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doctor-baron-joseph-uphoff
doctor-baron-joseph-uphoff
American Dr. Baron Joseph Uphoff is an artist practicing in the fine arts, differential logic, indefinite poetry, and expressive photography. In writing he confines his words to the meanings in the dictionary but prefers the written image to be enigmatic or irrational; this is a form of surrealist, prose poetry.
"...There are presumably images in the experience of lower animals...They have not that future and past which gives them, so to speak, any rights as such..." -- George Herbert Mead. Lower being a term relative to concepts like the limbs of trees or the position in a list, only a careful, philosophical assessment was capable of blooming as a flower from the starfish to the stars. The past was an increment creating a (perfected, preferred) series of growths unfolding by the propagation of a (blueprint, dream). The dreams quantized ideology to make the receptivity and the discoveries made by grape hyacinths or hardy grass. [ d _ cos ln d ( g , h ) P ( t ) ] = { [ tau n ( u ) d I ] / ( d e ) } : int F ( B ) d I = dfn q ( r ) d r . Best liked was the colorful effect of self enthusiasm, bringing shade, from the darkness to the twilight, of the trees. Yet, the animals had learned to grow claws and legs. Were the birds not learning to fly? Striving brought a weight of labor, the years were fading into prehistory. Predestiny had been a decision by tulips. Disturbances had been required to bring evolution. Insects were living a fantasy with flowers. This looked across to obscurity. Those hidden were not like those dancing.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Powerful Rights As Aptitudes
"...Motus autem veros ex eorum causis, effectibus & apparentibus differentijs colligere, & contra, ex motibus seu veris seu apparentibus, eorum causas & effectus, docebitur fusius in sequentibus..." D. Isaaci Newtoni. There will be a sequence of unexpected statements. We understood, that this was said which likened the beginning to the continuation. It was the orchard from which delicious fruits displayed their love for the taste of them, the meanings. Seeds were harvested through the dimly perceived writings of ancient scholars. { [ c exp tan r ( x ) d w d r ] / ( d x ) } = { [ ( k , h ) tau int g ( r ) d w d t ] / ( d f d v ) } . Visited in the course of evolution, all realized the implication, that seasons would arrive from which the meeting of machines would be complementary like the force of a sports team. The objects gathering into droplets included the growth of sunlight transforming ashes; yet the dictionary is not to change.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
World Wide Webster With Tendencies
"...Let the pines grow out of my skin. Winds howl in my mouth..." --James A. Ciletti. Let the cylinders be there to connect the lonely, grating bones, above the level of the rational falls of water and the pictures, so inspired that They like to appear on stage to whistle as vapors rising through the spout. The moon is smiling down upon the frost of the equation. Perhaps, no animal has been hopping through pristine squares of frozen falling, remembering the singular match, the leaf leaving. { [ d _ ind del d j e ( m ) ] / ( d e ) } = min y ( N , Z ) d t - C . Coldness was like the presence and solutions to incredible problems, growing worse, while others, watching, stood, silently observant, hoping to help, but the springs in the agreements were the assistance for the splashing colors, anticipated and arriving as a series of blades removing lovely, warm weather.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
We Allow Visions Of Eccentric Pines
"...Ut si globi duo ad datam ab invicem distantiam filo intercedente connexi, revolverentur ur circa commune gravitatis centrum..." D. Isaaci Newtoni. From the level of the sea with its worlds of similarity and wonders of nature attracting beautiful birds, these ships fled to find the swirl reaching through to the floor. The ocean bed was dampened with the tears seen by the floating machine. { [ ( r - 3 ) d d u d t t ( f ) x ] / [ ( x , P ) ] } = tau pi g ( y ; hyp N , par Z ) d w d x . Observation created a self reflection, whereby the cosmic engineers projected the video like winds from outer forests. Engines became magical reverberation arising, if a correct answer could be presented to exist, as quality persistence like pieces of candy. Glittering, colored fragments of glass were scattered along the shore, they all liked as much as they admired the inventor.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Ghost Of The Globe
"...Igitur quantitates relativae non sunt eae ipsae quantitates quarum nomina prae se ferunt, sed earum mensurae illae sensibilis (verae an errantes) quibus vulgus loco mensuratarum utitur..." --D. Isaaci Newtoni. Time did not relent under the force of speculation. The only trees that could be seen were in the photographs beyond the reach of the faltering jeep. Although it was claimed that such a rugged machine would endure the longer journeys, truth explained that the truck had grown old. It had a ferocious grill to protect the radiator. cos ln q ( u ) d P d e = mu chi v ( w ) d ( y , par Z ) d ( x , hyp N ) . The sense of protection fended off any result of error on the highway. Basic footing expressed the hardness, and the light, floating away, came from electric lamps, like eyes, glowing through dust. The name of the purpose implied that sensitive eyes disliked the sudden splash of illumination. It was true; the passengers did not like the expectation of more to come. The new engines were stronger and ran cooler.
