Where I Stand

Rain fell, sometimes it falls, and can have fallen, when?
in the early morning darkness. My scattered keepsakes, my reminders were reached for in the first few drops

of the need for morning to be morning

and for spring to be spring, regardless of the hour
Sky and Earth, one wide undivided shadow with barest form,

a cloud slowly burst, giving song, in a slow

steady rise of sound following the gush of raindrops.
The earth murmuring, the earth murmuring,
quickly came, and then? and rested.
The clouds were guessed to be thin, was it the wish it was.
Now and then sunlight peeks through a blue lake,

pooled up on the grey landscape of sky

where I stand.

Evolving proposition of Four

_the taming power of the great_

Look at a person,what you should be seeing

is a thread of uncommon metal

being pulled from a forge

a spell is more easily broken than cast, a life

more easily shattered,

than being seen for what it is.

I do ask this of you,

Seek a pathway deep into the forest, given signs,

when a hallowed clearing is found and a tree

whose leaves carry a spectral light

where the whole air is given to music.

Take one breath, seal it in folds of your cloak.

Return with this one human detail

deciphered from an olden script

worthy of remembrance, brought by you to our feet

in the name of the most high.

We may not have words to explain the common knowing

that when your name was spoken

we could see the uncommon tone of color on her cheek.

Evolving proposition of Four

_a small exceeding_

Dwell on this choice even for the flash of an instance

and no longer will it be yours to make.

Forget the world of companions,

who would come near you

reeling and dancing while dragging a comforting corpse.

They can see the hand that shook by your heels,brought to your feet,

this time, who would not be afraid?

of the keepsake you have, of looking down

and really seeing them for the first time.

One thing you needed

because you could not live without it

another because once you'd found it

you could not let it go.

Stay to long,you'll get the beating you deserve,

helpless to return anything but a deep glance.

The choice had been between water and love's fire.

Everyone knows you cannot drink fire, not even a sip.

Swallowing a fatal dose of majesty,

you speak the the invisible laugh and silent knowing reach of space.

Evolving proposition of Four

_Providing-For_

Today I may choose a leaf and a smooth stone to be among the objects

which will go with me when we visit water,

Just the perfect number that can easily be carried

curled in one arm and my free hand.

The reason for coming had not been forgotten,

what an odd way to make tea.

There are things to ready,direction noted,incense set out,

take care when you arrange the seats, one doubt,

the guests will vanish,the favored moment

when the fog rises reaching for the morning sun wasted.

You can forget the little picture that would only fade

once captured by the mind.

We are playing. The leaves float away,

the stones color renewed,

we are face to face and the water is pleased.

_CENTER RETURNING_

Writing like any other human action can be either one spontaneous deliberate gesture, or a series of expressions subject to any number of deliberate changes. A writer might take up a pen allowing a word or phrase to come into being and remain then unchanged; or take that same word or phrase and transform it again. What this shows is the weaving of continuous and discontinuous threads into our expressive actions.

There can be many goals of directed action, a potter may wish to give a gift to a friend. Think how comic it would be if to fulfill this goal they simply wrapped up a soft piece of clay,adding, "I wasn't sure what to get you". Instead they would choose a form say a cup,taking the clay and turning a vessel on the wheel. After this they might decide,this cup should have a handle...no, two handles... then add that element. Of course any other element added towards completion of the gift is another deliberate gesture added to the process.

I-ching hexagrams are a wonderful example showing a cycle of continuity based on combined broken and unbroken lines. They are used here to show how simply something can evolve selecting forms based on continuous and discontinuous elements.

Take the first I-ching symbol of six unbroken lines or gestures,for this exercise I spontaneously and deliberately choose the first six words that came to mind.

CALL

SAME

NEAT

ROAD

SOOTH

ANY

Bold and deliberate yes, but enigmatic to the point of being unintelligible.

Now sprinkle a bit of pixie dust....and impose the rule of a different hexagram on the first, that of six broken lines each line then given one deliberate change, one spontaneous mental transformation.

CALL..............A message to you

SAME.............Like a word sent to me

NEAT.............Is like sharing the work of sweeping the floor

ROAD............is a way to travel

SOOTH..........is a way to turn the dark aloneness of space

ANY..............into possibilities

The continuities are evolving together and in the case of the last two lines evolving in tandem. Looking at this for sense and spirit I reasoned deliberately changing the third and fourth lines was my next move, giving a new hexagram.

