and the trains weren't moving
and the trains weren't moving
the wind is strong...going places
the birds of the air...going places
the cars whizzing left and right...going places
the cyclists all over...going places
the pedestrians briskly or leisurely...going places
everything going places...but to where?
busy, busy, going...but to where?
where are you going?
Patrolman: Do you know how fast you're going?
Heisenberg: No, but I can tell you exactly where I am.
where are you?
Camus rightly argues that to commit to a just cause against overwhelming odds is absurd. He further argues that not to commit is equally absurd. Only one choice, however, offers the slightest chance for dignity. And dignity matters.
Totoleration = when toleration takes on totalitarian qualities
Let's not forget that UFOs are unidentified flying objects, or to put it differently (and entirely the same) objects (phenomena), that fly (or are in or come through the sky), and that are unidentified (we don't know what they are).
For if you comprehend, He is not God. Be there a pious confession of ignorance, rather than a rash profession of knowledge. To reach to God in any measure by the mind, is a great blessedness, but to comprehend Him is altogether impossible. — Augustine, Sermo LXVII
That is why the Zen Masters say: "If you meet the Buddha, kill him." Here we must be very circumspect. The "Holy Object" must be destroyed in so far as it is an idol embodying the secret desires, aspirations and powers of the ego-self. — Thomas Merton
What does that have to do with the price of rice in China?
§: the revolution would not lie
Transgress means to violate or to go beyond a boundary or limit, and transgression...breaking down old boundaries...is the current fashion in leading cultural, artistic, and political expressions. It is a violation that is applauded...if the correct boundaries are transgressed. Otherwise there is a built in double standard...if the incorrect boundaries are transgressed.
transgress the paleo-orthodoxy = courage
transgress the neo-orthodoxy = hate
so this is how liberty dies...with thunderous applause
In the anthropology program in college we studied Boaz, Benedict, Mead, Malinowski, Levi-Strauss, Radcliffe-Brown, Durkheim, Mauss, Evans-Pritchard, and Leakey. We framed thought through structuralism, post-structuralism, Marxism, multiculturalism, etc. Ironically though, the question that was never asked there was who and what was this “man” we were studying.
Perhaps such a question is best delved into in a philosophy of anthropology forum, yet it is such an elemental, basic question, and it was a question that was totally avoided. So it seems that the unacknowledged bias/lens through which this whole field of study is processed is totalistic materialism.
Uh, no. Still, my interest lies in understanding the origin, nature, and destiny of human beings…holistic anthropology. Time to unlearn…time to understand the focus of the lens.
In Fireworks I released all the explosive pyrotechnics of a dream. Inflammable desires dampened by day under the cold water of consciousness are ignited that night by the libertarian matches of sleep and burst forth in showers of shimmering incandescence. These imaginary displays provide a temporary release. — the anger
antipieta of sailor and the anger in storm
the anger comes awake to prepare for his dream
broken idol hand
idol of desire revealed
photos of antipieta scattered on floor
the anger begins vesting…casts photos…continues vesting…parallel life sized idol
the anger casts off empty institution and authority
door marked GENTS
the anger awakes into his dream…darkened…in storm
sailor…beauty…desire
the anger produces cigarette…fumophobic aggression
roaring fireplace…sailor produces bundle of sticks…alights from fire…proceeds to light the anger’s fag…with flaming bundle of sticks
sailor tosses sticks into fire…leaves the anger to smoke
storm
the anger alone with his forbidden pleasure…advanced upon by gang of menacing, fumophobic sailors
sailor…institution…authority
repression…violence
milk smashed…desire unleashed aggression
the anger eviscerated…pressure gauge
milk poured…desire unleashed enjoyed
the anger is left on floor…capped…conquered or conquering?
