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TABLE OF CONTENTS - PROSE
Heavy Breath – Peter (Krax) Ingestad Heavy breath and a strange whispering voice: signs of maximal nervous excitement. Like during that gallstone attack I had recently, you know I have heard that pain caused by gallstone may pitch very different kinds of impact, now this one produced a sensation most diffuse, not exactly pain even, rather painful in a somewhat undefinable sense, not intolerable though severe, at a scale 1 - 10, possibly 7... as I told the nurse. And she looked at me. - "Difficult breathin'?" - "It's the pain..." - And I remember that, if agonized, I still found it kind of fascinating, I really didn't worry much, expecting quick relief, which I they actually dealt me in immediate sequel to the examination, and when effect of that morphine derivate receded some 2-3 hours later, the pain dit not return. They were going to give me a surgery, but I couldn't have it, because I had to get back home for receiving a locksmith two days after. - This was by now some 3 months ago, and my gallstone has not bothered me at all. - Now an intuitively more natural approach to the kind of appearance referred to here would of course be related to an altogether different compass of bodily sensations, one that I however prefer not to talk about at all.
The Choice - Torg (Tom) Hadley (This is to Sheila and Anthony of Malaysia, yet also to each of you,
each of us. These parents are involved with HiQh for Humanity. I am mentoring
their kids through the auspices of Hi IQ for Humanity, at Six-Degrees of Separation - Paul F. Kisak I wonder if the total population would have to The following are my onesies and twosies that include Best - Paul My Wife and Family ;-) - 1 Lt. Gen. James A. Abrahamson (SDI) - 1 President Ford 2 Albert Einstein - 3 I've been thinking about this for a while. Now, I'm just 18 and probably very ingenious, but if you'd treat me with some patience I believe this here could at least be the start of a nice discussion here int he forum. As such, criticism is greatly welcomed amongst all of you. I thank in advance those that decide to read this idea of mine.
Reply Dementialism - Merlin Carl this is quite an interesting approach; i shall comment further on it. did you notice the parallels to zen-buddhism and the koans? personally, i must admit that, though i accept wittgensteins challenge, i never considered kant obsolet; in fact, i think the philosophers of enlightement and those of modern times like nietzsche simply talked about entirely different things, namely a metaphysical aspect versus a historic/psychological, thus empirical view. history might have proved metaphyics unusefull, but not wrong. "dementialism" might be a healthy alternative to the never fullfilled hopes to understand everything; and might especially help to accept the thought that there is no will behind nature (an idea that even atheists often fail to fully accept; brain is so adapted to make sense of everything, that it is almost impossible to escape this). nevertheless, its consequence might be resignation; if "der mensch den pfeil seiner sehnsucht nicht mehr über sich hinauswirft" (nietzsche), that is, if he doesn´t try the impossible from time to time, maybe this keeps him from achieving the possible. well, i don´t think so; as far as i know, no mathematician has stopped working after gödels theorem made clear that he could not answer all questions in one strike. but i´m not sure.
You certainly have thrown a number of ideas and issues onto the table.
While it is true that As you see, I don't have an opposing philosophy to offer; I am only bouncing off what you have advanced. No doubt others out there have passed along deeper wisdom already.
New Anxiety Disorder Discovered
- Paul Nachbar Among the symptoms of IOMAD are an extreme preoccupation with the historical
events ofcuring in the Roman Forum or Senate in 44 B.C.E, when Julius
Caesar, in the midst of a political situation, was assassinated by several
of his friends and senators.Individuals suffering this disorder maintain
an extreme preoccupation with the past, which is of course unhealthy, Treatment includes long or short-term cogntive behaviroal adjustments, Thank you The Institute.
