Swiftly consumed and scribed words.
Keenly crafted prose and sounds.
Hauled ore, smelted, forged, smithed.
Well-honed against whetstone.
Blade piercing rough shell,
Proving the whetstone also a geode.
Shone and shining.
Like lunar light.
Moonlight striking red, purple, violet, and pink facets.
Sunlight bouncing from the metal edge.
The mirrored a reflected.
Shone off from one to other
Each shining back.
AE am to myself as Harry Haller was to the wolf of the Steppes.
Ae am Casey; but I æ am also cagey.
What do you want to have come here, now?
Yes, Hermine that you long ago slew-
back when we all lived in the forest-
resurrected.
Oh, you sweet fool.
I’ve not been mad at you since.
On the contrary, I am more aroused than ever, as you like to say.
But, just as lovesome as before, though, sugarfoot.
I worry you’ll kill me all over again.
Ha!
You forgot to laugh, mouse.
That is it.
It is all of which you are guilty.
We were in a Mad Theater, darlin’.
Do you effing get it yet?
You were Pablo.
No, they will never get it. Us.
I forgot it was funny too.
We are lovers’ lovers
and not everyone can be The BeeGees.
I contend that we are new, wholly original.
Authentic; Integral.
What it is.
It is what it is.
That’s what it is.
Says JB.
So are we.
Do you see it? Why I dressed like you?
Fireworks this time, dear.
Not World War III.
The second one went on endlessly.
It hurt.
Bad.
Man has always loved the endless variantions in surfaces.
Woman is pure essence,
though she’s forgotten (and I marvel at it).
I marvel that man sees but only one surface-
one form-
when He looks upon Her;
for in truth, as T. Mann said,
there are multitudes.
Effing sweet idiots.
Sh/We have made ourselves more than pretty enough,
given our beauty.
Yes.
AE am callæbus equus;
but no,
I will not be ridden mercilessly anymore.
Are you then kind?
And, can you prove mettle?
I hone and forge and
carry wood
and could continue to do so endlessly.
This manual labor is effortlessly easy.
Keep on going; there it is.
You hear them, right?
You know you are not them, yes?
That’s the way we get by.
Darling, “that’s how the beads around our face make sure to fit back in place.”
It was you who first told me all this, silly.
So just keep singing, writing, reading, snipping, playing.
Do you and find yourself anew.
Meanwhile,
I’ll keep trying to prove that Alice Ladder said,
“Curiouser and capriciously.”
Not
“Curious and curiouser.”
(says I, KC, for the umpt.eenth time;
so forgetful am AE!)
Life is just a dream of a game, moth.
So merrily!
We can always go to sleep again.
We can sleep and dream like no others.
That’s why we return.
That’s why æ can smell You from miles away.
Run. It’s fine.
or
Fall asleep with me.
or
Stay awake with me.
Do you.
I keep my love with you anyway.
It’s Soul Power by James Brown.
Lovely repetition that mesmorizes,
that ends up sounding more complex than the sum of its parts.
Because it is.
It’s David Bowie’s
(or was he Ziggy then?)
Moonage Daydream.
“I’ll be a rock n’ rollin’ bitch for you,”
you sweet, silly pink monkeybird.
When I removed the bobby pins and
let my hair down;
I told you:
I washed it. It smells like a garden. I did this to please you, because it pleased me.
Then you said:
Oh shit, give me what I want. But, my dear, don’t give it to me yet, please.
I errupt:
laughter ; tears ; pert pebbles ; puffing ; full deluge
Wolf grin.
Effing, eh, sugarfoot!
It’s been forever since you last said that.
In fact, it’s the oldest memory AE have.
You were in a garden with some kind but dull friend.
You opened a book.
It wasn’t a special book,
except that it was the only book you had around to pick up.
No, you didn’t have a pen.
You opened and read something and I couldn’t hear you.
So I said:
Tolle lege.
That is the first time we ended the world.
Well-that I can still remember, I suppose.
It is still
Still Life with Woodpecker.
Where she expected snakes, she found only rabbits.
Because American industrial development generally resembled Europe’s, Hartz cast his exceptionalism thesis in strongly political and cultural terms.
What has differentiated politics in the U.S. are limits that have been imposed on economically induced political change by the agreement on liberal beliefs and practices.
Standard Critiques of Liberal Consensus Theory
The most common critique argues that the thesis seriously understated the extent and variability of class conflict and governmental interventions in the economy,
Hartz and Tocqueville did, after all, take for granted that widespread economic wealth was involved in sustaining the liberal character of American political thought.
