Jun 29
the weird and wonderful:
marriage:
5,000 miles away
she might as well be living her
wife's life on the moon
and i'm stripped of oxygen
when no breath infuses
with words and there is no
coherent sparkle of
that dynamics that arrives at
such words from
a spaghetti soup of
gfiuwbnerfioqwnepvcjeoiurf
sdjdcvnqkvjewiurewiwerjkf
iurpwqvbxzuwdqtuwipejddsk
descent into sanity
or rather
how all the rules concerning
life and physics are easy
but we are adamant with the devil's
ego to uproot
the simple fact that god has no ego
so the devil impregnated us with his
ego and there's no concept
of original sin
but god asked the devil:
why are these creatures so docile?
i created them in my image
but they are just so docile
another failure like the dinosaurs
i was waiting for the lizard men of Uranus
to sprout from my creation
but none appeared
so obviously i had to send in the NUKE
and hey presto:
i waited
and then came the closest thing i could
muster:
the monkey came but i saw nothing
that's where you come in:
i will give them knowledge of evil:
i will need your ego
and i will give them knowledge of good:
i will feed them nothing
i will drive that crucifix that will become
the nail in the coffin into man
and tell them through many people
that i am without ego
it might be called lying or scheming
but you, dear devil: are a thinking creature
and man misunderstood you
as a sensual creature
when he emerged combining the two
rather bewildered
rather than ashamed because
SIN they called it:
when they forgot their birth of the consciousness
divergent the divergence consciousness
the catch-22
but it was not sin
i think dear friend you can't stomach
the darkness of the sensuality of these creatures
when you see them go beyond animal
and that's what happened in the garden
but no one had enough tongues in ***
to speak to so many godheads
and the godhead of the crow and the fox
and the crowd
and there is a separate identity when people come
to congregate in a Coliseum rather than a Church
there is an oath of celebration
i am not a thinking creature like you
and you were right
man conflated pure thought with the senses
and metaphors and out came toy you:
Iblis: of fire...
no... you arose from my nothing-self
my non-ego my anti-ego
and you saw man the sensual docile
sharpen his sexuality with the innocent trickle of thought
and you sat in that tree the green
lizard i envisioned to create the latex
and vinyl monkey fetish bedroom
and vincent van gogh and i never understood
the fascination of painters' concern for
inanimate objects like chairs
and the stillness before the photograph
and the blink of an eye
and the moment when you stop thinking
and narrating and the world is a great yawn
and i am the chasm
and you are the echo
and now comes the summer zenith and
the all england club is waiting
two weeks non stop 12h shifts
i'm in party mood:
bigger than Glastonbury
and you want your country back no you can't have it
i like masks and i like when masks come off
and people argue in shops about
being short-changed
and the older geezers are paying tribute
to Mammon the Taxman...
and Mammon as a Taxman is fair
but that's not to envy his riches
because i envy the paupers
and in the blistering focus of the Black Sun
on the warmest day in June
i will call it the first of July
i have a wife who is jealous that i still
keep in touch with a friend from high school
she thinks my friend from when i was
11 or 12 is going to be her
5,000 miles away
4 years or however many in
and we've only seen each other 3 times
in the space of a month
two weeks
6 weeks and me going over for almost 2 months
and if this is how all my relationships were
i already said to myself:
as i will say to her:
because another woman sitting next to me
polyamarous
she had her hair *******
but then after a quick break unfolded her hair
and was trying to keep me
in the realm of bees and flowers
and kept flicking and i was reading
her tattoos and i said i had a scar
and i didn't need tattoos
and that was weird
i was engaging in something new
and i don't know if liberating
but she called me an angel
and i said i can't i have a wife
but i didn't it was obvious there was a ring on
my finger
i just don't understand why my wife
thinks i'm so "dangerous" if i go to a social
event in a public place with one friend
and 4 strangers
because i think that's the best way to
keep the event of society
going the sort of event that society is
that is
what Pompeii was
to all of us
before we discovered the pre-history dynamic
of that sort of science
history is a science
it is not a humanistic topic
history is equivalent to chemistry
and physics and biology:
heavily on the biological side of being meticulous
and pedantic about facts and the fluidity of
knowledge: since knowing is not regurgitating facts
like a parrot
but history is a science
philosophy isn't a science
the amount of precision
you need for a chemistry experiment
the same precision need to write
about the life of Louis XIV
you need a killer glossary
and appendix
very scientific:
philosophy doesn't really use that scientific
rigidity
it's systematic but in philosophy becoming
systematic akin to Kant et al.
