The son of Jung, Achilles
(This is after and during a second or third time through
Jung, by Anthony Stevens, via Hoopla brought to me by LAPL)
libraries with online audiobooks,
isn't that closer to perfect? Imagine
knowing CG Jung's dad was Achilles Jung,
epic, knowing that
back when only real, material-real, rich folk,
(they could not have known, but we can, on a smart phone)
of any sort of the many there were in the co-fusion's aftermath
much of the world may agree with things once hidden in tomes
being eaten by mindless worms, now
no known thing is secret, by right
truth makes free and it's a system.
dynamic
free true free true free
We ident-ify it or id
what ever I and d
these ids (letter i and letter d as a pre
fix identifying us, u'n'me but only I am re-alified,
set to iseate
(is-e-ate is individuation for an idea, this or that, which may be verbalized
prior to re-alization)
t' be for a while, as long as you wish, t'
be fixed ideas in the minds of all
minds culturally touched
by this particular
point of
been
as
in been there done that.
Time is nothing at all
like mortals think
ing no no nothing is re
alone is rare. For us, my pieces of the unum,
we are here as ever.
ever is our role.
guides are made
however, we have noticed a scarcity of read writers
aware of pin points of light expanding
on the walls of his nursery window, nur turer, real mmmmm
screen
really must we be limited forever is ly lying as in
acting positive while being negative and being
entangled
in your self for ever, never for now,
you don't know how.
do you?
ex
per
ienced, per se, are ye?
be yond. yes. be
yond. practice makes perfect, bact to the top
erie canalic real
tote that veil, hide that barge
camptown lasies sang some songs
wrong, as did the ******* minstrels
and gamblers and bedroll
cowboys and hobos
and plain bums,
like us.
You were curious. Does yellow mean anything
to you?
Murrillo, with y's for ll, maybe? ¿ se?
--- un told stories ---
none remain, in re al ity, if we agree
nothing is ever impossible, even
for sapiens sapiens, how much
more, the us in the unum
previously pluribus,
scatter-brained,
that is.
id est, at its best. Muse.
Homeostatic balance,
hot to cool, cold to warm
round and round
twisted in the middle
by Van Allen's belt, or Orion's?
I never asked. I could,
right now I COULD WISH SO BAD THA I'D
not notice allcaps from the teenage wasteland,
(mea culpa, I bury all my misses there, take one, free)
as I,
the grown up number two, I mean,
I was saying I could stop this flow, interefer, dam it
I could ask Google and follow ath
the real thing either real or
otherwise, yet
wise, still.
How well will we be? Should we not
agree, un agree disperse the mob?
become a one, with a mind
we may share, at will,
reason, count, measure, make, see, seek how, find how, learn how
now,
why are you a ware of me while I am
ware of you.
An unread, unspoken spell. What the hell, right?
What the chaos, entropy, dis
integrate
wash away, mud to dust to twisting spirtis seen dancing
dust, this highest part of the dust of the earth,
time will tell, the physician must heal himself.
---
the art of letting things
haps
hap
pen, pen or ready-writer mode,
we can do this, but we must
be leaving the ality re all o'this reality.
And it has been fun, un done
fun is never the final goal.
be yond that. Search okeh. It was
intentended in tension-ality
to be the key we
as u me mist
when we
lied about being
experienced in the comunicito, (wee ity bity)
do you know of
the transfiguration, I was asked that
southside of Sunset at Laurel Canyon, by
that TV kung fu cowboy guy's dad,
Carradine, the old man,
from scary movies,
circa 1960.
that was fun. it happened. nobody noticed,
but me and the elder Carradine.
Real, as best as my memory just
ifies me right there,
that day, there
is where
this point was proven to be
memorable, a point
of a pin, 'pon whose head
merry messengers make nothing of
darkness, shadow, thin light.
Member be, re member
we see you saw
re all ity-ness is fun, if you find time to do it.
Typical assumptions of a man born in his time
and so
cial class. Social, is that a joke?
Follow me, don't be ignorant of a fine refined use,
right use of ordinariable words which have
born the burden of the ages
patiently, awaiting meaning,
on your scale,
the me as sure of the other in the unem,
the measure of a man, any
old man, still standing
under all the knowing Eve ever knows,
hope and time and all this took.
The price of knowing,
is the knowing, learning is easy
At home by right of being, we are such
beings, in a word, two if you reason there is
measurable ratio twixt
iiii in and am out, yamiyam ah yeh
we do. Allatimenolie, my will. The inside
the numinosity of being
me and you in the midst of all we may imagine real,
no, hell, yesses, hell is still a joke you never want to play.
ax Mr. Boo, he was my guide in Bangkok
read the reports, they are more,
nevermind, let's not let the
lie live here. the the right man thinking this thought
at this time, right
Each magi's knowing is the only knowing he can share,
without playing I pious fraud and naming it
legion, re
legion ligated to ob la dee and dah?
Joke, jest, foolish jest. Not my best but better'n
never imagi-ing bein' good at all.
Good for nothing but
being possible
ly
good to the sense-if-ative troglodytes
with one lit window on reality. It's funny. POV. Seriously
lighten up
you putin me
beyond your grasp… winsome, alas
If it makes you feel, good, y' know. 's all I got, fer now.