Hiring one of the best lawyers in the world, yourself usually, to prove
you are absolutely Hiring one of the best physicists or mathematicians in the world, yourself
usually, to explore Hiring one of the best philosophers in the world, usually yourself, to
figure out certain areas of human understanding. You figure them out and
then, hm, why did all these dumb Hiring one of the best artists/writers, usually yourself,to illustrate/create/write the story of your life, as all stories in some non-trivial sense ultimately are..and 'all that has happened'. Or two. Or more. Then forgetting that the story of your life or pictures whatever is not actually your life. Yes, you forgot your prescriptions (again), can't remember who you actually are or were before the fifteen different modes of perception and figure that it is time, once again, to go to the psychologist.. er..yourself. Good luck here! Telling the 'wrong person' any of this at any time.Oops..Time for a lobotomy.
1) You finished college and at least some grad school long ago. (if 2).If you did not get the Phd(s), you can make jokes about PhDs. If you
did 3) You are not horribly bothered by an occasional low IQ score or loss
in any 4) You have published (exhibited) and/or hogged the credit, that is even
more
6) Other people and occasionally yourself find you "sexy" and
want to have 7) You know what your bad habits are whether you know what to do about
them. 8) Other people (more than 2) at least occasionally really do respect
you and 9) You realize that except for trivial things, and moments of at least
10) You know that you have had every temptation in the book, just like
11) You realize that almost no person or institution ever tells the whole
and 12) You are capable of making at least one joke per month. As opposed
to 13) You somewhat understand that great or famous whatever dead and living
14) You do a fair accounting and administration of life and memories
and 15) You have learned to throw a sh*tfit without ending up in a sh*tpile. 16) You realize with at least some degree of reasonabiltiy (absence of
17) You realize that "sanity" and "insanity" are
not separate items like 18) You have found enough variety of ways of saying "life sucks"
so that
If I may presume to reflect upon signage: 1.) A summa cum laude M.S. degree has empowered me to babysit hormone-crazed adolescents, and attempt to edumicate 'em, whilst refraining from acting out urges to clean up the gene pool. 2) "A Pile Higher and Deeper = Ph.D." is one oft- quoted equation,
3) See #16. 4) How does one actually publish, sell, or get recognized for such, 5) See #4. 6) Aside from 26 years of marriage, remaining STD-free, and blatant,
yet 7) Damage control is a familiar 'discipline'. 8) The better the Actor refines his/her Craft, the greater the number. 9) The depths of my ignorance are overwhelming, despite my Gold Stars
on 10) No bullet wounds, decrees, institutional living: yes, all to the 11) I do hear dead people. Sometimes, I can see them. In the White 12) Godot still hasn't shown up at the bus stop in front of The Firesign 13) Was Andy Warhol one of the Living Dead? I think so. Of course, there 14) I mark that down to a subsidence of testosterone to manageable 15) Sanitized, scatological euphemisms retrieved from after-thoughts, 16) Choosing ones battles wisely, discretion being the better part of 17) If, after repeated attempts, the idiot-savant breaks through the 18) "It's not What You Know, or Whom You Know, it's How You Form
your 19) See #16. 20) See #1 through #19. Thanks, Paul! That was a great reality check!
I came upon the recent definition of an A pastoral poem, often in the form of a dialogue between shepherds. [From Middle English eclog, from Latin ecloga, from Greek ekloge (selection), The eclogue as a specifically pastoral form first appeared in the idylls "The eclogue is traditionally the form of city folk who dress up
in "Because the eclogues are such a highly stylized form of poetry,
they
The weather sucks in NY and doesnt' seem like Spring, so I've just been working on stories and stuff instead of going outside and smelling flowers whatever. Figured I'd run this one by.here because I havent' gotten responses elsewhere yet and we're POETS but..
