Showing posts with label mentation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mentation. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Denying the known and defying the unknown
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
FOR YOUR EDDIES
A front follows a front follows a front, as the vain beats the vain beats the vain!
Habiting on the frontier of a front- is an affront to the Beloved, if the Beloved could be affronted.
Here with Her – Quantum!
Maybe the memes demand one,
but not your one!
The more you let go of more the more of Space you can hold.
Holding space, you travel far, 'cause you are holding nothing and nothing is holding.
Psyche the virus of loneliness, and Cosmos is the Alone.
The Cosmos the endless sea of signs, when we fabricate our significance we are thrust out of SPACE and try to cope with the loss through Psyche-ologism.
Habiting on the frontier of a front- is an affront to the Beloved, if the Beloved could be affronted.
Here with Her – Quantum!
Maybe the memes demand one,
but not your one!
The more you let go of more the more of Space you can hold.
Holding space, you travel far, 'cause you are holding nothing and nothing is holding.
Psyche the virus of loneliness, and Cosmos is the Alone.
The Cosmos the endless sea of signs, when we fabricate our significance we are thrust out of SPACE and try to cope with the loss through Psyche-ologism.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
that forgotten, becomes again
Yes my love I see what you see and it is extraordinary, yet my love what we see together is ordinary here. Why do you forget and become surprised all over again? Yes my love it is ordinary here but do not beat your drum here, we are not separate-we, this , us – a summoning of Presence.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Open Circuit Closed Circuit
Two couples different responses! One expands, the other contracts - it is all in the looking!
In the Devil card he looks at her, and she looks at us, neither of them see the power that controls them. In the love card he looks at her and she looks above and acknowledge the presence above.
Sans the sacrement of the above no love!
In the Devil card he looks at her, and she looks at us, neither of them see the power that controls them. In the love card he looks at her and she looks above and acknowledge the presence above.
Sans the sacrement of the above no love!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
General Semantics part. 3
One of my best attributes is the lack of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may 'be' is definitely not me.
One of my worse attributes is the rush of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may be is definitively me.
What it may 'be' is definitely not me.
One of my worse attributes is the rush of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may be is definitively me.
General Semantics pt. 2
Were you that was?
Are you aware of the whereabouts of was?
It seems very sticky here.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Harry Hector frets - a nettle melody
Perplexing- no fuck that!
It is vexing this ego speak!
It is all about my lying and knowing
of my lying and lying about my knowing
of my lying.
ergo ego parley shit
What is the voice behind the embedded scripts?
It is vexing this ego speak!
It is all about my lying and knowing
of my lying and lying about my knowing
of my lying.
ergo ego parley shit
What is the voice behind the embedded scripts?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
RUMINATION
Strength provided is provisional and not my own.
The entrance becomes accessible only when I attend
impersonally to my personal signatures.
I de-mythologizing now receiving.
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Attending in the moment the vastness
not manageable yet you/it response able.
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Alien postures of the form could be natural
but were ostracized by personal ideology.
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Art- making disagreements if not delicious at least digestible.
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What are your turn ons?
I f you feast on my disagreements
and I feast on your disagreements
the birth of a friendship.
What are your turns offs?
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Seeing at first may be astonishing but when that fanfare
is out of air you may become severely annoyed.
If the annoyance radiation is considered too much
the inquiry ends.
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Obedience is the url to listening, take back ‘obey’
from the policy enforcers and hear.
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If the pathway is denied I am alone in my disobedience.
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SHE is always here, myself drunk and forgetful note not that I scorn her.
This one love betrayed, all other loves become abstractions.
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In our time of look at me but do not see me
words like mercy, grace and clarity
are spoken but not evoked.
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The motto of a Self Promoter.
Look at me but do not see me.
Hear what I say and take it as gospel.
Take my spin or you are not my friend.
The entrance becomes accessible only when I attend
impersonally to my personal signatures.
I de-mythologizing now receiving.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Attending in the moment the vastness
not manageable yet you/it response able.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Alien postures of the form could be natural
but were ostracized by personal ideology.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Art- making disagreements if not delicious at least digestible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What are your turn ons?
I f you feast on my disagreements
and I feast on your disagreements
the birth of a friendship.
