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Some Forthoughts (Forwards?) never mind I got it; “FORE!!)


A society is a structured group among beings at least somewhat organized and that’s done with language. In all cases we know the proximate cause was need occasioned by too dense a population (of similar beings) with respect to the supplies available.

That’s the first thing because I wanted to get that written down as one of the possible beginnings I pondered with respect to yet another attempt at the ‘same’ book. I can’t fidget anymore. I’m dying. Don’t begin to feel sorry for me; Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome 7 has had me in constant pain since I was 30. At least when the epilepsy started it wasn’t hard to identify, nor was the PTSD even before the first claim was filed, in fact long before I got out of the Navy. It’s gotten worse with every day. I also shattered my left shinbone in a motorcycle accident which was set crooked and twisted by the VA (due to the PTSD and not an interesting story).

I attempted suicide a number of times. It accomplished a whole lot! Every time I fucked myself up a bit more and didn’t come close to succeeding.

Whatever whomever knows me, rejoice! I’m getting my just deserts, whether you prefer reward for me or punishment, it will be both.

GCC

March 1, 2021 at 12:21 am Leave a comment

In Reply


To the people for whom I used to work,

Okay, I got your message. Mind you, that means you’ve gotten mine after fifty years or so.

I’ll be perfectly happy to work with you, for you, or as a consultant. I still have some things of interest to say. Your methods of hiding information don’t work for someone like me, but then there are very few of us. Well, from what was told me and why you inducted me, I may be a bit more rare, but that’s inconsequential.

I could use more data. I haven’t told anything modern to foreign nationals, and what I have told is via social networks. As long as it was never officially verified I worked for you, I could say nearly anything I wanted. There was also of course the deadman switch consideration, since I could easily have been regarded as a bit of dirt to be swept up and thrown out rather than conveniently and untidily hidden under the carpet. I no longer mention in electronic comms—accessible to view by anyone—anything to do with what might possibly be regarded as sensitive. By the way, should some of this seem ironic (“sarcastic”) don’t worry, I wouldn’t possibly wish to hurt your feelings…it is. Even though already owed, this isn’t for compensation.

My history will reveal that I can indeed understand things correctly from insufficient data. This is a one-time offer. Otherwise, read my memoirs. Or my laptop. With the office you set up here (coincidentally at the same time I moved here) you can have someone knock on my door and ask to talk to me. Imagine the opportunities!

-Especially since you’ve finally acknowledged my contributions but without any extra reward.

April 13, 2020 at 3:06 am Leave a comment

Two Studies


imaged reflections

delayed cascades
of shattered moments
eye-blurred                lens-caught
form fractal expressions
of beauty, made
by the shaping of near-molten metal,
there
are many forms of speech.

 

the image is of a smith at his (her) trade, hammering almost liquid metal

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inflected experience*

the fragments of you i remember
i know are (half? mostly?)
certainly part self-perception

it is
like seeking true reflection
in the scattered bits
of a shattered mirror

but

frantically seeking that mirror’s repair
whether
symbol of my longlost soul
or your clear remembrance
(no matter the foreknown pain, i

struggle to recapture
that searing moment
that our meeting was

but as i struggle
to collect those fragments
somehow they cut free, and i bleed
once again
remembering you.

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These are both ‘studies’ in the sense that they are exercises of a kind–experiments might I suppose might be a better word–in styles and in one mixing of an experimental style I basically abandoned with my ‘normal’ style.  If there is a distinctive difference in much of my poetry and writing and general it probably results from the usage of more than one viewpoint or perspective.

*This in particular is a purely conceptual poem, the image created by a shattered mirror’s reflections (and the attempt to suggest that the apparent distortion may lend a kind of truth that may not be entirely specious). [There is also an echo of
‘sun on bright water
narcissus, shattered
by a pebble’
which was my landmark poem in that it represented a definitive step into my own style without any hint of apology.  Since I deliberately employed Grecian mythology in the poem to the extent that it is meaningless without its knowledge, it was a fairly brazen act.  I lived with and amongst Christian Reformed people–Calvinists, who abhorred idolatry.  But then my book report for the class for baptism was on Ship of Fools…  I couldn’t resist and no one called me on it.  In retrospect I still can’t believe it.  I’ll leave it to the reader to find out which particular book I mean, with the hint that popular literature was just beginning.

March 24, 2017 at 5:17 pm Leave a comment

sayings 6


Sayings (6) (of selective blindness)

should one seek actions
before words
or think that words define knowledge*
there is grave error.  much blame.

vision is obstructed, most
of all from the sides@. the path
wanders. liars shout of truth#
and attempt to lead.

escape comes only from
the fall of towers^. if their cities fall
all must die who know only
of life within them.

if one pauses,
seeking silence, wisdom
and firm correctness
there may be no blame.
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* knowledge that binds, binds only seeing not being.
@the obstructed vision is foiled by assumptions and defeats peripheral visions; the path made by the half-blind wanders.
#and they always shall
^”freedom” comes from escaping the cities but many cannot and survive.

February 13, 2017 at 3:03 pm Leave a comment

End of THE INTRO!!


The Final End to the Intro…]

The constant, inescapable and invisible editing of ‘experience’ leads to many things.  What is ‘truth’ in such a circumstance?  The more, incidentally, one becomes bombarded with even vaguely contradictory definitions and associated protocols, necessarily the more one is ‘confused’.  One either continually widens a definition if it is exclusive–an inclusive definition is based on patterns (it is in direct analogy to the storage of an object in a computer system as an object rather than defining it by its relative position in a file system) and is thus from the beginning set to ‘filter’ information while considering all of it relevant to some extent.  It is difficult to imagine a language using inclusive definitions that could be widely used.

The problem is discussed by Skinner in Walden II.  The ones who plan and run Walden can never be allowed in, just as the entire concept of communism is actually built on the idea of power withering away.  It can’t because that isn’t its logos.

Maybe the main pertinent result is that language in turn uses the edited consciousness (it does make for faster reactions) for construction and control of protocols.  This is also where consciousness definitely is modal, with a different set of protocols and generally a different group membership for each mode.  (“Job” and “home”.)  As media become more predominant, reality is increasingly in terms of them; before that if it couldn’t be said in the vernacular it wasn’t only false it was probably heresy or against the state.

This pretty well concludes the Introduction to A Different View (Of “Reality”).

February 9, 2017 at 3:37 pm Leave a comment