Paul
Mrs Robinson: No worries.. Benjamin Braddock: No worries?? What are you TALKING about? I have..a
fancy liberal arts background...and ah very very high IQ..and a very very
high EQ.. Mr Robinson: No worries,sweetie..its for your own good. Benjamin Braddock: Et TU Mr Robinson?? MR ROBINSON!!! But..but..you are
regular churchgoers..and you are such fine people..and so well groomed.. Mr Robinson: Muhahaha. Benjamin Braddock: Pictures of Jesus...angel calendars..uh..everywhere.(frowns) Jr Robinson: (sticks out her tongue laciviously) Benjamin Braddock: And your NUBILE SIXTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER???? MR and MRS ROBINSON you should be ashamed of yourself!!!!! I'm horrified. (Mrs Robinson and Jr exchange rather pleased looks) Mr Robinson: Ben..(putting his arm on Ben's shoulder) Ben,..Ben...BEN..we ALWAYS liked you..(patting Ben's ass) Mrs Robinson: Yes, dear, well,you are grown up now..uh more than grown
up. Benjamin Braddock: Since...uh..when? Jr Robinson: Hmm, Mommy,he's not being FUN!!! I HATE YOU !! I HATE YOU!!! Benjamin Braddock: Whaaat?? Mrs Robinson: We're sorry Ben. we just don't KNOW what to do with her.
Sniffs. Freddy: Hi, I'm a Goth.Nice to meet you..(offers thoroughly tatooed hand for a shake) Benjamin Braddock: But WHY ME?? Freddy: I like his ass too daddy, it's uh shapely.. Mrs Robinson: Well, we offered you a few chances to ..lol escape..and well.. Benjamin Braddock..But WHERE???? Mrs Robinson: Oh please..free will dear. Jr Robinson..Free Willy mommy..(jumps up and down hysterically) Benjamin Braddock> I am shocked!! Mr Robinson: You making any money, these days, son?? Benjamin Braddock: Uh.. Mr Robinson: Well, we've always liked you.we love you Ben..you know that. Benjamn Braddock..But may I?? MRs Robinson: Anything you want, dear, absoltey anything..but.. Benjamin Braddock: But what?? Mrs Robinson: It's time. Benjamin Braddoc: You have a great house, you have millions!! What do you want from me?? Mrs Robinson: Time to sell to the 'masses' dear. dont' worry..you'll enjoy it. Benjamin Braddock:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! lights go out..all sorts of disparate noises, followed by an almost silent hmmm Mr Robinson: We ALWASY liked you Ben
Same scene. Darkness in the Robinson household. Mrs RObinson: You know,dear, it would be nice if jr learned to speak ..regular English one of these days? Jr Robinson: Bite me, mom! Mrs Robinson: Bite me???Bite you!you dumb baitch!Ohhh..maybe Ben could do something here?He could..teach her? Freddy. Yeah Ben is good and everything.Like Julius Caesar!!!.I love
Caesar.. Ben Braddock: (laying in silence. gulps) Mr Robinson: Yes..maybe Ben could teach her.don't know..hmm..start a school..uh.. Jr Robinson: I looove Ben. A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose and Ben is the sweetest of sweet roses and is so GOOD at everything.and soo sexy.Mommmy. (starts crying silently) mommy..mommmy.I love my ..mommy...too! (sits down pouting and playing with strands of her staring at the twists and then at her fingertips.. Mr Robinson:Whispers to herself half audiby (Gertrude..Stein??) Maybe.(smiles). Well, yes Ben is good. Ben really is PRETTY good.Haha.Been awhile.Haha.Yeah...pretty good. Mrs Robinson. We LOVE you Ben (rubs Ben's body). We LOOOOVE you.Dear, DEAR! (nudges her husband--half audibly..I thought we thought Jr was..a lesbian??She's not..? I mean..hmm..I guess she's not??Oh!! She's not.at least..today she's not??Well..good! Mr Robinson: Well..Ben was pretty good but tomorrow is a new day. Ah. Ben Braddock: Hear no evil, speak no evil do no evil (very quietly) Mr Robinson: Yes, Ben is..pretty good.Prettty good. You know..Ben? Hahaha Beennn??? (nudges him). You've gotten so POPULAR lately and isn't that wonderful..gives us all hope. a late bloomer haha. Ben Braddock.(to self very quietly) I'm finished.(moans softly) Mrs Robinson: (hearing this) Oh, Ben haha .behave!!! Mr Robinson: Ok, Ben, time to wake up,ok? Dear, the man needs some coffee..bring
over some ham and eggs too, toast, the works.Anything for Ben.. Ben Braddock: (gulps) Mr Robinson: You read the Wall St Journal Ben? Hey!! Studmuffin?? Ben Braddock.Yes.I do. Mr Robinson: Bet you read fast too, eh? Ben Braddock: (very softly).Yess.. Mr Robinson. Yes. Well, slow down..We love you Ben but you move too fast
for everybody..give a man a heart attack!! Dear!! Give this man a drink!!
