Monday, September 5, 2016

The Middle Labor Day Way

4/28:
Feeling funny-fuzzy, partially incontinent, and cold and grey like the weather here in Buffalo today like a regional stereotype and a bad joke.  Emotionally and spiritually fatigued as I am, out-looking positive, and just overwhelmed that everything’s switching off-and-on, as it were, from contentment to desire, from life to death, instead of following the so-called ‘middle-way’.  [Am-bee-ants ambience]  A macabre double-header of wakes where heads are removed and necks are joined and buried as one bitorsoed body like a grisly palindrome in desecrated semiotic decay.  Diabolic efficiency!  But it’s important to be grateful to-for others who put ease in footsteps and add beauty to what could be considered obscene (by perspective) in a dark night of the soul – a metaphysical blindness that constitutes melancholy.  Burping, smoking, with crude physiology, a brick shithouse backhand slapping, desk charging, taboo living, ‘do you wanna get high?’ Smokin’ joints with the old Weezers on their way to wakefulness, back into Barb’s bag with the failure of twisted words to manifest in the moments I remain (thankfully) unawares, oblivious to academic threes, dream quadrants, and holy pentagrams!  I’m confused, aimless, drifting to Tudor drafts, barging in on conversations about Bethlehem steel and Love Canal, chasing a delirious shake with financial pity for the suffering shark.  (Who has time for real friends?)  The madness of science for earning, efficiency, and mechanism solely, when in reality we are all connected in a unified field where we all suffer for the likes of the sadistic separatists who pulverize their human remains for the pulse of entrails and think they can privatize gas emissions and watershed pollutants as they run off to lonely islands with obvious disdain for environment and neighborhoods.  The nerve of superiority!  Atlas shrugs as Oklahoma earthquakes are becoming more seismic with the waste water of hydraulic fracturing.  Industrious savages!  Too drunk to be funny, but jest sober enough to hammer bass. The desire to lay my lips on something sweet overwhelms as I drink potions...

6/18:
Deep Economy: Erin, care of Canada via Peru, at Taza where all worries dissipate into cooperativeness, where it’s popular to be unpopular, because cliques exist past high school, cast your vote where you spend your money.  Cuomo must drink a lot of coffee!  Andrew Cu-omo, that copper (Cu) homo (Nid) has no idea how to live, only how to die; tool, running the devil machine that should be called New Amsterdam if he were doing it better.  Instead the Guido leader of the legal mafia in blue that kills blacks and supports the proletariat hierarchy that was supposed to have been abolished in 1776, “governs”.  If I could put a fork in the blacktopped road I’d create a metaphor that stands for divergence with a little flag that isn’t resembling a Union Jack.  Such is the vicious nature of interconnectedness, and the further we expand the net, web, or globalized economic culture, the more difficult it is to remove the black tar that represents corporate greed, plutocracy and profit; and the heroin that represents psychic removal, black markets, impurity, and incarceration.  The glutinous ‘bigger is better’ mega-list philosophy is further and further removed from reality like an autistic automaton, a manufacturer of the mechanistic, or a proponent of wasteful hastiness.  [Eyeball; I balk.]  Doors off his Tracker, child in the back seat, blasting bachata; must be a terrorist!. What is socially unjustifiable anymore?  Life around a card table full of cheaters, meaningless microcosm, synecdoche of a game, wet 2D symbolism, 3D projection of a 4D world, becoming between destiny and history...

0511Reflection

Choosing my words more carefully, the power in My hands?  Not without discipline, exercise, and stretching?  So the power is in my hands?  That’s a lot of pressure.  Take it back, my libido.  Should I open this up?  Should I open my self? Am I up to scrutiny?  So many questions when you can’t sleep.  There was an outline…
                I really appreciate her present (however abstract) presence. I appreciate her being.  I want to give her body stuff ha-ha.  There will be one day when the laughs will all be mine!  And the horde of laughter (the tour group from the group home) will laugh for the last time!  My competition in abstraction salutes the smashing sun.  I really love her so my!  Oh my! So much!  Forever never-never forever, but on and on into infinity and maybe even eternity instead or also?  What backwards rides everything?  Artificial intelligence shoves gnomes up yoga pants victims near vain, conceited mirrors, a real clockwork horrorshow!  The lost art of fucking-people-over is really lost on her, as I believe in her foot, thankfully, and gratefully I believe and in the flesh, my spirit, Jesus, my Lord, the debt I will owe will be too great!  Two pennies fare o’er sticks!  (Styx) Fuck it, let’s sail!  Frankenstein’s promethean wide-world worldwide getaway-from-revenge scheme against his own spirit made reanimated flesh, another freak unable to find love for the reason that his God was a real son-of-a-bitch. 
My intelligence; my phoniness; the reason I like to party is man is made of mostly water, and while some of us barely know ourselves, I remember that it’s water that carries that charge and alcohol that keeps that liquid spark alive!  If nature has taught me anything; flow.  The difference between having and not having is not so different if you have any imagination, but obsessions, fetishes, and attachments draw me to things like the negative pole of an evil magnet, the one that took your chunky digit on the last day you forgot to skip for not the streets, but for corporate credit, corporeal currency, and bodily Beelzebub.  “Are you proud of yourself?”
The past that pursues a person, like a clown to whatever ‘it’ is or a fool like a dog to its own vomit, what can Solomon do but preach and rule knowing his conviction and the ring he laid down at her feet with supreme deference? I’m a rat by comparison to you, so merciful, so kind…I put pressure on myself to compare…
Later that day:  Jamie’s telling me about Paul Walker de Asheville’s Quatro de Cinco taco ride and bicycle detailing; decal yellow. “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” reads my Red King mug.  Little links in the chain cipher decipher, interpret, and fantasize. The early dog gets the pet? The police dog fetches the stray bullet, canine olfactory evidence; C.O.E. (Hapax L. v. 6th Amendment).  Beautiful molting bug, hanging from my light fixture, will you become as a delicate jewel encased in amberMosquito’s proboscis! The colored (red) guy can barely maneuver the benches or close his dilapidated car’s door!  He may be a member of the mobile homeless.  [Rancheros on Niagara, near the gas station, formerly Rascals (directions to a native Buffalonian)]

Still later that day: At Armory restaurant for the first time to eat food…a disorganized noontime scene, Italian restaurant, is it too late for lasagna? Never (IMO)! Harbison Bros. Appenheimer Ave. (East side) -> L.B.’s urban farm (also East side) where we’re potentially going to grow mushrooms out of logs.  In the interim I’ll figure out a system for pasteurizing straw.  Will need thermometer, siphon (move it), have 55-gallon basket materialized (do I need it?), tub, and weed-whacker for chopping straw into finer pieces.  Tomorrow, try hose-water + siphon system for soaking coffee-oyster blocks (where dehydration seems to be a problem (too many coffee exudites? (didn’t need siphon (amethyst enough to tip)))) Asheville next week, Antonia should be counted upon because she’s great (and I think I love her, (but only fools rush in (as They say (fuckin’ cabal)))).  Butterflies anyway…And turtles all the way down…And the Bruce is loose.

Chickenshit Sailor

What I wrote when I woke up from a dream on 4/11:

At mall with mom, she was talking about a new air conditioning unit for the house and then something Hillary/Bill related when I snapped at her to ‘stop talking’ whereupon I lost her and I started thinking about my ride home. I didn’t feel bad about it. Some other lady offered me a ride and I declined.  Then when I went to call and apologize, my dad picked up and 4 dogs ran out and I was yelling to get them back when something happened where almost everyone went blind with bloody eye sockets.  One dog ran back and was eating its own eyeball on a string calmly.  Apparently there was some new device that everyone wanted that made this happen.  I think of Japan, (the book Hiroshima).

