If not why the eff not. Barely over 200 pg and quite novel for a novel.
Re-reading it at mo, great bit from p8
He had thought more than other men, and in matters of the intellect he had that calm objectivity, that certainty of thought and knowledge, such as only really intellectual men have, who have no axe to grind, who never wish to shine, or to talk others down, or to appear always in the right.
Doping up our heroine, Jack is on a roll again.
Punk love and Animal Sounds are some motifs.
And sexy sex perhaps.
“Obviously, this concerns an interactive process: the interaction of observer and observed in a dialogue of light.”
I own no rights owned. But even Jim Hendrix had this dude play his tunes, and Bob Dylan ostensibly landed songs to Hendrix, so here we have links.
Trivia, SRV played on Bowie’s Let’s Dance.
No rights owned, but mad homage.
Steely Dan. An epiphenomenon. Even if you dont like their tone, check out their namesake and a bit of trivia. Much like J. Mitchell, if you dont like them now, you probably will eventually.
Do not own rights, just paying mad homage.
Many have done Proud Mary but few compare to this reinterpretation.
Creole delta blues babe!
Incorrect to assume that time is one dimensional.
Let’s imagine 2D time in the pic below
Vector. Precession. Equinox.
Circadian. Cellular time.
Astronomy
*rotation of fixed stars (!) and precession of the equinoxes
, seasons on the planet, circadian rhythms of daylight and darkness, evidenced by cellular time.
Here we encounter the challenge of extrapolating between these two dimensions.
Eventually may we reconcile our eternal being with our transiency.
>the Mind bypasses its middle range, dismisses the conditioning it has been subjected to.
Eternal being : transciency?
Seed : plant?
Seeds: DNA remains constant, mutating very slowly if at all.
Plants: which unfolds the seed in an incomparably faster time sequence.
I try to imagine absorbing cosmic energy on inhale, as
–converging inward–
by repeating space inverted in a vacuum inside.
Space only has meaning for matter.
Perhaps at transcendent levels of our thinking-space is irrelevant.
A gradual transitions between extremes and expectations
His gal, this gal, she’d run thru the jungle for ya and ya’lls, babe, my sugarfooted mouse.
Of the woods I have no fear. For there was I raised.
Of the caves, I do not go deep. Of darkness there will be epochs to learn, so I rush not.
Of the mesa do I have resonance, having ere dauntingly danced to dodge the threat of exposure to lightening.
What I know, you know not.
What you know, I know not.
LET no assumption be made, except that Ae submit aem love. Aem written. Tolle lege. Anon, anon; and, on and on. Aem, we are, new, I do contend.
Lovesome intent is my Tao.
Let’s follow Macha’s dictum and See it Another Way.
What you think I know, i dont.
What you think has been made painfully obvious, i see not.
What you must remember, I’m just a doe eyed dummy, man.
Yet I love you still,
despite not knowing your face, name, OR voice.
You are the scepter at the feast, and the feast is mentally prepared for you alone, by myself. Through my longing for real touch and to discard this silicon love in order to know flesh and blood love, with my love. Lovesome intent.
Fawning through the forest. No end game, just the breath of a moment and hope for companionship.
This is patience, not prudence.
Come or say you won’t.
The center of a cyclone is a VACCUM, akin feel to the void of your SOLAR PLEXUS
It’s odd, the anatomical term here: a solar plexus is located on the CORONAL plane.
sun / light / aura / halo
convergence ; confluence ; congruence ; confluence ; consilience
Converge field diffuses diffracts atmosphere
Dynamize, galvanize, radiate
An adjective describes a noun.
If a noun can be said to have an existence independent of ourselves (or at least, an empirical reality [ meaning a potentially ‘objective reality’ ]);
Then, our adjective cannot be said to be much more than subjective speculation?
If dance is a fugue composed by and of the tension between the air and of the lungs, of course, the ballerina’s dance is the observable expression of the composition of breath itself.
If she dances to music, which is the ‘real’ music; and, with whom is whom dancing?
In his Honor Thesis, James Joseph Black wrote, “the young have read little and compared less. Stringency is not their forte.”
Black, James Joseph, “Hesse and the Hippies: The Sociology of a Literory Phenomenon” (1990). Honors Theses. Paper 232
heaven is somewhere in the drone of stereo.
What did I remember that I had prior forgot; &, upon thinking “hey-don’t forget – “, immediately then forgot?
anon, anon(KRO)
My musling is a Rat Bastard,
literally the rodent spawn of an out-of-wedlocker, and
figuratively, the asshole confessor priest and frenemy,
anon, anon.
But, Boy, can he dance and
how beautiful he sings!
Apres deluge comes the Fury,
and not vice versa.
A common misconception: the vice versa above, but not
Apres deluge comes the Fury.
Flood precedes Fury, although,
Fury may flood.
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