C-attle Sleepers

The residue resists everytime.

I do what i do because it is what i do.

Wet.

Swollen.

Currents and states.

Rise as bread.

Or don’t.

Breathe.

Watch “Pull” on YouTube

No rights, pure homage to N’Awlins standard.

Punkish for them. Great production on this album. Remastered not too long ago.

Sounds like a PJ Harvey joint.

A childhood fave of mind.

Disambiguation through x is to y

OPPOSITE is to CONVERSE/INVERSE

as

APPOSITE is to CORRELATE/CORRELATION


Apposite: adj. Fitting ; Suitable ; Pat ; to the point

Opposite: adj. placed or set over, against, or in front of ; adverse ; contrary ; in marked contrast to something else

MacMillan’s Modern Dictionary (print 1945)


Converse(2):

n. A situation, fact, or statement that is the opposite of another. > mathematics a theorem whose hypothesis and conclusion are the hypothesis and conclusion of another.

adj. opposite

Inverse:

adj. opposite in position, direction, order, or effect.

n. 1) a thing that is the opposite or reverse of another; 2) mathematics a reciprocal quantity.

Concise Oxford English Dictionary (print 2008)


Correlate: v. Have a relationship in which one thing affects or depends on another > establish a correlation between; n. Each of two or more related or complementary things.

Correlation: n. a mutual relationship of interdependence between two or more things > the process of correlating > statistics interdependence of variable quantities

Concise Oxford English Dictionary (print 2008)

The Chestnutt Mare

Callæbus eqqus is an Open (printed) Book.

Be content with the content? Slide your saucerful full of secrets over here?

Disappointed roundtable debators believed that

She had been animal

And mineral

And element,

And Creature,

And Cretin.

And a camællia.

The wandering star gent is part sugar-foot.

A real Achilles heel for him when it melts in the rain.

Sugary sweet

But, highly soluable.

Death and the Lover.

But, she knows him under different handles.

They rotate who leads the dance to each saraband song.

Often swapping pieces of clothes

Endless variations.


Her suspension of choice made him slay her.

What choice?

Can anybody make anybody do anything?

The difference between clumsy, specious interference and kind, capable manipulation?

Fuzzy adjustments.


She lays the pen aside in such a heat of words.


He called her to come to him from an ocean away. In her stomach and heart, she already then felt bits of twine string loosely drape. Cordons that began slithering into knots pulling tighter and tighter.

She felt it and she said so.

“I promise I feel those sweet fingers clasping at my heartstrings. That is all I promise in the right-now. But, darling, I fear I love you.” she said

How much emotional energy, she wondered? She ought not be fearful of loving, but this one was something else in her mind. This man was impeccable.


In love vs. I love.

One (N) to the right of (I)

is all it takes.

The difference between loved and beloved.

Fitted and bespoke.


She knew quick that she loved deep. And, still could not abstain from diving head first. No one had ever spoke of weal to her before. She wanted to court him and please him and displease him. But, then her imagination spun some daydreams she presented to him. A bombardment of her ideas presented in delicious, but inexperienced confusion. In retrospect, she shuddered at how giddy the effort must have seen. She felt sad like maybe she blew the idea and made herself look ridiculous. Then she grinned and found a laugh, because at least she tried.

She closed her eyes, imagined he could hear her speak and she said aloud,

I’ve not known eyes like yours, or words used like yours. You are special and rare. The way you move through time. The way time moves through you.
You wear it, those lines, on your face. You will only grow more captivating. I am too old to be this young. You’re so well aged. It could sweet. And even naughty.

The cost of a swoony swoon. The dreams of a romantic mystic. The desires of a feral bitch rising from within. Howling and sniffing.

Then she heeded the call and he was the Genuine article.

Arriving on pins and needles; visiting on tenterhooks; finally

She left slain.

Embarrassingly taken aback by how he puts his hands in his denim pants pockets. Adored. Astir in wonderful calmness, he made mere moments eons with just a bit of string or a yarn to spin. Captivating her wonder. A dream of an artful life

She could recall none other that spoke to her as he did.

In fact, he spoke to her about those things most amazing.

He spoke of passions because he knew them too. His laugh endeared. And his smile was usually close-lipped.

She returned home. Visitors at her home. A small party. A confusing dissonance. Time fell strange.

Three days after returning home, she knew with certainty that she wanted to return to him. She wanted to be by him. Partners in art and crime.

She wanted to

Suggest it might…

Concede it must….

Surrender her nerves with a hard swallow

Submit to hot tears.