HEY! Ben Braddock: Uh.do I get to sleep? Mr Robinson: Um. Ben, know what the cosa nostra means? Ben Braddock: Sir, are you trying to tell me here that the Robinson family that i grew up near and loved are affiliated with the Mafia? Mr Robinson: Ben!! You're being absurd!! Course not.Cosa nostra means "this thing between us.." Ben Braddock: I know.. Mr Robison. Ben! We love you!! Haha. Haven't had a workout like that in 20 years. And. Mrs Robinson: Don't worry Ben dear, you'll get what you want..what you really want. Ben Braddock: (imploringly) I ..will?? Mrs Robinson: Of course, silly. We're not THAT bad. I mean we do..bad
things.. Freddy: You bastards have been AWFUL!!! They told me at school that.. MRs Robinson: Later, Freddy..Please..But for all the bad we do..we're family.. Mr Robinson. Co-sa No-stra. (makes gestures with his hands). This THING between us? FAMILY!! The most basic bond between all humans..
Ben Braddock: I know..he is.the family of man. Mr Robinson: Always Antartica, Ben.. Ben Braddock: It's cold...there..and.. Mr Robinson: I'm allergic to penguins. Jr Robinson: Ben..we ARE bad.but there isn't anywhere else to go..sniffs..(tragic glance)I WANNNT TO DIE!!! I"M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!! Ben Braddock:(gets up) NOO!! Mr Robinson: Ben, I'm not the brightest bulb in this city, but I did
read your Ben Braddock:sigh Mr Robinson: Reduces individuals to sub-atomic particles in fractons of a second to well minutes at a time..the slow method? Individuals, societies,,planets..galaxies.. Ben Braddock: I'm AAAWFUL.(disgusted)..The worst. Mr Robinson: Poor Ben.. Mrs Robinson: Poor Ben!! (crying) Jr Robinson: (picking up a very sharp knife with a glazed look in her
eyes..) Mr Robinson: That's what gifted means, Benny..the best..and the worst.. Ben Braddock: Uh, but..when in Rome..live like the Romans????? My mom told me that.. Mrs Robinson: Your mother,sweet lady, was lying dear. Ben Braddock: Whaa? Mr Robinson: For everybodys sake. Ben Braddock;BUt they said I was immature..and it hurt! Freddy: (shokes a laugh) Mr RObinson: Help us grow up, Ben..please?? Mrs Robinson: (very sincere) Please? Ben Braddock: I owe it to my country? Ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country. My mother quoted that to me when I was five.. Mr Robinson: Yeah Kennedy Kennedy...ah.Your country is a bunch of psychotics Ben. Ben Braddock: Whaaa?? Mr Robinson: YOU were not psychotic. Ben Braddock: Butt?? Mr Robinson: We drove you psychotic, Ben. We're sorry. We had to.. Ben Braddock: I'm soo....sick. Mr Robinson..No you're so healthy. Ben Braddock: Then I'm a liar. Mrs Robinson: No you're so very truthful..it's embarassing Ben Braddock.What do you want of me? Mrs Robinson.Just be yourself. Ben Braddock; THey said i was just playing games. Mr Robinson: Do you believe everything people tell you, Ben? Ben Braddock:uh..may I beg to differ? I don't believe anything people tell me, Mrs Robinson. Mrs Robinson. Oh so formal..and after all THAT..Sweetie, just call me Flora! Ben Braddock: Okay....Flora.. Mrs Robinson: Who? There's nobody named Flora here..Oh sorry. THe name is Deborah. Ben Braddock: I know. Mrs Robinson: Are we..boring you dear? Mr Robinson: We're boring him?? Stop that. We cant bore our guest. Not civilized. Mrs Robinson: I feel so..impotent. Mr Robinson: Ben..Ben!! You don't want my wife to feel impotent, do you?? Jeezuz..the last time she...oh PLEASE Ben!!.She gets hysterical!.. Benjaman Braddock: A poet's work is never done.Oh I mean no offense, Mrs Robinson..I know the saying is. Mrs Robinson: Who? Me!! Haha!! I'm a worker bee..a worker bee..high class worker bee!! I'm NOTHING.. Benjamin Braddock: Poor sweetheart....... Mrs Robinson: SIts on the couch, smiling to herself, sobbing gently. Looks under the couch, gets up and picks up the empty bottles of vodka and throws them angrily into the garbage disposal..Never, NEVER AGAIN!!! Mr Robinson:Her???A poor sweetheart???Jeez, how did YOU?? What a man!