_____

_____

__ __

__ __

_____

_____

A message to you

Like a word sent to me

Is like sharing the work of sweeping the floor following familiar steps

that renew the earth on which we stand and walk.

Is a way to travel within, to sit on the holy mountain and proclaim one song

Is a way to turn the dark aloneness of space

into possibilities.

This illustrates the potential of using order to guide our most spontaneous deliberate gestures, and further in how a final copy so to speak could be reached. It's like a balance of stream of consciousness with formalism in a working relationship.

Pixie dust....fuckin eh.....

Melville- Invoking the Mystic Universal

[With my blog post ] Seven Fascinations of the Hyper-Intellect , a commitment to explain the over- all form of Melville's MobyDick was advanced as an exercise to demonstrate and convey this in super-sensible terms. I have little doubt that anyone reading this claim might think it absurd to assert that this is possible. With a good sense of humor, I won't answer to cat calls of bogus, I will however answer to the moniker Humphrey Bogus' , I also won't respond to those of sophomoric, I will however to that of Sophia-more 'r' less.

Here's the basic position: The over-all form of MobyDick , consists of the Beginning, the End and everything contained in between those points. Points treated allegorically, but which are also in reality the technical limits under which human, concept based fiction is bound. It's impossible to ignore that there is always a head a body and a tail. Mellville's treatment of this follows a general argument he develops philosophically over the course of the entire book thus reinforcing a transcendent nature for the work as a whole. An argument I describe being used to clarify a common, individual human position in the Universe. With that stated, allow me to take up this track in a different fashion.

Melville-Invoking the Mystic Universal

Let's say there were two boys playing one-ups-man-ship,in a make believe battle of literary daring. The first went on, speaking a fairly good tale, woods full of Indians behind every tree, strong arms,smoking flintlocks,human character in conflict and under the sword of moral judgment up to the concluding drum roll. Then the second began saying "this is not really a story , it begins with many steps, enough miles to wear out skin,the soul and boots, then a question. Why?, why after looking into the hungry eyes of obscurity, crossing paths with phantoms, and seeing a grey fog following ones shoulder: why are you warmed, fed, lighted and welcomed as a brother into the stream of human agency.It cannot pass without saying: no two tales are exactly the same, and some are set so differently that simple fascination doesn't meet the demand which requires you to participate. This assertion certainly applies to Melville's novels.

Two initial ideas, which together, lead to a third will here be used to continue.

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"The beginning of any fiction is a long extensive history;and the ends of history are impossible to reach for even nothingness is significant in this regard."

"The notion that a book begins or ends with its first and last words is overturned when the inclination an individual brings to and takes away from the moment and place of this encounter is observed."

This is a mystery applying to any chronology,real or imagined. The mystique, of unknown and preconceived forces, engaged with a body of information in a process that is trans formative on a conceptual level.
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In 1851, the first reception given the epic novel MobyDick, did not generate enough interest to sell the first printing of 3,000 copies. Much of what distinguishes its latter resurgence, seems to be a veneration for learned interpretations, as if some intercession of expertise could make up for the obscurity it suffered during the authors lifetime. Attempts to build a sophisticated national literature coupled with the showmanship of critical erudition play no small part in the novels general reputation. Added to academic regards,cinematic adaptions of the drama have also contributed mythic status to this work. In writing for a general readership with more knowledge of the novel's inspiration of film narrative; an approach to discussion can easily begin here, with its mystique.

Mystique, the mysterious related impressions we have of a thing interpenetrated with actual knowledge of it. As something conceptual they are not the thing itself, but a useful picture of how we choose to relate awareness of it to our self. It could be described as the personal fiction of our understandings. Even the "Unknown" has mystique and begins to transform as soon as even a single concept seeks to define it. Ironic as it seems that even something which has no known quality has the mystique of a perceptual equivalent,it is just as ironic that this mystique (subjective prestyling) of the "Unknown" is so often dark and vacuous. I simply ask why? If you need a reference,why not shining and penetrating, or an idea suggesting the possibility of a more fearless,honest embracing of this quality inherent to consciousness.

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Two stray side bar notes:

The possibility of objective individual discernment is preceded by progressing through these types of distinction.

Generally impressions attributed a thing, can be of two degrees. One based on methods of personal experience and speculation , the other of such knowledge arrived at indirectly from other sources.

