The City Mind Takes No Prisoners–It Merely Makes Them Disappear
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#1004 Jul 29, 1992 – 1:16
Notes by TK
Kyroot to :28. If men didn’t have something to worry about they’d have nothing to worry about.
Just as the stomach closes down when faced w/ physical danger, so does the mind when faced w/ unexpected info.
As long as men continue to debate freewill, they’re safe. Predictions of the future are just a cheap version of the past.
A man w/ a soul has no mind.
The dead are buried in quiet and are then disturbed by memories.
A Neural Revolutionist is no mere spectator.
Man’s memory can conjure up shadows that bite.
Audio-only: to :16. The ordinary mind takes no prisoners, it merely makes them (conflicting info) disappear.
…and Kyroot said: 92084-(#)
Copyright 1992 J. M. Cox 
…and Dr. Kyroot said: Just as his stomach closes up when
confronted with physical danger, so too does man’s mind when
faced with unexpected food.
Minds who say we live in perilous times, do.
…and Kyroot asked: If intellectuals are people who write
about other people’s writings, then what is a real intellectual?
As long as men debate “free will” they’re safe.
Trying to drag ordinary thinking into tomorrow is just
letting air out of a blimp.
Ordinary systems can’t stay aright, or on course without
self-reference. (How’s about you, my little system you?)
A man with a soul has no mind.
Then sitting all us kids down ever so gently, kind ole uncle
Kyroot told us: “All of man’s fairy tales and myths are just
In the city the past is never q-u-i-t-e gone.
One man says: “A critic is one playing intellectual leap
frog who can’t leap and who has no frog.”
More from “Kyroot’s Urban Field Guide & Spotter’s Handbook”:
If dying is the worst thing that can happen to you — you’re
ordinary and normal. (Now shut up and go back to bed.)
The drugs you can buy are to make the mind say, “I could’ve
In the city there is no nourishment outside cannibalism.
Old ideas smell funny, but their aroma is not bad enough to
put most noses off.
Things that can make a rebel smile, and feel warm all over
can make others cry and start wars.
Parables not rubbed raw are probably too new to be of much
use. “But I say, sir — what kinds of parables are not?” New
ones, sir — new ones. “But I must say again — there is no such
thing as a ‘new parable,’ or if there was — you couldn’t
recognize it as such, now could you.” No sir, you’re correct.
The ordinary couldn’t — the ordinary sure couldn’t.
As he stood, looking down and around, he said: “The trouble
with being converted is that….well —- there you are!”
We’re now visibly proud to present: “Kyroot’s Philosophical
Relief Package For Today:” Grass is surprised by weeds — weeds
by grass. …(Be sure and join us again next time when we’ll
hear Professor Clydesdale shout: “What can you say once you’ve
said-it-all!” — [Jeeze! Has that guy got a big mouth].)
To routine sight, men are born in Dover and die in Bristol.
Thus on a crude level even death appears progress.
…..a youngish person hears, ponders, and responds: “I’d
prefer to go somewhere while I’m alive.”
Lest something might slip by him while he slept, this one
man left his electric typewriter on all night long. — (Hey,
[added Kyroot], don’t get all snotty and unhinged — I COULD’AVE
told you about this other guy and his PENCIL!)
Then Kyroot offered today’s math lesson: Only the stupid
get mad; and only the really stupid get mad at the stupidness of
others. Someone in the audience asks: “Are you sure that’s not
a chemistry lesson?” Okay! — fuckin’ chemistry then!
…..Extending his head and neck slightly from the alleyway, a
man says: “Your Captain-Irony’s-Fan-Club-Card won’t get you into
my kind of heaven.” …(Well — thanks heaps sir — just thanks
HEAPS! I’m sure we all feel much better now!)
…..A young boy and girl asks: “If you can make the unrelated,
related, are you a revolutionist?” (You can’t get a whole lot
closer than that.)
If ordinary men didn’t have something to worry about, they
wouldn’t have ANYTHING to worry about.
In certain parts of the city a continual “looking out the
window” can seem to make time pass more quickly. …(And the
teacher asked: “Would any of you wrens or woodpeckers care to
tell us WHY this is?”)
