Obama on the Patriot Pulpit administering a "Religion of Duty" homily. Speeches and Oratories DO reach stereotypical paradigmatic heights. Obama was doing HIS version of Kennedy's
"Ask NOT what your Country can do for you" ------ ask, "What can I do for my Country ?" It all SOUNDS terrific, really terrific, really, Terrific, but what does that MEAN, especially if you DON'T want to enter the Mil or become a volunteer of the Peace Corps ????
I find myself loathsomely PATHETIC because I wait until Cosmic Conditions align in just the "write" way before I even attempt "marginal duplicity", that's the one where I separate La-z Steve from Comment-er Steve. BTW there's no such a thing as "marginal duplicity" I just made that up because the syllables harmonize my Intent. I really CAN'T figure it out most of the time, I don't even try. I've sais it before and I'll say it again = writing is my Jazz, my words are my Music. I blame Hesse for that,
He wrote Steppenwolf by using Mozart's "The Magic Flute" as structure and form. Alas, I'm no Hermann Hesse, but the CONCEPT of making Words read and sound like Music is "far-fucking-OUT", to use 70's LSD phlegm.
SHIT ! Where was I ??????
"Ask NOT what your Country can do for you" ------ ask, "What can I do for my Country ?" It all SOUNDS terrific, really terrific, really, Terrific, but what does that MEAN, especially if you DON'T want to enter the Mil or become a volunteer of the Peace Corps ????
I find myself loathsomely PATHETIC because I wait until Cosmic Conditions align in just the "write" way before I even attempt "marginal duplicity", that's the one where I separate La-z Steve from Comment-er Steve. BTW there's no such a thing as "marginal duplicity" I just made that up because the syllables harmonize my Intent. I really CAN'T figure it out most of the time, I don't even try. I've sais it before and I'll say it again = writing is my Jazz, my words are my Music. I blame Hesse for that,
He wrote Steppenwolf by using Mozart's "The Magic Flute" as structure and form. Alas, I'm no Hermann Hesse, but the CONCEPT of making Words read and sound like Music is "far-fucking-OUT", to use 70's LSD phlegm.
SHIT ! Where was I ??????
...to pick or snooze, THAT'S the question...
Part of me wants to command you Kidz to begin your Diary or Journal. Meditation without visual affirmation does NOT "work for me" and I MUST be honest since my Life IZ my writing to some Greater or Lesser Extent, and I want the Same for you. The expression of feelings, sensations and emotion has a purgative, if not curative, exasperation. When you SEE your thoughts, they become as concrete---oddly, your thoughts become "Written In Stone" even thought it's Ink On Paper. Your thoughts ARE your Mind, when you put your thoughts onto paper with pen, you are then able to literally, "read your own mind". I hold there is no greater value to Introspection than this GIANT "THIS". Reading what you have written is like looking at your reflection in a COSMIC Mirror, thoughts as facets of your Diamond Mind.
Alas, writing is NOT for everyone, I wish it was.
So it must be that I IMPLORE you Guys to read all you can about stuff you LOVE. Become an Expert in your Chosen Discipline or Trade Exaction. Be able to speak truthfully and RITGHTEOUSLY of and about your Passion.
Sounds EZ rite ? We all know, it AIN'T.
THAT'S where I struggle---to offer my Mind or offer my Body- - - Teaching, Training, or Writing.
PLEASE don't ask, "Why can't you do all Three ?"
I'm LA-Z that's why, plus, there's so much good shit on TV.
Alas, writing is NOT for everyone, I wish it was.
So it must be that I IMPLORE you Guys to read all you can about stuff you LOVE. Become an Expert in your Chosen Discipline or Trade Exaction. Be able to speak truthfully and RITGHTEOUSLY of and about your Passion.
Sounds EZ rite ? We all know, it AIN'T.
THAT'S where I struggle---to offer my Mind or offer my Body- - - Teaching, Training, or Writing.
PLEASE don't ask, "Why can't you do all Three ?"
I'm LA-Z that's why, plus, there's so much good shit on TV.
