Only the Submissive Feel Repentant
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#673 * Jul 13, 1990 * – 1:07
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :06. Why the Secondary Level World? Zoologists have theories about why dogs eat grass, but who’d know better, who better to ask than the dog? But, who also, could know less than the dog? All these possibilities would occur simultaneously to the Real Revolutionist. Only man can study himself. Man, thru his self-study/complaints is helping Life to decide what it is going to do next. Man has the equivalent relationship with the activity of his brain cells.
Man’s constant announcing of ‘what kind of guy he is’ gives direct reports to Life as to how humanity collectively is faring. The specific, intrinsic declarations are merely incidental, anecdotal and relatively meaningless (and harmless) when seen from a perspective beyond the Primary Level World and Secondary Level World. Thus as man is useful and necessary to Life, the specter is raised of a whole new arena of activity for the Real Revolutionist.
The intellect maximizes the obvious and minimizes the subtle, the conflicting, gradual and relative: the open-ended. When a man does other than this, it attracts attention. Old intelligence: The “PTS” (process to thing-specific), i.e., emphasizes the obvious.
Only the submissive feel repentant. The dominant never feel so. Evil that became repentant would collapse the dominant/submissive dynamic. To move to a new area of the brain = the ability to establish a new, willful dominance of your talking nervous system. Life is not arranged to oppose it. Life learns thru man.
And Kyroot Said…
(As an aside…as even a parenthetical aside, might I note
that were it not for talk, this would all fall apart… …Keep it
to yourself.)
* * *
Then yet another guy said, “I’m not really all ‘that’
inhospitable, except to people other than myself.”
* * *
Those in this life who think there is a difference between
“having a vote” and “having a vote that is counted” have not yet
been in this life long enough to learn much.
* * *
More Cooling Comfort For The Haplessly Overheated:
Uncertainty in big matters doesn’t matter so much.
* * *
Whatever the moral or scientific question, the answer is,
“polarity”. (Why can’t things be as simple everywhere as they
are SOME wheres?)
* * *
One chap writes to tell us that, “You have been sufficiently
long in the City when your own private thoughts begin to be
interrupted by commercials.”
* * *
A note posted over at no place in particular says, “When you
get old, the first thing to go is youth.”
* * *
In its humane drive for maximum efficiency, Life has
provided that each can be their own Catherine Wheel.
* * *
Cosmopolitan advice well worth the price: In the City, if
you can’t give it away, sell it!
* * *
Letting each and every word have its own qualifier raises
some question regarding efficiency.
* * *
Defending yourself legitimizes your critic’s authority.
* * *
If you’re ever gonna know anything new and different, you
can’t be from around here.
* * *
In the restructuring of his inner community, one person
changed the status of his partner to that of his neighbor.
* * *
Having the “last word” for some is not so neat as having the
right one.
* * *
From a certain, askewed, non-City view, it’s better to be
almost anything other than what someone told you to be. (A kind
of unscheduled Genetic stretching exercise, you might say.)
* * *
If you can’t speak of it, you can’t grieve of it.
* * *
Sign seen stuck in picturesque public park: “Any Further
Alliterations Will Be Shot On Sight.”
* * *
Re: the matter of Revolutionist Info; it is not a question
of any of it being true, false, correct, etc.; it is just whether
’tis personally profitable and operational for you, for that one,
brief moment it takes to first process it.
* * *
Another possible measure of Secondary progress: Once a man
was more what he did than what he said, but now the weight tilts
toward the latter.
* * *
There are always three possible ways out of the jams of
life: the way you think might work, the way you wish would work,
the way that frightens you, and the way you don’t know about.
* * *
discontinued bus stop abandoned his reveries long enough to tell
me, “Advertising is to City affairs as aroma is to an outhouse.”
(He mercifully dropped almost immediately back into his
ruminations.)
* * *
Carrying my bags up the stairs, the bellboy revealed his own
soft-sided philosophy of the mortal climb: “If we were all as
smart as everyone else, there’ld be no need for individual
addresses and phone numbers.” (I tipped him a dime and a smile.)
* * *
Natives cannot judge their homeland.
* * *
Once he better (or at least, differently) understood what he
was doing, this one guy would sometimes say to himself, “May I
have this dance?”, and he would bat his baby blues and reply,
“Why I thought you’ld never ask.”, which would never fail to
infuriate him.
* * *
A man who admits his folly has sure got lots to ‘fess up to.
* * *
In secondary settings, when you “reach the end of the line”
it either disappears into modulation, or the polarity simply
reverses.
* * *
More Classic City Scenarios Stretched, (for your expanded
viewing pleasure: Some see the half filled bottle and say,
“Alas, it is now half gone.”, and others’ perception has them
remark, “Ah, the decanter be partially filled.”, and yet a few
others will simply drink whatever’s available, without comment.
* * *
The true revolutionist explorer soon learns that the closer
you get to anything, the closer you get to EVERYthing.
* * *
When this one fellow was offered a teaching position and he
expressed his surprise, inasmuch as he admitted that he “didn’t
know anything”, his would-be employers laughed so much, they had
to cancel the next race.
* * *
Trying to “get the jump” on the competition can be
exhilaration sans pareil, once you realize who the competition
really is.
* * *
Medical Memo: brain blisters are not, repeat, not, caused
by overuse.
* * *
Grief over the routine machinations of life is, for a
revolutionist, not unlike overweight, under-brained and out-dated
reptiles whose proper future is extinction.
* * *
Maxims Update In Light Of Five Dimensional Physics: Love
thy enemy for he is a polarization of your friend.
* * *
In a land where speech is not recognized as the living
entity it is, why yes, the first day of spring does come on a
different day each year.
* * *
Even some of our finest sentiments can be uncomfortably
stretched in the neural outback. For a for instance, honesty
does begin at home, unless you live in San Quentin.
* * *
Hey — if you don’t remind you of the kinda guy you are, who
will!
* * *
Not only should you not let some of this stuff fall into the
wrong hands and brains, but you should also be pretty careful
about even letting Life know that you know about it. (Say, have
I ever mentioned that amongst Real Revolutionists, some advice is
actually a costumed jest.)
