Friday, December 3, 2010


Transcendentistry.  Dec. 2     
Sampling specimens from class
Cops and demonstrators hot peppers ( Scoville units)
 game-changer guns grenade guns WW IV with sticks
and stones smelling armpits vertigo deep sea diving and
 burst ear drums hand signals David Foster Wallace’s
grad speech and suicide: “Mind is a good servant;
a terrible Master.” 
[[this is  worth turning up and
putting into play.]]
macabre compassion turtles the
collapse of the distinction between self-ish and self-less
because we are all one, damnit and ONE too, double
   LIVE unscripted unfacilitated, unguided conversation:
         Upside Down Flamingo & Hedgehog  like.
    You can see how deadly live converse action can be.
   And yet a dead conversation  can be alive because dead.
It’s like self-less and self-ish: a self-less act can be selfish,
                 and vice versa: selfish: self-less.

Are these just Tricks With Words or do the paradoxes
and contra-dictions
allow us to say more than we could
if we avoided them?
How do you like your converse-action?
   Dead or Alive? or Dead & Alive?

The Narcissist who KNOWS he’s  looking at himself in
the pond is better off than the Narcissist who thinks the
image in the pond is OTHERS,
                           Or not?
Narcissus, either way. And solipsistic, too. (Is the solipsist
who knows he’s solipsistic “better off” then the solipsists
who don’t know it?)
I already told you my old man claimed his EGO was crucified.
      Was he fooling himself or transcending his self?
If I’m fooling myself and know I am, am I  better off  than
fooling myself and not knowing it?  (Fool, either way.)
“IF a fool persist in his folly he becomes wise.” 
(Wm. Blake)
There is that in me - I do not know what it is -
but I know it is in me.
  Wrench'd and sweaty -
calm and cool then my body becomes,
I sleep - I sleep long.
I do not know it - it is
without name - it is a word unsaid, It is not in
any dictionary, utterance, symbol.
Something it
swings on more than the earth I swing on,

To it the creation is the friend whose embracing
awakes me.
Perhaps I might tell more   
(Walter reconfigured to fit my screen.)

One is one and all alone and ever more shall be so.
"Green Grow the Rushes Ho.)

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