Jan Cox Talk 0676

Timeless Dictums Won’t Shut-up, Real Info Appears Once Then Forgotten


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#676 Jul 20, 1990 – 1:04 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :06. Life allows one-word wrap-ups characterizing a larger, more complex reality…but not for man’s internal states. Those descriptions are always prolix, often interminably so, and unsatisfyingly, episodically conclusive. Where such succinct word wrap-ups of internal states goes on (i.e., epithets), it is denounced as crude, uncivilized, prejudiced and untoward.

“Short thoughts, long brain”; much talk means little understanding. Life uses institutions to spread man’s ignorance, and with this complexity comes the illusion of progress out of ignorance. I.e., a man searching for answers is unimpressed when faced with another man who has no answers for him. But when faced with thousands, a whole institution of men ignorant of providing answers, he is accepting of his state of affairs; the institutional form of ignorance is not seen as no less than solitary ignorance.

To be submissive is to be repentant, is to be non-growing. All ordinary Secondary Level info is repentant, i.e., needing ordinary opposition and supporters with vested interests. Such info is continually anxious to explain itself. All “great ideas” are remembered and raised again for examination precisely because they won’t shut up. Real info appears once and is forgotten. Thus, This Thing has nothing really to say. Or at least what is said is not self-referential, submissive and repentant.


…and Kyroot said:
There was this one chap,
After every thought he had, Would to himself silently say, “Sic”.
..(and Kyroot P.S.’ed:
At first hearing,
This sounds pretty,
Promising and clever,
But all-in-all,
I’m not sure what good,
He made of it…are you?)
…and Kyroot said:
More Zoological Hints For The Inward Bound:
You can baby-talk,
AND berate,
Your pet rhino,
Until Saint Hoffa returns,
But it’ll still,
Never learn to fetch your paper.
…(I do assume,
That many of you,
Can now hear that,
Which can first sound as a,
Negative note,
Yet offers an intro,
To a most,
Useful little ditty.)
…and Kyroot said:
One way to throw ’em, ALL off-guard, Is to,
“Sing To Your Troubles” (This is especially good,
Done passionately,
With a terrible voice.)
…and Kyroot said:
In City prisons,
All pardons come too late;
For you’ve either already been executed,
Or else,
Forgave yourself,
Just before the governor called.
…and Kyroot said:
After three,
Comes four;
After four,
Comes five,
After that…you’d better check back with me.
…and Kyroot said:
The scene: The Reading Room in a public library,
A man sits deeply engrossed in the “Collected Works of Shakespeare”,
A second man approaches him and declares,
“I wrote all that is attributed to the Bard”,
(Up a notch he hitches his trousers, and continues),
“What do you think of me NOW?”,
The man reading replies,
“Are you asking,
What do I actually’think of you’ personally?,
Or”, (pointing to the book)
“What would I now think about,
These words and ideas?”
The second guy,
Squints one eye,
And suspiciously says,
“Is this a trick Kyroot?”
…and Kyroot said:
Why ask the prize,
If you’re not gonna,
Enter the contest.
…(It could prove just further annoyance.)
…and Kyroot said:
Of course,
Looked at from one way, EVERYthing’s,
The beginning of the end.
…(well well, don’t look at it
from that way then.)
…and Kyroot said:
Out in the “speaker’s area” of the park,
A chap leaped up, full height, And declared,
I am as a scarecrow for ignorance.”, And a woman passing thought, “Then stupidity’s started, Dressing like sparrows.”
…and Kyroot said:
I still fondly recall this one little guy I once met, who, in the midst of one of life’s little exciting moments was wont to shout, “Butter me quick,
WhiTheI’m on a roll.”
…and Kyroot said:
If you were to believe the news reports, Someone’s ALWAYS,
Trying to do something.
…and Kyroot said:
There’re many histories of war, None of peace.
…(and Kyroot succumbed:
Oh, all right,
Unless you wanna count, The Guest Book,
At a funeral home.)
…and Kyroot said:
First verse; “Sometimes I fear that being clever isn’t clever.”, Second verse:”Sometimes I fear that being clever isn’t enough.”,
Chorus: Sometimes I fear that enough isn’t enough.”
…(If you’re interested,
The antidote to this tune, Is to know that,
Any extreme is enough, And,
Likewise, all between.)
…and Kyroot said:
Are no friend,
To the Revolutionist.
And ends,
Ain’t much of anything,
…and Kyroot said:
Under local conditions,
I guess,
“Being a Saint Peter to a Jesus”, a Boswell to a Johnson,
Is better than nothing,
For a second rate talent.
…(In fact,
A certain City critic,
[In his own quaint way],
Wrapped it quite nicely in a variation, By noting,
“The best thing about this job,
Is that by getting to make such,
Personal comments about the ‘great’, You can almost imagine you, Actually know them.)
…and Kyroot said:
One correspondent writes to tell us that From a “certain view,
The ‘struggle for existence’
Is a laugh”.
…and Kyroot said:
One of my drinking buddies – I mean, associates at the Volunteer Fire
Brigade, defined for us all the other evening,
“City life”, as follows;
“Just ‘having-to-have’,
All the things,
You don’t have to have.”
…and Kyroot said:
More cause,
“Not To Worry”;
Those in power,
Who don’t want to, Stay in power – Won’t.
…and Kyroot said:
A gentleman, apparently, Heavy into efficiency, Says,
Am my hobby.
…and Kyroot said:
My advice for the day to the City, (If you don’t see its value,
At least remember its price); Those who need,
To cling to their culture, Had better ,
…and Kyroot said:
The Humboldt Current, Flows two ways, (Except of course, In Humboldt.)