* * *
According to several eye witness reports, it was a most
disturbing sight; near noon, in a bustling local mall, the man
suddenly confronted himself in a full length mirror, from under
his coat he whipped out a semi-automatic weapon, pointed at his
reflection and shouted, “I’m sorry folks, but it’s an emergency,
you’ll all have to leave — I’m commandeering this brain.”
* * *
“Be not so easily discouraged”, oozed the soothing voice,
“After all, if it won’t fly anywhere else, it’ll still fly in the
City.” (Just the way things s’posed to be…I guess…)
* * *
After a dedicated life of studious effort, research,
sacrifice and reflection, he was ready to present the world with
his intellectual magnum opus, which he proudly crowned with the
title, “The History of Philosophy”, but when it was pointed out
that there were already more than a few books with the same name,
he said, “O.K., change it to ‘The History of Shit’.”
* * *
A real person can’t be shot without his permission.
* * *
One revolutionist has said that the best possible protection
is in having no safety net.
* * *
A man with a duck shouldn’t make rhymes.
* * *
At City level ’tis impossible to take critical note of
anything of a higher degree.
* * *
Energy begets action, action begets action, words beget
action; do any still question that words themselves are matter
and energy alive?
* * *
Keeping an eye on oneself may or may not be similar to
having one.
* * *
If you don’t look around, you can’t get around…(And, oh
yeah; this piece of unprofitable information about you will,
itself, get around.)
* * *
One recently noisy ole burr head said, “When the gods are
mad and disappointed, at least then they’re worthy of man.”
* * *
Any time you might be inclined to be overly impressed by the
propriety of the City, just remember: Everybody does the right
thing.
* * *
Man himself is our ultimate polarity.
* * *
Since no map covers all the territories, just consider what
that makes possible for a real neural explorer.
* * *
Pacing “back and forth” is not so useless as some seem to
think, if your destinations are the two aforementioned
directions.
* * *
Employment Update — Flash, Flash, And Then Some: To do
right in the City, you need to have a background.
* * *
Just before the ship goes down for the third time, many
people wish they had a subscription to Popular Mechanics.
* * *
Do not bother to look up the word “irony” in the dictionary,
it is the dictionary. (All speech is born with one foot; only
the ironies of a three dimensional world, however, can make it
walk.)
* * *
There is one planet (out over that way), that is so
obliquely layered (compared to yours), that they will write a
roman a’clef based on the life of a fictional character.
* * *
“Son”, said the wisely ole man, (I shan’t bother to tell you
how he came to be called such), “To help cut down on your
participation in future fool’s errands, let me suggest that you
remember this; only the genes speak for gods.”
* * *
Remember this (and be so comforted if you like, it costs no
more), while visiting the Hall of Mirrors, there are just as many
questions as there are answers.
* * *
Only the Secondary must explain and defend itself.
* * *
The ole man pulled the kid up close, patted his own chest
softly, and said, “I am pleased to have been of service.”, and
the kid thought, “To whom?”
* * *
don’t win, you can’t play the game.
* * *
Lack of communication between the provinces does not
necessarily trouble the capital.
* * *
Sometimes, after unwittingly frightening himself, one guy
would offer up reassurance to himself by saying, “Hey, it’s only
me.”
* * *
If having ’em in your sights assured you of a kill, even the
blind would be neural Red Barons.
* * *
The only legit reason to buy a hero is to later beat him up.
* * *
One youngster (who may be on the way to being on to
something), cried out, “Nay, nay, grand prix, I want to live in a
land where Popeye makes spinach strong.”
* * *
If the goal ain’t much, failure to reach it ain’t a helluva
lot either.
* * *
Although no matter where you go, “it’s all entertainment”,
no out-of-towner can ever properly appreciate the local fun.
* * *
It is a wise beast who would inoculate himself against
biting the rabid.
* * *
Any form of “real justice” lies in improved sight.
* * *
Once upon a time there is a guy who can make himself
instantly smile just by thinking about it.
* * *
“And”, proclaimed the mighty City speaker, “the truth shall
set you free.” And one of his close relatives in the crowd
thought, “Yeah, except from your truth.” (What can be more
cutting, more unkind, than the venomous tongue of an ungrateful
neuron.
* * *
Ofttimes after thinking something curious or questionable,
this one guy would take out a pocket mirror and into which would
say, “Hey — would I lie to me.”
* * *
Only those who enjoy a vice ever think to call it “sweet
poison”.
* * *
A certain visiting alien observer made this note (notes he),
“It would seem to me that your Life doesn’t mind if you ‘search
for the answers’, just so long as you look in ‘all the right
places’.”
* * *
Near the pastry table at a recent intellectual buffet, from
a man just ahead of me I caught this line he directed at his
companion with a vanilla mousse, directed he, “The first guy that
made a proverb should be shot.”
* * *
The more homogenized becomes a mix, the more noticeable are
anomalies. (Thus does even the best of change serve up
increasingly scary snapshots.)
* * *
One little trooper in subversive garb confided in me around
a late night campfire that after “all this time”, he still
sometimes wondered whether he enlisted or was drafted. (Nobel
Re-Finishing Tip: If it feels important, but seems “hard to
say”, why try.)
* * *
On this one weird little world, it was only at times when
things were temporarily too easy that people would begin to spray
their brains.
* * *
In their attempt to somehow reverse the usual and overly
used procedure, this one merry little band adopted as their
“Operational Philosophy” the ideas of a man yet to be born, the
central one being: “You can tell a lot about a person, if you
don’t tell them a lot.”
* * *
wide fellow in a narrow hallway handed me a note that read, “Any
language with hard, definite rules based on some scheme of logic
and reason is a language for the simple lipped…and I say,
‘Phooey’ on their households.” …(I’ll just wager that some of
you expected me to say that I had made substantial grammatical
changes in his note in my recounting of it to you…so there, I
say ‘Phooey’ on your ole expectations.)
* * *
I guess I gotta tell you about this one little human
hypochondriac who, after a hard day of being “unappreciatedly
ill”, would, upon returning home, go alone into the back yard and
retire to the safety of his “placebo”.
* * *
As long as you’re gonna hang around the metro area, you
might wanna jot this down: In the City, in Secondary affairs,
wasting energy is the same as saving energy.
* * *
How could you ever be compatible with your own aim so long
as you accept Life’s voices in your own nervous system which
identify you as your own proper adversary.