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Returning now to this tale of the whale fisheries: Melville himself seeks to dispel certain types of dogmatic thought regarding his work. In a chapter titled The Affidavit our author makes reference to what this book is and is not, "So ignorant are most landsmen of some of the plainest and most palpable wonders of the world, that without some hints touching the plain facts, historical and otherwise of the fishery, they might scout at Moby Dick as a monstrous fable, or worse still and more detestable, a hideous and intolerable allegory." a disclaimer not easily overlooked. He also begins the first paragraph of the same chapter as follows. "So far as what there may be of narrative in this book... the leading matter of it requires to be still further and more familiarly enlarged upon, in order to be adequately understood, and moreover to take away any incredulity which a profound ignorance of the entire subject may induce in some minds, as to the natural verity of the main points of this affair." suggesting throughout the work a fact based fiction of a high order, as he again states, "...this is one of those disheartening instances where the truth requires full as much bolstering as error."
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a stray paragraph: working title, The Bug up My Ass, until it grows to big to fit any more.

Where fact is so easily obscured by mystique, elaboration,and interpretation, what is to be believed? In searching for an answer to the causality determining one or more aspects of humankind's place in the universe,all schools of thought and belief have developed. In this sense they all have a connection to a common truth, However this connection, even if it can be followed in reverse to its source rarely answers the question why a belief is relevant. Its scope of knowledge. small or vast, may not provide modes of expression to meet needs in the present moment, or directions for assimilating new unknowns encountered. The beginning and the end of knowledge are the assumption and the action. Saying that the causal force is knowledge may not be far off the mark if the definition of knowledge used is redefined to separate conceptual elements and hold them aside as contingencies under critical scrutiny.
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Back to Melville's quotes:

These are paradoxical arguments to tender. Looking at basic definitions of the words Fable and Allegory, it could be reasoned...

fable/ n. [ME, fr. MF fr. L fabula conversation, story, play fr. farl to speak- more at BAN]:
a fictitious narrative or statement : as, a1. a legendary story of supernatural happenings
b: a narration intended to enforce a useful truth; esp. one in which animals speak and act like
human beings. c. FALSEHOOD, LIE

allegory/ n. [ME, fr. L, fr. GK allegorein, to speak figuratively fr. allos+agorein, to speak publicly, fr. agora, assembly- more at Else, Gregarious] 1. a: the expression by means of symbolic fictional figures and actions of truths or generalizations about human conduct or expression. b: an instance of such
expression 2: a symbolic representation: EMBLEM

...it could be reasoned that Melville may have claimed the work to be none of the above This is the paradox ? what does this demonstrate.

It could be put forth that both pure fiction, as well as fictional variations of factual information and personal experience cannot escape the defined bounds of fable and allegory, simultaneously on both conscious and unconscious levels.

What then is the leading truth of this matter?

This novel does not exist as a pure documentation of a continuous process on a level of objective facts.

?Can the documentation of process contain fabrications without becoming an allegorical metaphor for a subjective state of individual sentience? No, and further, if fiction is not to be allegorical it would exist as what could only be described as irrational allegory, an impersonal non-symbolic randomization, which would include all higher elements of form and also redirect an irrational assigning of primary nouns and other language functions, eliminating observation of any regard to fable and allegory.

In the human mind, fictional constructs and pure historical documentation are twin tracks of ideas which form human outlook and guide action. Their appraised value must be evaluated not only in terms of applied effect and outcome, but by measuring both the ignorance and understanding under which they have been conducted. On one hand there is fact and on the other fiction. There is also a middle ground where they are also joined in one body of reason, partly of systematized proofs of pure thought and partly relevant conceptual motives and quasi-predictable provisions. This inter-work of touching on each other indicates a participatory value , a separation of individual function in unified form ,which in this instance set the bounds of humanized reason.

The effective relevance of knowledge is the single tangible attribute which ordains it with a deep personal worth. Orders of personal values are similar to semantic occurrences documenting sets of rules. Sequences such as [ Memory/Purpose/Survival ] have relevance of form following function.

They can be expanded syntactically:

Memory Purpose Survival ?
Idea Impulse Existence ?
Assumption Desire Satiation ?
Mystique Fortuity Blessedness ?
Tendency Relation Realization ?

I won't pretend to be well versed in such matters, used here to illustrate how open ended systems are implied by certain semantic orders. They can imply a beginning-less beginning, stretching back as far as the source and origins of information reach, they connect in a merged field of real factors, relevant choices and comprehension, they progress to states of related effect , yet remain unstable and not totally free of unpredictable change as they combine with a universe of circumstances.