She wants a new life with him. Silly girl. She knows though, she can do it on her own and feel proud but she could be in love and do it.

Silly. She feels unhip. But, she knows exactly how she feels. And, she knows it may be just a pretty lie she tells herself.

Yet, her intuition just smiles and whispers: it could be sweet. There are so many possible movements to take on this chessboard, that it becomes a real treat when you have a moment where you know exactly what you want and you can accept that it may not happen.

The difference between I don’t think so and I hope so.


Again, alone in her room, she closed her eyes, imagined he could hear her speak and she said aloud,

“I think I see you the way you wish the world would see you, dearheart. You look fine in these eyes. Fingers such as yours come carrying currents. Diligence meets nuanced, indicating well-honed. Your voice, its quiet, clear enunciation draws my ears. I feel you pull slowly on my vibrations. Shifting energetic threads like braiding hair. Bringing to balance the diabolus.

Worth all risk.

She came from a place of dinosaurs.

She moved to a shiny silicon land where lives occur in hands and eyes look down at screens. People speak in hashtags now. A girl 5 years younger laughed as she told her she listens to CD’s in her car. The last physical format to kill off, I am a CD in a digital town.

So, a compact disc chances upon a cassette tape.

Howl So

You, enter please. Come to me, catchling.

I hear you in the forest, leaves ruffling from your sneaky skulking.

I smell you just as before.

A long knight’s sleep jolts minds into new dimensions.

I turn

To look at you.

And, i feel what i want

with ecstatic desire. Enrapt.

Kindled flame fells me to prostrate before all and everything

And the capricious sense of love reawakened.

Violent like a wary animal who wants to eat from

your hand

And i might nip your fingers when i let you.

Like a salt-lick.

I shall know you when i see you again. I see you everywhere.

I stalk that visage. I look in the eyes of all

Briefly.

Just

In-case.

Surrender to you and the mastery of your pleasure,

Of your discomfort.

Your naughty silence.

Those sweet, heavy shoulders.

My reserved disposition conceals me as i see past a veil

Into the swirl of thoughts of

Desires to devour.

Devour you in shameful kind need.

The mastery of submission may make a Master submit?

I want to shake you from your discomfort. then comfort you

While you shake.

GOODDAY

My breath does as it wilt

right, exactly now.

It doesn’t pant; It does not (hold).

But, it breathes

shallow then a sudden, pumping rush of

Air of exhalation.

…strange rhythm.


My emotions are being redistributed,

my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,

reorient themselves

relative

to their new locale.


Strangers in a familiar region. One they

have only seen mapped.


The world within folded all in-on itself and

Refilled in the converse.

Process

Of

Inversion.

The new in-side

is

the Apposite Opposite


What She Said.

“Daymare,” I say.

“Oh, you mean like what happens and what you see when you are awake?” the blonde asks.

I open my mouth to speak, but catch myself in time to shut it.

A quick grin.

Lips part, mouth reopens, tongue helps the organ say:

“That’s heady,” I say.

“You should see my nightmares.”

That’s, literally, what she said.

The girl who dogged… — WrittenCasey

She flit and she drove them and him mad, both equal and in tirn, Though those who would tell her herself to her face, only elicited her giggles, and quickly jumps ‘ere, with discomfort tempered in and with unconditional love. She loved man by his his touch. Effortlessly and yet also endlessly. His confusion at […]

via The girl who dogged… — WrittenCasey

Chief Tecumseh (Crouching Tiger) Shawnee Nation 1768-1813

via Chief Tecumseh (Crouching Tiger) Shawnee Nation 1768-1813

Watch “James Brown – Make It Funky Part 1 Thru 4 (Super Rare)” on YouTube

No rights; pure homage.

Dig the JBE

Great music to listen to while creating stuff .

A Blip I Clipped

I am rather ignorant about the upcoming move to 5G: the latest wireless communication protocols which will be replacing the current 3G and 4G systems.

I thought this well-written, informative, and impressively concise.

I.e. I thought it worth sharing.

Gertrude; Hermann Hesse, 1910 (quotes)

“Everything that had belonged to me in these earlier years of my life went from me and became alien and lost to me. I suddenly saw how sad and artificial my life had been during this period. For the loves, friends, habits, and pleasures of these years were discarded like badly fitting clothes.  I  parted from the without pain and all that remained was to wonder that I could have endured them so long.”

 

“The lives of ordinary people can be boring, but the activities and destinies of idlers are interesting…I remained apart from ordinary life.”

