9.12.2006

response

to "Things I've Jotted Down" (selectively)

"cows always moo" - Further, people always do.

"man the cow parasite" - Who subsists on whom? Men eat cows, the cows eat grass, both die and return to dust. The earth remains.

"powerful man holding a baby." - Who is holding whom? My child in my arms, I am held still by Love.

"Just what do you think man's deepest urge is?" - Connections are the basic driving force of most human action. I connect one thing to another, adding to my stock of perspectives, thus engaging in the act of creation - by means of perception and intellect, working in tandem - which is, as has been noted by Neihbur, the true essence of life. So, whether one likes it or not, his deepest urge is to connect, be it perceptively, or one perceiver to another.

"There's one thing about power. It can flow only from the top down. WHere there are little surges of resistance at the middle leves, it merely calls for more power to be directed downward, to burn it out." Top down, indeed. But who is looking up, to know?

"subject, adj. Con. adj., Vb." - Elliene, lonely and dejected, vomited, (continued - see next entry)

"adj., adj., n." yellowish, aqueous swill.

"tunnels of truth." Certainly they exist, but how precious few have been taught, or have learned themselves, to discern them from the wind-tunnels of coersion that are the Mass Media.

"into the darkened oubliette." - , she fell, but the drop was short. She thought, as she tried to stand, that she must have sprained her ankle. She felt silly and weak, having injured herself. "No... they hurt me! she whispered slowly to herself. She did not know why she whispered, only that she was afraid and that whispering seemed the right thing. A voice from the corner of the room interrupted her thoughts: "That's right, Ellie." And more slowly, "Don't ever forget who has hurt whom."

"simulcrum [sic] of myself." One example, loosely, might be every other self with whom I come in contact. They say the things we criticize in others are the things we dislike about ourselves. Then, every other self (read: everyone I have the opportunity to connect with) becomes a vague reflection of my own self. I see some parts better than others, the focus is always changing, shifting.

"Mitgefuhl--compassion, with feeling." Ohne Gefühl ist es nichts - without feeling, it is nothing.

"Es muss sein--it must be so." Und doch, kann es unterschiedlich sein - and yet, it can be different. Anything that is, may not need be so.

"Es konnte auch anders sein--it could just as well be otherwise." Ees scheint, daß Widerspruch überall offensichtlich ist - it seems contradiction is everywhere apparent. Who would be first...

"beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will sense them." My Motorola woke me slowly this morning / but still in time to see & feel / my wife's arm / resting on my chest, / her head nestled against my shoulder / and I thought: / when I feel foolish and young / my wife's devotion makes me feel / not older / but more real

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