Here is our habitation enforced, this places us in the oceanic midst of the shared individual condition. Form following function, but not as an end in itself, but as a tendency toward inter-related,ongoing temporal function.
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Under these circumstances, it's quite obvious Melville was in effect lying, or in a very subtle way urging the reader to look beyond outward apprehension, beyond both facts presented and implications of the creative distortions offered, in order to understand what he was communicating by doing so.

It can be inferred that he was willing to undertake this action regardless of the consequent risk he faced in our comprehension of the expressions intent.

This complexity is indicative of higher relations; advancing a case that the intent was to leave a general impression of mutual awareness, a developing sentience, a real quality of individuality shared within the whole of all awareness.

This is an Invocation of a Mystic Universal in terms which a thoughtful human being may appreciate.
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Yes, Moby Dick, the novel is foremost an objectified work of art, and is so in the same way that a painting is an object and also a work of art. In this sense Melville was a Muralist, the detail, perspective, its breadth of action and leading implications reach far-far beyond the subject being depicted. He did write a book with no beginning and no conclusive end except in its turning to involve us again in the continuous affair of the present. Inviting and welcoming us here as intimate acquaintances and equals. He opens to us a family we can join and promote or one we can divide and destroy, if through selfish obsessions we ignore and abuse the nature of our common universal relations and dependencies.

The book is a fable, simply not a monstrous one, and an allegory, but not hideous and intolerable. Thus in the end Melville wasn't lying; it was his adjectives which revealed, entertained and supported the deep mystical validity of his hidden creative gesture.

Seven Facinations of the Hyper-Intellect

I have accepted trial membership in the craze/contagion social network I will refer to as "The Seveners".
My friend JasP. writes: PS: Scott, consider yourself tagged.You're it!(http://spulgenine.blogspot.com/ ), that just as my friend points out Doesn't sum things up.

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As a preview my of contribution to the promised land, several titles come to mind which may pique interest in the subject.

Melville: Invoking the Mystic Universal, an analysis of over arching formal structure used in Moby Dick,

Managing Selective Systems: criteria for manipulating data of linear sequences,

Portals beyond the Object: techniques to engage the transcendent energy accumulated by art.

Inherent Gender Based Weaknesses: a short course on overcoming female vanity and male jealousy,

Deep Ecology of sexuality,physical affection and human intimacy,

Fantastic Reality-How to find the" best of all possible worlds.",

Locksley Hall: insight forms and outcomes of poetic trance.

At this point nothing is guaranteed, any and all of the above are contingent on the price at the gas-pump and consumer demand. I submit the following epigraph, typical of hyper intellectual thought.

"The Plurality of One, is the multiplicity of a self contained unit"

Where my vote is going

It's true (if this is news to anyone) that I'm a different breed of opportunist. I do have worldly concerns reflecting my impulses and personal obligations to others: but my focus is directed toward what appears to be less material means and modes of realizing my own potential. If I have learned and discovered one thing thru my experiences that has shaken all of my beliefs, it is that the idea of an individual soul for each human being is an illusion.

This is not to say that there aren't forms of being we can closely identify with our common understanding of soul. It is simply that our outward forms are a display of the interaction and inter-relation of these of these soul forms.

At their root these are distinct only at a level which borders formlessness. In our limited view of them we can identify them as potential conscious energies with a small number of basic attributes.

Regardless of any worldly religious view, real spiritual evolution is a choice/chance based proposition enabling one of these forms to transform an individual human life into a direct conduit for the living heart and essence of its consciousness.
It truly is the only other game in town.

The expression "game in town" is used here to distinguish between how our collective evolution remains extremely compromised by our individual focus on secondary phenomena,instead of its motivating factors.

The tendency has been to recirculate indirectly received bundles of energies, a form that is more like a by-product or waste product than anything else.

Each individual human represents an evolving possibility for the expression of being. It is in the allowance of an individual to make this shift which represents our collective progress in the fulfillment of a single life's purpose.

It is remarkable in the fact that even though distinct soul forms are quite manifold in number and are themselves evolving, it's remarkable that among us they are shared,and shared because that's the way of it all.

Eyes open,eyes closed (I prefer eyes open) it's miraculous,fully alive and the trip of a lifetime. Eyes open,eyes closed (You know my preference) if you aren't doing this ,in some form, things are more screwed up somewhere than they could otherwise be.

The blame, if there is any falls evenly,a share to each plate.

On the upside there are really no lines, just the time for journeying in this way.

The best anyone can do is keep the vibe going when it's possible, it does matter what you do, but matters more how you do it.

Well that's my vote in a nut shell, see you all at the polls.