Later I’m driving with 3 people, 2 friends from Colorado - Jen and Andy, the driver I don’t know, someone Arabic?  He’s texting and driving through a crosswalk, narrowly missing 2 (people) then crashes.  I’m perfectly fine, but my two friends flew and were implanted head-first and were completely rigid, Jen into a tree, and Andrew into a dartboard.  The driver I’m mad at for killing them, but he’s a got such a badly broken leg that I don’t chase him too far.  I call 911, but suddenly it’s like he crashed into a hospital, but nobody is really responding to the carnage.  Danielle calls and I try to get emotional, but my sobs sound ridiculous, so I stop and get up, but I start taking someone else’s bag by mistake and I apologize and he starts talking about not doing the regeneration therapy.  Then Rob shows up and he thinks the whole thing’s kind of funny for some reason and so does Amanda, so I get over it and try to take some pictures.
@0855 (8:55 a.m.)

Thermonuclear Holocaustic
Unable to eat shit fast enough, he pulled out all her entrails and kept feasting on her intestines, liver, and keys to her heart.  Tool and die?  I just want to get some sleep or unlock my mind so that I can wrap it around doing the little things that should be done and need doing, needn’t they?

Then on 4/24:

Haven’t been writing since dog Revelations, there has been more room for adventure and sleep. 4/18 found me flying to Mississippi, Gulfport (Biloxi), 0600 flight, after a 4/17 Ghost B.C. concert at Rapid’s Theatre in Niagara Falls.  I just made my flight with minutes to spare.  Spent the night of 4/18 in Nashville, TN, where we (dad and I) ate at the Stillery, then went out for beer and music at Tootsie’s where there were 3 stages and a packed house Monday. 4/20 and post have been kind of a blur,… went to Mutoid Man that night (Weds.) with Kris, Matt P., Jeff, then met up with Antonia, and after the show with her friend Alicia for blunt & joint & beer.  The haze…Thurzdaze…degeneration…Danielle!  So that’s the day we got coffee & beer, talked about (let’s face it) her-Story, where she’s going, what she’s doing, her relationships, her problems & solutions…(I’m being slightly sarcastic here…not all that one-sided).  Talked to Amanda & got my work for Friday…Friday I went to work with Chris (the Greek), Luke, and Sue, on Earth Day, her birthday. We put up and cut drywall (sheet-rock), ate Imperial pizza, and were impressed by the South Buffalo Princess, Queen of her kind, Amanda Mark E. Mark Randle O’Witzy, prince of scandals, schemes, and hullabulloos!  (See brouhahae)
@0353 (3:53 a.m.)

It seems that there’s so much evil in the world that there’s little left to have faith in. Without being skeptical, let me practice my aseptic technique and judge every source of contamination with a blind eye.  Mothers of cathair!  Noqueens, just queers, and righteous queers whom in their righteousness are…different.  Feats of Renaissance men seem insurmountable.  DaVinci’s lore!  Is there anything that man didn’t try? Not Kabbaalism?! Kabaaloom!  Possessing evil weaves, woven evils, not goods, discord amongst men.  The stuff of bloodletting, revenge, and every form of torment hangs from an evil tree, hanging from a noose of discord, hung like a horse of the apocalypse (defeated by the forces of EVIL! HA-HA).  All the vile dirt of dandies destined for a swimming hole, pool of lust and despair, drowned many a man off the coast of Costa Rica in the shit riptide. Pacific, Mariana, Hawaii; what the hell is wrong with me?  Skeptics everywhere agree with everything.  Found without fault by the scrutinizers? Jesus, judge not, and allow me to command forces outside the control of the masses, the common people, or the hoi polloi. Proletarian proselytizers?  Literally sylvan, energy amber, and scale unobtainable. More words count less. The Tao is deep within, the ching, let it out, change already! Like an irate motorist, mad about other motorist’s on i-technology; he waves his wings and catches flies like the missing link.  Like a lunatic late for work, hung over off the full moon, when a robot hung over the intersection of Delavan and Delaware changed from red to green mellow yellow crashed into t-bone traffic.  Ass of a tranny!  Class of a tyrant!  Past of a clown!
@0442 (4:42 a.m.)

Tao Forty-Six
When the Tao is present in the universe,
The horses haul manure.
When the Tao is absent from the universe,
War horses are bred outside the city.
There is no greater sin than desire,
No greater curse than discontent,
No greater misfortune than wanting something for oneself.
Therefore he who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.


0624 (6:24 a.m.) on 4/29/16.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Incubate Non-Nugatory Lacunae with Eschatological Velleity

Achintya Bheda Abheda: inconceivable oneness and difference.
Tattva: thatness, principle, reality, or truth.
Tat tvam asi: thou art that.
Particle Decay: the spontaneous process of one elementary particle transforming into other elementary particles.
Quantum Mechanical Isotropy: When a spinless particle or unpolarized spinning particle decays, the resulting decay distribution must be isotropic in the restframe of the decaying particle regardless of the detailed physics of the decay.
Animism: belief that natural physical entities possess a spiritual essence.
Molecular Gastronomy: “I think it is a sad reflection on our civilization that while we can and do measure the temperature in the atmosphere of Venus we do not know what goes on inside our souffles” Kurti, Nicholas.
Eschatological: of or relating to the end of the world or the events associated with it in religious expectation.
Nugatory: inconsequential, worthless, having no force: inoperative.
Septentrional: of the north.
Sartorial: of or relating to a tailor or tailored clothes.
Schadenfreude: joy at others’ misfortunes.

Pray for me Pope Francis.  Every moral theatric will go down in histrionics.  Trusting in the almighty fire of truth to purge the lies while trusting in the almighty fire of youth to hypersexualize.  Constant quick fixes wrench my mechanics.  The city itself is an attempt by man to arrest motion by placing natural resources in geometric array over natural resources in organic array.  The architectural superego that can say ‘no’ to the season’s natural progression is among civilization’s discontented monads.  An exploration of the universe where life itself rotates, vibrates, and translates at a rate slow enough to arrest so society is able to question, calculate, and judge a more exact precision characteristic of happenstance.  When man learns to teleport, will he remember how to astral project?  When man learns to telekinese, will he think to lift a finger?  When man learned to telephone, did he begin to communicate more effectively?  When man learned to televise, did he begin to project reality?  Phony.

Monad: an indivisible, impenetrable unit of substance viewed as the basic constituent element of physical reality (see Leibniz).
Velleity: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

Habitual routine: People say they find comfort in routine.  Whether it be a physical, chemical, biological, or psychological routine, the comfort derives from a feeling of safety and security in the known norm and a feeling of what they imagine would be distress and helplessness in the exploration of unknown territories (you can’t spell territory without terror and you can’t imperialize without shaking a stick).  Stemming from a memory of feeling uncomfortable or out-of-place in a certain social situation when the thought occurred of gay expectations, but feeling grumpy instead, had no friend confederate.  When the spirit of competition pall bore passive aggressiveness into vivid detail, introversion out of the closet, we be dancin’ the eschatological Schadenfreude boogie!

Hapax legomenon: a term of which only one instance of use is recorded.