Listen, Ben.you can have anything you want here! Anything! I have connections!
I can get it for you wholesale! Girls? You want girls? Benjamin Braddock..Uh, Mr Robinson..? Mr Robinson: You can call me Frank.. Benjamin Braddock: Ok, uh Frank.I just came by last night to make a phonecall.. Mr Robinson: Oh,,oh?? Oh, you can use the phone Ben..Freddy, GET THIS MAN THE PHONE???Hey you idiot!! Benjamin Braddock:No,that's all right.They're not in now.I'll just go home and call them later. Mr Robinson: What do you want, Ben?? Just tell us. Just tell us what to do!!! Benjamin Braddock: I don't know.Not much.Sort of, you mean in general? Mr Robinson: TELL US!! Benjamin Braddock: A reasonable existence uh on this planet for the duration
of Freddy: Global power, Bennie? You want global power?? Benjamin Braddock: Uh.Hm.I can't say I'm not .tempted? My dayjob did not pay too well..But all right, power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely..my mother used to say that. Mrs Robinson: I am getting a sick, SICk headache.. Mr Robinson: ALL RIGHT! Ben, you are all over the place..(to Freddy) PLease, Freddy, stop humping my leg!!! It's not polite! Kids! Okay..you are not concentrating.Ben.You are..distracted.Sit, sit!!! We'll draw up a list. A list!!! Step by step!.Flora!! Mrs Robinson: (perks up suddenty)Oh, a list??haha. I know how to do that!!.Be right back..sweetie.Got to get a pen or pencil..I like this. Mr Robinson: Ok, we help you get organized and draw up the list..and then you tell us what to do?? okay?? Jr Robinson: Dont' dissapoint us, Ben.Please!!! We get.STRANGE..when we are...DISAPPOINTED..Like, you KNOW??? Benjamin Braddock. You're right.Ok..(sits down).I'll be good. Mrs Robinson: (half singing) I have the pencil! I have hte paper! Now relax, Benjamin, we are being sincere. Everything really will be okay. Benjamain Braddock: I know that, Chrissy. Mr Robinson:(warning) Ben???? Benjamin Braddock: NO, I mean, I KNOW! I know it will be okay..Okay??Frank?? Mr Robinson: All right. Good!! Now one thing, I know, as a man of some
experience. Benjamin Braddock: Uh, my mistake Frank. I thought it was the 31st century..I'm sorry..I get confused about time..sometimes. I lost my watch..They break on me a lot Freddy: Whee!! Ben can do everything good!! Mr Robinson: Okay,,we'll get the watch thing fixed..Just relax, ok?? Mrs Robinson: And dear..I have something very profound to add..If you
are ever Benjamin Braddock:(staring through the window panes and at the night
sky,
Freddy: Sir? Benjamin Braddock: ..Uh? Freddy: She's right. Youd look...much younger..?? Benjamin Braddock..Okay, little buddy. Mr Robinson: You okay, Big Man? Want a drink? Benjamin Braddock: All's well that blends well, Frank..in this er best of all possible worlds.. Mr Robinson.Nice..Whatever. What's your poison?? Benjamin Braddock: Bourbon and ginger ale? Mr Robinson: Straight up or rocks? Benjamin Braddock: (looking serious) Rocks. Uh not much ginger ale. Mr Robinson:Good, good.Ok the big games' on soon. You staying or leaving? Benjamin Braddock:The game? Mr Robinson: Football.BIG GAME!!!! BIG GAME!!!!! (pauses) Look Ben, I know you think we're a bunch of idiots. Benjamin Braddock: Oh no, Frank, really no.