Created by R.I.P.

I confess as far as my kid (Abraham) is concerned, I wouldn't be dissapointed if he and life conspired into becoming a Poet or a Dervish or both, something/everything/nothing. It seems that I've heard that in order to become either, You need to have fallen in love at least once, get up,learn to walk and wear out a few pairs of shoes.

Imagine my surprise when this 10 yr. old pulls out this folded paper covered with his scratch,wanting to show me his poems.

"Oh, did you do this for school?"

"Nah, I just did'm myself."

"Woah, really ?, what are they about?

"Just stuff"

Back in time,when I was ten, Mrs. Gorby my 5th grade teacher liked a poem written for her class. Her words " You could be a Poet someday" felt like a cool rain after a long dry spell , a drought I could no longer remember the duration of. I seemed to understand one thing about rain, Poets knew things,they discover,remember and explain things that the world has somehow found a deep need for. Can you hear the rain?

There I had been having written "Red is a Fire Engine , going down the Street" and here I'am reading,"Black Roses fill the hearts of 10,000,000 deaths from above" and "Maybe it's just the Bridge or maybe it's just me?" two lines of the number that filled both sides of a page.

At the top margin, floating like a frontspiece, Created by R.I.P.

I'd like to share the Zen reminder which one contained:

"All alone is all we are,

but you never know what

could happen to the feeling

you just felt."

The whole mystery of birth, begins someplace both hidden and known, and just by the chance of landing to one side of a moment in time, waits there to be found again.

A Bold Reflection/Conversant Stars

Three notable things, Gandhi's ashes released to the web,Medical Marijuana in vending machines- L.A.,Good things happening to people!

This is an exercise in graphic display, please ignore the fine print /but ask yourself " how fine is fine!"

What is the point of discussion?, if it only provides a charade of interaction, if it is only show and tell,stopping where ones point of view has been expressed,continuing no further. Ignoring and not engaging what is implied and challenged by contradicting evidence and question makes the exercise futile. Though thinking you might come away from it knowing each others ideas,without taking it to an unscripted level, it's only play on the stage where you believe what you do because you choose to; and worse never come close to extending your potential in the matter of choice.
The scary reality this tendency invokes, is that this behavior is often used in the manner of a hidden strategy, to maintain a sphere and balance of order, influence and control. It's not simply a notion. That individuals might be more easily and predictably manipulated by issue identification rather than clarification explains how over simplified and mindless, certain interests would prefer for our ability to function independently.

Steering politics with this type of single issue inflation is demonic in the sense that a possession has occurred. We no longer discriminate by capacity but are forced by attitude. If the challenges of these times are failed this will be the primary cause. The head knodders will, and everyone else besides, will have to live with the consequences. If you look at how questions and ideas are dealt with and look at how issues are organized and structured, You (with a Capital Y) should be able to weed out the drones from the distinct voices and then know someone is really at home in there.

Impressions of a Novel

" IN AMERICA" a novel by Susan Sontag


Many of us are not far removed from the immigrant experience. My family (mother's) migrating from French Canada to the Iowa prairies via Messina N.Y. and settling there before 1856; (father's) leaving Scandinavia over 100 yrs. ago found their way to the "city of big shoulders". This is a familiar shared experience for Americans. Though if I had chosen to respond merely to this theme the significance of the novel would be lessened.

Throughout Sontag's work the theme of immigration is woven into the transformation of character, supported by environment and experience, rather than relying on it in a tautological fashion. After my reading I considered beginning this piece by writing: " It would be fair to say we are all immigrants in a world that exists as much in the imagination as it does in reality. We remain so because we are continually displaced by the flux of change in a moment of personal needs and motives."

As a point of departure Sontag developed a female character inspired by a real life counterpart, the greatest Polish actress of that day. Helena Modjeska left the European stage, and after a less than successful attempt at communal homesteading, returns to the stage becoming the most legendary American actress of the late 18th cen. The most notable of Shakespeareans, greater perhaps than the well known Edwin Booth, who plays along through the last chapter of the novel.

The immigration Sontag conceives is a reaffirmation of actual identity after its own self willed dissolution, a quest for inviolable individuality, that is shaken and rediscovered in a new environment, a reality that is adapted to rather than controlled. It is in this sense that " IN AMERICA" (winner of the 2004 National Book Award) is one of the great feminist novels of recent time. The emerging contemporary women possessing as self a deeper motive for all that social change represents. A masterpiece of writing , attaining to what modern authors have striven toward for the past 200 yrs.

