Weave we've woven a web...
What I said, what I said, what I said
we been sayin all a long

Oh the futurists mythed the inter-resting-time

This man fears population explosions, he is speaking in 1991,

I'd built my great 100 by 75 miles ten stories building resting place where ten billion story tellers could hide and watch whaat's
comin' down.
By then, decades before, in the desert twixt Vegas and L.A.
I asked this guy who actually wanted in my pants,
I sat on the window silly V double you, did he know,
I asked, no, I told him, after I had been starring at the stars for some time, this time that'ime, when I think about it,
I told that guy the whole world was waiting,
suffering,
await'n' the frontal cortex maturation of the sons 'oGod.
I said "and I'm one." Don't touch.

My private calfornia became my private arizona and neo and river chose idaho, ( no, that idaho, that was a movie-story)... not part of the rite

that was the legend of the clan, when we had electrix. That ride set an I'll-go-rythm of if/then/else switches to HIGH honor if-ic.
If.
If you can keep your head... the rest, true rest, is history.

we know a voice who swore he was there when "Been there, done that"
became an
eternal cliche of the gods.

We are participating in the future. We are thinking.

---
that hapt the same night as the discovery of the perfect-ish
four sided pyramid of charcoal brickets burning one
at at at a time
touch another to the glowing pile on the sand...
(audio)
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why are ficts so far from the facts in the matters that matter

re-lig-em leg-it-am-it-all, damitalkenslowdown

so re-lig me to my ide-idea, beware

We seen this coming do you? This is thirty years ago we know, this we know this we

we are in sanity, as insanity is the only way to packitin
sane sorts of things that all must touch in order
to re
main sane. You know, you know. That makes lying im-possible or null-possil-be
per se.
Word.Righton. Trooph truckah! ToA allaway Found

a calico cat of the old school sawdust variety.
if you,
if you see her, please de-if her re-onance, it's chipped.
You can keep her, if I can say such things here and not be thought an ownery old cuss,
clammering through empty lobster tails to see what the attraction may have been,

Back. Then we are not
off track or trail, etched acid canyon of silicon paved with godelsufferingold, by golly, I'd be live if I could see my way clear to walk such streets at
the speed of light
no, gravity and no, too slow,
thought.
ought... that's a thought
not... that's a thought
ought... that's a differ'nt thought, takes time...
that's a thought you could spend thinking it. You get nowhere.
now and then we find clusters of ideas in time, as if they buble from some spring in the headwaters of the mind we matter in

Der Lesenmann, bitte, kanst do lesen? O h, dear reader, take my hand, my phantom hand, the one I never lost, tell me

did you enjoy our journey, so far...

Weave a ways, weave a ways to go. If this and that cross
again
we may hear what that preach meant to say, thaat day
o'visitation, way back when.

olden time. grand mals time to meditate sign-ate de-sign-ate,

Dada do we know when we know, when we are two and the past is, too.
Papa do you know the big bang is the answer everyone found, in the olden days when you were ten?
Oh I read about that backthen, I was twelve. Weekly Reader kept my gang informed, or Me, and I told all my friends, my listeners who did not read but needed to pass the current events test.
Now, we all a passin' those ****** one time at atime

Upon my word, begin...