Timelessness in infinite detail, it’s time to debate infinity!  With many languages, many colors, much beauty and diversity, our generation was encouraged to explore diversity in all its multifacetedness.  In America, knowing that racial diversity correlates with socioeconomic diversity and certain plights and struggles that go along with each, (the problems of seperatetogetherness), one can either choose to take on one’s own problems isolated and alone, or take on the work of fellow-man.  Would to be such a leap to recognize one’s own problems as they relate with fellow-man’s?  Who wishes to multiply problems?  Math teachers!  (Their problem is giving problems that are self-recursive.)  It is generally recognized in and around the neighborhood that there are progressively more rules and not less more- progressive rules.  There can only be so many laws before criminality is unenforceable without elimination of the laws, the law enforcers, or those whom the law is enforced upon (little Jesus’). There are law makers and law enforcers who don’t necessarily live in or identify with the neighborhood wherein many laws are enforced and therefore lack a certain understanding toward the problems that tend to arise in that microcosm of people who lack the ability to employ their own creative solutions.  Creative enforcement stands diametrically opposed to enforcing creativity (say, in our schools).  The former involves crime and punishment and the latter art and therapy.  That is not to say that certain acts should not be punishable (that would be limiting the freedoms of community Marquis du Sadists and Sach-Masochists) it’s that human law (the laws of man) should not be applied universally wherein Team America, World Police enforces the gentrification of municipalities. 
“There would be no danger of atomic war if advances in history, the science of right and of state, philosophy, psychology, literature, art, etc. were are great as in physics, but instead of such progress, one is struck by significant regress in many of the spiritual sciences” Godel, Kurt.
Manichaean:      1) a believer in a syncretistic religious dualism originating in Persia in the 3rd century AD and teaching the release of the spirit from matter through asceticism.
                                2) a believer in religious or philosophical dualism.
Syncretism:        1) the combination of different forms of belief or practice.
                                2) the fusion of two or more originally different inflectional forms.
Theodicy: defense of God’s goodness and omnipotence in view of the existence of evil (see Leibniz, Gottfried).
Non liquet: it is not clear.
Bruno, Giordano (1584) Everett, Hugh (1957) : Many worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics.
Logical positivism or verificationism: empiricism + mathematical logic and linguistics so that scientific statements could be conclusively proven true or false.
Phenomenalism: belief that physical objects cannot justifiably be said to exist in themselves, but only as perceptual phenomena or sensory stimuli situated in time and space, reduces talk to “bundles of sense-data”
Instrumentalism: belief that scientific theory is a useful instrument in understanding the world.

ATP’s GOING TO LAUNCH ITSELF INTO a P-LOOP CONSENSUS SEQUENCE!!!
Restriction enzymes reduce pKa with metal on your slide, Mg++ charge repulsion, different modes, alternative configurations, divalent being generic, follows the substrate around, ATP-MG++ outside the enzyme affinity constant, 0.1mM (in the millimolar range), hyperbolic dissociation, you can consider that attached to Magnesium present in high concentrations, (relevant concentrations), neutralizes the negative nucleotide cationic pocket conformation, but this does cause the enzyme to be molded to the template cyclic structure magnesium-ATP complex, not just phosphate, an octahedral complex, okay, so it’s not only an appendage-molecule-protein, it works in states, bound and not, ATP+AMP changes significantly, same structure, phosphate interacting with this loop, pulls along this lid-flap that settles down and triggers the domain to close down using gamma phosphate position extended out of ATP for the next substrate, binding of that second substrate will cause additional conformational changes that will prevent water from binding to that site, as soon as water catches that, game’s over, triggered by the binding-conformational change when it’s finished, catalysis by approximation, hiding them from water, first slide, review these concepts, covalent catalysis, general acid-base, chymotrypsin for you, doesn’t get used in the mechanism, just make sure you look at this list, we’re done with enzymes.
Carbohydrates hit the backseat, proteins and nucleic acids dominate research, elusive, elaborate, more difficult to study, synthesize, or isolate these things which can be complicated, monosaccharides, polymers, oligomers, pattern of carbon and water with some number ‘n’, sugar is an oxidant energy source, ribose, deoxyribose… Relevant diseases on cell surfaces, viruses invading your body, boring textbook stuff, start with very basic and move from there, only three trioses, enantiomers or each other, ketone, always hydroxylated, Fisher projections to draw this, vertical line is the carbon chain, /=O ketone in this position, dihydroacetone ketose carbohydrate suffix, alternative to this aldehyde’s stereogenic center glyceraldehyde, L+D configurations, capital D.

Oyer and terminer: to hear and determine.
Dido: a foolish or mischievous act; something frivolous or showy.
Daltonism: color-blindness (see Dalton, John).
Quantum homeopathy?  See LSD (life), VX (death).
Lacuna: a blank space or a mission part.
Parson: rector, clergyman
Munchausen Syndrome: a psychiatric factitious disorder wherein those affected feign disease, illness, or psychological trauma to draw attention or sympathy to themselves.
Munchausen by proxy: caregiver deliberately exaggerates health problems in those who are in their care.
Apodosis: the main clause of a condition statement.

Apodictic: expressing the nature of necessary truth or absolute certainty.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Drugs, Donald Trump, and Promiscuity

4 am on a Thursday (3/3/16), a conversation, with “Stan”:

Stan: Yo, what a more badass song than this?

Me:  Do you want to tell me what you meant by not taking sides?  I imagine what you meant was that you wound up at the Pink at some point if you’re home at 4 o’clock.  I could track your night backwards through that! Did you get the bottle of vodka?

Stan: It’s in my trunk.  You’re in my shit. It’s there. You got that.

Me: I would have put money on that too, alright, 2 for 2.

Stan: My biggest shit mistake is that Iraina my lover is really… not my lover, my interest, she’s with like 4 other dudes.

Me: Well, so are you, so, to be fair…

Stan: You’re right, we’re perfect for each other…people like that it’s all lined up!

Me: More like strung out, but…

Stan: Well shit, we’re both like professionals strung out and we know what we wanna do but we’re distracted by other shit that people wanna get us to do.  We see the advantageous aspects of the…and try to make reasoning behind being um…there’s really no reason, we gotta just deal with yus. But look, I push you, I should push you tonight too.

Me: Tonight?

Stan: Yeah.

Me: Like this morning?

Stan: I got 2 people that wanna buy mushrooms, I got one person who wants to open up a warehouse space, I got one person who wants to um do Molly, but I don’t think you could get that for ‘em. Separate person.

Me: Oh, I mean, anything’s possible.

Stan: Yeah, but I tell the man I don’t fuck with that, he’s like, ‘yeh, if you come across it’

Me: I think that dude Brian from Monday had some, so conceivably…

Stan: Conceivably, yeah…I mean, conceivably talk to him about natural/unnatural things to do, he wants Molly.

Me: Yeah, well, you just have to make sure that it’s sourced well.  I was talking about that with Caitlin yesterday, the fact that people, like, criticizing Shawn and I was kind of criticizing her because knowing her past too, but like, people don’t take into consideration that that shit’s made with like gasoline and other solvents and if those things aren’t all removed properly, like you’re basically getting lead (Pb) in solvents straight to your brain, like every time you do that shit, unless it’s actually like high-quality shit, like that movie “Blow”? Those guys are doing a favor for American coke-users…until he was shut-down, but most of the other shit that’s brought into this country is like way lower quality standards, you know what I mean, so it’s just like, it fucks with people’s heads permanently. And I think I had that experience once with Molly where I got some shit at a concert and I was not only fucked up that night, but fucked up for a long time after that where I could feel kind of like the residual effects of that, and…(song ends (beach rock)) another reason I didn’t pursue that course of work.
                And another reason why I wanted to get into my own version of drug-production was because that was always my perspective of drugs being a social ill was that most of the stuff people use, they’ll use anyway, but it’s ‘dirty,’ and the fact that it’s ‘dirty’ means you’re going to have a bunch of people that are fucked in the head permanently because they’re taking some dirty shit and not something that would actually be like a cool experience and not that damaging (“Right”) if it’s done well.