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
The Eyes Of The Trees
"...In Tempore quoad ordinem successionis; in Spatio quoad ordinem situs locantur universa..." --D. Isaaci Newtoni, "Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica." Language was grown into the vines to make the food interesting. The animals, who evolved their own sustenance, drew synergy out of the completion which could not be expected to vary as a potential, a desire, in the course of the rise. From the deep cushion, something had repelled softness to surprise eternity within the inevitable vibration. This was comprehended by elephants and giraffes. < d _ exp ctn r ( x ) i ( r . k : K ) i ( h . c : C ) = { [ u t ( y ; N , Z ) d b ] / ( d v d x ) } > @ [ int int int n ( f ) d d d _ d e e e ] . del h . In the darkness of the cool months, the heat was measured at a single temperature, the universal presence of a glass of (cold, hot) water seeking the measure of the thermometer. The wolves measured it freezing. The lizards in the desert remembered the dreams of ants wandering to be described as particles of light.
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
THAT, WHICH WAS MISSING, NEVER RETURNED
"...Vis centripetae quantitas acceleratrix est ipsius mensura Velocitati proportionalis, quam dato tempore genrat..." --D. Isaaci Newtoni. Centipedes wobbled, hugging the ground, and they could expect only a few kindly moments, where the doctors watched to confirm their beliefs circling specific ideology, advancing the territory, dramatic, where the strength remained in proportion to that, which time generated by the flapping, dark wings in the cold, grey sky. There, also, flew the doves; a friendship between them indicated significance. The cold was hunger, around which, twirled an illusion. spin q ( _ ) d w = < { [ poem log P ( w ) d ( y ; N , Z ) d r ] / ( d t ) } + K > . As they wrapped themselves in a ball of tender arms, for the winter, they were spinning in two circles. Tiny animals, and the great size of the dear birds, did no loitering. Civility prevailed, and we all stayed within, an example for those floating in wind breakers, along the rain swept flinch reminding the ears of this prevalent pinch. The small book was thicker than the others, the great boulders were in pockets. The tiny eyes, the encyclopedias, were in sockets.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Better Living In Garden Homes
"...How terrible the stump of the woodmen, Their blunted shapes lumped under the sheets of snow..." --Roy Doughty From such a wrapping, the elegy proceeded, the last blanket tucked below the bare feelings extended, stripped of their green fingers like perception following thought into deflection. Abstractly, a silent museum held power against the hill at a slope of durable rock. This granite pulled thinking together in its form. { [ _ int f ( x ) d x d t = = del _ f ( x ) d g d E ] [ // ( y ; N , Z ) ] } . It was allowed to like the experimental results of making lumps under the sheets of summer, to be ironed and smelted by the industry of the particular set, upon whatever planet survival could be accepted, floating between work and the play of its imagined universe, the sheets folded and placed upon a shelf like numbers.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
The Belief And Responsibility Museum
"...here, where the blades in the ceiling interrupt... this...is the place you left home to get locked out from..." --Sally Van Doren. Step again, and we move along the haphazard course of tragic occurances expressed as the passage of news events. Elegant, the couple has immunity by the honor of necessary respect. In this perspective, looking at the ceiling we, all, see the patterns of the stars, currents of speculation and the influence from space. { [ _ q int r ( q ) ] / ( d e , d n ) } = [ d u _ ( x ) y ( N , Z ) ] . After it had gone away, the memory was a continuation. Each comparison left its emptiness; only the universe continued to be a ceiling above the (floor, bed). In the flowers, the next springs bouncing through their allotment, the years were reaching for a prominent eternity. The change of phase being self determined, like the space of quotation, the resolution adjusted the course of needed, pine forests, needed barrels of oil, rain, sustainable living becoming the fire of the rebuilding. This, we remembered with journalism by interpretation, pointing to importance.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
The Logic Of Empty Eyes