(throws up hands). REALLY! I DON'T. Mr Robinson: Ok.... I"M SORRY. We watch the BIG GAME. Our fathers watched the BIG GAME on television and our father's fathers and our fathers' fathers..It's tradition..Things fall apart without tradition, Ben! Benjamin Braddock: I know that, Frank. But television was only invented in.. Mr Robinson: LOOK, Ben, YOU know and I KNOW that TV football is MORONIC and CHILDISH AND VIOLENT NASTY STUFF and the game is so rigged and big bucks that NOBODY HAS FUN ANYMORE but THEY DON'T KNOW! Y'KNOW?? What SHOULD WE DO?? We're BORED Benjamin Braddock: We'll think of something Frank. Mr Robinson: WHAT? Benjamin Braddock: I WILL think of something. Hold your horses, man??Promise. Mrs Robinson: You will Ben?? Benjamin Braddock: Yes Mrs Robinson: You're not just playing us, Ben?? Benjamin Braddock. No. Mr Robinson: Ben?? Benjamin Braddock: Uh cosa nostra..Frank. Don't worry, ok?(shrugs) Gotta go. Night everybody. Jr Robinson: (staring out the window pressing her lips to the glass) mouths "I will miss you darling.." Mrs Robinson: Think he'll come back, Frank? Mr Robinson: Don't know Mrs Robinson: Sometimes they do??? Mr Robinson: Sometimes they dont. Sometimes they do. Hm I dont know Mrs Robison: It was nice Frank? Mr Robinson: Hm, something could do wrong. Mrs Robinson: Or something could go right?? You're being a pessimist, dear Mr Robinson: We'll do what we usualy do. Mrs Robinson: How clever! If something goes wrong, it's his fault. If
something goes Mr Robinson: Hahah! He just can't win, poor sucker!!!!! Mr Robinson: Hm, he'll just have to play his cards right.. Mrs Robinson: What are we going to talk about tonight? Mr Robinson: I dont' know. Do you know? Mrs Robinson: I don't know. I thought you knew? Mr Robinson: Stop it Frank. Mrs Robinson: Huffs. Mr Robinson: So what do we do tonight, dear-ie? Mrs Robinson: I don't know Pinkie. Mr Robinson. Ok Brain.You tell me. Mrs Robinson: We try to..take over the world.. Mr Robinson. Of course. As usual. And always lose.(pouts) Mrs Robinson: Or maybe this is winning? Mr Robinson: Who knows? I wish i knew Mrs Robinson: No you don't. Mr Robinson No WE don't. Mrs Robinson; We don't, do we? Mr Robison..WE DON'T!! Mrs Robinson: Or it's dust in the wind.. Mr Robinson: I know...endust in the wind Mrs Robinson: Forever and ever. Mr Robinson: And ever.. Mrs Robinson: And ever.. Mr Robinson: TV, golf, food or sex, booze, pot , medications or sadomasochism? Mrs Robinson:Whatever..A good book perhaps...........?? Mr Robinson: Scrabble? Mrs Robinson..Not tonight dear. (scene changes, the street. Ben is walking home at night,whistling bits
of this or that classical theme among others, start and stop, makes a
futile angry gesture with one hand against his raincoat and shakes his
head in a somewhat agitated manner.Then he looks up into the night sky,
alone on the street. The small, grey smudgy area in the sky he observed
formerly begins expanding and turns a bright blueish color. YOU'RE NOT THEM. DON'T WORRY YOU"RE NOT THAT DIFFERENT EITHER. DON"T WORRY.THEY LIKE YOU. THEY"RE NOT THEM EITHER. THEY"RE TOO CONFUSED TO THINK ANYTHING THROUGH ANYMORE. YOU"RE NOT DON"T BOAST. NOBODY LIKES THAT INCLUDING YOU TRY NOT TO WHINE AS THEY REFER TO "IT" WE KNOW THATS ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE NEVER SAY NEVER WE KNOW THAT'S ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE AT TIMES THE LONG DARK NIGHT IS NOT ENDLESS WE KNOW THAT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE TO CONCEIVE BYE, FRIEND WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU LATER...SWEETIE...... SMILE...SOMETIMES? TRY? Then the lights go away and the sky is once again almost pitch black, still the little spot of grey somewhere . Ben turns away, mutters now "makes sense to me" then "kinda".