* * *
Don’t count your chickens before your ducks.
* * *
I offer for your complete secondary satisfaction the perfect
City hobby; it entails no expense, it is totally portable, and it
requires no practice — Staring!
* * *
One rebel leader told the troops (or maybe one guy, telling
his own brain), “Don’t be overly impressed; I’m just speaking for
you…if you could speak like this.”
* * *
One guy now says that sometimes it seems like you talk to
people and sometimes like you talk to words.
* * *
If it weren’t for the past, most folks wouldn’t have much of
anything to think about.
* * *
In cities with dimensions times three, half of all the
little children are born facing north and the other half
otherwise.
* * *
The better part of two weeks ago at a Gods’ Convention over
in a slightly shifted sector, during the day long “Open Forum”,
after hours of heated and tepid debates about this and that and
that and this, one deity (perhaps driven by an over indulgence in
diet drinks) declared, “I see only one question worthy of concern
by the likes of us; I wanna know who the fuck keeps throwing that
one shoe out on the highway.”
* * *
In support of his sometimes iconoclastic theories, this one
phosphorescent physicist states (and quite confidently, I might
add) that he relies on his own superior intellect, a singular
understanding of higher order mathematics, and a .357 Magnum.
…and Kyroot added; in the Secondary Order Of Proofs, there are
different weights and densities. This is both as it should be
and how it should not be noted to be.
* * *
During a trip to some outlying regions of his empire, a king
was asked why he was visiting one particular place, and he
replied, “Once out there, I had to go somewhere.” …and Kyroot
added: ‘Tis alleged this monarch’s son replayed a similar scene
some years later, but without going anywhere.
* * *
The REAL rich don’t look back…(that’s how you can tell).
* * *
If you only look at local affairs, things don’t look too
good.
* * *
Nothing can be “stretched too far” unless it shouldn’t’ave
been stretched in the first place
* * *
Thankfully, being “speech impaired” is not much of an
impairment…unless, of course, speech proved somehow connected
to thought.
* * *
Anything with “a purpose” ain’t got no purpose.
* * *
The execution of the man who invented “etc.” has been
postponed again.
* * *
I have heard of this other world (over that way, more or
less) where it all seems to “come together”, but then just as
quickly falls back apart.
* * *
Road To Fame Update: If you want to be admired by the
ordinary, you got to BE ordinary.
* * *
Swearing boldly all the things you’ll do is almost as good
as not doing them at all.
* * *
And the sovereign raised high his glass and proclaimed, “Let
us drink to the health of our most valuable friends — OUR FOES!”
* * *
Just before the riot erupted, shouts were heard such as, “I
may not know my Plato, but I damn well know my Locke.”, and, “I
may not know my Hobbes, but I certainly know my Hume.”, and one
little fellow, taking quick refuge in an alley, muttered, “I may
not know much of anything, but at least I know enough to come in
out of the Philosophers.”
* * *
Anything brought within range of the intellect IS the
intellect.
* * *
One ole subversive father lulled his own rebellious child to
sleep thusly, “All great empires move to the west, ‘cept those
that go south, east, and the rest…what you’ll be seeking lies
just adjacent to everywhere else.”
* * *
From a certain vista, the drives to become famous or
powerful are attempts to do individually and locally things which
Life has yet to enact universally.
* * *
The final speaker of the night concluded his remarks by
saying, “Me thinks that the truth, she herself be, the glorious
defense.”, and from the rear of the room, one guy from the
twentieth century shouted, “Using Olde English won’t make you
smell any better.”
* * *
Anyone — in whatever garb, selling a “cure all” for
ANYthing, has got the job of a lifetime.
* * *
One City guy, after hearing the faith-of-his-fathers roundly
denounced for its inconsistencies and uncertainties, responded
thusly, “Hey, if dependability was the point here, I’ld have a
Volvo instead of a religion.”
* * *
Anyone who sees any other human being, dead or alive, as
being actually “heroic”, and a true paradigm worthy of serious
study and emulation is deaf in one eye, and lame in the other.
That most natural of mortal inclinations, to want to worship and
submit to a perceived superior, is unconditionally incompatible
with new intelligence. Although this understanding may not come
all-at-once, in a blinding-instance, be assured — it will come,
as certainly as the fresh arises from the dead.
* * *
I met this one chap, just down the ole way, there, who was
wont, as they put it, to “Turn things over in his mind.”, and at
other select times to do the vice versa.
* * *
The outcome of most secondary stuff is not all that
surprising to most.
* * *
Having an unlisted address can be useful when you’re wishing
not to be found by specific parties.
* * *
To be non-critical is not to simply say that, “Everything is
all right.”, but is to acknowledge that everything is everything.
* * *
As long as you maintain proper City connections and
possessions, you’ve got nothing to hide.
* * *
He who sets the rules and determines the score can have all
the fun and games he likes. …(Don’t let Life know that I told
you this about Him — I MEAN, that I told you this.)
* * *
In his continuing attempt to convey certain standards of
subversive etiquette to the kid, one father noted, “A real
gentleman’s whereabouts is never known.”
* * *
An allegory is only as good as its last game.
* * *
In a dizzying display of civil comprehension, the foreman
fore-claimed, “They wouldn’t call ’em water MAINS if they weren’t
gonna be the first to burst.”
* * *
One guy, speaking a cappella for history asserts, “Generally
speaking, things tend to get generally trendy, then not so.”
* * *
The “exclusive” brain is a proper brain; the “exclusive”
brain is always up-to-date; the “exclusive” brain is a fine
brain; the “exclusive” brain is a lame brain.
* * *
It is the irritated, as yet unknown, who continue to insist
that, “Fame, she comes unlooked for.” …(As my kid cousin used
to say, “Hey, nice try, guys.”)
* * *
There will always be the ideas of gods, demons and “man-the-
fallen-angel” as long as the intellect is able to believe that it
can think about things greater than it can think about.
* * *
I guess I always hoped (perhaps foolishly), that many of you
would be more subversively shaken regarding rhetorical structures
of City life after I revealed to you that the inventor of the
Franklin Stove was Benjamin Stove…(but I guess hope can spring
eternal in a foolishly hopeful breast).
