COME LET US ARGUE ABOUT GOD. About how
we imagine God. About how we represent & talk
about how we imagine God. About how we get

along or do not get along talking about God or
our imagination of God. About our representations
of our imaginations or about the limits of imaginations
and the impossibility of doing justice to what we want
to argue about. Or about the importance of Just Getting
Along regardless (it's about the relationship not God),
As my radical Xtian-in-resident student friend advised
me years ago: “We’re going to have to talk abut how
we're going to talk about this stuff before we talk about
it, Sam”-- which was the smartest thing any body has
ever said to me, I'm not kidding. Need we argue?

Ultima Thule

Wings of a dove, immaculate  conception,
Gödel’s Theorem: ways of imagining and
talking  about what might be said to break
through my naturally narcissistic, solipsistic,
bubble boy mind-set: sealed in  and protected
by both secular and sacred humanism galore.
Among other things: an environmental issue.

Plus my own lucid schemes, aims, goals,
golden purpose and measurable objectives.
Inconceivable: a  break thru. Beyond me

no doubt 

OMG

God:

HAP happening happily, hap’s will be
done no doubt and so to speak and as

it were, HAP happening happily right

be-here-now in my 2nd floor Jensen

office and across the street: trees 

thrashing in the spirit, sky above, clouds

sailing east toward Black Mountain,
front-end loader below transitioning

from farm to points north. 

Common sense, tradition, disciplines:

ways I talk about What’s Happening
–ripping-off hap happily in manners

of speaking, discriminating, reducing,

hammering & nailing to suit my purposes 

aims, goals, & measureable objectives.

Crime against the whole. Necessary
evil-doer

I find it impossible to suspend my

satanic proclivities: adversarial

accusatory habits of blame, my

interpretations and explanations,

reasons-why, my cause & effect,

because & affect scapegoating here’s

why it happened and how.  Hammer

& nails, hammer & nails: are you

there  when I crucify our lord?

Pray for Disillusionment

The Ludic Mode:  in play, playful:
the play’s the thing.

Not how much I know these days of
ubiquitous lap top dancing and mobile
device, but whether I can  put it in play.  

Ludic  on the one hand. Deluded on the
other. Delusion. Illusion. Not in play.

Etymologically: disillusionment’s an
affective mind-set shift from not-in-play,
not-in-game to in-play, in-game.

From  out-of-it: to in-it; deluded to ludic—
determined determination to delightful
delight.

Pray for Disillusionment.  

For fifteen years, my stalwart 
unknown frontier pioneering has
been daily provocation: tweak &
twerk, tantamount  to whatever it 

might take to disillusion colleagues
old & young, students all of us:
stunned stupid  and ripe for liberal
art’s antic games—cry hammock

and unleash the cogs of woe.

Me: a monumental failure: means &

skill-set  not sufficient to the goals &

aims & ends  thereof. No measurable

objectives.  Rubrics of straw.

 

Never the less: unpostponed joy  pushing
the  rock uphill and down—and you must
imagine me happy.  Yearning is the

destination.

My Daily Donald Diatribe

My Daily Donald Diatribe. 

I’m not a good person.

Bully. Troll. Secret lusts 

and desires.  I would

rise so high, says Wm Gass, 

that when I shit some

of it would hit everybody. 

Hateful. Defensive.

Narcissistic. Solipsistic.

Xenophobic. Misanthropic.

Entitled. Patriarchal and 

Patronizing. 

Don’t listen worth a damn.

Lack empathy,compassion—

face it sociopathological c’este 

moi.While I accept if not

embrace these traits in myself:

I hate, detest them in  Trump .

Revolting. Nauseating. 

Probably some psychological

reason  and terms forthis, 

never the less: Tar and Feather.   

Walk the Plank. Water board. 

at least. That I can tell you folks..

The Liability of Consciousness

Lucid Scheming

 

Angels Fear: Toward an Epistemology

of the Sacred

Bugaboo for  Gregory Bateson is human Ego-

Consciousness and its PURPOSIVENESS:

aims, goals, measurable objectives. He calls it

“secondary” process.

Bugaboo ONLY because its dominance  eclipses

what he calls “primary process” --non- or pre- or

un-conscious process which is like what we might

call instinct or intuition—or deeper: counter-intuition:

the influence of “the whole” say, whole system

wisdom. Primordial (literally: prior to the weave

to order)

Consider the autonomic system: the  “knowledge”

or process that regulates the nervous system, circulation,

lungs, respiration. 

Consider the “automatic” system—the system that

receives conscious training so as  to respond

automatically in some situation—like driving,

playing sport or music, conversation.

Now consider Ego-Consciousness: full of purpose

and aim and objective: to be a veterinarian, sky

diver, poet, drive to Asheville to see a movie.

               Goal Orientated.

A Triad, yes?

                   Semi-automatic Conscious.

 Un-Conscious

                                    Conscious

On the one hand, Consciousness is my  guiding

light, lucid schemer,  savior, boss of my universe….

& don’t  I want to expand it?

                  

On the other hand: consciousness is  merely a

snowball on the tip of  the I’s berg—thinking

it’s driving  a car, but  actually sitting behind a

plastic steering wheel connected to its own

kiddy seat:  beep, beep and bumppety bump.     

                   

Ok-I’m mixing my metaphors. Quibble or go

with me here.

The aim  (purposive, ego-conscious) is to

set up a fundamental distinction—between

Consciousness as the light of  my life and

Consciousness as the inflated instrument of

my ongoing darkness—blinded by my own lite. 

The more conscious I become, the less “aware.”

The less aware  &  the more conscious

Conscious-ness  seems supreme, rather tha

n awareness.

My Consciousness Light is so bright and dominate

that it’s impossible to consider navigating without it.

That would be darkness—moving in a cloud of

unknowing—unconsciously  Blind and deaf.