Already, a conscious courage is coming to life.
Here are some of the painters: Picasso, Braque,
Delaunay, Le Fauconnier; they are highly enlightened,
& do not believe in the stability of any system,
even if it were to call itself classical art.
Their reason is poised between the pursuit
of the fleeting and a mania for the eternal.
Quote of Jean Metzinger Note sur la Peinture (1910)
[the Cubist painters who]              continued to paint objects motionless, frozen, &                                                   all the static aspects of Nature;
they worship the traditionalism of                  w:Poussin, of w:Ingres, of Corot,     ageing & petrifying their art
      with an obstinate attachment to the past,
      which to our eyes remains totally incomprehensible;
                            Is it indisputable that several aesthetic
declarations of our French comrades
[the Cubists in Paris] display
a sort of masked academicism.
It is not, indeed, a return to
the Academy to declare that
the subject, in painting, has
a perfectly insignificant value?
To paint from the posing model
as an absurdity, and an act of
mental cowardice, even if the model
be translated upon the picture in linear,
spherical and cubic forms;
Quotes by Boccioni in his text
of 'Les exposants au public' - exh.
Cat. Galerie Bernheim-Jeune,                      February 1912, pp. 2, 3
Get all the information you can about the Cubists,
                 & about Georges Braque and Pablo Picasso. Go to Kahnweilers' art gallery. And if he's got photos of recent works –
                              produced after I left -,
buy one or two. Bring us the Futurists in Italy,
like Boccioni himself;                          back all the information you can get.
Quote of Boccioni,                                in a letter to Gino Severini,
staying in Paris in the Summer of 1911;                     as quoted in Futurism,
ed. Didier Ottinger; Centre Pompidou /
5 Continents Editions, Milan, 2008, p. 27.
We [the Futurists] must smash,
demolish and destroy our traditional harmony,
which makes us fall into a 'gracefullness'
created by timid and sentimental cubs
[this denigrating word refers to the French Cubists].
Quote by Boccioni in his 'Sculptural Manifesto' of 1912;
as quoted in Futurism, ed. By Didier Ottinger;
Centre Pompidou / 5 Continents Editions, Milan, 2008                    Is it indisputable that several aesthetic declarations
of our French comrades the Cubists display a sort of masked
academicism;   It is not, indeed, a return to the Academy
   to declare that the subject, in painting,
        has a perfectly insignificant value?
To paint from the posing model as an absurdity,
& an act of mental cowardice, even if the model
be translated upon the picture in linear,
                    spherical and cubic forms;
Quote of Boccioni, in 'Les exposants au public' - exh. Cat. Galerie Bernheim-Jeune, February 1912 pp. 2, 3.
The square is not a subconscious form.
It is the creation of intuitive reason. The face of the new art.
The square is a living, regal infant. The first step of pure creation in art.
Quote of Kazimir Malevich,
in 'From Cubism and Futurism to Suprematism: The New Realism in Painting' (November 1916)
Unless we are to condemn all modern painting,
we must regard cubism as legitimate, for it continues modern methods,
& we should see in it the only conception
of pictorial art now possible.
In other words, at this moment cubism is painting.

Quote of Albert Gleizes, Jean Metzinger,
in Du "Cubisme", Edition Figuière, Paris, 1912
(First English edition: Cubism, T. Fisher Unwin, London, 1913)
To understand Cézanne is to foresee Cubism.
Henceforth we are justified in saying that
between this school and previous manifestations
there is only a difference of intensity,
& that in order to assure ourselves
of this we have only to study the methods
of this realism, which, departing from the superficial
reality of Courbet, plunges with Cézanne
into profound reality, growing luminous
as it forces the unknowable to retreat.
Quote of Albert Gleizes, Jean Metzinger,
Du "Cubisme", Edition Figuière, Paris, 1912 (First English edition: Cubism, T. Fisher Unwin, London, 1913)

head to toe kissing


I   the mundane

moonlight madnesses, a possessive noun,
commissions gravitational pulls that disobey and obey
laws of interstellar loving. The antique modalities once and forever, forever laying still, stilled in places of antiquities and historical need, are thundershower and hail rudely reawakened, the undertow of
pull and push, the yanking hands  of need for others, for others,
it’s the explosive-knowledge, the opening of the old kitbag of perpetual principles, that crazy head to toe kissing is no less necessary, more so, than the computation of the total breaths mundane, unnoticed even now as I write of them, that we will count from that very first, in deed, they are one and the same, like the same
kisses given from head to toe

II   the profane

at the first, the body insists, I am but a long haul trailer, no taxi me,
cargo and passengers, are my quatrain accompaniments,
traveling companions boon, my own toons, too soon disembarked,
songs of parents and lovers, children and others, your visage passed
without your permission, but with your happy encouragement,
to generations that will see things that futurists dare not
even mention, but the profane urge to warn them all, kisses from head to toe, elevates, and overcomes...so when most of my names dusted with forgetfulness, lost in the waves, my scorching soft lips will be recalled just as an airy flight of light brushing upon a newborn’s eyelids just at the moment of birth.  A rustling more felt than heard, the ****** and bruised carrying body will sensate and instantly forget, but nonetheless transmit genetically, that the profane of birth and life renewing can be only washed away, when past and future, recalled and recreated, kisses from head to toes, dripping with softening saltwater tears, a chemical organic reagent of creation,
inside the histories of head to toe kissing

III  the insane

so when, somewhere, some place, a man’s body prepares  
tous ses adieux, his memory foolishly sane and strong,
his wasted paper bag container ship, rust bucketed,
crinkled and wrinkled, skin folding in on itself, hanging to bones
by stretched sinews and tendons that no longer tend to business,
loosened and gangly, they hang on barely to the bare nakedness of
evolutionary processes, mostly not, offset, by the tenderizing effects of kisses, from invisible attendees,  unconscious they,
willingly and unwillingly, offering farewells in actuality...
head to toes, noses to belly buttons, tatted, tattered, and still tasted by dying cells.  It’s insane to think it’s even possible  one retains each and all, but he does, those few given, those few  millions he gave away for cheap belly laughs and poems, decade upon decade accumulated are the totality of him, all of them free and sealed in kisses from head to toes

