Jan Cox Talk 0925

Must Invent Your Own Carrot

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#925 Jan 24, 1992 – 1:00 
Notes by TK

Kyroot to 28. Consider an upgraded metaphor of the carrot-horse picturization applied to man: the open-end of the nervous system = the carrot. The Neural Revolutionist invents has own carrot. The open end of the NS for the ordinary man is the reality behind the punch-line, “you can’t get there from here.” Progress for man lies in the fact that at least the carrot never recedes further in his efforts to capture it. The goal is always relatively unchanged and ever-presented for his effort. Striving for the carrot is the same as not striving for it, then feeling guilty about that.


The News

In the city, the “drug-of-choice” for many is the calming comfort of routine.

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Not only can life promise more than it ever delivers, in the individual’s case — it must.

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{…and Kyroot noted: Not only does the complex consume the simple, but further on along the revolutionist trail — the obvious overtakes the complex.}

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{City health tip: having something to do will give you something to do. …(And one little rebel said, “Yet another reason to wanna move!)}

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One kid asked his ole man, “How come out of all the world-wide, all-time history of man there’s never been one religion that made fun of itself?”

…..{Two hours later the ole man thought, “Did he say that `could make fun of itself’?”…}

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In the park, yesterday, one of the afternoon speakers had this to say: “Just because men have done a particular thing for thousands of years doesn’t mean it’s natural,” and a man in the crowd listening in spoke up and said, “But then, doing something once, just briefly, might,” and the speaker replied, “Get a mask and some tights, I’ve been looking for a tag team partner.”

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{One man kept a secret in his shorts — (And his partner said it was a good thing, since there weren’t gonna be any surprises coming from “higher up”!}

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One king (never fully in control) tried to recruit his army from the graveyards.

…..{And a viewer writes: “Regarding that last Kyroot: I was positive you were going to add that we’re all `that king’!
— BOY! Why don’t you disappoint us viewers, or somethin’!”}

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{During a recent little literary tete-a-tete, the city librarian remarked that “surely” the saddest book she’d ever seen, at least by its title, was “A Stool’s View Of Life.” (She declined to elaborate.)}

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On an island were three different groups of people. The first told one another that the gods were always listening; the second group said that the gods hardly ever listened, and the third segment believed that the gods did listen in on men, but didn’t particularly care what they said. Once a year they all got together and played a game called “Where Do YOU Want To Live?”

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Any institution that needs defending is indispensable.

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{Late one night, after a bunch of the younger recruits had been singing folk songs around the fire, an ole camp sergeant looked off into the darkness of the woods and muttered, “IF a revolutionist DID `go down that road feeling bad,’ he’d go down that muther fucker feeling RE-ALLY bad!!”}

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In that coffee shop near the university bookstore, I overheard one city-looking chap say to his companions that he had once planned to “be a poet,” until he took full notice of how many of them apparently come the think of women as being “sad, crippled creatures, alone in their room, drink in hand, humming and dancing to imaginary phonograph records.” He said he b’lieved he’d just stay in the “funeral trade,” where things were a bit more cheerful.

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{…and Kyroot noted: For normal city purposes, the best telescopes are those based on the labyrinth.}

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In his continuing attempt to save a few bucks, that same guy from last time, instead of writing, stopped me again on the street and said, “Sometimes I like long ideas and sometimes, short ones — can you explain this?” …(There was once a roadhouse, pretty far off the main bus route, which was known to its patrons as “Who You Gonna Call?!!” …[And, yes, it was open twenty-five hours a day.])

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{Over in the dead-on heart of the city, a father said to his son, “Since it’s Friday, would you like me to just skip my daily advice?” and the lad replied, “Certainly not! For, should you do so, I’d have nothing to ignore all weekend long!”}

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The king of this one mountain would periodically put up little mole hills, so he’d have something to do.

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{No matter what collective thought and the ordinary mind say, an “improved” 3-D world would not be one of fewer dimensions. (As is always the case in finite conditions, identifying forward from backward is not all that simple, nor significant.)}

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Another of those city-park-philosophers said this, commenting on his contemporaries’ religious activities: “In their fervor and simplicity, they damn near make a sin of goodness.”

