Category: Writing

Words

Alchemy is performable using language. Through Written and writing language.

 

This Is Why Literacy Matters.

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Hey Girls…

Learn to enjoy being a lady, but, don’t feel obliged to be one for ever and always…

…..figure it out.

What freaking ornithologist?

Who has come to know the Ibis?

…..the ibis from the duck, that is.

If you’re the last to leave and the first one back again,

By Whom are you being named?

Will type it one day

This is taken from Umberto, Eco. On Literature. By breaking down a text intoits structural elements, Eco demonstrates how literary structure is itself an type of poetry. We should his extend his idea to A SELECT FEW academic papers. i.e. technical writing as art.

While Over Water

Tell the kids to find a Stele; and take Pen as weapon and wizen it to papyrus.

Don’t transcribe but rather scribe.

Wear your weapon like a wand and if anyone asks it is just a pen.

You do the Math

Because I only know Words; and

Only know numbers through words.

The Math and numbers may precede Word and words.

I do not recall which nor even whom could knowingly say either way.

What You call approximation (is still assumptive);

we in words call assumption (often purports as axiomatic);

those in logic call axiomatic (remains approximative).

To depower the danger of improper axioms and assumption:

Explicitly say It outloud in and with thoughtful dispassion,

then wait to feel any feedback of Its resonance with those able to hear.

Assumption then becomes mere assertion

-a simple contention made available for public consumption and comment.

From Tilopa, THE SONG OF MAHAMUDRA

Though words are spoken to explain the Void,

The Void as such can never be expressed.

Though we say, “The Mind is a bright light,”

It is beyond all words and symbols.

Although the mind is void in essence,

All things it embraces and contains.

A Dark Void

It can be easy to not feel discouraged in the void, for to whom could you compare?

There is only trying and doing.

You do the Math

Because I only know Words; and

Only know numbers through words.

The Math and numbers may precede Word and words.

I do not recall which nor even whom could knowingly say either way.

What You call approximation (is still assumptive);

we in words call assumption (often purports as axiomatic);

those in logic call axiomatic (remains approximative).

To depower the danger of improper axioms and assumption:

Explicitly say It outloud in and with thoughtful dispassion,

then wait to feel any feedback of Its resonance with those able to hear.

Assumption then becomes mere assertion

-a simple contention made available for public consumption and comment.

The R&D Man at the Station

He’s slim in silver:

Dark glasses and ten thousand LP`s, EP`s, and CD’s.

He plucked my disc, but I beseeched “can we be sure yet?”

What he said I cannot be sure

but it was either/or “you surely are / you surely are not on reorder.

Disingenuity

Smiles steeped in stillness;

superiority situated in silence.

It is tart, so, pucker up.

Pardoning your progress–

and your precious predilections.

Prefer perforation

Seration from your own sermon, please.

Paragons are only prerogatives.

Peter Straub. THE HELLFIRE CLUB

For God’s sake, the whole thing has to be retyped, but you asked to see it, remember, so I gave it to you as is, this is so obvious, but anybody can read a book after it’s published, thst’s hardly the point, I want yo hear what you have to say…

Dispassion

Regardless of whether it is out- or en-, sometimes I feel rage(d).

When I am enraged, it is my ego shouting at feeling an offense. This may be vanity and thus to pursue it might be (in) vain.

When I am outraged, I act dispassionately to learn more. This does not feel like ego.

Dispassion in crisis is not the same as apathy.

Demian (or the one in which Hermann Hesse reads my mind)

Much love for all Hermann Hesse folk!!! So glad you shared!

Made

You shall make it utterably Swift because I am inexorable, unyielding, and relentlessly

Merciful.

I feel you like a swift breeze across my brow, made apparent only through the

Perspiration of my effort under intent.

I do naught but believe that I will not go against myself.

I submit. I am love.

AEm Written.

Tolle lege. Anon, anon.

You see Eve, and/or Lilith.

But I’m Helen Estelle and Alice Ladder

Give.