 

“I was overwhelmed by an astonishing feeling of happiness, for I suddenly knew what love was. It was not a new feeling but a clarification and confirmation of old premonitions, a return to native country.”

 

“The most lively young people become the best old people; not the ‘wise’ ones from school.”

 

“I can’t live and I can’t die. Everything seems meaningless and stupid.”

 

 

A Dose of Culture Theory Cut with Anthropology

The concept of ‘nationality’ is myth institutionalized. Culture-plus.

Culture is a myth existing in the subtleties of our everyday lives. Known by everyone, taught by everyone; and, yet it remains a bit invisible to those very ones who know and teach it. Nationality is is an institutionalized mythological narrative taught publicly, in a systematic fashion. Simple things like reciting a pledge of allegiance at the start of every school day.

Three types of nations may be distinguished. Old, natural nations like Britain, France, Spain, etc. New nations that emulated the nationalistic practices of others; and, the third kind are forced into nationhood by virtue of being ex-colonial states granted independence. Forced nations are those nations founded on the assumption that immemorial antiquity can be constructed, taught, and ultimately naturalized into a population.

America is a unique case.

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“The soil of America absolutely rejected a territorial aristocracy.” The inhabitants “hardly know one another, and each man is ignorant of his nearest neighbor’s history…Wealth circulates with incredible rapidity, and experience shows that two successive generations seldom enjoy its favors.”

Alexis de Tocqueville (French diplomat; b. 1805 – 1859)

The circulation of wealth is not a condition common to forced nations. Americans enjoyed a bourgeois liberty, “not the aristocratic freedom of their motherland, but a middle-class and democratic freedom.”

They had learned to combine democracy and liberty as the French had not. The French had to suffer a democratic revolution. Americans did not and thus “were born equal instead of becoming so.” This ignores the slave-holding practices of America at that time, but the idea is that your bloodline does not determine your life. There was no landed gentry or fiefdoms in America.

There is an absence of an American socialist or militant-working class tradition. The white immigrants could pursue their middle-class goals freely, unencumbered by a feudal tradition. Social homogeneity kept most Americans from systematically thinking about class differences. The American political culture lacked the European social categories which may be necessary to allow for the expression of such antagonism.

 

Hartz even argues that the failure of the bourgeois to develop class consciousness left American workers ideologically crippled. Because, there were no feudal institutions to attack, U.S. liberals, unlike European liberals, could entirely reject the idea of powerful government. America did not have it as a weapon because they never had to use against an older order.

*The Liberal Tradition in America: An Interpretation of American Political Thought since the Revolution; Louis Hartz, 1955.

Widespread economic wealth had a major role in sustaining the liberal character of U.S. political thought. Social pluralism and separation of residence from workplace can be attributed, at least in part, to the openness and fluidity of a liberal society.

The American liberal tradition has been very effective in limiting U.S. political development because ideas and behaviors, words and deeds, have mutually constrained one another.

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The New England Calvinist Jeremiad made a contribution to the dominance of a liberal consensus. It pointed out New England’s and, later, America’s failings: the sins of the people. The more often the preachers named the nation’s sins and punishment, the more strongly they asserted that the nation’s special mission as “god’s chosen instruments.”  This mission was essentially individualist and capitalistic.

“New England evolved into a middle-class culture…a commercially-oriented economy…sustained by the prospect of personal advancement.”

The American Jeremiad; Sacvan Bercovitch, 1978.

Here is a cultural foundation for the American social order (the ‘spiritual cohesion’ that comes only from a ‘social ideal’) which such a purely secular concern with ‘personal aggrandizement’ could not provide.

Through the Jeremiad, Americans came to see a special place for their country in the world, as well as envision it having a sacred history.  As a result, the Puritan rhetoric of social criticism re-affirmed a belief in the legitimacy of the American regime by promising to purge it of its defects.


Gellner’s discussion of nationalism revolves around the transition from Agrarian to Industrial. Industrial civilization is based on the explosion of economic/scientific growth rather than stable technology. Population growth in the industrialized world is no longer Malthusian.

 

The two principles of political legitimacy in industrialized societies are 1) economic growth and 2) nationalism. Regimes are acceptable if they can, over a period, engender growth, if not they lost authority.

We are egalitarian because we are mobile (as a society); we are not mobile because we are egalitarian. Mobility is imposed on us by social circumstance. Growth entails innovations and new technologies, creating and relinquishing jobs.  Growth societies cannot have a stable occupational structure. These societies acquiesce members by giving confident, justified expectations of moral improvements as opposed to inciting terror or superstition. Everyone climbs the ladder, gets a promotion.