and then "oh well"..and finally, "tired..long day..another
day..".."stuck..hm..ok with me" Paul
The World's Least Practical Idea -
Paul Nachbar Everybody it seems is competing for something or winning or losing or just withdrawing, whether or not in a state of 'disgrace'. What they are competing for is almost always in some sense practical, that is useful in some sense, even if it is other things, such as 'ideal', at least to a given individual or set of individuals.. Of course 'useful'or 'practical' can mean many things from absolutely necessary to survival-or even a place in heaven for many- to oh I'd like to have a 10,000 item for my collection. I mean in dull,economic terms though poets and lyricists and people when being "emotional" exaggerate about this for good or bad or well or poorly. They even invented a unit to measure this, the utile or unit of usefulness but that's another story. And now for something completely different, as Monty Python would say.Or else I have had too little sleep for too long. This idea comes from nowhere and goes nowhere and does not take one from any A to any B. It cannot be exchanged at least here for any income in the marketplace of so called 'ideas' and will garner no adherents or believers.It cannot change anything in any sense yet seems to me, and i guess i have read and thought and worked and acted in the world a bit, somewhat of an insight. Which is not at all weak but absolutely powerless. And in this world, which can be both mad in it's order and mad in its chaos, a hopeless case, I suppose.But at least given my current microeconomic and other equations of being, there is no punishment for this.Whatever. Conceive of the world of people, whatever else, as a set of households,the minimum being one individual who may not have an actual physical home.According to population studies, there are about 6.3 billion households in the world which have many different sorts of occupants with many religious or spirituial or political or philosohpical or other belief systems or anti-systems so called and habits and nationalities and pathologies and problems and good times and bad and incomes or lacks of them and of course six point three billion stories from another point of view etc..Throughout human history, written and preliterate, about one hundred billion in all. And many more, though an unknown figure, this century and perhaps beyond. A world of many many things, including wants and needs, met or not met, expressed or not expressed, through one method or another. But also something else very very simple.Uh, hypothesis here or just an observation about the whole, not a set of given parts of the whole. All households, whatever else there is to them, are also made of "glass" That is, this glass can both darken and admit "light" in and out of them. One might or might do something "practical" or "imaginitive" or "real" or "unreal" with this insight. But good to think of sometimes amid the plethora of 'the real world worries'.My guess.anyway.
Windows of the World Poem - Paul Nachbar Their darkness and illuminations shine through my windows. Her darkness and illuminations shine through my windows His darkness and illuminations shine through my windows Your darkness and illuminations shine through my windows
see March-April 2002 Apotheosis Pican Dialogues 1-IV Havlak: This is only fair... Vavi: (addressing the terminal) Computer: Havlak: (sadly but with gratitude) At least (end) Vavi: What's new dear?