The Diarrhea-ist
I'm at this crossroad, this juncture, this Intersection of Sword's Man, Author, and Diary-ist (I almost typed diarrhea-ist), and I am "whelmed-over" by
Distrust & Disbelief, Fear, and High Anxiety---characteristics of Supreme UN-Accomplishment and Confusion. I LOVE the Chaos, that's one of my problems right there. I LOVE the Order that follows High Intensity Effort. I've somehow managed to
ignite Ignore-Ance as default setting, that's the one where TV is the scapegoat for actual Output. I'm NOT just an "old goat" I'm an old SCAPE goat. [Somebody shoot me, P-L-E-A-S-E].
I wanna Teach as in Substitute Teacher, I wanna start a Zen Sword Club at the University of Rhode Island, and I wanna author a few Adult Children's Books as well. I LOVE the Concept of Tiny "Books" filled with quotes of Ancient Wisdom and Down Home Epithets of the Rank and Raucous. You can't put raw literary porno in Kiddies' Books, I LOVE Lawrence's Lady Chatterly's Lover and Voltaire's Candide but porno is pornos despite being "High Class".
I mean, there's that.
Distrust & Disbelief, Fear, and High Anxiety---characteristics of Supreme UN-Accomplishment and Confusion. I LOVE the Chaos, that's one of my problems right there. I LOVE the Order that follows High Intensity Effort. I've somehow managed to
ignite Ignore-Ance as default setting, that's the one where TV is the scapegoat for actual Output. I'm NOT just an "old goat" I'm an old SCAPE goat. [Somebody shoot me, P-L-E-A-S-E].
I wanna Teach as in Substitute Teacher, I wanna start a Zen Sword Club at the University of Rhode Island, and I wanna author a few Adult Children's Books as well. I LOVE the Concept of Tiny "Books" filled with quotes of Ancient Wisdom and Down Home Epithets of the Rank and Raucous. You can't put raw literary porno in Kiddies' Books, I LOVE Lawrence's Lady Chatterly's Lover and Voltaire's Candide but porno is pornos despite being "High Class".
I mean, there's that.
Moby Dork II
I think I've used that title for another blog. I can't help myself. You must forgive an old man.
For the longest time I actually BELIEVED my Contribution to Society would be a Moby Dick type of Map and Exercise Compendium for The Attainment of Manhood.
Our Society, Culture and Civilization does not REALLY have such a Textbook of Manhood. In the same way that Melville used Homerian Odyssey to unravel and reveal Ishmael and Ahab, I figured to write "about" the various Trades, and the Men who have mastered them, in MY highly personal effort, to provide the Inner Workings and Cosmic Mechanisms of Male Existence, a "Those" that ANY boy should be exposed to if he is to attain Manhood and the Sanction of "Experienced".
In that range of motion and e-motion I DID begin to gather Statements of Import from ALL my book sources. I also kept a detailed Journal of my "day-to-daze" complications, vents and molten discharge. So guess what ? After all theses days I STILL find it obscenely difficult to read my own stuff. I shit you not. The Pain is so GREAT, I cower.
If it weren't that I salvage Poetry from my emotional Carnage, I wouldn't finger these volumes at all.
However, my OWN life seems to me to be EXTRA - ORDINARY, my only "Claim to Fame" that of my Life in the Mind-Light Temple in Boston.
Kid goes to college, gets out, and gets into a Zen Sword Temple.
Not much of a "Life and Times" rendition of Moby Dick. I do so LOVE Scholasticism, hence, Moby Dork.
For the longest time I actually BELIEVED my Contribution to Society would be a Moby Dick type of Map and Exercise Compendium for The Attainment of Manhood.
Our Society, Culture and Civilization does not REALLY have such a Textbook of Manhood. In the same way that Melville used Homerian Odyssey to unravel and reveal Ishmael and Ahab, I figured to write "about" the various Trades, and the Men who have mastered them, in MY highly personal effort, to provide the Inner Workings and Cosmic Mechanisms of Male Existence, a "Those" that ANY boy should be exposed to if he is to attain Manhood and the Sanction of "Experienced".
In that range of motion and e-motion I DID begin to gather Statements of Import from ALL my book sources. I also kept a detailed Journal of my "day-to-daze" complications, vents and molten discharge. So guess what ? After all theses days I STILL find it obscenely difficult to read my own stuff. I shit you not. The Pain is so GREAT, I cower.