Stan: Yeah, with someone, in the right environment. 
                I did something cool today, um, I confronted a guy, big, who I had a bad experience with about how he acted the last time I saw him, George, the last time I saw him, how he acted out.  He acted like an asshole…I didn’t bring it up to him like that initially, I told him, like, he came up to approach me and …long story short, it turned out good, in a good way, because there was good communication.  He didn’t recognize what happened.

Me:  Well, who was drunker?  Because usually when two people think one or the other is an asshole…

Stan: I straight up told him that I thought he was an asshole, and was like, ‘the last time I talked to you, you were an asshole.’ And I’m like, ‘but wait, let me tell you this.  I’m telling you this because I care about you.  Because I know that I ran into you and things were not going right and you…’ because I think the first thing he asked me was, ‘oh how are things going for you dude?’  But he didn’t even say that, he was like, ‘hey, I know you’ and I said, ‘how are things going with you?’ And he’s like,’ oh bla-bla-bla-bla, I’m doing this-this-this-this.’ And he asked, ‘oh, what about you?’ ‘The last time I ran into you, you were an asshole, but I’m telling you this because I care about you.’  And I broke it down really, really, really terse, but I kinda got … because he really did… you know J.R. from Toronto? Last time she was in here, he tried to act like a dick, he was like ‘don’t trust this man, he’s a Communist!’ to me, like, and, shit, and he started doing other shit, acting like an asshole, so I pushed him away, I didn’t even hurt him, I kept him in the Jim’s Steakout door while she got the cab…anyway.

Me: What’s his economic system?

Stan: He doesn’t have one.  He’s an artist.

Me: So he’s a Communist.

Stan: He’s a Communist.

Me: So, right off that bat he’s accusing you of something that’s hypocritical.

Stan: Yes. And look, maybe back at 16 I might have been a Communist, but right now, I’m pretty hardcore Capitalist, maybe, not Libertarian.  I’m thinking about voting for Donald Trump now that he won over Hillary Clinton.  We can’t have a Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton.

Me: No, that’s actually my fear too…

Stan: I can’t do that! I can’t do that!

Me: I think that’s weird, and I think that they try to make you choose between the lesser of two evils, and I think that that’s kind of fucked up, because…

Stan: It’s just so sporadically out-of-control that, oh my god, there’s just so much money involved and it’s way too out of control right now.

Me: Well not enough people are engaged.

Stan: No, there’s not, but it’s way too out of control for not enough people to be engaged.  I was talking to this other guy, Troubo? *belch* Eric Truder, his father ran for mayor a few months ago…damn man, like, I don’t know what to tell you, nobody wants to run for political process.  It’s a hard thing…

Me: And that’s like where…that’s where you’d want to vote for someone with more political experience, because, I don’t know, if run the country just like a Capitalist business, you’re going to maybe make the economy more efficient, but is that really the best thing for overall happiness?  You can put up statistics that make it seem like everybody’s happy because, oh – unemployment rates are low or this, this, or that number…or we’re safe.  We haven’t had a terrorist attack of a certain scale…And that’s the thing, once you’ve had an attack of a certain scale, like September 11th, and you’re like ok, well, as long as it doesn’t top that, but we have mass shootings in this country all the time where there’s 5 people down here, 10 people down here, 20 people down here, and we’re like, oh well that’s acceptable because it’s not that massive casualty statistic of September 11th, it’s something less than that, and a scale of 10 less than that, but it’s happening so frequently that you don’t even think about…

Stan: People are getting out of control, and people are trying to be scientific about it, but they’re not really doing anything about it.

Me: Well, the thing is we’ve become so separate as a society, like we’re all single individual cells and people lash out in frustration over that lack of community… If people were more organized then people would be happier, but the fear is, of the government, that if the people become more organized, you could start an army.  What if people who were touring, like the Hell’s Angels or a group like that who are probably on FBI watch-lists, but what if the band Phish, what if they’re followers were militarized? What if they all had guns and they decided ‘that’s a lot of people’ but the problem is they’re all…I’m not trying to militarize Phish, I’m just saying that something of that scale would be like…

Stan: Organized. Music. Phish. I think you’re right. I think there’s a loss in organization in communities as a whole did not sense to be a part of anything.

Me: And it’s still based on ownership and working-class and so there’s a very small group of owners and then there’s the disempowered working-class.

Stan: What does the disempowered working class do? Besides guillotine all the owners?

Me: No, I mean, they just go to work every day and their standard of living is to an extent acceptable to them and that’s enough to make them ignore everything else.  They’re like, ‘As long as I keep my head down, I keep at the grind, I’m going to be able to get ahead,’ but they’re not thinking creatively, they’re just thinking like point A point B, you know, I’m going to get from…and that’s a daily thing, daily routine…I wake up at point A, I go to work at point B, and I come home again and half the time I don’t even have a point C or D… in a lot of people’s lives.  And I’ve witnessed that first-hand.

Stan: It happens. It’s true. It’s hard to be liberal in the mindset as people describe it … when liberal, you want to be able to say, ‘yes, I can agree with your ideas that you want to have the freedoms to choose and pay the amount that you feel is right for taxes, for the local organizations, communities, but in the long run, there’s already a system in place that’s saying that these set numbers on what is and what it will cost to…

Me: I’m talking about how people spend their time, people are Conservative with their time, when they should be like ‘I’m a free person’ and they should be able to go out and do those other things without feeling overly burdened, you know, the things that people, everybody wants to do.  You know, for some people point C and D are coming home, crashing on their couch, and plugging into a videogame or watching a movie, which is a completely manufactured lifestyle at that point.

Stan: I would be coming home and eating Iraina’s pussy, but she’s not here...

Me: I’m not talking about you, I think you experience life in your own way and I respect that…

Stan: But you’re right, I keep on coming back to this neutralization of like, okay, as a community, as an organization, like ‘cause it comes down to (when I see my friend with his girlfriend, I think) do I really want a girlfriend? 

Me: You look at their relationship and you’re thinking, ‘I don’t know about that!’

Stan: Shit, man, I’ll tell you what I want, I want a girl who comes out and dances with me … If I met a girl where if she stays with me, I’m pretty sure she’d be a little skeptical of me too! But I think we’d get along, cause’ …

Me: I would have a girlfriend if I was in love with a girlfriend, but I’m not trying to force that situation.  Because frankly, I feel like I’m better off in life because I’m not burdened with a child and a marriage and all those things, which, you know, I respect the responsibilities …

Stan: I tried to give some girls that responsibility.  I tried to impregnate ‘Dot’, I came in her like 3, 4 times.

Me: Wait, she didn’t want you to?

Stan: No, she may have aborted my baby, but she never told me.

Me: You kind of have to have a conversation about that before you just start doing … shit!  You have that conversation!

Stan: I was hoping it would be an accident.  An accidental miracle.

Me: But that makes it so much worse for her because if she’s the one that doesn’t want that, she has to go through those extra steps.

Stan: She didn’t! Now she’s still single and wandering around…

Me: She probably hates men now! Because of you! She’s probably thinking now ‘I can’t have fun because I could get pregnant,’ and you’re the one that put that in her head.

Stan: I’m gonna call her up tomorrow and be like, ‘can you not have fun anymore because I wanted you to have my babies?’

