Intuition and the Muse
Having
finished Road Notes
and reread to some extent its three incoherent precursors,
but seeking a voice to tell a story, I know not what, except loving the
lyric, and reading the Elizabethans of 1580 and 1590 against all counsel
and reason preoccupied my desire, from which I admit
I learned very little and absorbed less, except maybe some the spirit of prose audacity of
Kyd’s Geronimo, Marlow, Donne, euphuisms, Spenser, intrigues, Raleigh, in
ferment with backward asides into Grammars and
propagandists, Martin Marprelate, Henry Peachum. preceded byC. S. Lewis but
more the Bible, Bill Ingram, the Faerie Queene, the Testaments, Knox, Tyndale, Puritans in Prison, bishops at bowls, Shakespeare not really at the center
of it as much as could be wished, but
the propaganda of extreme romance in the Bower of Bliss and
laconic Cervantes, ended lyricism in absurdity, complaint and wrestling
of Donne's spirit against
death, Milton’s Lost Paradise, Traherene’s songs of wheat. I still care
as
deeply and as fully about whatever caused this, as do others like Blake
and Wordsworth and Yeats and the list goes ever on.
The
message
of these words is conveyed in tones and voice, all sounds, music, but
the depth of meaning has been severed, as for example In the imagination
of Sarah Weddington
the baby died, followed by the news that that baby’s still alive
in her imagination, which irony is severed. There is no irony, wit or
nuance in this
there is only sensationalism to evoke outraged feelings. These are then
rhetorically
directed. There is no individual thought in “a world where
nearly everything that passes for art is tinny and commercial and often, in
addition, hollow and academic (Moral Fiction, 5). Musician Bob Dylan
condemned the practice, saying: "You listen to these modern records,
they're atrocious, they have sound all over them. There's no definition of
nothing, no vocal, no nothing, just like—static." Loudness War, Brick Wall. Mothers are powerless against the
corporate forces of addiction in these commercials that destroy their children. 85% of rural El Salvador children have Black
rotting teeth down to the roots from
Coke, Pepsi, Fritos in the last 30 years.All the children came forward
with a surprise in a bag, a bow, of which the preacher said, holding it up and
drawing the string at the ceiling, if
God breaks his promise we can shoot him in the heart with this bow! The substance of this meaning is like the bread of life projected
on the screen as a loaf of Safeway bread, mass produced, puffed tasteless so
even the symbol is gone, for this is the bread of death. If water is acid and
bread poison, wine must be fire, not blood and air toxic in earth.
Flann O'Brien's Third Policeman ch. 3,
walks on the road, his soul offering names, which reminds me of the high pitched
songs that came down from the mountain that foggy morning before burn off. But the meditation of Judah’s
wound last night and the compress, the poultice of the healing blood placed
upon his blood is the rescue. It connects to all the organs, the code of the
whole in each cell, the brain, the nerves, the gates to the brain, so glorious.
Russian Futurists, Natalia Goncharova, Alexei Kruchenykh Penn Sound Readings in Russian and English, Steve McCaffery, Christian Bok, Grain Boundaries.
I
desired to write long before the true words came. They were
destined if I qualified which qualifying came from my Maker who designed
me this way should I choose Him and I did, with vigor to seek the holy place of
the most High, the secret in the wings. Then the
words came and as the designed grew,
produced these works. The praise poetry is to show my debt and honor
to Him who sits on the throne and unto the Lamb, all very mysterious matters
shared with the those gifted with Grace and Truth.
To
translate this conundrum of the world
I choose literature and language, the best choice it turns out, usually now
given to AI to divine, but the take provided me, being arbitrary, especially
shows the levels of complexity of the structure of the governing powers, unable
to discern without a point of view based on the notion that the earth is enemy
territory.
Translating
dimensions is just this side of the impossible of doing it. For the sake of it
let’s say a dimension is one quantum step above and is translated down. Could
it be translated up? Not to the point.
Many
truths are unpleasant, like total depravity. These stories are my struggle, it
can be argued, on a symbolic level with total depravity.
There
is an analogy between the stories and the ceramics, which displayed may show
about an equal number of instances. Each one is individual one of a kind never
to be repeated, they are in different languages though, the stories are
symbolic in words, the ceramics are symbolic in images of the same subjects
opaquely presented.