* * *
Anyone even resembling a Real Revolutionist wouldn’t admit
that things were regressing even if he thought they were.
…(And the Hidden Chorus sang, “Does That About Cover It Like A
Blanket Or What?”)
* * *
that if history took up any more time than it does now, we’ld all
be in trouble.”
* * *
I hereby nominate for our monthly Ole Sorehead Award — or,
even the more prestigious Medal of Miscellaneous Misanthropy, the
fellow who recently said the following, “I understand that in
life, some play the flute, some the violin and still others the
tympani, but that still doesn’t mean you gotta like music.”
* * *
If you say too much, those who can tell can tell.
* * *
Trying to “make the most of what you’ve got” is all right,
unless the most you’ve got is ALL you’ve got.
* * *
All rituals (“Pardon me, but did you say ‘all’?”; “What are
you — deaf?”), all rituals are self-mutilation.
* * *
Under ordinary conditions, a man with “a lot on his mind”
usually doesn’t have all that much OF a mind.
* * *
Some guy from another address writes me, says, “Kyroot, the
older I get, the more I see what you mean.” Now, that’s the kind
of lying that gives lying a bad name.
* * *
If you could see where you’re going before you started,
you’ld already be there.
* * *
There was also this other guy whose closest friend was
himself…and even HE wasn’t all that close.
* * *
One guy, giving a salty spin to his cerebral systems said
that at times his intellect reminded him of a motorsailer, in
that in the correlation between his opinions and the actual
reality of things, he managed to have the worst of both worlds.
* * *
A kite is not a kite until it’s flown.
* * *
One well meaning father (I don’t know that he was really
“well meaning”, but certain accepted historical dictates seem to
indicate that using such terms may make this humble scribe appear
somehow, more scribe-like…or something), but be all of that,
and then some, as it may, it may go like this after all; one well
meaning father decided to try and give the kid a total and final
wrap up of the advice bit and did so by telling his off-spring
just this one short line, “Don’t tell anybody anything.”
* * *
Health is amoral.
* * *
For the revolutionist, digestion of routine information is
like the useless begatting the futile…(an endless cycle of
zeros cloning themselves).
* * *
Hey, don’t be embarrassed if you’re dumb… …(Heh,
heh…get it? — just a little Kyroot joke.)
* * *
Save the search, I can tell you right now: Someone’s
fingerprints are on VERYthing.
* * *
If, as some poets have mused in the Secondary sphere, “the
inability to sin is the great spur to repentance”, how could this
notion be elsewhere used if one could somehow “disable” their
stupidity.
* * *
Ideas “user-friendly” to the ordinary are not necessarily a
bargain to the Revolutionist.
* * *
Those who seriously profess that “the best is yet to come”,
have never even had a taste of it.
* * *
Okay, try it this way: Nothing’s the bargain it once was –
NOTHING!
* * *
One day, one kid cornered the ole man and said, “Some of my
friends think that you haven’t been totally serious in the advice
and stuff you’ve told me.” And with a certain sadonicism the
father replied, “REALLY?…well, you bring your little friends
around to see me some year when I’m not doing anything and we’ll
again settle this matter once-and-for-none.” …(There remain
some children, [here and there] who claim “sardonicism” should be
spelled with just one “i”…as always, they’re in the minority.)
* * *
“Words To Live By If You Live In The City, (which is where
most people live).” “Wait, when you say, ‘Which is where most
people live’, do you mean, ‘in-the-City?’, or ‘by-words’?” “Yes,
yes, exactly; and now the words: ‘Wearing exotic underwear will
make you FEEL exotic – (at least as exotic as doing such things
can make you feel)’.” Class dismissed.
* * *
Trying to “lay low” can keep you low.
* * *
If episodic information was carried to its ultimate end, it
would no longer be episodic. …and Kyroot corralled the
corollaries: If snakes would bite off their own tails, we’d
either have an increased rodent population or fewer mystical
symbols.
* * *
Paying your bills is not the same as paying your debts…
(Inasmuch as the latter is highly improbable.)
* * *
Way up on a top floor, deep in the corridors of corporate
power, the directors sat, sadly pondering the slumping sales
chart, til one junior jumped up and exclaimed, “I’ve got it!
Instead of spending the time and money to produce a new product
that would sell better, let’s just change the name of the
company!” And they were all so overjoyed and relieved that they
made him Boredman Of The Chair.
* * *
Out on this other planet things are arranged so that for the
first forty-six years of their lives the inhabitants take talk
seriously, then for the remainder they don’t so much.
* * *
May I assume that some of you are now sufficiently well
pleased to be intellectually alive as to be able to see such
things as – what I mean by the “really obvious” – is not obvious
at all.
* * *
There are some ideas that Life cannot allow to surface
without them carrying their own internal, doomsday mechanism.
(The more potentially disruptive is the energy, the more it must
be primed for self-destruction.)
* * *
One guy says that the only REAL fun he’s had in life was the
several times he’s died.
* * *
airport mentioned that after having lived a rather routine
middle-aged life, that he had developed a single reply to any and
all questions asked of him, to wit he’d simply say, “That won’t
be necessary.” …(Yeah, I know, I asked him about that, but he
still insisted that he always uses that same response no matter
WHAT kind of question it was…truth is, the more you think about
it the more its rightness begins to glow; do you agree?)
* * *
All episodes are based on expectations.
* * *
One kid saved a lot of money after his ole man told him that
video games were “all in his own mind.” …(The downside to this
was that the youngster now began to wonder whether this piece of
info had any further applications.)
* * *
I continue to hear tales of a group of beings over on
another world who believe that it’s only proper to be ordinary in
your spare time.
* * *
On every, every morning, this one round dude would leap
right out of bed, whip on his pith helmet, and grab his riding
crap – I mean, crop, and stand otherwise nude before his full
length mirror and exclaim, “O.k. Life – gimmie a problem!”
* * *
One guy says, “I’m also now the kinda guy I used to warn me
about.”
* * *
The mood of the flies in the molasses is generally that of
the molasses.
* * *
Some Psychology Revisited: One ole sore head, after reading
a popular book on “Human Behavior”, announced that the now wanted
to “get in touch with the child in him”, and his wife asked, “So
as to be more playful and spontaneous?” “No,” he replied, “it’s
just that when I was younger I could drink more.”
