Jan Cox Talk 0891

A “Point of View” Is Both Necessary and Limiting

PREVNEXT

Summary = See below
Condensed News Items = See below
News Item Gallery = jcap 1991-06-05 -0891
Transcript = None
Key Words =

Summary

#891 Nov 6, 1991 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to :25. Only the Neural Revolutionist is capable or interested in pursuing his individual agenda. Pursuit of any beyond collective needs is just not required of men. The collective thinking, to operate ties the ordinary individual to a distinct point of view; opposed to this: TMTYHT/thinking more than you have to, i.e., thinking from no particular point of view. Every POV/point of view, is an even further limitation on what is already a restricted, finite, 3-d topography (the brain). A POV is both necessary, and limiting.


The News

Note from our video bulletin board: “You can defuse any situation except stupidity…” No, I’m sorry. That says, “Including stupidity…” (Hey, what’s going on around here? I still don’t understand it!!)

***

One guy thought he had a tumor — but it just turned out to be his brain.

***

It seems clear that many realities — and revolutionists — are result oriented.

***

A Word to the Wise: “Friendly beliefs must be protected at all costs.” (This is actually a word to those who think they’re wise [who are the only in the city who can claim to be].)

***

At that most singular awards banquet, most of the honors went to those who had the good taste not to show up.

***

More City Curios and Stratagems: Any idea, that from its author’s view, is not being misused, is not being properly used.

***

{…and Kyroot pressed your luck:} In the urban neural, healthy babies are soon kidnapped.

***

The dumb always suspect a plot.

***

One day a year, this one king would allow everyone to approach him, and call him whatever despicable, disgusting name they liked. (In most years this event coincided with the day that he shot everyone. [“Most”, my maniacal ass!])

***

The city calendar is carried in the blood.

***

Giving him the ole, slap-to-the-face, kick-to-the-seat, and finger-in-the-eye, this one reality told its local god, “A moral put to a story is like the world’s best punch line put to the world’s worst set-up — or vice versa.” (Cultural Item: The annual meeting of the City Comedy Writers Guild has selected Adam as their patron saint.)

***

There is one man who has stored away more corn flakes than he will ever be able to eat; but he scoffs at our potential laughter by saying, “Hey, just look at the human brain!”

***

During the daytime hours, no matter what tacky thing you can say, or insulting gesture you can make regarding your captor, just remember: When it comes bed-check time — the joke’s always on you.

***

For his two o’clock performance, one of the park philosophers graced the crowd with the following pronouncement: “Idiocy, even fifty years old, still has its baby teeth.” (None in the audience pretended to take this personally.)

***

Although the thinking of the collective is indispensable, it is not sufficient.

***

The mayor of one secondary city loudly proclaimed (on that day of the week set aside for Loud Proclamations), “Let us never, never forget: We must always continue to strive for that which we’re always striving for.”

***

Part of speech’s responsibility is to help man’s secondary world control the attention of his primary.

***

“And now, contestants, for the big prize of the day — tell me: What is the one word of advice all Ole-Men-Realities tell their Kid counterparts? Think fast, I must have your answer within sixty years.”

***

One subversive sort told his own neural offspring, “Any activity that offers a prize ain’t worth foolin’ with to begin with.” (Those who know that already have their own reward.)

***

A strong reminder is not as good as a bullet.

***

Once the local god of a reality just east of here, found out that certain things “gave the creatures the blues,” began having more fun than a cobalt burn in an indigo factory. (An attorney who says he represents the violet interests of visible light, wishes to warn and remind us that all of the memorable bad-asses of history were identified with his client’s area of the spectrum, and not with that other sissy end.)

***

One guy says, sure, he’s a hostile, untrustworthy drunk, but he says he’s not gonna complicate it by trying to analyze it.

***

A man who can think metaphorically, can speak metaphorically, and in the city, a man who can speak metaphorically can sometimes get a cab.

***

Stopping me on the street, a fellow says he watches our show, and has been wanting to write and ask me if doing the kinds of things I talk about is any different than living life — but that he’s never had the nerve.

***

When he appeared in matches out of town, this one reality would don a mask and go by the name, “Sweet Daddy Dive Bomber.” (And another thing: Being a reality means that, “You’re a hit wherever you go.”)