Me: I mean, I’m just saying this hypothetically…

Stan: It might work out, I might be able to get her back in my life and have her babies.

Me: Yeah, well now she knows that’s where you were trying to take it.  That probably takes a while for some people to process!

Stan: I pick ‘em out, I pick ‘em out, like okay, can I picture her having my babies?  A) No. Okay, pull out, use a condom! B) Yes, maybe, alright, just shoot her up with come and see what happens!  …But she’s got money to afford that. So she had money in the first place to actually carry on that burden. So the point being she was a good choice to start with.

Me: I don’t know, even if I were in a good financial situation, as a woman (hypothetically) I think I would still seek child support for you forcing that burden on me. And that would completely fuck up your life because you’re not married to this person first, so you have no power in that situation, in that decision.  And your whole life would be fuck for at least 18 years where you would have to pay a certain amount of money and it would be a lien against you for your entire life. And you wouldn’t even have the satisfaction of being part of that child’s life if you make that decision like you’re ‘gonna shoot this girl up’ and she’s going to have your kid. She could move across the country and never see her and you’d still have to pay money!

Stan: She did go cross country.  You’re right, I should tell some girls straight, that’s what I’m gonna do, like, ‘yo’, I just want your babies,’ that I think they’re that gorgeous.

Me: You’ve got to think those things through because you’re making a very, very uninformed decision that could have consequences for everybody’s lives.

Stan:  I thought about that and I thought about how many uninformed decisions are already made and I feel like, I felt like, yes logically resubmit that they’re not logically made out, but if I don’t make those illogical reasonable, like in the certain times when these decisions are being made, like there’s a lot of people that aren’t in the world making logical decisions. And I feel like I could …

Me: I could join that?

Stan: I feel like I could join that.  I feel like that if I had a child I actually would raise it right, I think that would put my life on track.

Me: But you’re not having the child.  She’s having the child.

Stan: Yeah, but I would help, well it’s all about how she percei-, how she percei-, like how she would...

Me: You’re fucking up a year of her life where she has to carry this child to term and give birth to this child, she could have to have surgery because of that.

Stan: You have to understand if she actually wanted to have a baby, like if she were a horny yoga girl, which she was, they all are.  They all are. If they want to.  If she really wanted a baby like she really does she could just shut the fuck up and have the baby, and like, what it really comes down to is whether she’s going to be like a mutual like respective parent with me or if she’s going to charge me child support.

Me: Right, which if you don’t have an arrangement beforehand other than let’s bang without consequences and you want to make it, ‘let’s bang with consequences,’ and not communicate that to her…

Stan: Well bitches don’t know I’ve got multiple angles of attacks. That’s what this box is a fuckin’ bout.  Pay your deductibles.

Me: But your angle of attack is speaking to them in such a way that is so roundabout and haphazard that you’re not communicating to them

Stan: Yeah, it scares them.

Me: And then you’re basically lying to them or remaining silent about your true intentions, which is not a virtuous thing to be at all…

Stan: No, not with Dot, but with the new ones, yeah, the new ones, like the new ones I just don’t really, I haven’t planted a seed, no, I haven’t done that, or wrapped it up. Yeah, it’s been like that, it’s been wrapped up for a while.  But, yeah, no, there’s been a couple of situations where I let it loose like yeah very few, but, yeah, I think that’s why I say it’s a special thing, it’s not just like every willy-nilly…I’m not as promiscuous as I could sound as I am, trying, not, trying to be, but as I search and seek and look for yeah that badass bitch like I think the majority of ‘em get passed through there not really… not that they aren’t good girls, I just don’t really trust them or they don’t really come off as they know what they have.  When they don’t know what they’re doing in their own life I can’t really trust them.  If they don’t know who themselves are – know what you want…know who you are.

Me: Know who themselves are?

Stan: Know who themselves are. Know what you want, respect others…and know yourself, yeah.

Me: But you’re demanding of them something you don’t know of yourself!

Stan:  Know yourself. I think I know what I want and I know… I respect others, but I think knowing myself is something I’ve been working…I’m always changing actually.  It’s not changing, I guess I do know what I want. And you’ll say what do you want? And I’ll be like, ‘I don’t know,’ but I feel, I feel pretty confident that I know that I want to be comfortable.

Me: Well there’s middle America, they’re shrinking somehow…


Stan: Maybe Donald Trump will promote Bill Murray.  

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

The Madness Before Dreams and After

From 4/6/13 (p2):
                Old hobo logic states, ‘a bird in hand is worth two in the bush.’  A woodpecker begins pecking outside, sprinkled in are some other intermittent chirps, and the sound of a lawnmower or some other form of gas generator.  The sounds seem contiguous, however the sound of my computer fan next to my right knee is more contiguous; more or less decibel blithe.
                Oblong gears are just as easy to (al dente) tooth as circular gears, but overbite like inbred kissers to cogs in universal ellipsoidal spotlight…
                What are calendars for it not for farmers?
                What are timetables for if not for planes, trains, and automobiles?  Bile is excreted by the liver during driving due to vibrational engine energy vibrating the bums in the car’s seats (monochrome clowns in brown make-up, dirt, and grime) from the anal sphincter all the way to the very blasted nosehair of every last sphinx bumming a ride and imagining such a thing as bad luck.
From Freud, Sigmund, A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis:
The repetition of the occurrences betray a persistence which is hardly ever an attribute of chance, but which fits well with the idea of design. (p 51)
Every one of us who can look back over a fairly long experience of life would probably say that he might have spared himself many disappointments and painful surprises, if he had the courage and resolution to interpret as omens the little mistakes which he noticed in his intercourse with others, and to regard them as signs of tendencies still in the background. For the most part one does not do this; one has an impression that one would become superstitious again by a circuitous scientific path. (p53)
It depends, however, whether the particular mental phenomenon is directly due to bodily, organic or material agencies, in which case it does not fall to psychology for investigation; or whether it arose directly from other mental processes, behind which at some point the succession of organic agencies then begins.
Myth Reel; Fantastic Fallacy
A simple change of inflection, arare is to farm as rearare is to farm again; to the fields!  A rare vice, plowing parallels at absolute values while the ratios of plant life to the spiral architecture that grows in a 3d Z-grid with roots toward the big nut and green pro-light.  Proselyte, this one dimension out of six splayed utilizes light via the process known as photosynthesis, literally ‘light building’. “Eat your fruits and veggies,” a mother might say out of concern, (unconcerned about C.E.R.N., the large hadron collider and particle accelerator,) as much as her child (starving for a light snack full of grease instead) is the funny singularity. Let’s call the other 5 frames of reference dirt, or six, ridges and roots.  A man could save the world with an arable wavefunction, (like Warren Buffet’s son (no-till)) exploring the root/rut dimensions.  “Here’s what I do: I come to your fields, I tear up your farms, and then I tell you what’s wrong,” he might say, “Call me a third world consultant.  You can repay me later.”
                “Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our world” (sez Buddha from a Civilization game (this author’s source)).  Vibrations and light-resistances both play a part in determining optics of light particles, especially in a dimly lit system exposed to small amounts of literature and (at a speakeasy (style (bourgeois) bar)) lots to say about it.  When one finds oneself in a public setting and one wishes to justify one’s being included in the set, even its farthest limit, one must be ready, willing, and able to meet the challenges presented in the form of talking points: facts, loose interest, and generalia (yeah, right!).  Canadian potpourri!  In any event, some find it difficult to discuss the facts without consulting a rulebook.  Those people, stereotypical lawyers (woe be! (Luke 11:52)), rely heavily on brief dissociation to prove a rambling point that will be sure to outwit only the dimmest of squirrels.  Can acorns acorn? Are Mister Planter’s Nietzschean nuts exploring lower order animisms? Are dogs worthy of tutelage? Poking poop with a stick, one might muster an answer starting with “Let’s get out of here...” 
We hear the growl of a carnivorous cow the size of a large owl, and like smart squirrels, we scatter like monks in cowls from speed-demons.
Some think themselves to be beasts, whose voice and actions they imitate. Some think that they are vessels of glass, and for this reason recoil from passers-by, lest they break; others fear death, which they yet cause most often to themselves. Still others imagine that they are guilty of some crime, so that they tremble with terror when they see another coming toward them, thinking he seeks to take them prisoner and sentence them to death.
Sydenham, Thomas from Madness & Civilization by Foucault, Michel.