One Corner Upward

When rising,towering white clouds

from far-off in the sky

come my way:

from a height where my without lives are small

I'm simply un-reminded, a simple grace they share.


I'm simply unreminded

of hurrying

and worrying away:

a place for every picture in the endless sky,

a place for anything so different

my heart can't understand,

flown one corner upward from the line.



We won't hardly stop to wonder,

why it took so long

I'm reminded

it's so natural here, to be your friend and lover.

I'm simply reminded of the picture that we meet in

when we turn along the upward corner.


In the cause of it

we can dissappear

and reappear,

touch down,dance again

walk upon these bridges

touch down, it all made sense again

I'm reminded

I'm simply reminded

by turning the upward corner.

Any Drop of Rain

It's trying to rain

on our world,

always takes me by surprise


Reaching up,

earth appears

closer now,

than sky.


Been falling, falling,

falling now,

takes me by surprise,

crying out my name - arriving.


Any drop of rain like this,

settled to the dust,

has breathed me,

smiled me,

unafraid to touch.


Any drop of rain like this,

wetting down the highway

has looked for me,

spoke with me,

loved, said goodbye.


Words for what remains

draw out present time,

as if all would disappear,

unable to express

all this trying to rain.

Eveyone's wings

Read between the lines

bring to mind...what words obscure

as they attempt...to contain the inner state.

the power of certain words is unmistakable

the power of certain words in what truly transpires

is unmistakable. They move us along.

We are in motion

we move toward certainty

whether we know or not

one cannot live in empty words indefinitely

they simply do not carry one along

only fall away, can't keep up with what you've become

one taste of native tongue will make you feel

how alive you are also. as alive and unmistakable

as song, enables flight........

The Return of Uncle Ho'

"My children, I've missed most of you very much." Ho' chow-mein


From time to time my efforts at being a Web-rolutionary take extreme form. This is one example of 'opps!,my bad,chic-a-boom,don't ya know! I dedicate it to the end of human ignorance, including my own.


-Double-mint Fun-


"O' my sweet poli' you look so fine-momma

wanna play twister with bubba an me

an' the boys in the wings,

on the steps, how-bout it-----

We'll cut you up some meat."



Good ol'boy Goofy

sights the backstairs,

where we should find Poli' in esterous.

"She wants it so bad

an we shouldn't deny her

our patri-fornicular creme'-inal attentions."


Bastards,Orphans of Circumstance,and Swine,

together they dine, 'oink-oink, oink-oink-oink'

pretend to divine,define,combine

profound mysogony.


The sick-fucking retards / advance the decline

while under the table the blow-jobs are fine

each candy-cock baby (portfolios not lacking)

'Grin' " the problem we make is opposed to solution."

and even sodomy shudders.


"O' my sweet Poli' , you look so fine momma

wanna play twister with bubba an me

an' the boys in the wings,

on the steps, how-bout it.

We'll cut you up some meat."


"We've invented the perfect

dog-dick solution,

a permanent check on Ir-revolution.

Now strapped to the bed

we can call you the whore

who asked for the man-hood of open-end war."


"Where for Bonein' and Bangin'

conscience forbidden

by cron-eske- bolongies

convicted we are,

'who cares' (in unlikely event of election)

be inspired by our grand "in-sir" erection.

If it please your orfical liberty's candor

we hope you'll conform to our

new double-standard."

Tales: Part II, responce to comments.

Responce to comments by Jas P. look for Spulgenine (his blog) at Google.com

An excerpt:

Jas P. said...
"Thought-provoking stuff. You're right about the use of analogy to describe problems and suggest solutions--it communicates in a way nothing else does, and engages the imagination. Can anyone deny that our failure to figure out health care is a failure of imagination?And a failure of political will, of course. It's going to take a real dismantling of conventional wisdom and cliches to make a dent in this problem. Someone's going to have to frame the debate in a new way that can compete, sound-bite-wise, on the 24-hour news cycle. All the GOP has to do is trot out the phrase "socialized medicine" and it galvanizes their reactionary base.You're looking at this in a much bigger way than what I've just described. The idea that we could get traction on a global scale when we can't do it domestically seems crazy, but maybe crazy is just what the doctor ordered. "
April 8, 2007 9:23 AM


Dear Jim, my first response to the idea of a human-oriented health care head space, shares with you a similar focus on Individual empowerment, Humanitarian concern and moving the issue to a very different arena of public attention. A new dialogue might begin like this. Here is a question, (what would the response be?) if taxpayers were asked what percentage of total personal tax they would target to a national health care system if this in no way changed the amount they paid. After this first question they then were asked , if you could target any amount up to 50% , how much would you allocate?