If you have imagined that there are forces about which are preventing your personal, intellectual and creative growth beyong a "certain level", the odds are, 8/10 times that this is not 'paranoia' or a 'personal issue' but that you are probably somewhat correct.This is not the work of peer group pressure, tyrannical families, media moguls or monsters, natural supply and demand,aliens, vampires, foreigners, 'bad people' conspiracies of one or another "group" organized along ethnic, gender, income, political or racial lines but the organized labors or a little known conspiracy called Mediocrity Incorporated. Although I am hardly (haha) at liberty to divulge some of the identities
of major or minor members of this conspiracy against western civilization,
it is clear that their efforts have been both secret and well-rewarded.Their
goal? Motives? Profits to be sure in different sectors as well as personal resentments of one kind or another regarding things like "bad piano lessons", "misdeeds"of various often long dead historical figures in the arts and sciences", etc etc. Means? Flooding of art, intellect, emotions more complex than those required for functioning and obedience and reasoning of any kind beyond "common sense" by a bombardment of banalities, bad science and mixed messages.Result? Death of the individual; all authority to special interest groups manipulated behind the scenes by Mediocrity Incorporated. Ok. All of this is or may be certainly described as "negativity"
or "pessimism" or "irrationality" or extreme impracticality.
For more practical purposes, if you are interested in an application for
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When I write poetry, I have no obligations whatsoever to be intelligible, "smart" or "beautiful". Where the formal tounge ends and poetry begins, or where poetry ends and nonsense begins, only the fool can tell. The wise man keeps his mouth shut 'til there is nothing to say, then he sais it... with a poem! I love the art of poetry, even though it very much is like washing gold -- you only find a precious stone very occasionally. But poetry cannot be weighed and marked with prices. If I like a poem or not is always up to me. Don't blame the poet -- and certainly do not blame the poem!
Ex nihilo - "What am I doing here?" the girl said. I said: "Come to my bed." "What am I doing here?" the girl said again. I said: "Read my lips." Nobody knows the trouble you have. Nobody wants to. 35820G3749R3829705728V4678E5728889? - Mystica persona! I think kisses fit nicely into sex, personalizing it, providing another kick of shameful pleasure. Kinda kinky. There are three ways of learning: the right way, the wrong way, and the painful way. For the many, it is the third that works, for the few, the first. Symbol of Christo-Satanism: the Lucifix. Sometimes I look into the mirror, asking myself: am I [censored]'n CRAZY - or just another genius...? Aslant would be more brutal. Always ask yourself the opposite: Altitude? Absence? Policy? Withdrawal? Solitude? Mimicry? Tautology? Misdemeanor? Disguise? Attention? - since nobody knows your trouble. Never lose your face trying to save it; it will remain grounded. Time for time. Time for love, time for hate. Time for scandal, time for breakthrough, time for silent progress. How often is joy a sad thing; even if bored, laugh at the clown. His tears are yours. Never dare cowardice! Easy mistakes, primitive interface, and 10 steps to find the G point. To miss the point, point out the obvious. Teaching people those things you should know they already well know is never insult and always offense. Infinity; two points connected by random walk. - Don't use Life, fear it? - Don't fear Death, use it. Self reference does make sense. Art of the game: exact obscurity. Nothing is meaningless. Message of the First Card: the easy way is the hard one. And the Fool goes downhill. When people advice you to relax, have a second thought about it. Women stay indoors. That's why men do not see them. I filled the forty-eight (48) women listed in the State's second amended information. There is no business like know business. Join them to beat them! 7-up! - The sins? the virtues? Anonymity bliss: the people that count will know you. The worst way of exercising authority is on people who don't accept it. Never care for people you scare. Show it; earn it; never presume it: respect. Don't ask, google. I never promised you a rose garden. You did. I made the shows my way. I took the bus. Noozing selferential yidderish. All that matters is dedication. Ondulates, birds of too many words, just like a few people. Nothing vanishes into identity. Good point lost, west point taken. All old in the beginning - Meaningless? - Say it again. Never mind your mind forever. |
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