Thursday, March 17, 2016

Philohippasus Islands and Nubeculae Magellanii: Messiaen Envisions the Bird/Abraxas Flock/AbraxasFleece/Argonaut Navy.




Θερμοπύλες  vs. θερμοπηγές (Θερμοπύλες, θερμές πηγές).




Θερμοπύλες  vs. θερμοπηγές?    Actually, it’s …  Θερμοπύλες, θερμές πηγές




                          Wow!  Look what bubbled up from the Hot Springs … 
                    ... if  'n  it ain’t the rustic rictus of Curtis Citrus what the hell is it?





Verily I say unto you, she is the Bird 'Abraxas,'  Arch-Archon-ess of Stati Qui ... of statorum quorum ..



                                                        ΑΒΡΑΞΑΣ,
                                Feathery Fleece of Gathering ... Greece of Old ...



1003  Ships ... or ...   ...               0=n=l=y    0=n=3=?




Nubeculae Magellanii


No matter what the musicologists say (and the musico-law-logists of meta-), this Song is a Blues, a minor blues, but only look at the aulics, why don’t you, words not lyrical in the least:  Mozart may have been, might have,  the most Proto-romantic, but Beethoven was the First Romantic, as would it be only a matter of Time before Mr. Debussy floated up to when East meets West, and when Easter meets Wester, where, well, “over the hills where the spirits fly.”  Into Earth’s Lesser Magellanic Cloud …



"In The Evening"



 In the evening, when the day is done
I'm looking for a  Woman, but the girl don't come
So don't let her, Play you for a fool
She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules

Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
So don't you let her, Oh, get under your skin
It's only bad luck and trouble, From the day that you begin
I hear you crying in the darkness, Don't ask nobody's help
Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby, Cause you can only blame yourself

Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh it's simple, All the pain that you go through
You can turn away from fortune, fortune, Cause that's all that's left to you
It's lonely at the bottom, Man, it's dizzy at the top
But if you're standing in the middle, Ain't no way you're gonna stop

Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh whatever that your days may bring
No use hiding in a corner, Cause that won't change a thing
If you're dancing in the doldrums, One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
When you're the master of the off-chance, When you don't expect a lot

Oh, I need your love, I just got to have




Argonaut Navy.




                                                   Hercules signs up ...
                         Genetically engineered Hybrid Bird-Sheep, and Orient glow.




It might have been the evening in Great Britain, but of course it was only "Morning in America." Reagan said it.  Kennedy, Krushchev, Reagan, Gorbachev ...





Four ...





Twelve Bars ... Hair "of the Dog" Star ...




I   IV   I   I   IV   IV   I   I   V   IV   I   I 






                                                          Ouch ...
                                               Hair "of the Dog" Star ...




Hair "of the Dog" Star ... ? but ...




                                                       I really learned ...



To be shooting spree-ing like Sex Pistols ... massacre ... way out west! ....




In Silicon Valley ... or San Diego (?)



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Multiple guess, guest worker, or ... guest player .... rather (right!)





There is a Christian Cross in the Ordinary World of Duran Duran and J.W. Dunne, and ...



                                     It has 'Ray Kurzweil' written all over it ...




A Blot on here Character?






At last!


The Apperception Test results have come  and … well, this is a surprise, one doesn’t like to think along such lines, so veers from the straight and narrow, the Pics, the Word associative promts, well, it’s not really at all ambiguous.


Okay, I guess one should have asked oneself “what kind of person takes Schadenfreudoid Delight in pointlessly torturing someone for eight months, well, vengefulness is the by far pleasanter of the two, normal, ‘human’ in the jargon, but …


Well, the other …


Sascha, no, Simon Baron-Cohen, help me out here … what kind of person thinks somebody being nailed up on a cross can some voodoo doodoo way, save them from their own sins?  Well this is not a to think, but the testimony of the witnesses to terrorism, a male version of this female thing, Islam, Christianity, twelve husbands, twelve wives 


These are not pleasant results, sorry to inform any info-maniacally inclined, over the Waterfall so twos peek (at results like these) …


Well I guess that’s that ... I prefer to think of the re-vengefulness option … yes I like that, it makes me look bad, but still, far better than to think … no!


I don’t want to think right now, let me … (not) think about it, let me think about thinking and see if I really want to,let me,  let me think about thinking about thinking …





                                                       Next question:
                                        Revenge ... that's what it looks like ...



Revenge ...




Okay!  To be honest ... I don't want to be honest ...



Let me think about not thinking about it until ... some time ... not this very  ... no!



Okay ... all done ...

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