Answers to these inquires might suggest two things: the general overall disposition toward health care as a community rather than an ideological issue, and then indicate the value individual rights should have outside the restraining control of majority politics.

Follow this with a third question, if poverty definitions were properly raised to account for cost of living variances and a wider share of specific, personal (quality of life) standard deductions: how many would agree to a flat 20% tax rate(of which 50% could be personally ear-marked), how many would think this to be a good move in general policy?

Answers may suggest (as I believe) that our representative democracy needs the reform and updating now becoming possible at "Information Age" levels. It would represent a balance factor, setting a control and limits on any agenda of current majority interest, and lessen polarization of our social politic imposed by the varying ideals of social altruism which exist in our rights community as a whole. In addition to suggested (purse string) representational changes if individuals could target 100% of contributions above post-tax income to their legally accepted legislative programs, interest collectives at any income level could fully represent themselves on a voluntary basis with real fiscal limits. Give and take on all social fronts, a compromise of free and fair, could and should be an issue of individual cooperation and empowerment within our community sphere.

In as much as Darwinian concepts cannot fully explain social altruism's role in the emergence of a human specie dominated environment, and cannot begin to explain the existence of non-survival related cultural elements; few social scientists would deny that by hook or crook "Altruism" represents the best hope for such continuation. "Winner take all" morality is not sufficient to explain the existence of our rights community. We should no longer accept such an ethic as the reward for imposed political emminance in the way our government functions.

I can't help but chuckling when I think of what "Free Tax Assistance" could be in the future when it becomes a matter of mobilizing political resources. We could look on April 15th as expectently as Nov. 7th, when we hear the general proclaimation " The people have spoken, taken us down a notch, reminding us that though we've been elected for assumed capabilities we are and remain public servants.".

I need to continue at a later time on the intricacies of 'universal health care' if and when I find the time (sorry to proactively digress) after I guide the IRS later this week!

Scotland
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More Tales From the Crypt...

What if ? our present health care system was a patient, a patient that had just been rushed by ambulance to the emergency room of a hospital where we were the staff on duty. Simultaneously (without a second thought) we would stabilize the patient, treat immediately observable condition/symptoms and their possible complications, accurately identify/diagnose the cause(s) , then provide the most suitable, non-invasive complete therapy and follow up care. Of course, we would also cross our fingers.

On the other hand we could say "Sorry", turn out the lights and keep an eye open for customers that are not a fiscal liability. Current general thought now takes it for granted that some human rights are god given (life, liberty,the pursuit of happiness), but in practice this notion is historically incorrect. It has only been a matter of several centuries that the greater mass of humanity has been viewed and treated in terms of the "individual" rather than a category.

This "New" idea of human rights (a body of evolving philosophic concepts) has been embraced by a recent, still forming collective community of individuals. Even so, in present light the "the right to health care" has the position of being a very radical position by most standards. However, as we now regulate the practice of medicine by licensing, and a massive bulwark of legal /judicial control, we have created a situation of limited access to the practice of medicine by individuals for themselves and others as they see fit to consent to.

This is a prudent overseeing of qualitative standards, but it is a denial of access to those who for any reason cannot partake in the benefits of such regulation. And this represents an unfair reward to a preferred group within the rights community. A strong bottom line position holds fast to the principle that if a "rights" system creates a problem, either the system itself or the way it is applied or both, must be changed.

Analogies are not as direct as real arguments, yet I was completely serious about the approach taken in the first paragraph of this opinion. It is a general prescription for immediately dealing with these issues. I'm enough of an optimist to believe in the possibility that this issue can be thoughtfully, openly debated, that timely equitable solutions be found, and at the end of the day we will be able to say 'we did a good thing, it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

To this I would add a second analogy: Imagine what would have to be added to our present health care system if we were to immediately expand and implement it on a global scale. Talk about gearing up for a major offensive involving every aspect of health care, a real humdinger, No? . With this in mind it is perhaps easier to see that in reality our own national interest is a much more workable model of this same exercise. The realities of our present system show not only great progress toward where we could/should be as a community. It also suggest that the give and take required of all to make fair changes is more closely within our means. A hop-skip-and-jump away when compared to taking the world burden to our shoulders, even though that would be of greater merit.