At first they’ll say
It’s set in gold
Longevity
No growing old
Prosperity
For everyone
As boundless growth
Eclipses sun
And underneath
Utopian
Pretensions
Lies the rot therein
Mutations
Modified to be
Perfection
Specimens to see
What we in all
Our vanity
Have made of genes
And cells
And DNA
And God itself  
Just fades away
Awaiting Brave New Worlds
In which
Our human nature
Is the glitch
And with it switched
For automation
No more signs of life
To station
Out in space
Among the stars
Replaced by colonists
On Mars
And flying cars
Are eco-friendly
All remaining species
Envy
What they promised
Was in store
For those who pay
A little more

I was clicking through the Sonogram Network
checking the rear-view to see what's next
it may be reality but is it a necessary reality
where anything out of the ordinary is signal
oh boy another uninvited anomaly
feeding time for my forehead demon
meant I had to go on vowel patrol
because the network was ancient with consonants
and invented malicious contours of meaning
that could be written but not pronounced
knowing that thoughts control other thoughts
if that were a key what lock would it fit
his crime was an addiction to accuracy
saved by measurement time and again
then another accursed round of inner blackmail
and extortion from the catacomb moralists
civilization had gone tiger ******* mad
riding the carousel beast to their doom
leaving the steps of their TV studio ziggurats
slippery with fresh blood and beating hearts
for the contemporary retro-futurists
storming the fortifications of ignorance
with the Sunday horoscope as a map
he threw up his shrugging hands
in collective handcuffed exasperation
sleep with a pistol next to your yarbles
if you want to make a difference
in the modern world paranormal or not
now that daring had devolved to hypochondria
storming the fortifications of ignorance
with the Sunday horoscope as a road map
the ******* had so many hidden agendas
underlying rather than lying per se
making me listen alert to my muse
because her beauty sees through me also
only in a manner I can tolerate
guardian angels scream in my face
all is derived from something else
oh well enough flickers and you have light
the air becomes pearly and serene
an explanation or two never hurts
**** the covert menace go play
rattle cages make the parrots squawk
how many ideologies preach fun
the last thing he said was
no time like the present
as moonlight bore into the earth
and sanity had become a necessity
even if there is no reason
there soon will be

The roots of Dada are in the vanguard
of the pre-war. The term anti-art,
a precursor of Dada, was coined by Marcel
Duchamp around 1913 to characterize works
that defy accepted definitions of art. Cubism
and the development of collage and abstract
art inform the detachment
of the movement from the limitations
of reality and convention. The work of French
poets, Italian Futurists and German Expressionists
would influence Dada's rejection of the close
correlation between words and meaning. Works
such as Ubu Roi 1896 by Alfred Jarry, and ballet
Parade 1916-17 by Erik Satie would also be
characterized as proto-dadaist works.
The principles of Dada's movement
were first compiled in the Dada Manifesto
by Hugo Ball in 1916. The Dadaist movement
included public meetings, demonstrations
and publication of literary / art magazines; Passionate
coverage of art, politics and culture were topics
that were often discussed in a variety of media.
The key figures of the movement were Hugo Ball,
Marcel Duchamp, Emmy Hennings, Hans Arp,
Sophie Taeuber-Arp, Raoul Hausmann,
Hannah Höch, Johannes Baader, Tristan Tzara,
Francis Picabia, Huelsenbeck, George Grosz,
John Heartfield, Man Ray, Beatrice Wood,
Kurt Schwitters, Hans Richter, Max Ernst
and Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
among others. The movement influenced later
styles such as avant-garde and downtown musical
movements, and groups that included surrealism,
nouveau réalisme, pop art and Fluxus.
The development of a rattle classification system
became a topical issue, since the new experimental
techniques found by many of them revealed
that everything cannot be elementary. These discoveries
made Wolfgang Pauli shout: "If I predict it, I will go
to the botanist". Advises the students Enrico Fermi
and León Rederman. "If I could remember the name
of these particles, I would be a botanist," who was
at the forefront of many of these developments,
including these new Nobel Prize systems, including
Luis Alvarez. The construction of the hammer
as a limited condition of fewer sections will organize
your "zoo".                                                 Some of the first meson proposals, such as Enrico Fermi, Chen-Ning Yang in 1949
and Sakata in 1956, were successful, but they could
not compensate and could not explain all Dada.
The Gel-Man-Nishijima formula developed
by Murray Gel-Man and Kazuhiko Nishijima
led to an eight-way classification invented
by Gel-Man in 1961 with important independent
contributions from Yuval Ne'eman. Organize HIS (3)
Expression of multiples of approximately the same
mass, octave and Dickle due to strong interaction.
Smaller mass differences associated with the quantum
number of flavors that do not appear to be a strong
interaction. The Gel-Man-Okubo tissue formulated
the quantification of these small differences in mass
between the multichannel members, controlled
by the distribution of the explicit symmetry of SU
(3). A basic bidirectional member, B-baryon spin-3/2,
was an important predictor of this classification.
Gel-Man received the Nobel Prize for Physics
approximately eight times in 1969, after having
been discovered in experiments at the National
Laboratory, Brookhaven. Finally, in 1964, Gel-Man
and George Zweig independently received What is
The Image Encoding? Eight times they made a start-up
and made the underlying scheme unpredictable
and possibly unobservable, and the classification
was more simply encoded into a narrow economic
structure in eight ways. The differences in the Hadron
mass were associated with different masses of quark
components. It takes about 10 years for unexpected
nature and physical reality. These quarks are understood
in more detail (seen Quarks). Unlike intuition,
it cannot be considered in isolation from the birth
of color, the forms with other quarks are a complete
hero and provide a lot of indirect information about
the game captured. Instead, quarks help define
quantum chromodynamics, a basic theory that fully
describes powerful interactions. And now it is understood
that the eighth shape is the result of three light symmetrical
flavors.

