Of Truth and Images

“(…suddenly I realize, I am a ghost, myself)…”

Continue Reading March 15, 2017 at 7:14 pm Leave a comment

An Entry

I realized I really should make an entry today, so here it is;

 

“Remember, Death is Nature’s way of telling you to slow down.”

March 12, 2017 at 6:12 pm Leave a comment

on transfiction

On transfiction

paused within a moment’s
transfixed
transfixing, transficting* gaze

i am wordless, caught
by a pure concept
and

its crystalline, momentary
refractions, reflections

that leave no trace
trans formed** to fiction
indeed [how odd you call them facts!]

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*transfiction; the transformation of reality into its representation, which is then taken as real (as in reality; it is of course real because it serves a function, is used and thus must obviously exist; questioning the amount of connection between a representation and the ‘real’ is quite a different matter–see Law and Justice).
** Not a typo, thankee kindly. And ‘thankee’ predates the Oxford Dictionary. I daresay out of usage.  It was used after the establishment of The Dictionary, mind you, as well.

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This might also be taken to be an attempt at definition of an active process in human society.  Then again, it might not.

SD

Final note, this isn’t McLuhan’s ‘factoids’ construction, which is media-wise the same principle in basis.

 

 

March 2, 2017 at 9:22 pm Leave a comment

signs

signs

there were, quite certainly, signs that he was here:
although as certainly
we never glimpsed the promised heavenly lights and
ranks
of ethereal beings…

the story, though perhaps
not quite convincing,
was assuredly dramatic
enough,
with its angelic voices
and descended doves.

the presence, though long expected, never quite
appeared: the pleas
were to an ear if not unhearing, unanswering, the
soul’s
dark nights still unlit.

there is only a rubbish
heap there:  and
the unpleasant reminders
and
memories of the people slaughtered here.

names are only names,
no matter how spoken.
that Word he was remains
unknown:  and though
perhaps uttered, surely unheard.

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Yes, perhaps, for a long while I tried to represent a loss of faith as that. Mind you, that presumes there was a loss of faith, or knowledge, starting first with determinism or absolute predestination; the terms are either irrelevant or quintessential.

February 24, 2017 at 10:33 pm Leave a comment

mnemon

mnemon*

this wilted rose
recalls you; its petals crumble at the slightest
touch.

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*”The  (‘hypothetical’) smallest unit of memory”, see mnemonic, which is still in fairly common usage.

 

I had to start on the tiny ones.  Soon, MachMag, soon.

February 23, 2017 at 5:38 pm Leave a comment

I Made It

Through the brain scan.  I’ll be posting again shortly.

Samwise Davies/GCC

February 22, 2017 at 10:57 pm Leave a comment

Why Trump Needs an Enemy

https://tinyurl.com/Why-Trump-needs-an-enemy

I love the dispassionate method of this reporter, incidentally.  I’m just hoping that he (Trump) doesn’t realize a war is the answer*.  The question then is how rationally it’s proposed, how rational it is, and how prepared the military is to obey without question, even to the point of national suicide.  Several countries have stepped up military readiness against the US (even Putin!) since his advent and increasingly…puzzling…behavior.

It (Trump’s behavior) is irrational enough that it will erode any rational system.  I have confidence enough in his ability that I think he can do so beyond repair, in the manner of a hostile takeover.  There are in fact considerable similarities to Nero; he is unmistakably narcissistic; he has shown a great desire to make his mark in history, and I believe he’s said so on more than one occasion although I fail to recall one single quote exactly to that effect.  I don’t think a war would satiate such a desire, because it wouldn’t be a big enough mark.  Also, he’s a rich man and quite certainly does not wish to put himself to any inconvenience or discomfort, let alone risk, injury or death.  There may be some concern for his family but there has been none shown that I know of other than verbal, starting with having his wife follow him, generally.  He has more connection, evidently, with his children, though, which may be a mark in his favor.

 

*Please consult The Art of War and The Prince for why war is the commonest solution for finding an easy enemy.  Then contemplate Afghanistan.  Then go back and meditate upon the Vietnam war, particularly its beginnings in the 1960s.  You can ask if you fail to find the answer.  Meditate most especially upon Ho Chi Minh, where he was educated, and where he came first to ask for help!  After that you can cursorily breeze through a succession of wars up until the present age.  I’ll even tell you for free that the seeds of involvement in the Middle East were laid in the waning days of the Vietnam war and planted during its aftermath; by the end of the Evacuation there were even many sprouts.  It was simply jolly.  I wonder how many times they’ve regretted having forced me into my job during that war.

February 18, 2017 at 9:06 pm Leave a comment

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