In closing, I would also suggest that it may be of use to consider some of the methods we would need to adopt if we were to seriously treat the world , and implement these when we look for and choose long term solutions to health care and accessibility problems in our own sphere of affairs.

Tripping Over Starlight In the Dark

I hope readers found some enjoyment in my last post. Whether it was read as fact or fiction it can be adjudged as representative of an intense individual, pathological response to perceived reality. Why pathological? my answer to this question considers ethical contradictions by juxtaposing the idea of the "pencil experiment" with and while being aware of the "Don't touch the wheel" advisory, which strips impunity from any such action.

The pencil trick proceeds on the premise of a mechanical cause/effect relationship between manipulating any material element and an irresistible permanent altering of Universal Reality. It is impossible to avoid a valid comparison of this with any other consciously directed individual action, where a result (predictable or not) is expected. Though it seems there is a great proportional difference in the sphere of influence intended by these two cases, the truth or illusory nature of either is a question of the physics of consciousness expressed through material forms. Causal constants, however distant and temporary are sought and relied upon in the same way navigators once charted geographic position, viewing light received from astral emissions which had been traveling for eons; a perceptual differential, illusory yes, yet still having an essential utility that can be said to have greatly effected world history.

My interpretation of the caveat "Don't touch the wheel" has several distinct levels of significance. I only wish to consider one at this writing. This level of reason accepts the general notion that reality has its own unified mechanical laws, which are no more or less complex than they actually are and evolve to be. It accepts that consciousness exists in a progressive variety of subjective states represented by material conditions which have original consciousness as the starting point and extension of this
out growth. As the ego sentience of this also evolves and wishes to create its own condition(s), it by its own distinct seemingly separate nature finds itself to be at some odds with the in which universal reality transpires. My hit is that the 'wheel edict" (the Great Wheel) stipulates/suggests that motion of the unified field has a natural direction and that in fact must turn itself in accordance with the laws which accept the energy to do so. Actively, the efficiency and propriety of ego sentience must be of only a certain quality to be an acceptable motivating energy toward this top-drawer end. It amounts to being and becoming what we really are,the greatest ongoing challenge of discreet liberated individual spiritual participation on a universal scale, a self guiding constantly interactive principle.

Life on the wheel can be a darkness of subjective hells ,complicated by our positioning sense of ego identification as we become non-contributing slaves; or it can be a perfect congress of amazing supra-mechanical play, which causes intrinsic patterning to naturally evolve. In my final analysis, it is not the outward form of perceived actions that can be judged of greatest merit, but the inner spiritual performance (which is beyond judgement).

My Advice:"Don't touch the Great Wheel." If you are going to pick up the pencil, move our hand in a perfect fashion,and lay it to rest the same way. It is our natural right to be the wheel itself.

"Come see me sometime: Oh' how nice,you came so soon.", amazing,considering how long it has taken us to come this far!

Something worth being arrested for:

Like a character out of a Whole Earth Catalogue serialized story , I have the strangest feeling that these days my story is being read as I live out its reality. I 'm left wondering when someone will finally call the authorities, and that before I'm able to transport to the astral realms, a cat in a black Kevlar vest grabs my medicine bag and says "make my day" . I was advised at one time "Don't touch the wheel" , this was after I realized that it was possible to control the ' Universe' while twirling a pencil in my hand. Well, 'the wheels are broken and the axle's draggin' and I'm looking very seriously at the pencil box again. Assuming that only the present moment can be directed, is a little delicate and scary considering that any mistakes made cannot be undone. All you can do is roll out the ball of play-dough and try again. I'm not going down with out a fight so all you god-dammed assholes out there, 'Let's Play'

A trickle of Schmaltz

Once upon a time, there was a leprechaun named Abe?. I got a good laugh this weekend when I sat down Sunday evening with my nine year old son ,taking a look at his school work of the past week. He seemed excited, taking out the folder himself, then pulling out a story he had written (in not half bad cursive) which had our favorite Celtic anomaly as a leaping off point. It didn't take me long to recognize that all the characters had names of familiar classmates who had earned a place in the tale by their virtue or lack off such. My adult brain immediately envied what I haven't done for a long time,which is,to lord over a scathing parody of a world I completely controlled the destiny of. Actually this isn't very high up on my list, but my envy was real. In the question and answer to follow I learned that most if not all of the kids had done something similar and had even haggled with each other to be portrayed in this way or not using' literary retaliation ' as a common bargaining chip. If the stakes had been any higher who knows how many parents and administrators would have become involved. Well, they all lived as dysfunctional as ever, after.