It is believed that advanced civilization
techniques have emerged that allow
for tight curves, such as the distortions
of space and time. Complete the possibility
of traveling. This is a document that examines
this possibility, in other words. The violation
of causality in the final zone is not the final
curvature of the space-time feature. There
is no powerful Cauchy medium that does not
consist of closed land of incomplete production.
The geometric size measurements can be used
to determine the increase in the Lorentz area,
which will increase the closed geodesy. However...

Consider the following rambling missive a hybrid
with little or no idea, how when fingers of mine
pressed keys of their own volition,
I just sat back at enjoyed the evolution
and genesis of some extemporaneous
manifestation of culling out the essence
to make a feeble attempt at enlightening
the unsuspecting reader, who undoubtedly
cursed me up and down
the information superhighway
strewn with the detritus of absolute zero
sense and sensibility
engendering pride and prejudice
just book haws a figurative
flash in the pan yielded
prolific gibberish, an exercise
in writing stream of consciousness
just for the sake of loosing whimsical
thoughts that darted to and fro
hither and yon
within the creases and folds
at my laughable tabled contents
within me noggin.

Though not in the market to purchase additional computers (actually thoughts arose about upgrading from the Macbook Pro - MacBook Pro (Retina, 15-inch, Mid 2015), Processor - 2.2 GHz Quad-Core Intel Core i7, Memory -16 GB 1600 MHz DDR3, and methinks there might be the onset and basic manifestations of electronic version of alzheimer, Graphics - Intel Iris Pro 1536 MB, Serial Number -  - C02RR71SG8WN) since becoming aware the McAfee Virus protection cannot be upgraded due to the age of said laptop, but chronic fraudulent sabotage with Citizens Bank checking accounts compromised my meager funds, (I feel paranoid and unfairly targeted) necessitates immediate resolution (maybe even seriously considering fomenting a revolution number 9 as a tribute to the late John Lennon) as priority number one bumping aside any consideration to upgrade to a newer Apple product (preferably another MacBook Pro), and bitta bing bitta bang a fellow resident here at Highland Manor Apartments sold me an IPad for fifty dollars.

Hence what else to do about being at the receiving tight end and being bandied around like a football, (videlicet a series of bank fraudulent unfortunate events) that I experienced time and again than whip up some stock in trade literary reaction visited in the form as a recurring theme about finances that frankly find me getting zapped with one or more perpetrator's zeal and ardor, forcing me to become one among legion of the ******, foo fighting, beastie boy spontaneous ******* sans prose or poetic palaver as a freshly minted sexagenarian made to suffer chronic impecuniousness while cyber crooks embezzled money from me not less than a half dozen times, a once upon a time little pipsqueak, who grew up to become a bigger accursed pipsqueak, which farrago written by a resident of Fargo, North Dakota, a long days journey into night from Lake Wobegon central Minnesota the mecca for Norwegian Bachelor farmers, who grew sturdy and tall courtesy Powder Milk Biscuits.