***

Becoming momentarily disoriented, a city mystic proclaimed, “Tell me what you think, and I’ll tell you what you eat.” (It was tricky weaseling out of that one; not impossible, just tricky.)

***

Myths from the Muff Files: One day the king, the local god, an ole man, and Mary were sittin’ around and someone said, “If you don’t have power over somebody — who wants to be in power?!!” (No one knows who said it; no one knows who heard it, and no one knows whether this really happened or not.)

***

One god’s constant reminder was, “Don’t quote me.”

***

A critic is better myopic than fully blind; thus is man’s ordinary intellectual state explained.

***

After years of consideration, one chap decided that he didn’t want his son to marry any word of over six letters.

***

One reality says that it’s open from “Nine a.m., ’til deja vu.”

***

Putting back on his clothes, the professor concluded the day’s class by informing the freshmen, “The vast majority of history’s memorable battles have already been fought and finished.” (It is dicey and difficult, in a spatially limited classroom, to give timely instruction.)

***

Comment overheard at the Barber’s & Philosopher’s Bar-B-Q: “Okay, mister ‘smarty-pants’ — if life’s not gonna speak for itself, then who the hell is?!!”

***

One revolutionist mentioned to his reality that at times it was hard not to think of some people as “stupid,” and Life replied, “Yeah I know, and I’ve been trying to come up with a better sounding synonym for it.” (Programming Note: Our sponsors want it stated that the above was either a joke or a parable, and that they had nothing to do with it.)

***

One Thursday, the Official Voice of this one universe announced, “Those with short names have a short time to live.” And a chap asked, “How about those with long names?” — “The same.”

***

Additional city and seditionary comparisons: A man who will “lead you” will lead you a wrong: A revolutionist doesn’t lead anybody anywhere — he drags ’em!

***

One king would tell his anxious middle class, “The gods will not deal with you profitably if you show up with attorneys, or personal managers.” (Corollated Scientific Query: What do you think is the leading slayer of new thoughts in the human nervous system? …That’s right — Nothing!!)

***

Once they’d paved a road this one guy’d abandon it.

***

One reality blessed some more than others, but since it all blessed him, he couldn’t tell the difference. Mr. Six Dimensions blessed some lesser dimensions more than others, (You can fill in the rest).

***

A violent philosophy can prove to be of great interest; especially to those killed by it; (After the fact, of course).

***

A chap from the southern sector says he’s entirely comfortable with his ends, but that his means are making him dizzy and just the least bit disgusted. (He says he’s pretty sure he’s not alone in this.)

***

A voice from the space-time — or maybe it was from the electro-magnetic spectrum — said: “In some people, the difference between what they say and what they feel could scare the hell out of a plumber.”

***

Collective thought is to individual thinking as the secondary to the primary.

***

Out on his Final World Tour, this one retiring park philosopher told the noon time crowd, “When men get overloaded — they have bathroom facilities; when realities get too big for their britches — they have creatures.” (Moral: It’s difficult to judge if the collective’s actually amused, even at times when many of them are laughing. [Note: This statement is not a moral, but rather a stupid test: did you pass?]).

***

Over in one city, at the height of their political campaigns, one passionate candidate accused his opponent of having major chemical pretensions.” (Only his speech writers, god, and the chemicals know what it means.)

***

The better the hardware, the more condensed the soft.

***

{…and after an appropriate pause, a viewer writes:} “Does that previous Kyroot mean that the high-end receivers somehow pick up better programs?, and if so, that’s patent nonsense. (P.S.: How do you do it?), Sincerely”, etc.

***

After he’d made his dogmatic comments, I once made the mistake of telling a chap, “Speak for yourself.” — and he did so again.

***

The prince’s private tutor quizzed him, “What could be worse than wanting to be a religious figure?” and the regent replied, “Being one?” … (Cheap help is hard to find when you’re rich.
… [Cheap help is hard to find when you’re not looking for it.])

***

The real test of the revolutionist is whether he will assume unto himself any modifier, any adjective or adverb.

***

{…and a battle-beautied rebel noted:} “It’s tough enough just having a self without adding to it.”

***

Perhaps the simplest way to remember it is like this: If it’s alive — it’s alive.