What are your turns offs?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seeing at first may be astonishing but when that fanfare
is out of air you may become severely annoyed.
If the annoyance radiation is considered too much
the inquiry ends.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Obedience is the url to listening, take back ‘obey’
from the policy enforcers and hear.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If the pathway is denied I am alone in my disobedience.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SHE is always here, myself drunk and forgetful note not that I scorn her.
This one love betrayed, all other loves become abstractions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In our time of look at me but do not see me
words like mercy, grace and clarity
are spoken but not evoked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The motto of a Self Promoter.
Look at me but do not see me.
Hear what I say and take it as gospel.
Take my spin or you are not my friend.
Friday, May 8, 2009
IMBIBE
Time is money, money is time
Following that line
Time is energy, energy is time
Following that line
Energy is food, food is energy
Following that line
Food is love, love is food
Following that line
Love is divine, divine is love
In all of those exchanges
Where may I be?
Am I THAT?
bOuNcInG part 2
A while ago, I was sharing food and ale with like minded people, which of course led to the word exchanges. I have no problem with chatting, it is quite natural to me, and actually calms me at times. Unfortunately in that case the exchanges bothered me, perhaps because I just finished dancing and some times ushering words after a moving melody is awkward for me.
I really wanted to be there, it was not as if I was coaxed to join the mix- I was there on my own volition. I was not behind enemy lines- I was with beautiful eloquent friends. The irritation on my part began when the affairs of the state turned to an us-and-them reference, the minimal hairs on my body prickled up. I wanted to leave, but paying six plus bucks for the pint, required me to stay- I was committed to drinking my money. I sullenly nursed my beer and listened, and softly shook.
I, note daily I pass hundreds of people whom I do not know and they know not me! They also have their like minded friends, and in their course of word exchange they also refer to an us-and- them. Billions of people on this shared globe, a whole fragmented and fragmented and fragmented and fragmented….
Who are we? What am I? I have my people and my people have me- SEE! There are legions upon legions which I/we have no relationship with, they are not our chosen, they are our others!
On that night of noted discontent in which I participated the shared affirmations provided me with no solace. I was left with me, and weak of bravado my self affirmations provided me with no solace. Seeing me, I saw a man alone and hungry for connections beyond my ken and being unable to access the unknown, I was grappling.
I am You, You are I, We are They, They are Us… I do not understand…
I really wanted to be there, it was not as if I was coaxed to join the mix- I was there on my own volition. I was not behind enemy lines- I was with beautiful eloquent friends. The irritation on my part began when the affairs of the state turned to an us-and-them reference, the minimal hairs on my body prickled up. I wanted to leave, but paying six plus bucks for the pint, required me to stay- I was committed to drinking my money. I sullenly nursed my beer and listened, and softly shook.
I, note daily I pass hundreds of people whom I do not know and they know not me! They also have their like minded friends, and in their course of word exchange they also refer to an us-and- them. Billions of people on this shared globe, a whole fragmented and fragmented and fragmented and fragmented….
Who are we? What am I? I have my people and my people have me- SEE! There are legions upon legions which I/we have no relationship with, they are not our chosen, they are our others!
On that night of noted discontent in which I participated the shared affirmations provided me with no solace. I was left with me, and weak of bravado my self affirmations provided me with no solace. Seeing me, I saw a man alone and hungry for connections beyond my ken and being unable to access the unknown, I was grappling.
I am You, You are I, We are They, They are Us… I do not understand…
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Art, the Sublime and ...
In the State, in languages, in Art, and in morality, the most settled laws give way in the long run to nature; all actions slope downward towards freedom.
A man must acquire freedom, emotionally, intellectually and personally; but when free, he is only half-way to wisdom; he must now learn suffering and humiliation. And this signifies that he must renounce a great part of the freedom he has won.
For anyone without creative intellect, true culture is impossible; the reason is that he must by his inability to think for himself, defer to the authority of some other man, thereby shutting himself off from numerous other sides of thought.
If there were a Devil, of his inventions ennui might be the one on which he would chiefly pride himself.
Man must unite himself to something. In solitude, to the unseen world, resulting in the Sublime; in society, to his fellow-men, resulting in the vulgar. Tolstoy's touchstone of Art therefore proves to be diametrically opposite to the fact. The use of Art lies not in its power of uniting men, but in its efforts to disunite them. The noblest art will produce in us disgust at the presence of our fellow-creatures; and the best artists are those who love solitude.