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{Within a finite context, the opposite of something is of no additional significance, and its rejection, meaningless.}

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{…and Kyroot offered: Take note yourself: If you can’t think of a whole bunch of stuff at the same time — and yet — it’s not really just “at the same time” — well, not in any normal sense of “time,” at any rate, if you can’t think of a whole bunch of stuff at the same time — like we’re talking about — you can’t really think at all. …(Was that “simple enough,” Mr. Dashes, Commas, and All-Capitalized-Words?!!)}

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{(For your ears only: Secret, unorthodox, uncouth orthopedic info): Being able to intellectually “take it on the chin” will not only strengthen your present chin, but will, in fact, help grow a new one.}

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{One city correspondent surmises, “Why bother to `kick a habit’ when after that a new one will just kick in?!!”}

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{Conversation: (First guy says): “There are no stupid people…” (and second guy interrupts): “Wait, let me finish it: `There are no stupid people — only stupid ideas,'” (and the first guy says): “N-o-o, that’s not quite it either.”}

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{As if people in the city didn’t have enough to worry about, one farmer says he’s just about certain that after he’s safely in bed at night, his fruits and vegetables leave the fields and go into town.}

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One man wanted to ask, “How come man’s important institutions, like religion, education, morality, science, and love seem to change so little, and this `revolution-thing’ seems to be so different?”

…..{As a prize, one man was finally offered his choice: a satisfied mind, a set of luggage, or something else.}

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{A certain kid (after growing up in the city) remarked, “It still seems strange to me that after going to all the trouble to get my `de-coder ring,’ they stopped sending out the code.” (And all who suffered a similar fate softly hummed,
“S-t-r-a-n-g-e…”)}

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{…and Kyroot noted: A revolutionist in the midst and irradiance of a poetic maelstrom knows that all words rhyme.}

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{To help roll-the-flow, the local god told the creatures in one part of one universe that two days a week, whatever they individually believed to be so, would be so — but, he wouldn’t tell them which two days.}

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One man who didn’t need glasses wore some anyway; he wore them for so long that now he needs to take a leak — just wanted to see who was alert.

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{…and Kyroot confided: Those who tell you: “There are no great without the small” are those who tell you naught at all.}

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{When this one guy finally did realize that everyone else really was serious about it all — he almost d-i-e-d from the smiling.}

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Someone wrote the Advice Doctor and asked, “If it were possible to think `independently and individually,’ would everyone want to?” and the doctor noted, “I was tempted to respond by asking the writer `What do YOU think?’ but that too freely invites the possibility of him replying, “Well…let me check with my family and friends and see what they have to say.”
…(Thus it is that the major neural networks are never in danger of ever “going under.”)

…..{Then the “Big Announcer” (off on a side-frequency, for those with “special receivers”): “Remember, (all you `stimuli-freaks’) although there ARE many stations along the dial, our principal product remains — Static!”}

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Whilst “in his cups” (and damn close to the saucers), one king giggled to himself, “I shall entertain no directness before its time.” …(The ole monarch ofttimes had a real ball — just he and himself.)

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{One king looked upon his own mind as “his subjects.” (“Hey, you weren’t supposed to SAY THAT!”)}

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Another of the ole rebel camp sergeants one day told a few of the young troopers, “Some of you’ve got it too easy on yourself — so take this: Go off and consider whether you repeat yourselves too often.”

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{And once again it’s — “Oops For Art”: It is now well established that someone sat on Eric Satie.}

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{Once the city mind has described something and it’s become part of contemporary, street-level speech, it’s real hard to get people to see otherwise.}

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One guy’s notation to his close family and friends: “There’s one sure way to tell when things are going wrong — you’re ORDINARY!!” (Several of the young nephews agreed that it “made more sense” to them than it did to some of the others –[whatever the hell that meant.])

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{Pre and post game update: Big guys play big games, and big games require big guys: Thus it all works out, and everybody’s happy. (Cue the crowd to shout “Hooray” — or shoot ’em.)}

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{One man says he’s finally been forced to take notice that if you “chit-chat” about normal, everyday city affairs, you just about always end up “bad mouthin'” life.}

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Friday’s Fairy-Bairy: All gods have an “evil twin”…oh, so okay, so by now you know that’s not so, but they all do have an IMAGINARY one…

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{The lecturer said, “Those with no talent can still go far…” and a voice in the rear added, “Yeah, but not far enough.” …(One man is still bitching about the rowdies in the back of his noodle room.)}

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Obviously — or, apparently — or perhaps, “apparently obviously,” in reference to an item from our last program, a viewer writes, “Dear Sirs: In obvious reference to something said on your previous show, I would like to personally ask — how — I say — how is it possible that someone could learn more from their dog and house plants than from their culture, or religion; I’m dead serious — I want to know — HOW?” Signed, “Sincerely,” etc.