* * *
holding you.
* * *
No mouth can be larger than its lips. …(Checking their
watches at the depot, the first guy asks the second, “Are we
still waiting for words to explain themselves or not?”)
* * *
The best news is always last – IF you’re the last to ask.
* * *
For many and several years, one ole man kept flogging his
kid with these words, “Don’t tell me what you thought – tell me
what you DID!” ‘Til finally the younger lashed back, “Don’t you
think that bit’s a bit out dated?” And he shot back, “Hell,
Hector – EVERYthing worthwhile’s out dated; wise-up, pup!”
* * *
Some poets are more so than others.
* * *
Over in the park’s a guy offering to “make change” – in
minutes and seconds of larger time segments – like hours and
days…(he wouldn’t say how business was going).
* * *
Everyone’s own mind is a historian with a problem.
* * *
I’m gonna tell you something one guy said; I’m not gonna
tell you why he said it, I’m not gonna even tell you why I might
think he said it…I’m just gonna tell you what he said…he
said, “I respect myself too much to talk about me.”
* * *
The perhaps just description of the religions, philosophies
and cults available in the City is that they tell one how to live
to be seventy years old – if seventy is the norm for that locale.
* * *
If they offer to name a massacre after you, or want to use
your brain as the plans for a new bomb, you might have cause to
be somewhat encouraged.
* * *
One fellow said, “If I had suspected it would turn out
anything like this, I believe I would have started sooner, and
finished later………..I could, however, have this backwards
again.
* * *
Out on this one world they have a legend that says man
developed the ability tot talk just so he could say, “No, that’s
not what I said.”
* * *
You might care to note, (if you have not already done so
this specifically), that “I” is alien to the Primary world.
* * *
the freedom you don’t have. The second kind doesn’t exist.
* * *
One ole sore head, (with apparently either multiple sores,
heads, or sights), said, “Give my highest thanks to all who
l\helped and tell those who didn’t that those who did are talking
about them like dirty dogs.”
* * *
In some locales, having fun is not the same thing as having
fun.
* * *
While they were sitting around one day, just belching and
musing, the ole man told the kid, “The greatest advice my father
ever game me was when he said that no matter how viscid and
egregious became my problems in life, that I should always feel
completely free not to mention them to him.” The lad looked a
bit curious and said, “Hey, you once told me you didn’t have a
father.” And the elder belched, hesitated, (as in a dramatic
pause), and replied, “I just never wanted to lay my troubles on
you.” …(They both fell silent, and returned to their earlier,
less strenuous activity.)
* * *
I think I’ll go ahead and point this out with supreme
simplicity so’s a thousand years from now you can say you heard
it here first: Men do not war over ideas, but over power.
(P.S. This view, not their dress or weapons, is what separates
the king from his vassal army; it is the latter who believe they
fight for “a cause.”)
* * *
All Revolutionists speak a certain ancient tongue (even the
most up to date monolinguist).
* * *
Another person writes me to say that what they’ve heard and
seen regarding these activities makes them quite interested but
when considering pursuing them more actively they have one grave,
specific apprehension; he says he’s afraid getting involved with
this would make him listen to what he says.
* * *
You Drop Or Shoot Off A Toe” banquet, one ole war horse stood,
raised high his glass, and proclaimed, “I give you victory,
defeat, peace, war, life and unspeakable deaths, and anyone who
will not thereto drink with me can either go join the clergy,
read Emily Dickinson, or dress up like her.”
* * *
On another world, (the exact location of which you certainly
need not now be concerned), the first kid said, “Everything I
know I got from my computer.” And the second one said,
“Everything I know I got from TV.” And a third one chimed in,
“Everything I know I got from books.” And the one that comes
next in this order said, “Everything I know I got from life.”
And the first three said, “Life? – what’s life?” …(I do so
hope that you will not be so childish as to run with your
planet’s first impression of this little tale – huh?!)
* * *
Over on this kind of make believe, parallel world, (far too
frightening – I mean, exciting – no, I mean parallel or make
believe to talk about), every morning, many, many, many of its
people leap enthusiastically from their beds, smiling, laughing,
and shouting out in loud voices, “God, it’s great to be sick.”
* * *
After hearing his older sergeant give the usual kind of
expected directions, one neural rookie to the force thought, “But
if we DO round up the ‘usual gang of suspects’, there won’t be
anybody left.”
* * *
Another Note For The Neurally Notable: Re-naming rats,
squirrels, may not actually make them squirrels, BUT as long as
you say that it, “may not actually make them squirrels” there
remains the possibility that it may do so.
* * *
One martially motivated kid asked his ole man, “When
confronting entrenched foes…”, and the elder interrupted, “You
mean, ‘ideas’.” “Yes,” said the little trooper, “when
confronting entrenched ideas, should you fire at their heads or
their feet?” And his father responded, “It doesn’t matter; if
you can still see any difference you ain’t got no bullets
anyway.”
* * *
curious questions that always arise regarding this kind of
subversive activity, one Revolutionist told a young recruit, “The
difference between you and me is that you’re a critic, and I’m a
reporter.”
* * *
In case you’ve yet to notice, regarding certain services,
the price increases every time you ask.
* * *
Rams not known to the rut, write no odes slamming ewes.
Urban Version: Late trains are cursed only by those wishing to
catch a train.
* * *
The best hope for escape is escape.
* * *
Over near the debater’s spot in the park, I heard one ole
grizzler declare, “‘Blank verse’, smank hearse – i say it ain’t
poetry if it don’t rhyme.” And a by-stander asked me, “Did he
say ‘whine’?”
* * *
Then there was this one guy who, ever time he heard the old
song “It Had To Be You”, really thought that it had to be him.
* * *
In all City affairs, conquests, and campaigns, the buzzards
arrive with the king. …(In fact-o: Number fifty-three on the
jackal’s Top Forty – with a bullet – is the song, “Why Wait, Dear
Claudio Until The Last Bloody Minute”)
* * *
Somewhere “down the street”, “around the corner”, or “just
over there”, someone is always claiming that the final shot is
being fired.
