11-04-2023, 12:32 AM
Reading had always hurt, using both eyes at once, typing, using both hands at once. Everything is driving through pain and disorientation. Solution: Have no orientation.
Also, reading words is easy with the right eye alone. And during an experiment with those pictures that appear to be a bunch of lines and colors but hide an image, I realized that looking at them with the left eye only, the images are spotted immediately.
As for Che Guevara, back when I knew people, I was the only one to sit through that long movie with Benicio del Toro. Land and trees and dirt and walking. And I had a pipe and beard at the time, too.
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During the long days and nights of hangovers and aftermaths of drug and emotional self-abuse, I calmed myself and got myself together through imagining I had been abducted by aliens and had been experimented on with strange drugs and mutating lifeforms. That is story used pragmatically. When I get hot, I savor the feeling of toxins excreting from my body and sexually stimulating magical fumes from my healthy glands, and when I pull a muscle, I feel proud of having a high pain tolerance and how my muscles are going to get harder and stronger with each bruise. I remember in the old days after a week of wrestling matches, I would lie on the floor and watch tv, full of aches and bruises and cuts and scratches and cracked bones and think about how great I was. Now I have to exercise hard every day to keep weight off, and I'm constantly injuring myself and that old time pride is coming back. I watch old ECW events for inspiration and pure joy and savor the bruises and torn ligaments. My ankles lost, what is it? I forgot, but a long time ago I destroyed things in my ankles, and both they and my left knee bend in unnatural directions. I can't run. That means I have to take on everything that comes my way. I can still leap, but I often come down with a painful bend, and I have to be mindful when I walk that any moment my ankles might bend to the left or right.
Somehow, despite all the drinking, my kidneys are hightech mechanisms. But what will the doctors want to take pictures of? My lower body feels as torn and ruptured as the mother of Rabelais' giant, they may have to stick the camera down my ear.
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December will be a great celebration of weaving a web that connects Blake, Hugo, Hölderlin and Lautreamont. That last solemn week between Christ Mass and New Year's Eve saved as usual for the combined effort of Cendrars, Celan and the Journal of Albion Moonlight. Every year I have a list of things to read at certain times during certain seasons and around certain holidays, but end up not reading anything.
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The opening words of Genesis is a new thing, though you can easily see it as the Phallic mythmaking Hero whipping the Wild Feminine Nature Monster into some kind of Order. Her Kind is her Witchcraft. And this goes on not only on a Social and Historical scale, but on a Personal one, for men and women. This is the business of sticking our yangs in our yins.
Seeing Clearly, there is no distraction and confusion by mysteries and tendencies.
As the Paradigm of the Day sets the Djinns in the right place and the Social Personality sets the Demons in the right place, banishing or transfiguring, Awareness of Experience as Maya is to be the very power of the drive, vitality, living.
This is Art, Everything in a Right place. This Art is Magic is Maya. Wholly pragmatic.
I'm not restricted by my sense or understanding of I, of self and other. I'm not restricted by the sense of a lack of those things.
I'm not restricted by anything, I'm Affirming a Conscience, a Code of Behaviour, whatever will or choice there is in the matter is irrelevant.
What Mysteries and Tendencies there are are only relevant as far as they are here on my turf. And I pragmatically and/or humorously transfigure them. This is play.
......................
When using the concept Real to compare the Waking and the Dreaming, the only difference between the Waking World and the World of Dreams is Social.
If you like playing the Freud route, it can be fun doing that through Dylan Thomas and Delmore Schwartz.
Also, reading words is easy with the right eye alone. And during an experiment with those pictures that appear to be a bunch of lines and colors but hide an image, I realized that looking at them with the left eye only, the images are spotted immediately.
As for Che Guevara, back when I knew people, I was the only one to sit through that long movie with Benicio del Toro. Land and trees and dirt and walking. And I had a pipe and beard at the time, too.
.......
During the long days and nights of hangovers and aftermaths of drug and emotional self-abuse, I calmed myself and got myself together through imagining I had been abducted by aliens and had been experimented on with strange drugs and mutating lifeforms. That is story used pragmatically. When I get hot, I savor the feeling of toxins excreting from my body and sexually stimulating magical fumes from my healthy glands, and when I pull a muscle, I feel proud of having a high pain tolerance and how my muscles are going to get harder and stronger with each bruise. I remember in the old days after a week of wrestling matches, I would lie on the floor and watch tv, full of aches and bruises and cuts and scratches and cracked bones and think about how great I was. Now I have to exercise hard every day to keep weight off, and I'm constantly injuring myself and that old time pride is coming back. I watch old ECW events for inspiration and pure joy and savor the bruises and torn ligaments. My ankles lost, what is it? I forgot, but a long time ago I destroyed things in my ankles, and both they and my left knee bend in unnatural directions. I can't run. That means I have to take on everything that comes my way. I can still leap, but I often come down with a painful bend, and I have to be mindful when I walk that any moment my ankles might bend to the left or right.
Somehow, despite all the drinking, my kidneys are hightech mechanisms. But what will the doctors want to take pictures of? My lower body feels as torn and ruptured as the mother of Rabelais' giant, they may have to stick the camera down my ear.
.............................
December will be a great celebration of weaving a web that connects Blake, Hugo, Hölderlin and Lautreamont. That last solemn week between Christ Mass and New Year's Eve saved as usual for the combined effort of Cendrars, Celan and the Journal of Albion Moonlight. Every year I have a list of things to read at certain times during certain seasons and around certain holidays, but end up not reading anything.
..............
The opening words of Genesis is a new thing, though you can easily see it as the Phallic mythmaking Hero whipping the Wild Feminine Nature Monster into some kind of Order. Her Kind is her Witchcraft. And this goes on not only on a Social and Historical scale, but on a Personal one, for men and women. This is the business of sticking our yangs in our yins.
Seeing Clearly, there is no distraction and confusion by mysteries and tendencies.
As the Paradigm of the Day sets the Djinns in the right place and the Social Personality sets the Demons in the right place, banishing or transfiguring, Awareness of Experience as Maya is to be the very power of the drive, vitality, living.
This is Art, Everything in a Right place. This Art is Magic is Maya. Wholly pragmatic.
I'm not restricted by my sense or understanding of I, of self and other. I'm not restricted by the sense of a lack of those things.
I'm not restricted by anything, I'm Affirming a Conscience, a Code of Behaviour, whatever will or choice there is in the matter is irrelevant.
What Mysteries and Tendencies there are are only relevant as far as they are here on my turf. And I pragmatically and/or humorously transfigure them. This is play.
......................
When using the concept Real to compare the Waking and the Dreaming, the only difference between the Waking World and the World of Dreams is Social.
If you like playing the Freud route, it can be fun doing that through Dylan Thomas and Delmore Schwartz.