philosophy lost its pragmatism
Nietzsche thought philosophy should
return to a pragmatism but the problem
with that kind of "pragmatism":
aphorism and truth-bombing...
it leads to untested truths:
un-observable truths:
un-tested truths...
how can you test an observation akin to,
e.g.
the devil has the most extensive perspectives for God;
on that account he keeps so far away from him: -
the devil, in effect, as the oldest friend of knowledge....
where in common sense and history as science
is there serious talk of god or the devil?
surely history has a pale devil ******
and the copper devil the Great Khan...
really really bad ******* example!
but i guess that's the pinnacle of philosophy as a subject
i too would be of the conversion to write
in order to pass the message along
point being:
why is history deemed a humanism and not
a science?
i think Heidegger attempted to allude to that
in his black notebooks...
i'm sure of it:
because he felt trapped by philosophy
and i too would be trapped by philosophy
if i didn't have a background in chemistry
and history
and i loved that combination most
in terms of being confined to
dear mother pedagogy
before i learned the anti-pedagogy of my father
and there is the anti-pedagogy of the father
the Prodigal Son
and i suppose Christ is a bit confusing
because the whole affair
the drama he needed
to speak his message
and die peacefully...
i mean he could have spoken that message
and died sensibly with
a book of philosophy or poetry or allusions
to history in between some chemistry experiments
he could have spoken his message
i don't see how that translates
into modern soap opera
and him being crucified for those words:
words aside:
he must have been genuinely crucified for
something:
not as mundane in a world
of paganism and high masculine virility
and hyper feminine agility to be the Helen
of Troy and **** up eat the Harem of
the Trojan War
i mean Helen of Troy is like the ****-Eater
mother of Genghis Khan
how many men ****** her god knows
i mean how many dead men ****** her
she made slaves to Ares...
then there's Mary ******* ****** Salmonella
or whoever that Roman soldier was
and Joseph Cuck Jukebox later Henry
if you want a strength in Christianity
i suppose you need a very powerful
Secular / Pagan overlord
systems for society to be in place
but we live in a post-secular society
haven't you noticed?
we live in a post-secular society
you noticed the trend toward new spiritualism
i mean:
it's like what happened in America in the 1960s
or the anglosphere world
of toying with oriental beliefs
buddhism:
now we have to somehow understand
Islam or there's a small lefty Elite you disregarded
the European fancy for Orientals and
decided: right! gents! gents! we found truth in
Islam and we can somehow keep
Christianity!
i married a ******* Christian woman and
she gets ****** like i'm talking to her
******* son or what
i mean as a male
and my relationship with some sort
of divinity is probably best served with:
i am naked Adam
Naked Adam is my name:
i don't have a Jesus to follow unless i am
******* weak i
adventavit asinus
pulcher et fortissimus
the donkey has arrived
a puncher and the strongest of all
i almost had poacher on the tip of my zunge...
but so little... so discouraging from
the ordeal of actual interests...
or at least there was that amazing story
of state atheism
and how it was not so much
about the capitalism and the communism:
that came later
after all economics and how goods are
exchanged and money treated:
i wonder about the mystery of Islam
and money and how as a white man
i don't have the privilege to raise children
because the economic model affords me
but how Muslims don't pay interest on loans
and they probably don't have mortgages
and can breed like Rabbits
so i ask Muhammad to be my white Rabbit
if he is to have a fight with Christ
over superiority in monotheism
i ask Jesus the Donkey
and Muhammad the Rabbit to step up to
one of Aesop's fables about
five blind men touching up an Elephant
and Elephant can be Buddha and Hinduism
or rather Buddha can be the monkey
and Hinduism can be the Elaphant
but i need Jesus as donkey
Muhammad as the white rabbit
and i might find someone with
Jackal or Fox credentials from north Africa
i might
but i have no name...
for the time being the Eskimos and
the northern stretches of the human experience
are off bounds
there is no event of society
not the grandiosity i already know...
the west end the conerts
we have churches on these islands
CONGREGATIONS are not SOCIETIES...
and we don't have a cinema on Kauai
and i don't really like going to the cinema
the last time i actually went to
the cinema
i went to see the Fellowship of the Ring
10 times...
oh yeah... and i went to the cinema to watch Dune...