I alternate between punching (while perched on my high horse) out poems for no particular rhyme nor reason, but predicated on the sheer joy of English language (some in fact unbelievably based on a kernel of fact), or spinning yarns with a similar proportion of embellishment er...um... fiction, but my oh my would Mark Twain be proud of me, I who humbly claim to be genealogically linkedin courtesy siblings descendent of his sisters and brothers, who lived long enough to bare witness to offspring living well into the nineteenth century despite evidence to the contrary.

If as fervent and avid an interest in rhetoric, literature, grammar gripped me analogous to a vice during my salad days, I without a shadow of a doubt - (herewith Punxatawney would  and could only envy) can easily envision myself having breathed in one after storied author from time immemorial until the then present, (or even what scholars then considered contemporary), which time frame bracketed between early to late twentieth century. How the futurists of my hay-day would no doubt marvel at how the fourth technological The Fourth Industrial Revolution (4IR), or Industry 4.0, counts as the current technological era defined by the fusion of physical, digital, and biological systems, driven by technologies like Artificial Intelligence, Internet of Things (IoT), and robotics rapidly building on the digital advances of the Third Industrial Revolution, this era witnesses rapidly changing how we live, work, and relate to each other by merging technologies and creating intelligent, interconnected systems punctuated by Key technologies include AI, robotics, 3D printing, biotechnology, and cloud computing, which are transforming industries, creating smart factories, and blurring the lines between human and machine.

Though a biological product of the baby boomer generation, a hankering and pressing nostalgia finds sentiments of mine linkedin to a time and place that maybe never existed except within the flights of fancy that flourished within the the average adult human brain weighs about 3 pounds (1.3 to 1.4 kg) and encompasses a volume of roughly 1,260 to 1,300 cubic centimeters (cm³) and generally about the size of two clenched fists and makes up approximately 2% of total body mass, and somewhere within the convolutions of various tissues, primarily specialized nervous tissue that includes neurons and glial cells, as well as connective tissues, blood vessels, and other supportive structures that form the complex ***** known as the brain.

These days approximately three score and six (versus four score and seven) orbitz around the sun the lightspeed of time elapses within a blink of an eye as I clock one revolution after another, a stunned disbelief finds me shell shocked how my sixty sixth year slipped away qua half way thru the second decade of the twenty first century, and hence I experience the status of outlier (cue Unitarian, nonestablishmentarian, latitudinarian, et cetera characteristics) averse to depersonalization tricked out as digitization, mechanization, and (supposedly modernization making humans free and clear of time consuming physical labor), I lament never growing up off the grid.

Stamina of mine slowly ebbing away
covenant to join Silver Sneakers
(at the Spring Valley Y.M.C.A.) I did betray
procrastinator's motto
my lame excuse and well worn cliché
why do today what I can put of until tomorrow
tempus fugit waits for no mortal
nor can one stave
off grim reaper without delay
no fancy feast doth he desire
only human flesh he foremost craves
analogous to a cannibal
most sought after entrée
freshly lovely bones applying scythe
helps mastication while subject
laid out and prepared as fillet
past juncture to negotiate and gainsay
further tenure on par with Methuselah,
which longevity would be reason
to celebrate without following mandates
and just the mere freedom
to shrug off codas
brings occasion to exclaim hooray
adamantly averse to passive role
writing according to establishment
any conventions such as
some types of poetry
with strict rules include the sonnet,
villanelle, sestina, haiku, and ghazal
though predisposed to avoid extremist measures
such incorporating agents provocateur
I honestly believe evolution of creation
when one can calmly, clearly, and cooly inveigh
towards and YES sacrificing
an innocent child such as Jonbonnet,
or accursed white supremacists such as the KKK
violently drag-queens such as men
who attire and don couture
exposing muscular legs
courtesy form fitting lingerie
or perchance just barely
covering effeminate and/or
exposing male reproductive features
knot caring about exposing flesh
thru meshed gaps between exotic macramé
but never would a bachelor farmer from Norway
attire himself and advertise his package
that obviously doth outweigh
the average size pecker
among the male population of Paraguay
only the young studs
flashing lithe bodies
while lying supine on a quai
while innocent bystanders
admired and oogled
while beach bums engrossed
reading the genre writing of François Rabelais
where on the boardwalk
an enterprising piano player
tickled the ivory of a Steinway,
which lyrics interestingly enough
made reference to the battle of Thermopylae
a famous battle in 480 BC;
a Greek army under Leonidas
annihilated by the Persians,
who were trying to conquer Greece,
but luckily got blown off course to Uruguay.