Monday, January 26, 2015

Samsa-like Peracariditude...bodies in search of (rated) x...

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Samsaian Peracariditude.




                                                                      The suspect:
                                                     Artistic doodles of possible victim(s).



                                                             Possums/Witnesses:
                                                 Transformer...(not) really.


                                                           Ex-nihilo:


                          Peter Gastarbeiter  would "correct" человек ничего's writings



Peter Gastarbeiter...  would "correct" человек ничего's writings after the philosopher's breakdown and did so without his approval, an action severely criticized by modern scholars.[citation needed].


                 Four...why don't you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see?
                                                         Bodies in search of (rated) x...



                                                         Squeeze my lemon, baby...



More Tom-trumpery... in search of (rated) y...????????




To play (on) the feel-speak-distance gnomograph...




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Steiner's...



                                                               Up in smoke...
                                              ...the feel-speak-distance gnomograph...


3^(1/3) approximates Steiner's, whilst 4^(1/3)  approximates the Golden.












Thursday, January 22, 2015

Post-archetype Mandala-analogs.

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Post-archetype Mandala-analogs.
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I find these to be infinitely more edifying than the more usual species:



And especially these:

                                                             these:




                      'Royce Nelson' is a yob what deals in this sort of post-stuff stuff.




He's got a lot more:



                                                            a lot more:

                      Some of these were snagged from J. Baez (not the folk singer!)



The trick may be  to sort of meditate phenomenologically, to 'sense' the brooding presence of the hills (as old as the hills to become), rather than hyper-focus on a center.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint.

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Voidoids:  A void dance.


First, (per)use the (post-archetypy one hopes) text:




"Teddy's rolling now most every night
Skatin' backwards at the speed of light
He's changed - in a thousand little ways
He's changed - yes indeed
You know he's movin' on metal, yes he's
Hanging tight with the Jack of Speed

Sheena's party - there's a case in point
That right-wing hooey sure stunk up the joint
He's gone - he walks through the old routines
But he's gone - guaranteed
He may be sittin' in the kitchen, but he's
Steppin' out with the Jack of Speed

You maybe got lucky for a few good years
But there's no way back from there to here
He's a one way rider
On the shriek express
And his new best friend is at the throttle more or less

He can't hear you honey - that's alright
Pack some things and head up into the light
Don't stop - he'll be callin' out your name
But don't stop when you hear him plead
You better move now little darlin' or you'll be
Trading fours with the Jack of Speed..."


                                                     Sheena's party:
                                                        a case in point.


"The "Jack of Speed" is an addict under the influence of speed, meth, crystal, etc. Very popular these days, and the downfall of many a good man and woman. Unlike many other drugs which are anti-social right from the beginning, speed seems to fool people into thinking they are productive, initially. Then, one day they're at a party, and spewing political hogwash."

An almost sufi sophistication...

Spewing political hogwash!   The politics of 'The Impulse Society'?


They are very good indeed (in word/inward) when it comes to cliché avoidance (-dance around the well-worn, but don't actually step in it!).



Monday, January 19, 2015

Perfect Gregor Samsa-like ineptitude.

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One note about a “One-note” Samsa:

First one should, needs to,  consult, for, ex ample “David Yaffe, a professor of Humanities at Syracuse…   (for a plain and easy explanation of meta…)morph(osis):

“they were not a fusion band. Their songs were as driven by their often obscure narratives as they were by their chord progressions, which looked like charts for Art Blakey. They didn’t fuse, they morphed,

“He was a whiny Jew who wished for soul and got irony.”

“He shares a homophone with Dickens’ Fagin, who is perhaps the most extravagant act of literary anti-Semitism since Shylock.”

“an adventure with vocabulary foreign to rock ears, yet...”

“he seems so contemptuous at his need to communicate to the outside world, he swallows his vowels and grunts in an almost encrypted argot that only...a devoted fan...would take the trouble to decipher.”

[For “fan,” read “propeller-head”  (p-head:  probably [a] reference to a beanie hat with a propeller on top, popularized by science fiction [and encryption] enthusiasts”).]



A Sheep with Six Legs.



                                                                  The tyrannicides:
                                                      Ari and Harmody


                                                                   The Two Realms:
                                                                     Easter vs. Wester...



Massachusetts.


                                                 Ioniacs and their enemy.
                                                The Eoplatonist in Chief.



Erga-no-mix.


                                                     Miss Cege-Nation vs. Belleza indigene:
                                                                     You can?



The wisdom of accounting for everything via "the market."



A Six with Sheep Legs.


                                                            The Spiros of reticence...
                                             ...mainly for the benefit of un-Americans



Sixes and Sevens.

                                                            And...
                                      A Geep, not a Jeep... it's the hybrid (Why not a Shoat?)


The marriage of Heaven and Hell.