From 4/9/16:
Jansenism – movement originating from Jansen, Cornelius’ posthumous works that emphasized original sin, human depravity, the necessity for divine grace, and predestination c. 1643
PascalIn 1646, he and his sister Jacqueline identified with the religious movement within Catholicism known by its detractors as Jansenism.”
“Dicebant quoniam in furorem versus est.” M. Foucault p76. Translated, ‘they said that he is out of his mind,’ see Mark 3:21
Epithet – a characterizing word or phrase accompanying or occurring in place of the name of the person or thing (often disparaging (as in relation to subordinates)).
            Pissy panted dissipants, overloaded underlords, and drunken scooters… starting to recognize potential pick-pockets after reading this book.  A green-eyed distraction, inciting the rebel to yell, “oh, my poor, young, unskilled hands are getting wet with cheap booze!” she might be thinking.  Fraternity in sorority in fraternity in sorority? In fraternity, the feeling of being ‘in’ with the ‘in-crowd,’ a bunch of drop-dead would-be hookers (with the wool pulled high, hiked), surly sots, and ex-Catholic charity cases with vague ties to some so-called ‘family.’  Under-the-table drunk Vickie with a quick drop Mickie who sweeps her earnings under-the-rug, with so much posturing and spurning, it’s no wonder that without a pen as an outlet, some men turn to violence with ungirded loins! 
It’s 0353 and back from the wet bar to the dry bar boozy voices of attempted rationality slur out above clinking glass shooters in the shackles of some vast depression spanning decades now, with lovely days fewer and further between, it’s easy to see how one could grow attached, irrationally, to the things that bring joy in small doses, anxiety at large, while infrequent, moderate doses touch upon ineffability.  The desire to jar the system, does this punishment of introversion with a touch of perversion make one the extroverted architype?  This is a mad, sympathetic fight for survival in a civilization wherein only the pitiless excel and suck the success out of the cesspool of humanity.  Mad, unclean, unshaven masses of people who choose to be that way because they feel like it mind their own businesses and get out of my way!  How does one describe to another person what limits of action, behavior, and habit convey without some little boxed metaphor cliché?  Morpheus spread eagle, ethereal, but not f’real-f’real, Oneiroi’s one being in dreams we teach the soul’s dissipation and it runs counter to any sense of determination; where there is no cause, only effects.  It’s good sleep hygiene we all need in order to heal.
Strabismus – “cross-eye”/”wall-eye”
Enthymeme – “an argument in which one premise is not explicitly stated.” Ironically, I believe that this is the origin of the modern ‘meme’ and I doubt that the ‘enthy’ greater than half mass of people that use this word frequently even know it’s grand-scheme propaganda-carrying specifics.  I know I didn’t until recently (and I think I’m smart!).
Lapidary – Gemini Jedidiah Smethwick
Nosography – “the systematic description of diseases.”  Clean yo’’ snout.
Oneiric – “…relating to dreams or dreaming.” See above.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

St. P's Snakes to the Sea ~

Distracting volumes, masses, and crowds
slap hands; asses in the seats, out of the seats,
and into the TV acronym. Hypochondria
for paranoia, not a treatment, but a cause.
Heart of darkness, in the shadow of
ignorance, all is forgotten. A dreamless
sleepers’ soundboard, snoring sound
clips of rippling rivers.
Seeming to know it all, confident critics
iterate commentary news, currently
ironic.

Street legal tanks &
a consumer flamethrower
Indica Kate 2

Setting drunk precedents, sales, dammit
Living a lie
Living a life
What you tell people
When you want to feel good
And you don’t want them to judge
Harshly what is not of cruel intent
Because it requires a certain level
Of understanding to attain reason
To be able to judge wisely
Without acting foolishly
Because we know
We’ve known all along
We all have

It just seemed like it kept you happy
To keep us in the dark
Getting to understand the darkness
In the light of obfuscation
There are times in this life
We are willing to hate
Because we hate what you do.
You’re killing yourself for causes
Which to you yourself are unknown
Things of life and death have been
Debated for years, save Jesus.

I need to open my mind to the possibility
of more work, not just philosophy
Because it may provide wisdom,
But work provides understanding.
Understanding of why people do
what they love to do, just for the
Sake of doing it, the love drug,
Or the money drug. There is
Trouble in between, like crossing
a river on a ferry like Siddhartha.
Philosophy again, I know, I guess
It pays (perhaps, eventually)
to be well, to be well read, and if lucky,
To be read well.


So many artists just want to be
Mysterious, and be recognized for their
Mysterious nature and their mysterious
works of art, that eventually must be
explained to the puny minds they pander.
I always thought that the labor of love, the
real struggle to get that feeling of
success and completion, and not just
that, but that oneness with the world that
artistry allows, but many bankers doing
cocaine can feel that way artificially,
Though they do pay dearly with their
mental and overall health that they are
happily insured for.

The calculation for rate of completion
begins with starting endpoints.
The projects being what they are, a work
in progress where structural integrity can be
figured into the equation. Every one of
us feels the weight of being. That weight
can be put in the hands of more capable
carpenters who understand material
terminology more handily that I? What’s
what made out of? A squeaky wheel gets
the grease! Titanium, rubber, and fat for
Shawty! Air pressure in kilopascals weighs
down on me as a column from on high.
Air density = mass of air / volume of air.

Courtney and Val’s overhead slides, Mylar
grow-room lining. Over the shoulder
Jamie, wraparound green chair.
Children of artists, if they do well
may become more practical. Fundraiser
party theme: Peepshow, where orgiastic ritual &
Sex, as a metaphor, sells.

Tech, no logic, ideas
quickly becoming obsolete. Am I overly
concerned with my usefulness?
If I were working my old
9 to 5 I wouldn’t be here. These
Completely new experiences are
something I crave, knowledge
despite it coming with adulthood. I’m still
sophomoric to many. I’m young, not
part of their scene, we only know one
another by sight, perhaps cursorily by
name. Getting to know all the names in
all the right order is the first step towards
recognition, but drug addiction, data
plans, and consumer textiles create an atmosphere
hostile to the queendom;
Front cunt punt.

Putin comes to America to pirate
Jurassic Park, inspired by clone
technology, for an actual park in Russia.
T-Rexes in St. Petersburg!

How long until chicken Alzheimer’s? One
foot coxcomb… a dandy amputee.
Chicken shiv, really a cleaver, for the sin of
heathen cowardice resulting in death by sloth.

Fasting for power, ascetic meditation, yet
anxiety under boxed arches…will
you let me know if I get sat? Egg on a
burger! The phone rings. I’ve had two
pieces of beef jerky to eat all day and it’s
almost 3.  I did this last week for a deja vieux.
More fish Friday fasting. Is this a gut revival?
Revivalist enterprises face value head on while
paying for the social licentiousness of the city.