***

In response to some of his creature’s continual badgering for him to, “Tell them what life is all about”, this one reality finally up and said to them, “Okay, look, there’re several possibilities here: One is, that I’ve already told you and you didn’t notice; two is, that maybe I already told you but you couldn’t hear it; another possibility is that I haven’t told you yet, and yet another is that I may never tell you.” (That gave ’em all so much to think about that they didn’t think about what they were originally thinking about any more. …[And a man reacted, “God!, that life could be so simple.”])

***

A question that even the men of Up-Town, Big-Time, Brain-City can’t answer: “How can you enjoy being well if you’re never sick?” (Of course, no one but hick politicians and their equally worthy constituents concern themselves with such weighty matters as: Health, happiness, and the homogenized-way-of-life.) …[On another world, (Noted primarily for its other worldliness), having a particularly pointed, point-of-view was likened unto an embarrassing erection; in matter of fact, their university’s Philosophy Team had as its battle cry, Stick it in your ear, stick it in your ear; if you come over here, you can stick it in your ear”])

***

Captivity is the natural condition; understanding it, the exceptional.

***

The serious concern the ordinary mind is made to show for our secondary world is a basement tenant complaining about water leaks from upstairs apartments in a one story building. …(In retaliation, one neural team said that every time the postal rates went up, they just read their mail faster.)

***

One guy, with a slick spot on his brain, said, “What I want to know is why would life give us a sweat suit, and then tell us, not to sweat it — Why?, Why would life do this?” (Does anybody have any idea what the hell this man is talking about?!!)

***

Whenever he knew that some were about to temporarily be hurt more than others, this one life would have someone say, “Hey, we’re all in this together.” (The scientific reality underlying this is that when a closet is tilted to the left, those on the right experience a brisk introduction to their opposite-wall counterparts. [And someone in our viewing audience wants to contact us and say that if this all goes much further down the road he fears it’s going, that there won’t be enough left to worry about, to worry about. …(I won’t bother to say, “Hey, don’t thank me”, cause the last time I did the guy said, “Don’t worry — I won’t”.)])

***

His royalness, the king, said to his Minister Of Rough Stuff, “Go forth, and collect for me, one shekel from every subject who has ever thought that life might be just a dream we’re in,” and the consul said, “Sire — Wake up.”

***

Every one’s memory improves after they’re gone. …(And one little feller said he b’lieved he’d just leave early.)

***

Some things can only be said metaphorically, and not plain-and-directly; for if said plain-and-directly — they’ve been heard already before.

***

The little girl cried, “Oh forsooth, alas, boo hoo, I’ve gone and lost My point of view,” and a passing gent told her, “No dear, you’ve just misplaced your Lamb.”

***

Above the rebel’s camp, a sky-writing plane spelled out these words, “There Is No Way To Defend Yourself.” (Some thought it a trick, others, an aberrant cloud formation.)

***

One day, while his kid was away, (somewhere or the other), this one man told himself, “A reality that quits putting Morals to its instructions should be watched.”

***

After he got his reality all set up and everything, this one Life told one of his buds, “It looks like there’s gonna be some conflicts come up between different groups.”

***

When one man heard that, “Life pays everyone what they’re worth” — he quit.

***

The local leader of this one neural area one day leapt to his tootsies and officially de-babbled to the collective others, “Let’s all get together and be more like ourselves than anyone else.”

***

Whenever it wanted a little peace-&-quiet, this one reality would kill itself.

***

Some leaders think they’re better than the people they lead; some leaders are better than the people they lead; if the people couldn’t be better than they are, they couldn’t produce such leaders. (If any of you out there try to figure how this might somehow apply to what you seem to finally believe, out of all you seem to know, I’ll come out there and slap the stuffing off your silly neural stove top. …[A little later, a viewer sends this note, “It’s good for a writer to sometimes, get tough: He says although he’s not a writer, still, when he’s literally pushed” he can be rough-as-a-cob. (Hey, do we know what he means, or not? — not)])

***

Some things that don’t mean anything, still mean a little.

***

“Boy”, panted one guy, “Boy, oh boy: if people in the city knew what the revolution was all about — Boy!, could they have some fun.”

***