Saturday, November 17, 2018

The Unique's Coalescence With Uniform Content




Each of us, in intimate self-contemplation, thinks himself unique, singular, knowing and right; yet, we congregate like lemmings, who...not so unlike dragon lizards.....inflate this part or that or this thought or another....in conjunction with our not-so-particular genetic proclivities.....that we might be 'viewed', with some focus of intentions, toward our presentation...as worthy of the spotlights and microphones......scripted with the moment's words and postures.....yet, there is little profound variation....for even deep 'thought' variation produces long-range genetic Change...impatient, we may be, but remember....it took a billion years for us to leave the primordial swamps...just to walk on our back fins, drop our gill slits and flare our rather insensitive nostrils, you know.....And now, we can even 'read' & 'write' and develop rudimentary logic circuits to analyze the rhetoric and constructs of other humans......But, we are still 'naming', then 'name-calling', then locking horns, fins, and intellectual appendages with even those we love the most......the old lizard brains, still running the show from our ancient brain stems, are still recalcitrant harbingers of Ancient, ingrained Ways and Means of temporary satisfactions through the naming and defining of Everything.........Rise UP.....there's plenty of room to 'grow'....That's why there are still 'plates' of bony cranium that expand from microdots of neurons to wherever it is that we're going from the protection of caves and trees, then islands and tall precipices, .......Who knows what tomorrows bring.......For even 'tomorrow' is a projection, isn't it, of probabilities and wish-fulfilling prophesies, imagined in the smoke rises, that we will then name, as though to make the projections seem 'real' and the smoke, Gods.....



The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot


"The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name."

Thursday, September 21, 2017

inspecting this old Blog entry for 'broken links" , change of or redirection of Mind, and searching for the discoveries of Random Juxtaposition........

If "Philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding 'language'....", then, what does the abandonment of the tools of clear communication have to do with interactive confusion and the dumbedowness of current nonsensical doubletalking......Yeah, what about it Mr. Orwell? It's not that neon-like, bachelorettes.....do you not 'get it', hollow men? Well, that kind of life does look pretty interesting....."Does this kind of life look interesting to you? Night after night, dinners with Herb Cohen. Thrill-packed, fun-filled evenings on the French Riviera at the MIDEM convention. A big tie, the whole bit. Watch Mutt eat, and Leon feed the geese. One thousand green business cards, with your name and the wrong address. Plus six royalty statements, inspected and customized by ran toon tan han toon frammet and dee. Followed by twelve potential suicides as the members of your group, past and present, find out they can't collect unemployment. A dog, a car, an epidemic of body lice with your own record company, your name on the door, electric buzzer to the inner office, Ona's tits, and a three month supply of German bookings with tickets on Air Rangoon. Does this kind of life look interesting to you? As a big rock and roll guitar player in a comedy group?" Frank Zappa

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Acceptance of the Inevitability of Death.........

Butch Anderson; George Apostolos; Lesley Ayers; Linda Barksdale; Larry Beach; Walter Bennett; Edwina Bibb; Cecil Bishop; Dian Broadway; Shelley Cotton; Linda Craver; Betty Dinwiddie; Mary Dodgen; Lyndon Faulkenberry; Jerry Franklin; Larry Fretwell; Marsha “Muffy” Futch; Charie Hanson; Burt Hanvey; Carolyn Herring; Sally Hill; Russell Kennamer; John Kinzer; Jim Lancaster; Sandra Myers; Eddie Monks; Fredna Carol Mott; Thomas Payne; Hans Palaoro; Buster Petty; Mike Rothe; Hartwig Schulze; Charles Shannon; Wanda Stewart; Billy Stevens; Charles Taylor; Chloe Walling; Virginia Wilson; Craft Wood and Don York. I grew up with these "kids"....who would all be my age now.....They are all dead now.....and, recently......Tom Harper and Hill Irving and a dozen acquaintances, whose deaths have affected me, very recently..