but not really into that sort curdling custard.
marriage:
5,000 miles away
she might as well be living her
wife's life on the moon
and i'm stripped of oxygen
when no breath infuses
with words and there is no
coherent sparkle of
that dynamics that arrives at
such words from
a spaghetti soup of
gfiuwbnerfioqwnepvcjeoiurf
sdjdcvnqkvjewiurewiwerjkf
iurpwqvbxzuwdqtuwipejddsk
descent into sanity
or rather
how all the rules concerning
life and physics are easy
but we are adamant with the devil's
ego to uproot
the simple fact that god has no ego
so the devil impregnated us with his
ego and there's no concept
of original sin
but god asked the devil:
why are these creatures so docile?
i created them in my image
but they are just so docile
another failure like the dinosaurs
i was waiting for the lizard men of Uranus
to sprout from my creation
but none appeared
so obviously i had to send in the NUKE
and hey presto:
i waited
and then came the closest thing i could
muster:
the monkey came but i saw nothing
that's where you come in:
i will give them knowledge of evil:
i will need your ego
and i will give them knowledge of good:
i will feed them nothing
i will drive that crucifix that will become
the nail in the coffin into man
and tell them through many people
that i am without ego
it might be called lying or scheming
but you, dear devil: are a thinking creature
and man misunderstood you
as a sensual creature
when he emerged combining the two
rather bewildered
rather than ashamed because
SIN they called it:
when they forgot their birth of the consciousness
divergent the divergence consciousness
the catch-22
but it was not sin
i think dear friend you can't stomach
the darkness of the sensuality of these creatures
when you see them go beyond animal
and that's what happened in the garden
but no one had enough tongues in ***
to speak to so many godheads
and the godhead of the crow and the fox
and the crowd
and there is a separate identity when people come
to congregate in a Coliseum rather than a Church
there is an oath of celebration
i am not a thinking creature like you
and you were right
man conflated pure thought with the senses
and metaphors and out came toy you:
Iblis: of fire...
no... you arose from my nothing-self
my non-ego my anti-ego
and you saw man the sensual docile
sharpen his sexuality with the innocent trickle of thought
and you sat in that tree the green
lizard i envisioned to create the latex
and vinyl monkey fetish bedroom
and vincent van gogh and i never understood
the fascination of painters' concern for
inanimate objects like chairs
and the stillness before the photograph
and the blink of an eye
and the moment when you stop thinking
and narrating and the world is a great yawn
and i am the chasm
and you are the echo
and now comes the summer zenith and
the all england club is waiting
two weeks non stop 12h shifts
i'm in party mood:
bigger than Glastonbury
and you want your country back no you can't have it
i like masks and i like when masks come off
and people argue in shops about
being short-changed
and the older geezers are paying tribute
to Mammon the Taxman...
and Mammon as a Taxman is fair
but that's not to envy his riches
because i envy the paupers
and in the blistering focus of the Black Sun
on the warmest day in June
i will call it the first of July
i have a wife who is jealous that i still
keep in touch with a friend from high school
she thinks my friend from when i was
11 or 12 is going to be her
5,000 miles away
4 years or however many in
and we've only seen each other 3 times
in the space of a month
two weeks
6 weeks and me going over for almost 2 months
and if this is how all my relationships were
i already said to myself:
as i will say to her:
because another woman sitting next to me
polyamarous
she had her hair *******
but then after a quick break unfolded her hair
and was trying to keep me
in the realm of bees and flowers
and kept flicking and i was reading
her tattoos and i said i had a scar
and i didn't need tattoos
and that was weird
i was engaging in something new
and i don't know if liberating
but she called me an angel
and i said i can't i have a wife
but i didn't it was obvious there was a ring on
my finger
i just don't understand why my wife
thinks i'm so "dangerous" if i go to a social
event in a public place with one friend
and 4 strangers
because i think that's the best way to
keep the event of society
going the sort of event that society is
that is
what Pompeii was
to all of us
before we discovered the pre-history dynamic
of that sort of science
history is a science
it is not a humanistic topic
history is equivalent to chemistry
and physics and biology:
heavily on the biological side of being meticulous
and pedantic about facts and the fluidity of
knowledge: since knowing is not regurgitating facts
like a parrot
but history is a science
philosophy isn't a science
the amount of precision
you need for a chemistry experiment
the same precision need to write
about the life of Louis XIV
you need a killer glossary
and appendix
very scientific:
philosophy doesn't really use that scientific
rigidity
it's systematic but in philosophy becoming
systematic akin to Kant et al.