GENTS door opened from bedroom…from the fly of sailor…sparks of one tradition fly
another tradition held aloft…ignites…moves toward babe lord of the dance
tradition hurled into fireplace with burning photos
the anger asleep…repaired idol hand…falls
Wørd is a series to explore semantics, hermeneutics, and memetics.
because social, cultural, and political discourse is a train-wreck...a train-wreck that is gaining momentum rather than slowing down.
because dialogue entails 'two words', not just one.
because a meaningful dialogue can only take place when its participants speak the same language.
because speaking the same language entails
‘Merger’ is heard repeatedly in the dialogue, and Mick Brown points to Borges’s theory that “every man is two men,” realized at the end upon the fusion of Chas (the personification of violence) and Turner (pacifism). In the first half of the picture, gangsters (seen reading Borges on their coffee break!), businessmen and lawyers are so utterly lost in their oppressive performance that single-mindedness has left them homosexual. In the second half, Cammell examines what he called “the interchangeability of gender,” via Chas’s overbearing manliness, Pherber’s domineering femininity, and Turner and Lucy’s androgyny, narcissistic characters approaching the liberation of the female-man and the male-woman, a ‘complete’ individual. — Ray Young
...the 1st adventure…
It were pretense sir…and the hysteria that resulted was very real…Mary Warren, you little minx.
Yeah sure, it turned out poorly for Salem, but it needn’t. Better living through pretense…not pretentiousness.
…the 2nd adventure…
Societies of Creative Anachronism…who’s to say that I’m not the king and that I shouldn’t expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at me…even if she didn’t…
…yet anachronisms can be a bit retrogressive, and time isn’t the only limitation to creatively transcend.
…the 3rd adventure…
You've always had the power to go back...
...close your eyes and tap your heels together three times. And think to yourself. There's no place like Oz. There's no place like Oz.
…not in focus? Then you’re not using the right lens.
this fruit mind your step __________ sin | dios __________ people are people so are people so people people so people are so people are people |
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Have you ever seen fire in zero gravity...it's beautiful...it's like liquid...it slides all over everything...comes up in waves.
xyz = 1
The Genealogy of Morals…or…Nietzsche, Still Dead. How about the Genealogy of:
Do you need rooting powder to propagate a meme?
René Girard’s anthropology…by Allison & Wiki…the jury is still out…also, the three modalities in Thomistic anthropology.
elastic love in NoWay Valley
scared weird little guys
who don't know why
they do what they have to do
darkened two way mirror mind
Garden of Maya exalt Eve
caring sells
It is human to receive an impression of something, but it is doubtful if anybody ever received a post-impression of anything. —Chesterton
An impressionist painting is a composed of a multitude of colored dots and smears (the metaphorical trees), and when the viewer takes a step back he’s able to see the impression, whether portrait or landscape (the metaphorical forest).
First comes the internal impression, then the constituent parts that compose the impression are organized, and then the external impression is conveyed.
But is it art? No, it’s not just art; it’s all communication
Who are you?
Some of your parts
The sum of your parts
Something beyond the sum of your parts
Bumper stickers…buttons too…are insidious. They are iconic and viral bites of political and cultural manipulation. As forms of speech, they are free, but not freeing. Their messages frame debate in rigid and narrow ways…that stunted debate in turn sets the mind in rigid and narrow ways, and keeps public discourse in bondage.
The BS series is intended to point out the absurdity of stunted speech and thought, especially by inverting it…to document examples……to show how thought is framed…to question the internal authority of the statements…to have fun.
“=” is a bold declarative statement, but what…exactly…is being boldly declared here? This work aims to encourage people to be critical of the implications and inferences of the original HRC bumper sticker.
What are the differences in meaning between equality, equal, equivalent…sameness? The ontological and anthropological debate gets framed inversely, and a questioning of the results of that is then framed as a shutting down thought and expression instead of the opening up that it is. Is there a correct answer to "="? Is that answer a dogma? How are dissenters to this dogma misunderstood, marginalized, and demonized? In a larger Dadaist exposition, any combination of mathematical operators and/or punctuation marks will do…more or less… |
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