Your “Horoscope For Today” says: “Men with short fuses
conjure war muses, while sissies sit and say: ‘Oh my, but the
gods must really be nice people!’ And thus Everyone?s sign has
its way.” (Tune in next time for “Numerology Done YOUR Way —
…..When once again confronting himself in a mirror the man
said: “I have no choice but to believe in the weird.”
…..and hot — (well, warm) — off the fax machine comes this
from our audience: “Let me get this straight (or at least less
crooked): If the strange don’t know they’re strange, and the
ordinary don’t realize that they’re ordinary, then what would a
neural rebel know regarding his condition? ….HEY! — I just
thought of something! What if a revolutionist doesn’t HAVE a
condition! Bye — Yours Truly — Catch You Later.”
Note found by a creek: “The dead are buried in quiet, and
by memories are disturbed.”
Fairy Tale For The Day: Once upon a time Kyroot was invited
to address a city, and here is what he said: “As long as you
merely believe life to be more than what it is, and yet can’t see
how it is so, you’re left to grasp at the shadows of tomorrow —
and never the real thing.”
Although it can be just a hobby, with some, making a profit
can become a substitute for being profitable.
If you live an ordinary life, being sick will save you from
having to GET sick. (Do not bother to look for some inverted,
inside-out version of this for a rebel’s purposes; after all —
it does — [withal] — take effort to be well.) And the all-
star, city choir took their positions and mightily sang: “In
that case: Fuck being well! — Fuck making effort! May the
gods smile on us all — Over and out.” Then a viewer writes:
“I watch your show, but sometimes I can’t really believe I’m
LISTENING to this stuff.”
…and Rev. Kyroot oratoried: The reason the city religious
so condemn the “forces of evil” is not from some objective
morality, but rather that all men unwittingly understand the
inefficacy of a “split-allegiance”.
A man on the main boulevard, with the collar ripped off his
shirt, and waving a mail order catalog covered in fine,
Corinthian leather, shouted loudly to the passing parade: “We
are all captives of our genes!” And a man going by in a
Studebaker gleefully shouted back: “I’m not! But a woman named
Gladys does chain me up in her basement on weekends whenever I
can get over to her place.”
Before the scheduled list of speakers began, the Chaplain of
Proverbs opened the program by standing and saying to the
banqueteers: “‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to
have loved at all.” And a man, (just finishing his tomato
disappointment), mused: “Why has no one ever said that about
A man writes: “Now that I am middle-aged, (with several
comfortable tumors), I wouldn’t have anything to worry about if
it weren’t for the revolution….of course if it weren’t for the
revolution I wouldn’t have anything worthwhile to do either.”
The wisdom of ordinary man is the wisdom of beasts, writ in
moveable type. The knowing of a revolutionist is space travel.
Another viewer writes: “If I took what you say seriously,
I’d be even more serious than I am now. Am I doing it wrong?”
A real revolutionist is no mere speculator.
So long as life is not seen as itself, being alive, man must
have gods, boundaries, defensive fortifications, and an endless
supply of conflicting opinions to make it all worthwhile.
The “Look Out Doctor” said: “In the city, (if you don’t
watch it), a man with a bad arm will start to limp. ….(As if
that makes any ultimate difference TO a city.)” He was going to
ask if it did with you, but you’d already walked away.
A passing rebel left this note for you: “If you don’t know
how to think it’s hard to know what to think.” A quick-cut to
the heart of the unscored choreography: A man with two legs
can’t dance. That’s it — class dismissed — be sure and lock
your lockers — pick up your towels — wash your tights — don’t
spit on the floor, and we’ll see you here again next time when
hopefully you can do better regarding your number of basic
…..A person who’s listened inquires: “If life didn’t want us
to think the way we do why does it have us do so?” The fairest
of a fair question — (and may I join in): “If a revolutionist
wasn’t a revolutionist what else the hell could he be?!”
Many a king has stayed in power by not only letting the
people believe they’re besieged, but also by telling them that
help remains some distance away.