Chairs were creaking from the strain of ignorance, as the habit of ignorant anticipation gripped the edge of a creative moment to disrupt thoughts which hoped to choose the pastel colors of an expressive photograph. Rather than deep garden saturation, the light, fading to become ghosts of movement, offered a place of acceptance. Shrugs rounded the shoulders of the road, so it could be claimed that no responsibility hindered the development of suspension systems. Political levitation supported the dancers as they turned onto the public stage in a forum of occupation. The state of the street, in the absence of smooth nylon, brought the parachutes down to flutter, disconsolately, above the pavement. Single waves of regret were drawn to leave the stage, but, as this effort was declined, determination measured resolve based upon community options, described in the local papers. Setting the pages down, each day, the play became enamel baked onto the restoration and the satisfaction which kept them all together as a group. Certain curtains were raised, as others were lowered to close the door excluding the poor from the equal share of space related to the experiments of the place. Conversation by clerks sculpted freedom to crimp the brass cases in ways not accepted by sprites in mid flight. These were the colors in the ledger interpreted as shades of gray or flashing midnight blue, faint copper, and pearly white. Forces of education were dismissed as a superficial demonstration indicating the character, intensive. Thus, they were reaching for the money, but funding remained a gift offered only to those admired and, through the glass, profitable by cultural attributes. Some thought the process was the singular importance of an event. The dancers were dreaming, as they rehearsed. Another kind of artist discarded the event in favor of the documents and images meant to persist. These, the dancing players favored as memories to be contemplated, some to be cherished. Materialism, since it included spirit, ruled the transient existence experienced as joy. Perception brought enjoyment into being, yet when the unusual critic walked away, it was a dispossession. Other critics were members of the team.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Intensive Preoccupation For The Press
Chairs were creaking from the strain of ignorance, as the habit of ignorant anticipation gripped the edge of a creative moment to disrupt thoughts which hoped to choose the pastel colors of an expressive photograph. Rather than deep garden saturation, the light, fading to become ghosts of movement, offered a place of acceptance. Shrugs rounded the shoulders of the road, so it could be claimed that no responsibility hindered the development of suspension systems. Political levitation supported the dancers as they turned onto the public stage in a forum of occupation. The state of the street, in the absence of smooth nylon, brought the parachutes down to flutter, disconsolately, above the pavement. Single waves of regret were drawn to leave the stage, but, as this effort was declined, determination measured resolve based upon community options, described in the local papers. Setting the pages down, each day, the play became enamel baked onto the restoration and the satisfaction which kept them all together as a group. Certain curtains were raised, as others were lowered to close the door excluding the poor from the equal share of space related to the experiments of the place. Conversation by clerks sculpted freedom to crimp the brass cases in ways not accepted by sprites in mid flight. These were the colors in the ledger interpreted as shades of gray or flashing midnight blue, faint copper, and pearly white. Forces of education were dismissed as a superficial demonstration indicating the character, intensive. Thus, they were reaching for the money, but funding remained a gift offered only to those admired and, through the glass, profitable by cultural attributes. Some thought the process was the singular importance of an event. The dancers were dreaming, as they rehearsed. Another kind of artist discarded the event in favor of the documents and images meant to persist. These, the dancing players favored as memories to be contemplated, some to be cherished. Materialism, since it included spirit, ruled the transient existence experienced as joy. Perception brought enjoyment into being, yet when the unusual critic walked away, it was a dispossession. Other critics were members of the team.
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