If it weren't that I salvage Poetry from my emotional Carnage, I wouldn't finger these volumes at all.
However, my OWN life seems to me to be EXTRA - ORDINARY, my only "Claim to Fame" that of my Life in the Mind-Light Temple in Boston.
Kid goes to college, gets out, and gets into a Zen Sword Temple.
Not much of a "Life and Times" rendition of Moby Dick. I do so LOVE Scholasticism, hence, Moby Dork.
The State of Meant
You see those Old Guys t the Donut Shops, sittin' around in Old Folk postures, I wonder what they do all day. I've spoken to a few of these Ancients, most of the are Trump-ists---they commend Trump for "All He's Done". I shake my head in Ocean-Desert Political Sorrow. Many of these old guys are MY "Old Guys", they are farmers, and industrial shop-ists, meaning, they know their way around most trades, the tools and the EFFORT required to hard-scrabble Life from meager if not flat-out Desolation. These are "Nose-to-the-Grindstone", "Work-your-fingers-to-the-bone" types who built their Economic Afterlife from Virtuous Frugality, these types are Ben Franklin "A penny saved is a penny EARNED" Individuals, whose Lives could be numbered among Plutarch's Nobility. I admire these Supreme Workers. As closed as their mind's may be to Political Compassion, they remain aggressively heroic, in a "I survived Life's Tumult" Capacity. These are TRUE Men of Ancient Times, contained, restricted and Proud, they should be despite their Confinement.
I stand beside them..... It's strange to be their age and to be-----------------separated.
That what today is about.
"To be AND not to be" what a GREAT Statement.
The State of Meant.
I stand beside them..... It's strange to be their age and to be-----------------separated.
That what today is about.
"To be AND not to be" what a GREAT Statement.
The State of Meant.
Degree Decree
I awoke from a dream in which I had begun Study at a new University. I had laid out my courses and schedules on, not 1, but TWO, cafeteria tables and I had set myself to consolidate times and locations on a single sheet of paper. I was in a huge space, almost cafeteria-like but more of an Assembly Hall. I had the sensation that I HADN'T reconnoitered the classroom locations---it was causing anxiety.
I've dreamed this dream, and others similar, every year since I graduated. I confess to a longing "deep within" to return to Those Times of monstrous Potential, if for nothing more than the sheer BEAUTY of Academia, with all its Scholastic Demands and Social Contrivances---to be among one's peers with the Identical Goal of Intellectual Attainment. Here, we resided in Unified Whole, a "Something" that, once removed from Campus, is as foreign as Ancient Peruvian Art. We had one Goal, to get Degree-ed.
Now you'd think that after (what's the remainder of 1970 subtracted from 2018 ? Hold on let me get a pencil and paper) all those and all these years I'd-a grown out of these-----------concerns. I'm writing to you Kids this day to say it ain't so.
I'm 66 wondering what the fuck I'm gonna do with the rest of my life IFF "I live that long".
I've dreamed this dream, and others similar, every year since I graduated. I confess to a longing "deep within" to return to Those Times of monstrous Potential, if for nothing more than the sheer BEAUTY of Academia, with all its Scholastic Demands and Social Contrivances---to be among one's peers with the Identical Goal of Intellectual Attainment. Here, we resided in Unified Whole, a "Something" that, once removed from Campus, is as foreign as Ancient Peruvian Art. We had one Goal, to get Degree-ed.
Now you'd think that after (what's the remainder of 1970 subtracted from 2018 ? Hold on let me get a pencil and paper) all those and all these years I'd-a grown out of these-----------concerns. I'm writing to you Kids this day to say it ain't so.
I'm 66 wondering what the fuck I'm gonna do with the rest of my life IFF "I live that long".
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Sword of No Sword
I am beside myself in fury and rage. Google has eliminated 6 years of my blogs--- over FIVE THOUSAND. My old access is sabom-nim.blogspot.com. but I do not know how I can retrieve them. My new access is swordofnosword.blogspot.com.
I did not expect to die this day.
I did not expect to die this day.
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