An ole man told the kid: “To be a neural rebel it’s not
enough just to ‘be different’ — you’ve got to ‘be different’ in
a different way.” (The lad one day later told his younger
brother: “The great thing about doing-this-thing is that you can
never fully succeed, which, unlike in ordinary life — where you
can’t either — HERE, that’s the whole point!”)
The most often played song on one jukebox is: “Any Thing I
Can Think I Can Think Better.”
Part of the propulsion of the secondary world is in men
getting older, then taking their hobbies seriously.
On the wall above his toilet one man had a neon sign that
said: “A man without a clue — could be you!” And often when
he’d sit to rest, he’d silently add: “And long as I am me —
dat’s de way it be.” …(One of his present goals in life is to
find a mental additive that will last for a thousand flushes, or
A gentleman writes: “There are FAR-R-R too many words that
begin with ’G’ to suit me.”
An item from, “Kyroot’s Mid-Air Technology Journal:” Bubble
gum, dissolvable stitches, spare tires, and silly putty were all
fashioned after the human mind. …(Who the hell you think’s
getting the royalties??….)
Man’s memory can introduce shadows that bite.
Since the Advice Doctor has not so far received any
correspondence today, he unilaterally offered us this
observation: “It’s not what you think, it’s the way that you
think it!”….or maybe it’s the other way around….but no matter
— be sure and write in again. And for now this is the old
Advice Doctor saying: ‘How come nobody wrote in today?'”
Then right after the commercial Kyroot came back on to say:
Elevator music is to improvisational jazz as ordinary thinking is
to macaroni salad. That last number was a special request from
all our listeners who think they’ve got-it-down-pat.
A chap who likes to read opines: “Hell would be a place
whose only books would be by reviewers.” …and before channels
could be switched Kyroot added: One man, when tired, would begin
…..Words with no meaning signify something; just like ideas
…..When it appeared they might not renew his show this other
man offered to use more words.
…..and Kyroot relayed: Still another man’s confession: “When
I stare — I compare.”
…..and Kyroot inquired: How many of these in a row can you
keep up with as being directly connected somehow?….O-kay-y —
but in that case: How can you ever be sure I’ve changed the
…..One guy says, “Having great thoughts is NOT like having a
If you COULD stop most people’s merry go round they wouldn’t
find it to BE much of a hobby. …(If the music ceased in the
city ballrooms what would the dancers then DO?) Mallard Moral:
It is the inattentive who assail man’s cultures and customs; the
witless who want to cut off legs to trim toenails. It is only
the rebel who can glide on naked, brutal blades.
“It is good,” said a man to a friend, “to remind yourself
that there is no such thing as a stupid movie — only outdated
One man said: “Yes, I’m pissed. But I have good REASON to
be pissed — I’m ALIVE.” …(Come on folks, put your hands
together, and let’s “hear it” for us!….[if you’re glad to BE
us].) “You know,” said a guy standing right over there, “a
revolutionist is just like everybody else — he just wants to get
out of town. It’s just that he knows there ain’t no bus going
One guy stamped his foot, slung his hair about and
exclaimed, “Here I am with macho questions, and all I get is
sissy answers. — Where AM I anyhow?” And the city replied,
“Why you’re alive!” …(The guy thought, “I asked ‘where?’, but
I guess that’s close enough.”)
A man asked: “In what way is a parable like a porcupine?”,
and answered: “In no way whatsoever.” He bowed, and left.
To the more sophisticated, the City Priest promised: “For
your unvarying devotion — (and the aforementioned large sums of
moola) — when YOU die, in YOUR heaven, not ONLY will ’two and
two not equal four’ — mathematics won’t even EXIST!” (A man who
used to be “Special Plumbing And Spiritual Advisor To The Court”
says: “It’s surprising how little it takes to make men happy —
especially the hip.”)
Since ordinary thinking is but small encampments on the
graves of previous thought, men have improved its face by the
concoction of such epigrams as: “We stand on the shoulders of
giants.” Close — but for a rebel — no cigar.
One man had the same name as a famous person, and sometimes
this seemed to dispose him to have “famous-person-thoughts.” He
says that although he doesn’t understand it — why look stupid-
fortune in the mouth?! A middle aged gent writes: “Is it
possible to be intelligent and not know it? If so, how could I
tell in my own case?”