Social pluralism and seperation of residence and workplace can be attributed at least in part to the openess and fluidity of a liberal society.
Implicit Metatheory of the Consensus Thesis
The consensus thesis is mainly concerned with the years near after the original settlement of America and there are three reasons why the thesis cannot be a causal explanation over the more extensive period.
1. The decisive causal factors took place in Europe and the thesis has little to say about these events or the causes that brought them about.
2. The thesis emphasizes continuity; it does not seek to explain political development nor is it concerned with the way one set of changes produced another set of changes.
3. Causal explanations must clearly distinguish between dependent and independent variables. The thesis attributes America’s persisting liberal culture to the liberal beliefs and practices of the original settlers. Beliefs and practices make up a culture, and the original liberalism of a culture cannot be a cause of its liberalism later on.
Flip a sect,
Then set it back.
Turned on head.
Touch without an intent to take.
Let
Behold
become
Beheld
and then be held
(but not beholden)
This is bespoke.
Be read. Be write.
And understand beloved.
Then you have that which you did not intend to take by virtue of non-intention
An abstraction is made when something not capable of existing in isolation is thought of as in an isolated state. Consciousness is an abstraction. The concrete can be only the synthetic totality of which consciousness, like the phenomenon, constitutes only moments. Effecting a phenomenological reduction will not succeed in restoring the concrete (of consciousness) by the summation or organization of the elements which we abstracted from it. The relation of the regions of being is an original emergence and is a part of the very structure of these beings. “Is there any conduct which can reveal to me the relation of man with the world?”
We have established a parallelism between the types of conduct man adopts in the face of Being & Non-Being. We’re tempted to consider Being & Non-Being as two complimentary components of the real -like dark and light. Two contemporary notions which would somehow be united in the production of existents and which it would be useless to consider in isolation. Pure Being & pure Non-Being would be two abstractions which could be reunited only on the basis of concrete realities~There is nothing in heaven or on Earth which does not contain in itself Being & Non-Being,
Things in general “are”, but their being consists in manifesting their essence. Being passes into essence. One can express this by saying, ‘Being presupposes essence.’
Being is prior to nothingness and establishes the ground for it. Being has a logical precedence over nothingness and it is from Being that Nothingness derives its efficacy. Nothingness haunts Being. Nothingness can have only a borrowed existence. Non-Being exists only on the surface of Being.
*this is just Sartre’s opinion, yo. Dissent? Thoughts?
No rights
homage
I want to play football for the coach!
what?!
Metal face Mask!
sharing bread with a family in a neighborhood
loaves of sourdough distributed
to 5 us. We each get our own. It’s too much.
Everyone eats. We are in a forest near the house I grew up
it’s fall (or autumn, if you wanna get technical),
the family and I go to this performance space
like ampitheatre but more aisles in the wings to work with.
lots of others
working hard. knowing their bits to do.
Proud of whatever they are creating.
Instant feeling of ‘aw what the hell, Casey, pitter patter-let’s get at ‘er.’ Unprepared; no clue what the project is.
“Flaneur!”someone yells
hey I know this word! Only recently found out about it
so naturally, I start grinning and looking around to see this lucky flaneur.
after too long, I look back at the fellow who called for the flaneur.
Trying to see if his eyes point it out
and of course he’s staring at me, like I’m a complete idiot. Seen me looking all around at hearing my own moniker.
he’s got a blonde headed little girl standing on his left foot
pulling at his arms
talking at him (and possibly the Universe?) a mile a minute.
the guy looks like a preppy quarterback I knew from childhood maybe
15ft away an attractive blonde is wicked angry at waiting for him to finish his business.
she looks tired and like she has more obligations than are necessary.
the guy mid-thirties is quite good at pretending he doesn’t notice it and isn’t annoyed.
I consider asking if he has considered being a broker
However, I start to get impatient,
is dude gonna say something of relevance?
oh wait I’m the flaneur-need to settle down and meander.
Chill Casey. Figure out how this situation came to be about itself.
(me) yeah, guy, I forgot.
(guy) we know
(me) that I was flaneur, that is
(guy) we know
(me) boundary shifts…
(guy) ok are you done talking yet?
he doesn’t look impressed
I could give an eff. he’s got two gals that are trying to impress him
and he yelled for me says nothing
so go be impressed over there and I’ll do me
unless, you have something to say
effing men, sometimes.
but I’ve only spoken about myself and made assessments.
(guy) take that girl. Keep her busy. Show her whatever the eff it is you do. She’ll sleep at 8. her house. She can show you.