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{A youngish chap with one foot up on a city bus bench squinted into the sun and said that when his mind was “REALLY rollin’,” the energy level could “scare caffine.” (Except, of course, he misspelled “caffeine” again.)}

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{There are several techniques possible to be a poet: One is to pore again over the melancholy of “being man,” while another is to be taller, and peer over the present horizon. Most poets are short.}

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{In the northwest sector was one man who would repeat to himself, “The log-jams of the mind — oh, the log-jams of the mind.” (His partner says he’s never seemed to consider the possibility of widening his rivers.)}

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{After his first visit to the palace, one village blade declared to his associates: “I have `looked upon our queen,’ and she is other-worldly, a true priestess, a fountain of wisdom, a garden of righteousness, and (I might add) — one fine lookin’ biddy.”}

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{A real revolutionist is extremely secretive — no, strike “extremely.”}

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{One guy’s all-weather, city-brain told him, “Have no fear, you’ll be the LAST to hear,” and he said, “Don’t you mean the `FIRST’?” and his grey-goo replied, “Once a dummy — always my bud.”}

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{A man who truly understands what’s “going on in life” can ofttimes find a parking meter that still has some time left on it.}

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Reviewing his prospects for a prodigious future, he faced himself squarely and pondered, “Can a small boy, from a small town, with a small mind, and a small impediment, turn it all somehow into one LARGE problem and FAME?”

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When he was depressed, this one man would go lay by the fire; a lot of good it did him, ’cause when he was cold he’d go stretch out next to an inspirational book.

…..{A gentleman with a small headache says he thinks life would go a lot smoother if people could just get everything in its “proper order.”}

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{And from the viewing audience, this letter: “Dear Kyroot: I think that you place too much emphasis on the mind…” (etc.). And there you have yet another elegant example of the difference between ordinary thinking and that of the revolutionist.}

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{As a form of self-defined-progress, one man says his desire now is just to be able to “hurt himself in ways that don’t show.”}

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{And a telegram from the city, from the International Association Of Thinkers, which says that they “never think about us.”}

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Rumming and ruminating over his life, one — still eccentric — ole timer at a back table said that — even as a small lad — he “realized it was all over” when he discovered that even the king told “goddam personal anecdotes.”

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{One chap volunteered the following: “Another good thing about not knowin’ much about yourself is that if you DO ever get to be a `big deal’ in life, you won’t have to feel funny about it.”}

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A pondering-kinda-city guy pondered, “You read so much throughout history about `casting pearls before swine’ that I wonder if it mightn’t be profitable to go scuba divin’ out by the pig pens?!!” …(Now, don’t none of you write me right quick to ask if this is actually making some sort of metaphorical reference to gettin’ information where other people done quit lookin’, or never even looked at all — now don’t chu DO IT!)

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{In true revolutionist fashion, one guy’s mind thought, “If originality doesn’t count for everything — it don’t count for squat!” …(In his spare time, one guy used to be somebody else.)}

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Dumb kings appoint dumb ministers; but, Hey! — it could be worse — you could be ordinary and forced to “CARE”!!

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{One man began to actually have some individual thoughts…
b-u-t…he got over it, and forgot about ’em.}

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Once, during singularly anachronistic times, a rebel, whilst strolling through a public thoroughfare in one city, came upon a multitude of people holding hands, looking skyward, and singing, “Oh lord, oh god, when wilt thou come down to save us, us, the little people? …When, oh lord?” And (as you would well imagine) he was as STARTLED as plagiarism off a duck’s back. (As everyone’s old city uncle used to say, “The more things change, the madder I get.”)

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{One man lived with statues; he said they were more “dependable.”}

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Be NICE to your genes.

…..{And pertinent thereto, a viewer writes: “Don’t you have that backwards?”}

…..{And Kyroot replied — “Fuck you, dummy.”}

…..{And Kyroot wants it known that this was all a metaphorical exercise and lesson.}

…..{(Then under his breath, Kyroot noted that it sure is time consuming having to look after the delicate and literal sensibilities of the dummies.)}

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The heretofore uncodified dual possible histories of secondary man: (The first): Grow – Stop – Die. (The other): YOU figure it out!

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{“Son,” said the ole man, “I’m afraid the laugh will remain on you unless you can become your own comedy team, supplying the punch-lines to your own set-ups.”}

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Early one morning, just after push-ups, and just before some more push-ups, the sergeant told the recruits: “Thus, in one quite valid sense, everyone makes UP their reality. After that, you’ve got two choices: Either know you do, or not. Now — Hit the deck! — Two thousand and one, two thousand and two, two thousand and…”

…..{And from our audience a complainer complains: “Dear Sirs: If it were as easy to `exercise-the-mind’ as it is the body — we could all be intellectual giants.” Well Dear Sir: Hold-your-breath, don’t-you-wish, and, in-your-dreams. …(“Hey, but — `seriously, folks,'” said Mr. Science, “that just ain’t how things WORK!”)}

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