philosophy lost its pragmatism
Nietzsche thought philosophy should
return to a pragmatism but the problem
with that kind of "pragmatism":
aphorism and truth-bombing...
it leads to untested truths:
un-observable truths:
un-tested truths...
how can you test an observation akin to,
e.g.
the devil has the most extensive perspectives for God;
on that account he keeps so far away from him: -
the devil, in effect, as the oldest friend of knowledge....
where in common sense and history as science
is there serious talk of god or the devil?
surely history has a pale devil ******
and the copper devil the Great Khan...
really really bad ******* example!
but i guess that's the pinnacle of philosophy as a subject
i too would be of the conversion to write
in order to pass the message along
point being:
why is history deemed a humanism and not
a science?
i think Heidegger attempted to allude to that
in his black notebooks...
i'm sure of it:
because he felt trapped by philosophy
and i too would be trapped by philosophy
if i didn't have a background in chemistry
and history
and i loved that combination most
in terms of being confined to
dear mother pedagogy
before i learned the anti-pedagogy of my father
and there is the anti-pedagogy of the father
the Prodigal Son
and i suppose Christ is a bit confusing
because the whole affair
the drama he needed
to speak his message
and die peacefully...
i mean he could have spoken that message
and died sensibly with
a book of philosophy or poetry or allusions
to history in between some chemistry experiments
he could have spoken his message
i don't see how that translates
into modern soap opera
and him being crucified for those words:
words aside:
he must have been genuinely crucified for
something:
not as mundane in a world
of paganism and high masculine virility
and hyper feminine agility to be the Helen
of Troy and **** up eat the Harem of
the Trojan War
i mean Helen of Troy is like the ****-Eater
mother of Genghis Khan
how many men ****** her god knows
i mean how many dead men ****** her
she made slaves to Ares...
then there's Mary ******* ****** Salmonella
or whoever that Roman soldier was
and Joseph Cuck Jukebox later Henry
if you want a strength in Christianity
i suppose you need a very powerful
Secular / Pagan overlord
systems for society to be in place
but we live in a post-secular society
haven't you noticed?
we live in a post-secular society
you noticed the trend toward new spiritualism
i mean:
it's like what happened in America in the 1960s
or the anglosphere world
of toying with oriental beliefs
buddhism:
now we have to somehow understand
Islam or there's a small lefty Elite you disregarded
the European fancy for Orientals and
decided: right! gents! gents! we found truth in
Islam and we can somehow keep
Christianity!
i married a ******* Christian woman and
she gets ****** like i'm talking to her
******* son or what
i mean as a male
and my relationship with some sort
of divinity is probably best served with:
i am naked Adam
Naked Adam is my name:
i don't have a Jesus to follow unless i am
******* weak i
adventavit asinus
pulcher et fortissimus
the donkey has arrived
a puncher and the strongest of all
i almost had poacher on the tip of my zunge...
but so little... so discouraging from
the ordeal of actual interests...
or at least there was that amazing story
of state atheism
and how it was not so much
about the capitalism and the communism:
that came later
after all economics and how goods are
exchanged and money treated:
i wonder about the mystery of Islam
and money and how as a white man
i don't have the privilege to raise children
because the economic model affords me
but how Muslims don't pay interest on loans
and they probably don't have mortgages
and can breed like Rabbits
so i ask Muhammad to be my white Rabbit
if he is to have a fight with Christ
over superiority in monotheism
i ask Jesus the Donkey
and Muhammad the Rabbit to step up to
one of Aesop's fables about
five blind men touching up an Elephant
and Elephant can be Buddha and Hinduism
or rather Buddha can be the monkey
and Hinduism can be the Elaphant
but i need Jesus as donkey
Muhammad as the white rabbit
and i might find someone with
Jackal or Fox credentials from north Africa
i might
but i have no name...
for the time being the Eskimos and
the northern stretches of the human experience
are off bounds
there is no event of society
not the grandiosity i already know...
the west end the conerts
we have churches on these islands
CONGREGATIONS are not SOCIETIES...
and we don't have a cinema on Kauai
and i don't really like going to the cinema
the last time i actually went to
the cinema
i went to see the Fellowship of the Ring
10 times...
oh yeah... and i went to the cinema to watch Dune...
but not really into that sort curdling custard.