We shall give account of every word we speak. They range
behind us in a trail, but in the present we speak the words written for us to
speak in the future. After the present passes they are written, but before we
must qualify to speak the words of our life continually, so each word is
important in faith.
The
result of this is circulation of a facetious biography, cultivation of several
pseudonyms, a consideration of subjects so far from mainstream as to be absurd,
ridiculous, unbelievable, a writing style that bends to this with new words,
simple syntax combined with complex—all of which is difficult of audience but intends to bypass
the consciousness a to communicate with the brain, since consciousness is
controlled to such lard extent by external sources and no longer by those
timeless inquires into life and death, health and life, love and life with it
has always supposed before.
White
socks is a symbol of their innocence. Trade in Body parts is one part of
cannibalism. In the mix of truth and fantasy I did review
this book cited at the end. What is
the meaning of fairy tales, Eating disorder/ Sublimated erosis? ha. The professor’s name is Fairy
Tale to show that it consumes children with the fallen. Hey, the fallen
run the world! Why do you link in the original English faer means to
fear? We however are supposed to call that good even while they are eating. In
the old language it means an awful horror headlong sudden fall, beset by
dangers, sudden seizure, apoplexy, pestilence, sudden cold, sudden death. Faergrygrum is the rule of these. In other words using
Higher Ed Stanford/Harvard to do it and convince the children they are
something special to make them slaves. Hansel and Gretel
are emblems in this case of the poverty home prerepackaged in their education
at the univ where they are completely consumed. The bait consists of the ornate
promises of the digital life they lead, cake roofs, gold grapefruits, right
NOW, the way all nature is corrupted, falsified by its bowers of bliss,
instantaneous gratification, lack of ownerships in reality, self driving cars,
but the villain consumes them with false ideas of the world and life even while
it convinces them they are superior to it all. They go in but none come out!
Victim consciousness, flora of the golden age, masks. Heorot is the Cake House
torn apart. I say we have no kinship with this darkness, with its giants, ogres and fairies
except to kill them. faer- gryrum (against
the inroads of Grendel into Heorot)
This was a comment
about Bosch, that From
the world’s beginning until the end of time, the familiar is secretive and
strange, the uncanny is the familiar in disguise. That was also the intent of
the Lyrical Ballads where Word and Col each took one end toward the middle
Aftereffects of pill debilitating two days.
in every momentary surrender of desire, will, action, speech to the
provision of the grace, which new life utterly supplants the details of the old
confusion, depravity and begins to explore what life outside, beyond the
details imposed might be. By turning the everyday details upside down,
separated against themselves Bosch shows how they are confinement, prison, and
are inimical to our being. Parts of bodies hands feet, heads, buttocks beside
ponds flying in the air are all part of the demonstration that later Wordsworth
began to celebrate. The rocks and stones and trees of little Lucy flying round
her course, the ordinary, the vernacular are our suit that we wear and so doing
are manipulated against our interest by
this enemy. What is our best interest is hard to know it so long time gone, but snatches of it and the
whole life of how it may be recovered occur in instances of self sacrifice, service
to others, kindness, compassion, seeing the other face as my face as Levinas
does, recognize the life we now live in
the flesh must be redeemed.
Making bomb burst
-My comic narrator has always been a bit
balmy from Frankie on, nonplussed, aghast awestruck, either that or satiric. So
he comes in science to excuse the outlandish discoveries about the world,
or with fable of his own making, calling it myth, but it is more akin to ad,
mad ave wall st gone berserk, or to journalism as if he is ferreting out the
facts,. The tragic narrator retains elements of this but is way more rational
in reporting the events and images of the worlds he sees.
--The only semblance is to model the future on every basis, the past,
the facts, the speculations and on. But A is way to afraid to do this and B is
too busy. I live the future in the present so when it
comes I can see it. Any successful model always begins with your own
death and the attempt to prevent with your loved ones and everyone. But the
details must be double checked for you will receive covert opposition from
those afraid of the future.
All the historical
overlays of the sonnets and lyrics were added to mask the impossible fact that
these unbelievable thoughts and experiences impossible to obtain, either to
think or to have, are made acceptable by their historical or poetical contexts
like Taliesin, or the new world, or the prophetic plant.
I want there to be
repetition. I want there to be redundancy. They might resemble Richard
Brautigan slightly and they might mean something to those who know the
experiences they inhabit but most have never appeared. They have always been
outside the circle, but somehow now when we need some consolation of living
they give comfort.