Just as complementary colours joined together form white light, so by the prism of individuality, the Sublime is split into Pleasure and Pain. This is why any strong emotional feeling includes both exaltation and grief. It also renders Schopenhauer's question unnecessary, which is positive and negative, of pleasure and pain. Pain must not be regarded as expiation, education, or anything of the sort, but as the indivisible companion of pleasure; just as after staring intently at red, we then see green. And in experiencing sublime feelings, we discover both elements, because both must be present.
Emotions belong to Individuality. The Sublime is an undivided complex; this feeling is most perceptible in the higher grades of music. We do not then feel single emotions but a swelling Whole, which we cannot analyse for ourselves. The Sublime is thus like Light, the emotions like colours.
The individualising principle is not the cause of the anti-sublime, but the attempt to escape from the anti-sublime towards freedom. This attempt is known biologically as variety.
Unity is chaos. Things separate in their nature are forced to live and act together. A resulting existence is secured, but this existence is false and painful; and to escape from it, the component parts seek wrong openings.
From the preceding paragraph, it will be seen that a true ethical system will endeavour to promulgate variety of life; activity, objectivity, and intelligence, as opposed to soul-deadening tradition, formalism and meek stupidity.
The Sublime is not a theory, but a terrible fact, which stands above and behind the world, and governs all its manifestations.
To those who realise the Sublime, a beautiful person is only a living corpse; for an individual is only a branch lopped off from the Eternal, and is already dying.
So-called morbid ideas - death, ghosts, the spirit-world, etc. - correspond to nothing real. It is the Sublime life calling us, which our individualistic nature mistranslates in this fashion.
Harmony, symmetry, rhythm, and numbers, imply internal relationship. When this relationship is rudely interrupted by a force from outside, reality itself.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Yearning and Listening
Physical death is not a metaphor but a sobering reality. Immortality is not a metaphor but a sobering reality. Yearning is the fuel of ‘immortality’! I host IT, you host IT, we all host IT!
I may in my broken tone express IT different from your own. You and I may not even understand one another in our invocations, yet we both yearn! We are all smitten by presence while at the same time manipulative managing our relationship with immensity.
We are unworthy, we are passionately indifferent, we are occupied- so this IT is filtered, dispersed and projected. We channel IT to some thing, to some one, to some body, to some organization! Applied yearning diffuses the immensity of yearning - tethering the traveller.
Listening to music, I hear the intention, the organization of the exposition it seems so compact, so digestible, and makes complete sense. Yet, if I listen not merely to the notation but the spaces between the notation, an unbridled yearning!
The listening of the listening!
Listening I hear the composition and feel the vibrations, I note the psychological and aesthetic constructs. Listening while listening I fade and hearing becomes yearning to yearning, only yearning…
The wind know this, from age to age, the wind has carried the calls of yearning and kept them in the present for all who yearn to recall.
Half Cut
Regarding- engaged sans filter, I would see and be seen.
That world was my personal spin.
This world is not mine - nothing to refine
-world is world and I in now a death of a clown.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Self Interest
If I am partially engaged in self interest I would see glimpses of my self interest.
If I am fully engaged in self interests I would observe my self interest and would regard my self interest and note how I broadcast in posture and gesture.
Now, if I merely mouth self interest as a quaint heroic ideology-I would be in constant war. I would pose as a crusader attempting to manufacture my preferred experiences over my manufactured disagreements.
If I am completely devoid of observational ability my exercising of self interest would become me as my preferences and my disagreements become placed on the big bad world.
I travel in all these spaces, and still no closer to knowing what self or space may be. This situation could be worst- I could believe I know what I do not know.
There is an opening I in immediatism but what I?
If I am fully engaged in self interests I would observe my self interest and would regard my self interest and note how I broadcast in posture and gesture.
Now, if I merely mouth self interest as a quaint heroic ideology-I would be in constant war. I would pose as a crusader attempting to manufacture my preferred experiences over my manufactured disagreements.
If I am completely devoid of observational ability my exercising of self interest would become me as my preferences and my disagreements become placed on the big bad world.