* * *
After hearing nations referred to in the feminine gender,
one voice demanded, “Well, if States are women then what are
traitors?” And another voice inquired, “Are you actually talking
about political entities or certain subversive neural
activities?” But the first voice suddenly got distracted and
never replied.
* * *
Just as the kid was about to jump in for the first time, a
father noted, “Remember, a man with three names has three
chances.”
* * * ‘Tis rumored that one intellectually subversive group used
as their “inner office motto” the following, “If you can drift in
and out of the Revolution you can drift in and out of
consciousness.”
* * *
When it comes to City deliveries, you could say (sans
sarcasm, of coursely) that all errands are fool’s errands. (Of
course also, you don’t have to say anything about anything –
right?…After all, it’s your truck, you’re driving, and this is
your route…right?)
* * *
Some more linguistic news from other worlds: Most words
that begin with the same letter have almost the same meaning.
* * *
This one ole man leaped to his feet, pointed his right
finger high in the air, and declared, “If you’re going to be
antipodal be diametrically so.” And his kid pleaded, “But papa,
how can you be otherwise?” To which the declarer replied with a
jerk, “How many times have I told you not to call me Agamemnon or
awaken me in the middle of a nap.”
* * *
Revised And Revisited: No kite is a kite until it’s flown;
no gun is a gun until it is fired, and no process is
comprehensible until it is “Thing-Specified.”
* * *
In that far away land of Neural Springtime, a man prepared
to quote others for s support and authority for his own ideas is
prepared for a lot! – No he’s not, what he’s prepared for is home
sickness.
* * *
In the midst of a rambling letter recently received, the
writer expresses the notion that “trying to observe a
Revolutionist’s mind in action is like watching a magic act in the
dark.”
* * *
Axiomatic Graffiti For Our Times…Maybe: Anything that
lives only an hour away lives too close.
* * *
disregard.
* * *
For those of you with increasingly manifold sight, perhaps I
should note that within the “Infinitely Adjacent” IS the ultimate
remedy and arbitrator, (sans, of course, any local, human feeling
or comment thereon)…NOW – “there!”
* * *
One fellow, in an attempt to move his own education along
smartly, said to himself, “Look, I’ll say most ANY thing if it’ll
help.”
* * *
The great warfare twixt good and evil has slain many a good
man, but not near so many as death.
* * *
Memory: The arrogance of death.
* * *
Then finally that night, Life said, “I’ll only rest easy
once the last Revolutionist hasn’t been killed.”
* * *
Out on that unused playing field, just west of the park, I
heard a fellow talking to himself as he ambled about in
increasingly larger circles, whilst making hand gestures and
chewing on a leaf; the part I overheard went thusly, “If the
worst part of being dead is NOT in being gone, then that would
mean that the worst part of being alive is NOT in being here.”
He then began leaping into the air, clicking his little heels,
and cried, “Ouuu – I love it, I love it; I do dearly almost love
it.”
* * *
All that man can dream of is somewhere already past.
* * *
No one dreams of freedom more or thinks of it less than the
imprisoned.
* * *
As always, (and even today), ’tis hard to follow your talent
AND be respectable……….(much less, successful).
* * *
On his death bed, one fellow’s last words were, “I ain’t GOT
no last words.”
* * *
Some Terpsichorean advice overheard twixt father and son
during the “early-mid-years” of their dance, “Kid, don’t let the
big boys push you around, unless they’re bigger than you and seem
to want to push you around.”
* * *
No explanation is a complete explanation.
* * *
In the Secondary world, the question of whether civilized or
nay, is based on the intensity of the struggle within.
* * *
One consolation available to all – “It’s never too late for
tomorrow.”
* * *
bring on the new – I mean, Weed out the ill, and serve up the
good – I mean – Ah, shut the fuck up, y’all.”
* * *
To taste freedom amidst our life long subjection one must
heed the Muse Of Variety.
* * *
To be passionately patriotic can at first seem good, in that
it displays a joy of being alive, but it ultimately asks that it
be at someone else’s expense. …(Such remains the nutritional
needs of Mother Life, sub rosa belch.)
* * *
In this one City’s government is a small – small?, hell, a
one man department with the title, “Look On The Brighter Side
Bureau”, (which originally was to be named the, “Things Could Be
Worse Board”, which even now some cynics refer to collectively
as, “Things Are Worse Now Because Of The ‘Look On The Brighter
Side Bureau’.” It seems due to the less than dazzling success
and public acceptance of its sole official and spokesman who many
critics further say only has the position based on his political
kinship), but be all that as it will probably may, I thought I’d
give you some idea of the quality of his output; from the office
of the “Look On The Brighter Side Bureau”, last Thursday’s
official proclamation was as follows: “Although a man can slap
his own face at least he can’t kick himself in the ass.”
* * *
In some places, humor will prevail. …(Sad to say, but as
with everything else, this too yields to additional conquests.)
* * *
You might think that, “that that’s strongest, lasts the
longest” – but then longevity becomes the power supreme. (And
Wilbur told Orville, “I like it, I b’lieve it’ll fly.”)
* * *
The speaker concluded his otherwise unremarkable remarks by
saying, “Man’s ability to exaggerate has no – (thank god) –
apparent limit.”
* * *
In some cosmic jurisdictions, those who say, “Why I’m so
overcome I ‘hardly’ know what to say”, are not overcome enough.
* * *
Were we to take the everyday mental activities of men and
turn them to a commercial metaphor, we could say, “Shopping at K-
Mart won’t MAKE you cheap, but it can KEEP you cheap.” …(And
further on down the bar a fellow said, “The question is: If
Shakespeare were alive today would he be writing for the National
Inquirer?” But next to him another chap countered, “Nay, nay;
the real question is: Should a critic be allowed to review his
own work?”)
* * *
Repeat when necessary, refuse when possible.
* * *
One ole-sorely-timer one day announced to his brood, “Any of
you who still can’t see the ‘justice-of-it-all’ can just kiss my
paternal ass, or else consider why those with weak minds are the
ones who say, ‘The legs are the first to go’.”
* * *
Upon reading an honored axiom, “Force is not a remedy”, this
one chap averred as to how this was not only correct, but even
more so, he says it should fully read, “Force is not MERELY a
remedy.” …(Now there!)