Kyroot’s tip for your social-expediencies for those who
still live in the city: The king don’t date.
The rebellious doctor described it: “Well people who worry
about their health….well — don’t have anything better to worry
A correspondent asks: “If there is an intellectual,
secondary food chain then what eats man?” Better question, sir:
From whence doth man acquire HIS nourishment? (Pardon the fake
And while the Kyroot show was on break for a commercial, one
man appealed to his television set: “If everything from
shooting-hoops to playing-the-cello is a metaphor for living —
what wouldn’t be?” And the single-big-eyed one replied, “What
One of the speakers in city park announced: “I don’t have
anything to say today.”
…..A certain king said: “Me either.”
…..And one god added: “Don’t look at me!”
The official P.R. man for one city says: “A man who won’t
tell-you-what-he-knows just because he doesn’t KNOW anything is
not going far around here!” (How can you beat info that’s useful
and free to boot! [Kyroot did want me to point out that that
last line could be an outright joke?-!-?])
…and Kyroot continued: Without a memorable past the
secondary world would have no present. With one, a rebel — no
One man nicknamed his own memory banks as, ”Hey, Ass Hole.”
“Boy! You know what’s really good fun?!”, said one large
city as it was growing up, “Is to pretend that you don’t know,
and then pretend that somebody else somewhere might! Wow! What
fun!” …(A woman writes: “I don’t suppose it’s necessary for
me to ask if a city could ever be a revolutionist, is it?”)
A chap who says he was once in the military writes to say:
“I do not see the need for this continued use of profanity when
there are plenty of good civilian adjectives and adverbs readily
available. I trust I have made a point, (of some kind). Yours
Most Respectfully, Retired Colonel, Herbert P. Fucku (pronounced,
‘Fac-que’, thank-you).”, etc.
Pushing away from the bar with a negative shake of his head
he said: “No history for me! I’m driving, and I plan to go
Then while disguised as a philanthropic stranger from out of
town, Kyroot said: “A great thing about being human is that if
you don’t want to think about it you don’t have to.” …(And a
kid tugged at his father’s coat sleeve and said: “I don’t have
an addendum for this one, Ole Man.”)
One city told a group of incoming inhabitants: “The way to
have no trouble is to be no trouble.” (So much for any
originality and creativity.) The reason established, status quo
thinking doesn’t take prisoners is that it doesn’t have to — it
simply makes them disappear.
The only reason to mentally suffer in life is the need to so
suffer. …and Kyroot continued: Does much more have to be said
regarding WHY a rebel wants to be a rebel?!
Institutions, organizations, movements that aren’t
vainglorious are soon history, dust, a children’s television
program. Put another way: Civilizations that are not proud and
aggressive are like rubbers on limp dicks. Another thing put
still another way: It may only be revolutionists who can be
pushy without touching anyone. (After all: Who IS it that he’s
rebelling against in the first place. …[For those of you with
delicate sensibilities and “non-glow-in-the-dark-condoms,” you
can say: “After all: WHAT is it that he’s rebelling against,”
In a rebel sense: The truth doesn’t “dress up.”
Once they’d stormed his hideout, and he was in custody, the
authorities’ search of the place turned up: Seven assault
rifles, a box of dynamite, and more than two dozen unused
Around these here parts no biped is free of criticism. In
fact without such fault-finding they couldn’t even stand up, much
Conversation overheard between two figures who probably
should be arrested: “You know,” mused one, “if the revolution
wasn’t so close to ordinary life — it’d be weird!” “But,” said
his bud, “it is weird!” “SEE!!”
…and Kyroot noted: Those who mentally know what they’re
doing are the least likely to let on. (And a man pondered: “Is
‘knowing what you’re doing’ the same as knowing-what’s-going-on?”
Once past the horizon — how could it be otherwise.)
There is no denying that at floor level the human dance can
appear indeed bittersweet, but truth is there’s no one guarding
the stairs to the balcony.
Then Kyroot, dressed up like his own kid brother, climbed
atop the sliding board and said: “The mind that life furnished
you with sure-e-e is fun — But!”, he added as he stood up,
“It’s not the MOST fun you can have.” Then he jumped.