I travel in all these spaces, and still no closer to knowing what self or space may be. This situation could be worst- I could believe I know what I do not know.
There is an opening I in immediatism but what I?
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A MONOLOGUE
Monologues my drug!
On stage a monologue can reveal more of a character in one deft blah blah, but with me nah! My monologue is like a dissonant chorus! It is not like on stage where the chorus provides conscience and information to the hero/victim- in my head no way! In my head the chorus seems like competing hawkers pawning choices in an overcrowded mall, the are all trying to make the close by appealing to my preferences, or by promises of erasing a disagreement.
My head, my head what is this?
Each hawker in their pitch are speaking to different parts of my body some to my shoulders, others to my knees, others to my gut, others to my genital, and some to the head.
Wait there may be a way out of this!
I am being provided spins that appeal to different aspects of my body, and after the war of attrition expends enough energy one will be the temporary king. Why be dazzled by the hawkers when I can place my attention on the different aspects of my body? Hearing each request and then cunningly inform my parts of the other parts requests which can contextualize this desire body. Hearing- the parts create a buzz and the parts attending are now sharing attention and the various demands are diminished. If this accord can endure I may even be able to dance in a wide open field!
No field now, I speculated and the monologue wants more space to fill! ‘Monos’ is the Latin word for one, and the medieval Christian’s consider it a divine name. Today every solo rant in our common parlance is called a monologue. Does this make us God like? Or is it an attempt to run from God? Obey in Latin means to listen-am I obeying God?
On stage a monologue can reveal more of a character in one deft blah blah, but with me nah! My monologue is like a dissonant chorus! It is not like on stage where the chorus provides conscience and information to the hero/victim- in my head no way! In my head the chorus seems like competing hawkers pawning choices in an overcrowded mall, the are all trying to make the close by appealing to my preferences, or by promises of erasing a disagreement.
My head, my head what is this?
Each hawker in their pitch are speaking to different parts of my body some to my shoulders, others to my knees, others to my gut, others to my genital, and some to the head.
Wait there may be a way out of this!
I am being provided spins that appeal to different aspects of my body, and after the war of attrition expends enough energy one will be the temporary king. Why be dazzled by the hawkers when I can place my attention on the different aspects of my body? Hearing each request and then cunningly inform my parts of the other parts requests which can contextualize this desire body. Hearing- the parts create a buzz and the parts attending are now sharing attention and the various demands are diminished. If this accord can endure I may even be able to dance in a wide open field!
No field now, I speculated and the monologue wants more space to fill! ‘Monos’ is the Latin word for one, and the medieval Christian’s consider it a divine name. Today every solo rant in our common parlance is called a monologue. Does this make us God like? Or is it an attempt to run from God? Obey in Latin means to listen-am I obeying God?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Mind Paradox
A mind paradox!
Mind is inherent culture, it is all that that I subscribe to whether by acceptance or by rejection. All that I have subscribed to is filed through out my physical form, different books of my personal mythology nestled in my muscular system. Every emotion that I have attended to or not emits from regions of my body, If I want to know my mind then I have to attend to my form, feelings and thoughts in real time. This is the mind that I attend to, seeing with a naked gaze, so many blemishes. Not getting enthused or appalled in the gaze, at times an arousing of thought manifests, and something that is not one of my own responds! Is this another mind! If that was mind and that was mind, what mind would mind not be? Or perhaps that first mind is the gate of the labyrinth that appears to be a labyrinth- but is not! Only after I start to see in the present without references I see what I was seeing was not what I was seeing or seemingly so!
Mind is inherent culture, it is all that that I subscribe to whether by acceptance or by rejection. All that I have subscribed to is filed through out my physical form, different books of my personal mythology nestled in my muscular system. Every emotion that I have attended to or not emits from regions of my body, If I want to know my mind then I have to attend to my form, feelings and thoughts in real time. This is the mind that I attend to, seeing with a naked gaze, so many blemishes. Not getting enthused or appalled in the gaze, at times an arousing of thought manifests, and something that is not one of my own responds! Is this another mind! If that was mind and that was mind, what mind would mind not be? Or perhaps that first mind is the gate of the labyrinth that appears to be a labyrinth- but is not! Only after I start to see in the present without references I see what I was seeing was not what I was seeing or seemingly so!
Please remind -what is mind?
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