* * *
Being fully outfitted for battle in Boise may just be cute
in Butte. …(As the elephants grew close to the Skippy plant,
even Hannibal had to call for his atlas.)
* * *
All closets stink.
* * *
In more complex worlds, the difference between an offensive
and a defensive weapon is intelligence.
* * *
Variety can move in all possible secondary directions.
* * *
Then in the City a cry went out, “Hold up there; you can’t
identify the bodies until the killing stops.”
* * *
to stop, a man suddenly became revolutionized…smiled…and got
wet…GOOD and wet!
* * *
Question Of The Day: Is it possible to live a life whose
experiences consist of only memories? …(Hint: Someone does
know the answer.)
* * *
The definitions of all words are off just a little…at
least by one dimension.
* * *
Careful now, encouraging the ordinary will only encourage
it.
* * *
The more reasoned the argument, the more logical the debate,
the more arrives the aroma of uninvited irony.
* * *
Being ABLE to “carry on” is no sure sign that you SHOULD
carry on……….(More than strong backs are herein involved;
one must also have the intelligence to make the decision.)
* * *
In the City there’s always a three hundred dollar fine for
two hundred dollar offenses.
* * *
I overheard one somewhat three dimensionally inclined fellow
say that he found people’s enthusiastic involvement with faddish
attempts to be acceptable not unlike men passionately clammering
for the last berths on the Titanic, knowing it would only sink
once.
* * *
Variety with any boundaries is not variety.
* * *
During the later hours of the company party, a man from
bookkeeping stood and announced, “I will now make some weird,
squeaky noises with parts of my body normally unused.” And his
son thought, “Gads, that opens up some frightening possibilities.”
* * *
camouflage, if you let ’em know you keep “account books” – they
can always find you!
* * *
Radical Acting Hint Number Twenty-Two: All the best parts
have a bit of feigned insanity.
* * *
In the grip of confessional, if not revelatory spirit, the
ole man told the kid, “Sometimes I think the onliest reason I
keep you around is so’s I’ll have someone to feel superior to.”
And the kid said, “Yeah, I know.” And suddenly – just for an
instant – the ole man didn’t feel all that superior…(but just
for an instant mind you.)
* * *
Knowledge will never get the job done; that is, no word can
ever finish the sentence.
* * *
Anyone who offers blanket assurance that you will be “happy”
if you will but pursue this-or-that course of action or thought,
at least, has an interesting concept of “happy.”
* * *
Criticism is the expiration to creativity’s inspiration.
* * *
Another verse in that epic, mortal song, “Oh, The Laborious,
Never-Ending, Modifier-Laden Path We Tread Toward Refinement If
Not Perfection”, (and it goeth like this-eth): “If you’re gonna
wrestle get a partner and be a team; if you’re gonna wrestle as
a tag-team, get masks; if you’re gonna wrestle as a masked tag-
team, use an assumed name; if you’re gonna wrestle as a masked
tag-team under assumed names get a manager; if you’re gonna
wrestle under assumed names as a masked tag-team with a manager –
GET REAL!” ….(Additional verses may be ordered directly from
your local florist or junk yard.)
* * *
If they insist that you, “name your drug of choice”, stall
as long as possible; you can’t ever tell what might turn up
later.
* * *
auspicious day, and every man-jack of us lay down our swabs,
hitch up our breeches, face the fiery flag and repeat together –
“Only those who need mercy want mercy.”
* * *
One fellow hereby describes Secondary treatments for
Secondary ills as, “After being set afire, leap from a tall
building to escape the flames.”
* * *
Only revolutionist thought offers sufficient variety.
* * *
One old Borscht Belt veteran, upon visiting a “house of
worship” for the first time, quickly experienced his own moment
of epiphany when he leaped to his feet shouting, “Vaudeville
LIVES!”
* * *
A friend will hold your coat, a lover will hold your hand,
but who will hold your attention?
* * *
At the closing ceremonies of the four-day, “Ole Soreheads &
Philosophers’ Convention”, one apparently interesting fellow
offered these final words, “I believe I can speak for us all in
saying that no one speaks for us all.” ….(But then again, four
days is not much time in which to squeeze ninety-six hours.)
* * *
FYI: The true, secret, mystical, sacred, metaphysical name
of “justice” begins with “S.”
* * *
This one ole sore head told the kid, “The main thing in life
is to always have something to be pissed about.” And the lad
thought, So long’s you’re alive – no problem.”
* * *
A better response to any human question is almost ANY
response not already known.
* * *
one terrestrial thinker has bundled his collective wisdom into
the conclusion that, “Man’s sacred duty, and highest calling in
this mortal life is to ‘give advice’.”
* * *
Then suddenly, then finally, an otherwise remarkably
unfathomable chieftain roared, “Where are we? – Where can we go?,
without a foe.”
* * *
It would seem that consumerism, and truth-in-advertising is
reaching into areas truly unexpected such as with a certain
notable soothsayer who now declaims, “I know all that has been,
and strongly suspect what is to be…”
* * *
In a strictly revolutionist sense, a man who tried to be
your friend wouldn’t try to be anything else.
* * *
That which SEEMS inevitable is – guess what?….
* * *
The horizon between here and there is infinitely extensive.
* * *
A man who can quote many others from memory can quote many
others.
* * *
The most propitious arrangement is to have a hero when
you’re young and dumb and can best afford it.
* * *
One voice declared, “No man can complete what men have
begun.” And his Partner replied, “You think that’s something,
groove on this: No man can BEGIN what men have begun.”
* * *
Most of the reports are exaggerated…. …(But if they
weren’t, no one would pay them any mind.)
* * *
One man who might prove interesting to meet, is he I
overheard say, “A mirror was my mother.”
* * *
Local reality is “thing-specific” as the universal is
processional.
* * *
Another guy’s final words were, “Say look, these are gonna
have to be my final words.”
* * *
If you know what you’re doing, you don’t have to think about
what you’re doing. …(Oh sure, I know that some of you already
know that, but some of you aren’t from around here.)
* * *
Man’s voice is one of qualifiers; no “plain-speak” is
possible in secondary circumstances.
* * *
One gentleman summed it up this way, “Any one who wants to
reminisce should do so on their time, not mine.”
* * *
A belief in cause-&-effect, and the connectedness-of-things
helps hold down variety.