Electric election 2020? (Fully automated polling places).

“Beachcombing is an activity that consists of an individual “combing” (or searching) the beach and the intertidal zone, looking for things of value, interest or utility. Coined by Herman Melville in Omoo in 1847.” -Wikipedia

One step ahead of the law… gg all in
one step ahead of the laws of attraction?

She thinks that somebody has to work for
her or should have to work for her, but
she’s the one who’s most hungry for
attention.
The vicarious struggle is fake.

…Keepin’ it complicated…

Televised tazer death of coked out black
man making motel noises, our banker feels no
pity: much of the mental disturbances
were self-inflicted; the rationale.
Capitalist pig! I think the fat cops are to
blame. Someone teach them how to
restrain a perpetrator physically, and
teach them also self-restraint, (what
should be a high virtue on the force).

Fear…loathing…oh lord…

Beer, fireball shots, cotton candy martini,
multiple on one man’s account, Jordan
boxers, backwards hat with pins,
swagger, two cute women, dark bearded
friend in Bills hoody, the intelligent one
who believes that intelligence deserves
attention. An end in itself? A
clearinghouse, I’m out!
Buffalo Bills sweatsuit tripping up steps
with his juicy couture in tow.
Dark side of the Dead.
Moment of clarity, section of Bacchus?
The diversified look of the developed brain?
Plander to the applaudience!

(Unstoppable Mistakes)




Hebetude – n. The state of being dull or lethargic

Melisma – the singing of a single syllable of text while moving between several different notes in succession.


Neume – notes of Gregorian chant sung on a single syllable
Porrectus – a neume used in Gregorian chant, formed of three notes, high, low, high
            Torculus – low, high, low
Salicus – three notes going upward
Etc.

Telluric – relating to the earth, esp . related to the natural electric current near the earth’s surface.


Catafalque – a decorated wooden framework supporting the coffin.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Erudite Criticism of Erudition, Statistics; and Tangents.


Nothing is more significant of the present condition of systematics than the introduction of the hypotheses of ‘elementary disorder’ for the purpose of smoothing-out the contradiction between intellectual postulate and actual experience. The ‘smallest particles’ of a body (an image, no more) throughout perform reversible processes, but in actual things the smallest particles are in disorder and mutually interfere; and so the irreversible process that alone is experienced by the observer is linked with increase of entropy by taking the mean probabilities of occurrences.  And thus theory becomes a chapter of the Calculus of Probabilities, and in lieu of exact we have statistical methods.
                Evidently, the significance of this has passed unnoticed. Statistics being, like chronology, to the domain of the organic, to fluctuating Life, to Destiny and Incident and not to the world of laws and timeless causality. As everyone knows, statistics serve above all to characterize political and economic, that is, historical, developments. In the ‘classical’ mechanics of Galileo and Newton there would have been no room for them. And if, now, suddenly the contents of that field are supposed to be understood and understandable only statistically and under the aspect of Probability – instead of under that of the a priori exactitude which the Baroque thinkers unanimously demand – what does it mean? It means that the object of understanding is ourselves.  …the resort to statistics shows that the force that the tradition regulated and made effective is exhausted.
Spengler, O. The Decline of the West. Pgs 421-2
Direction, fixing, ordering, defining by cause and effect, are things one can do if one likes. These things are work, but the other, (history), is creation. Form and law, portrayal and comprehension, symbol and formula, have different organs, and their opposition is that in which life stands to death, production to destruction. Reason, system and comprehension kill as they ‘cognize.’ That which is cognized becomes a rigid object, capable of measurement and subdivision. Intuitive vision, on the other hand, vivifies and incorporates the details in a living inwardly-felt unity.
P102
But for an animal, not truths, but only facts exist. Here is the difference between practical and theoretical understanding. Facts and truths differ as time and space, destiny and causality. A fact addresses itself to the whole waking-consciousness which imagines it can detach itself from being. Actual life, history, knows only facts; life experience and knowledge of men deal only in facts. The active man who does and wills and fights, daily measuring himself against the power of facts, looks down upon mere truths as unimportant. The real statesman knows only political facts, not political truths. Pilate’s famous question is that of every man of fact.
[“What is truth?” John 18:38]
                It is one of the greatest achievements of Nietzsche that he confronted science with the problem of the value of truth and knowledge – cheap and even blasphemous though this seems to the born thinker and savant, who regards his whole raison d’etre as impugned by it.  Descartes meant to doubt everything, but certainly not the value of his doubting.
                It is one thing, however to pose problems and quite another to believe in solutions of them. The plant lives and knows not that it lives. The animal lives and knows that it lives. Man is astounded by his life and ask questions about it. But even man cannot give an answer to his own questions, he can only believe in the correctness of his answer, and in that respect there is no difference between Aristotle and the meanest savage.
Book II p 12
                It is the extinction of living inner religiousness, which gradually tells upon even the most insignificant element in man’s being, that becomes phenomenal in the historical world-picture at the turn from Culture to Civilization.
P 185
For deep down beneath it all is the gloomy feeling, not to be repressed, that all this hectic zeal is the despairing self-deception of a soul that may not and cannot rest.
P 187
This is the tragic situation – the inversion of the Hamlet motive – and a thread of it runs through the entire fabric of Socialism, political, economic and ethical, which forces itself to ignore the annihilating seriousness of its own final implications, so as to keep alive the illusion of the historical necessity for its own existence… The specific tendency of all Western mechanics is towards an intellectual conquest of measurement, and it is therefore obliged to look for the essence of the phenomenon in a system of constant elements that are susceptible of full and inclusive appreciation by measurement, of which Hemholtz distinguishes motion (using the word in its everyday sense) as the most important.
P 188
                Modern physics, as a science, is an immense system of indications in the form of names and numbers whereby we are enabled to work with Nature as with a machine.
                Faith and ‘Knowledge’ are only two species of inner certitude, but of the two faith is the older and it dominates all the conditions of knowing, be they never so exact. And thus it is the theories and not pure numbers that are the support of all natural science.
                Mere industrious measuring for measuring’s sake is not and never has been more than a delight for little minds. Every savant’s experiment, be it what it may, is at the same time an instance of the kind of symbolism that rules the savant’s ideation.
                Every critical science, like every myth and every religious belief, rests upon an inner certitude. Various as the creations of the certitude may be, both in structure and in repute, they are not different in basic principle. Any reproach, therefore, levelled by Natural science at Religion is a boomerang. We are presumptuous and no less in supposing that we can ever set up ‘the Truth’ in the place of ‘anthropomorphic’ conceptions, for no other conceptions but these exist at all. Every idea that is possible at all is a mirror of the being of its author. The statement that ‘man created God in his own image,’ valid for every historical religion, is not less valid for every physical theory, however firm its reputed basis of fact.
P 190
How come the quantum? A superposition of a steady-state and a Big Bang, two concurrent realities, the neutral (quantum) thing-in-itself that is mathematics, and the physical (physics) reality of a thing that everyone agrees exists at the same instant, aha! All things in God’s reflection, light in a hall of mirrors playing peek-a-boo through a space-turbine that individuates starterstone.  A crying youth, numb to the cold, serpentine creator that made you eat to survive in superposition to your own hungrier self, left standing outside [Sameside Street], unfelt by unfeeling Poverty’s cruel hand come in the name of Chastity to admonish. A consciousness that spans millennia needeth only peep to set a local system spinning viceward, outracing even light-packets from the golden globule nearest.  The mighty mechanism emitter sends forth a complimentary paradigm dimer of split concurrence.  Who betokens betise?  The lingering bass-base notes uplift my spirits as my spirits are uplifted (a sine of anise liquor sans ice).
“Your Pimm’s cup sir.”
“Doesn’t it come in silver chalice?”
“That would be a pimp cup sir.”
From “Archer”. “The Man from Jupiter

Light on a wire at constant ‘v’ for velocity, hypotenuses, a third-dimension out of sync with the fourth.  Going forth, however, one proceeds to believe at the outset some point bar-deterministic sarcasm for light-packets that are used to express a theoretically unforeseeable source of all points that are also in their theoretical vastness also ineffable once stated, even in a negative sense, accustomed to normalize peaks and variables to ‘best-fit’ time-tailor a point of exclusive heuristics to a perfectly perfected fine-tuned stopwatch that errs so often to the femtosecond it’s practically always wrong in exceedingly small increments to the ineffable point I shall say to exist at a point thereof.  It’s merely stated potential.