The modern occupational structure professes to be egalitarian, within a upwardly mobile professional sphere.  Within that sphere, however, we are to be anonymous, per se.  Leave your personal problems at home, right?

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The person you are at work must censor and behave differently than the person you are at home. Well, at least for many of this surely remains true. Remove a subsistence economy and you stop people from procuring their own foods and goods. Replace that economy with a cash economy and now people hold jobs to be paid a wage that they may use to purchase the things they need.  This is the counter-intuitive, semantic nature of work in industrial societies.

All this reduces to the capacity to articulate and/or comprehend context-free messages. This is the metaphorical antithesis of what are brain does, particularly when interpreting meaning from words.  Context provides meaning. Personal context can become a moot point in modern, professional environments as the implication is that professionalism is not the same as authenticity. Professionalism involves carrying oneself in a posture: posturing. Authenticity is the posture you take when no one is looking. Crossing your legs at work versus going spread-eagle on the couch to get comfy.

One is a panto and one is what it is.

Nations and Nationalism; Ernest Gellner, 1983

The Balcony Seat

These days, I let the terrarium of plants í struggle to keep green take the chair on my porch.

I sit on the ground.

The flutters of distant, aluminum wings beating as car doors open and close.

The start of an engine rolls through the night air.

The cricket chorus sings the ambiance.

Cool, summer air.

A red light must have turned green.

Right, exactly now.

The peal of tires burning rubber hollers.

Then, just crickets.

My chest suddenly releases and breath flows into my lungs again.

A’loosed.

Parçigal’s Appearance

Parçigal learned, nearly a decade past, the powers of appearance and its ability to manipulate others. Howl, all gals did. The power of pretty and/or style was the source of feminine efficacy where she was reared. What she noticed, but no one addressed, was the long-game. Prettification during youth resulted in an aging-self prettifying to remain relevant.

The true Tao seemed to be finding beauty unmasked. Bare-face. No jewelry. Unadorned. So, she stopped staring at her own reflection. Hair pulled up, with a disregard for style. Others treated her differently. They ignored her altogether. The joy of the crone helped her become the gal she became.

It tasted different on the way back down, wielding the power of make-up’s corrective abilities.


The difference between beloved pronounced with three syllables instead of two.

Parçigal lived her dream of art. She reinterpreted Myschkin, finally freeing him from being misinterpreted as a Christian allegory. Don’t tell the critical schools.

Of course, books are more often quoted than read these days.


She writes some notes on index cards:

The enumerable is now innumerable. Hypertextuality.

Apposition: the grammatical relation between two words or phrases that stand for the same idea.

Your load-stone hypnotizes & I become a loadstone.

Why do we say Illicit instead of Licit?

In Practical, Standard English, consider ‘Licit’

[Latin, licitus, past participle of licere ‘it is allowed’]

Now, Licit is often misused and confused with Lawful; and they are close synonyms. Consider:

[Latin, licet, it is permitted]

Why do we say activities are illicit?

We usually say what we mean and not the opposite.

 


LICIT: not forbidden by law. It applies to strict conformity to the provisions of law. And that is especially what the law regulates conforming to the requirements of the law.

LAWFUL: permissible; permitted by law; legitimate; constituted by law; valid or regarded as valid [of marriage born of lawful marriage; said of offspring] Having full, legal rights (synonyms include: just, right)


 

But, when it comes to be law-abiding, Licit becomes clunky.

Most things would, ostensibly, be lawful.

It becomes more convenient to say what is and what is not Illicit.

Illicit is now preferred to Licit in common, American usage.

Attempt @ Recap of Gödel & Formal Systems

Trying to learn mathematics. Comments and corrections welcome. Piece of a work in progress.


All consistent axiomatic formulations of number theory include undecideable propositions.

The single, circular ‘loop’ of the statement above is the assertion that, although the statement is true, it cannot be proven to be true. This parallels the way Principia Mathematica contained mathematical statements of truth that could not be proven through the text itself.

Gödel showed that probability is a weaker notion than truth. His sentence G showed that no fixed system could adequately represent the complexity of whole numbers-no matter how complicated or elegant. No connective set of principles could explain ‘a whole’. ‘A whole’ is a sum greater than its constituent parts.

See Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians which makes the point that although sun, water, and soil are required and can explain growth, they are not growth itself. Growth results in death (sic. cell senescence) which returns as birth/reproduction.

The main paradox in math is trying to enliven our intuitive realizations with formalized, axiomatic explanations?