* * *
Once you have an around the clock recollection that all
movement, both Primary and Secondary, that all movement, both of
matter and energy, causes friction you can then smartly file away
the “problem of friction” once and for all under “Fuck It.”
* * *
A man’s thinking comes in installments. …(Need we comment
on the reliability and efficiency of the Postal Service?)
* * *
Although from one ken everything’s close together, it’s not
TOO close.
* * *
Like the manhole cover, only UN-connected info can never
fall back through itself.
* * *
“Just think,” said one ole burr heard over near the
reservoir, “if we COULD actually ‘learn from other peoples’
mistakes’ we wouldn’t have to HAVE other people.”
* * *
In one Revolutionist’s lexicon the word, “coincidental” is
synonymous with “un-connected.”
* * * In the Secondary world, even the lack of passion is an
emotion.
* * *
Of one well publicized man on a convoluted planet ’twas said
that his “mere absence” could “take your breath away.”
* * *
No variety is sufficient unless it is greater than the
variety that preceded it.
* * *
“O.k., kids, on your mark, ready, set, go! – and the last
one to think of it is a rotten egg.”
* * *
You only have “one last chance”, and the cute thing about it
is that it’s never the one you think it is.
* * *
Any poet given to opening lines such as, “Oh Death”, “Oh
Fame”, “Oh Heartache”, or “Oh anything”, is not a good credit
risk.
* * *
May we not enjoy the pleasure of my quoting of another of
the road-side-philosophers I often encounter? One of them last
week noted, “The benefits of a bad memory are far too numerous to
note even could I recall them.”
* * *
Even the personally discovered “truth” that is astounding
eventually becomes tiresome – that is, if you know what you’re
doing.
* * *
Everything predicted in the City has all READY come true.
* * *
specific, literate – ergo, intellectual interest, it has been
decreed that, “All antonyms will be believed to rhyme with the
words they are opposite to in meaning.” …(To say that the
latent application of this is prodigious is simply to interfere
with saying it is SUPER prodigious.)
* * *
Cogent Reminder Number Double-Up: Once one thing is
completed another can begin, but not before, after, and certainly
not during.
* * *
Everyone’s journey “from here to there”, goes past damn near
everywhere else.
* * *
If you only go to work on pay day, you now have the kind of
job the Revolution always had in mind for you but just couldn’t
mention.
* * *
Over on another dimension where such things are possible and
profitable, there was this guy, see, who apparently knew some
unusual stuff that some other people wanted to know, so they’d
meet and he’d talk at them, and one step of their dance was that
he invited them all to submit questions they would personally
like addressed, and when he got them he would secretly make note
to himself NOT to speak on the subjects which they asked about.
Finally one day, one of the people realized what he was doing,
and suddenly learned more about everything than all of the talks
had ever conveyed. …(Non-detailed, un-spoken lessons speak
louder than all of the audibles combined – for those with a
variety of un-connected hearing orders.)
* * *
Life fires energy in so many directions someone’s always
hit, and everyone blames everyone else.
* * *
One guy over in a variant loading zone told his charge,
“Kid, anybody can tell you WHAT to think, but the trick is in
knowing WHEN to think it.”
* * *
In the City just because it’s Friday doesn’t mean that
Thursday’s completely over.
* * *
As per pertinent union rules: Local gods only have local
authority.
* * *
One guy confided to me, (and rather adamantly, at that),
that he didn’t “deal in experience, only RE-experience!”
* * *
A poet with politics is a Tory blues singer.
* * *
In the pursuit of one of his favorite leisure time
activities, that of attending literary and philosophical debates,
this one lad would often let his intellectual enthusiasm get the
better of him and he would leap to his feet and shout, “Hit him
in the goobers! Hit him in the goobers!”
* * *
Processes require effort, things, simply acceptance.
* * *
Life in the Secondary world could be called the “attempt to
cure the cure.”
* * *
The first place many people look is just where you’d expect;
this does not, however, keep them from looking there just the
same.
* * *
of them. Late Twentieth Century Variation Number One: The
intellect has its own specific responsibility but its job
description remains incomplete.
* * *
Just last night I heard of one fellow who enjoys life so
much here that he tries to have some major surgery at least once
a week.
* * *
Anyone can play Prince Hal; the vigorous trick is to be your
own Falstaff.
* * *
If you can think in places where it doesn’t matter your
thinking can begin to matter.
* * *
A man who says he’s been following my comments doggedly for
some time now, and trying also to “think some on his own” along
such lines, tells me he has arrived at a serious suspicion; he
says that he believes that Life is so arranged that if a man here
and there might actually see how things work, Life would just
wave Its hands about to encompass it all and say, “Hey, you
should’ve known.”
* * *
All big creatures say they’d like to “hold on to what they
got.”
* * *
Whilst stroking and babbling to his dog one day, a man was
suddenly overcome with a fit of inter-species friendship, and
said aloud, “You know, ole sport, dogs and their masters have a
lot in common.” And the canine one thought, “Yeah, their
addresses.”
* * *
Feel free to ignore anyone with a cause; to “have a cause”
in the City, is an excuse for not being home.
* * *
said that the difference between what an extraordinary intellect
knows and what everybody else knows is actually quite small…
(but for the extraordinary it’s all the difference required).
* * *
This one guy used to (and good-heartedly, I thought) say to
his brain, “Boy, you crack me up.”
* * *
If you live by the City-stare, everything seems personal and
local; if you begin to look around, things begin to appear
universal and connected; and becoming quick enough to escape this
cosmos, things stand alone, freed from their conceptual
connections.
* * *
A new limitation can afford a fresh freedom.
* * *
If you’ve already thought it all before then it doesn’t
bother you so much that others continue to do so.
* * *
One concerned ole man said to his kid, “Don’t ever tell
ANYone what you think.” And the lad replied, “Ahh, just keep it
all to yourself.” “No, blister-brain – I said ANYone!”
* * *
Playing with language is like playing with fire, except it’s
hotter…colder…or nothing like it at all.
* * *
Then seeking assurance, one noble little nipper said, “But
Pa Pa, If I do not look at myself might not I go away?” And as
some on some planets damn well expected, the ole man replied, “So
lucky, so lucky, we should all indeed be so lucky.”
* * *