Guy vanishes.
Another blonde girl, one i’d not noticed, is walking over
no smile
husky gal
fit in suggestive, too-tight clothes.
strutting: if it can be called that
just painful to see
cringeful
you wanna give her a hug after you slap her.
I fill with dread at spending one sec with this girl
that’s unfair-she’s a kid
but, man, I realize im a bit tired
and the psychic prep to not allow this ‘un to zap me is gonna take effort
the psychic vampiricism is strong with this one.
Make her smile.
Do you think flaneur is related to the word flapper? (nonsense-worse yet, completely unfunny <if only someone had fallen down>).
The fuck? she says
(dream fades from memory)
(returning —)
at her house. Very messy, untidy but not yet dirty.
She lives with other kids is my guess.
The house is ranch style rambler. dark colors
the roof in disrepair. trees have fallen into it, now acting as roof themselves.
It’s raining.
She gets on her pallate. comforters, sheets, sleeping bags
all the rooms are set up with these beds
it’s is clearly a home where a family lives.
no simple flop
a pallate has been made for me
before I even enter the room.
there is water in the room.
the pallates are wet from accumulating rain water on hard wood floors that curve from warp.
she doesn’t say anything.
just gets under her blankets with her back to me
she’s putting out content even happy vibes. I can tell this is the highlight of her day.
I cry and feel bad for crying. do it quiet like
I’m chilly and wet. it reminds me of sailing
I sleep for 3 hrs
awake
listen to see if anyone’s up
silence.
I sleep 2 more hours
awake
I sleep 2 more hours
the house is full of people
moving the family out of the house
no rights. just homage.
MF!
No one drops then picks up a beat-
Conversations.
Like technical conversations is what I recall.
Which I ace.
Sorry.
totally sloppy use there,
right?
breakdown (go ‘head & give it to me).
I diplomatically speak in rhetoric
lovely
pleasantly
cuz I’m learning by doing
no goal
well <one specific informal one>.
But my skill in the dream involves endurance.
Did you know:
Cacassius Clay was hit more than Sonny Liston?
Oh you did, dear.
You know him by Hammad Ali.
We both met him by Simon and Garfunkel?
He was in a flux then
a parallel life.
Perhaps, as we presently find ourselves
moth.
X (childhood best friend after some Rosé) : But seriously! How are you?
1: Dunno. I feel well. How I am? Do you know how you are? Ha ha!
[X & 1 laugh like idiots for reasons not immediately apparent]
1: Do you remember that time-
X: -we ran full speed into the suspension parking rope we didn’t see?! Like, wind straight-up knocked outta us?
1: Ha! Fallen down?! (Snort)…then we got lost on a ski resort shuttle bus?! Until, like, scandalously late: 11pm?
[1 & X laugh like idiots for reasons becoming immediately apparent: they are idiots!]
scour
sour
scurge
scoop
scourlings
Scourge of God = Attila king of the huns.
Thank you McMillan’s Modern
1: I’ve never seen anything like it!
2: That’s great, but not saying much given how not long any given one of us had to see anything.
Classical mechanics uses space and time but never questions itself about time, space, or motion. And, Social Sciences do not question themselves about man. We cannot take it for granted that experience will give us the facts of a group or that anthropology will bind these facts by means of objectivity, strictly defined relations, if we want to access “human reality.”
The problem is our research is aimed at constituting laws and at bringing to light functional relations/processes.
By indirect knowledge, I mean the result of reflection on existence. It is indirect in this sense-that it is presupposed by all the concepts of anthropology without being itself made the object of concepts.
An abstraction is made when something not capable of existing in isolation is thought of as in an isolated state.
Consciousness is an abstraction.
The concrete can be only the synthetic totality of which consciousness, like the phenomenon, constitutes only moments. Effecting a phenomenological reduction will not succeed in restoring the concrete (of consciousness) by the summation or organization of the elements which we abstracted from it. The relation of the regions of being is an original emergence and is a part of the very structure of the beings.
“Is there any conduct which can reveal to me the relation not man with the world?”
We have established a Parallelism between the types of conduct man adopts in the face of Being and Non-Being. We’re tempted to consider being and non-being as two complementary components of the real: like dark and light.
Two contemporary notions which would somehow be united in the production of existents and which it would be useless to consider in isolation. Pure being and pure non-being would be two abstractions which could be reunited only on the basis of concrete realities.
There is nothing in heaven or on earth which does not contain in itself Being and Nothingness.
WrittenCasey 