Captain Discrete relies on his own native tongue to count from one to the number after nine to ten in a universal language that is easier to translate via depiction than clairvoyance with a high-degree of certainty that enables me to be validated by myself or someone like me, who is similar to me in my mode of profession or choice of dress.  Statics fit the obvious and conform to pattern more regularly, all else is invalidated infiltrate.  A narcissistic constant, like a genus of flower, I am distracted eternally by the sound of my own voice listening to its own thoughts, into existence with beautiful blood, sweat, and typewriter ink as if I were something special, which I’m not, I’m exactly like all the others, convince yourself of that fact, truth’s alternative prima facie

The Kampyle of Eudoxus wavefunction
The Folium of Descartes wavefunction
The Ampersand Aquartic wavefunction
The Cochleoid Transcendental wavefunction
Where are these going?  How far?


4 o’clock skunk, 4 o’clock rabbit:
Why these two particular species arrived
within this area of locality
at this point of periodicity
probability only knows.
My pin-hole camera eyes adjust aperture,
poke settings for this time of night
during this ungodly hour awake.
I’m afraid to ask Nature why, lately
she has only output radial gibberish
that’s timely to comprehend, about
ellipsoidal circumferences and
a pair of animalcules sliding on
a pair of 2D boxes (properly planes)
blocked off by a thing in the third
dimension that the skunk in particular
is unable to pass without tunneling.
When observing the duality of nature,
is it wise to judge the dumb machine?
Can it really tell me anything that
I don’t already know intuitively?
That’s what we’re here to find out:
how to test our crickets of intuition.
So, while the rabbit remains without momentum
within the 2D system made of up 3D walls
(save its wiggling nose and whiskers)
the skunk tries to enter through what could
be a slit between two properties
before deciding on the path of least resistance,
ambling through the driveway gollop chamber
that hereby measures striped animalcules
going the ethereal distances that divide
black from white in an orange, electrified haze.

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Is Neurosis Increasingly Cis?

I’m getting tired of trying to be the best because I’m getting out of control and I’m not improving.  There’s a solution to this; alcohol.  But what if that substance works on my nerves negatively?  Isn’t that the point?  The electronegative characteristics of neural networks aren’t necessarily bad or evil, but negativity has a tendency to be misconstrued in a negative light; inverse.  Introverted when I’m thinking, extroverted when I’m writing because my words speak volumes; manifest.  I need to remember that sex manifests violent behavior; peace.

                I can’t keep writing like this, sourcing my own subject, studying myself, constipated. Not really, I eat beets so it just looks bloody.  Maraca Katydid is one hand lounging, attention spanning certain whole minutes while the repetitive cycling of wash-boarding paint trays as a percussion instrument, with an ear on preservation over progression in music.  I can see the benefit of both.  Some people hold on too long and some people speed recklessly. Some people hold on to memories, objects, and relationships.  These three are distinct yet interrelated.  Some people deconstruct, reconstruct, and have something to prove.  These characteristics are all interrelated yet distinct.  Now I’m trying to do some weird variable math equation that is too mind-boggling for a pithy solution.  It is good also to drink in moderation.

                Marijuana is an apt substitute.   Modulating transmission of catecholamines across the neural synapse, as I understand the effects, it insulates myelin and controls the flow of dopamine, epinephrine, and norepinephrine past dendrites.  My high substitute teacher visited an apartment with me to teach me a lesson in controversial conspiracy theories.  Many people refuse to relive past stress and tragedy; fear of Posttraumatic Stress Entropy.  Call it what it really is!  It is important to use the right words at the right time so as not to convey a lie, thus making the human race a bigger buried laughingstock than the dinosaurs, Satan’s implants.  Stone rosettes!  Get high and listen to Ghost: Fuck yourself and go to hell.  Insults care of Uncle Joey, you’re welcome.

                Remind me to catch a breath! Anybody could play songs, but not every person who plays songs learns music anymore.  Acapella guerillas are the most mobile musicians, trebling in the trees.  ‘Emptyemptyempty,’ they reverberate more like background brainsounds amplified than a sampled breath.  Annunciate emptily.  Chant the Gregorian code that will bring "Evil Dead" to Netflix® in all its cult-classic gory-glory!  GloryGloryGlory hallelujah acid rain be!  Would Hill Dog take her pent up aggression towards Bill out on the rest of the world as president?  What a revelation!  “See what you made me do?!” she would shout at him from her ordered daisy chain of fuel planes aboard Air Force One as the world evaporates below into the first world radioactive stone age as she never forgets.

                I am where I put myself, in a Buffalo apartment with viz. intimidating rent.  How extroverted is a person supposed to be before anyone else in the house is awake?  Why be flashy when the world is blind (to my superiority/inferiority)?  I take both yin and yang in large doses.  Is the erotic truth is stranger than the erotic fiction?  Can you see Story of the Eye, Elizabeth?  Who would masturbate to such a thing?  Situated on the same floor of two hotels across the street from each other, a Boston bean-flicker eyes a baby-faced exhibitionist practicing his rites alone.  Being a lady of the night, mid-afternoon, she had time to kill.  “What the hell?” She thought, “worst/best case he sees me, joins me, we get off together, and he gives me his money!”  What the hell am I going on about?  I forget that I’m insecure about my feelings, let alone my fantasies!  Who has time to daydream about chance connections when you’re a violent, introverted pervert with a propensity for clergymen?  Damned if I know! No, no, literally, I’m probably going to Hell if I ever meet this … oh shit, right, Dave.  Fuck, the war, and the children: Vietnam, molestation, and rape.  How could I forgive or forget?  Because to err is human; to forgive (pederasts), divine.  Who wouldn’t blame PSE, Jesus?  Cast of academy acclaimed movie of the year Spotlight?


                What is self-consciousness? Am I not a machine? Why do I have feelings? Why are little things confusing, (like changing a lock for the first time)?  Lack of intuition?  Lack of know-how? Ashy elbows (no grease)?  Whatever exact measure Persistence fails to solve when interpreting dreams is resolved by the narrowest capillaries supplying all the vital organs with humor.  If I could only make sense (why feel?) then maybe my life would be provided a meaning by a higher power writing a dimensionally superior storybook and by the sentient life in a higher dimension making sense of us and our many selves like a phase study of our time from the outside or underground by some alia life.  Perhaps to alia we are better than we perceive ourselves inside out. As a US citizen, denizen of Buffalo - an All America city (times two), how much do outside forces control our day?  Consider yourself blessed. Amen American men, women, and all undifferentiated, neutral, and undecided persons of all colors, creeds, and nationalities!