Ffolkes,
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be- Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell one’s name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!”
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~
Galway’s Spanish Arch during football finals….
Hajime…. Good morrow, my sweet babaluches…. Today’s version of madness is brought to you courtesy of the (thus far) mostly free internet, as provided expensively by your local representative of corporate greed, and monitored for illegal immoral thoughts by your benevolent, and paranoid, representatives of governmental intrusion. Don’t worry, I’m not going to rant about all that, though I certainly could, if I so chose. However, I’m still working on one of those, which continues to grow beyond all hope of restraint. We’ll worry about that when it’s ready for posting; until then, I’ll keep such diatribes to a minimum, if only to save some space, some time, and some random electrons…..
Having thus dispensed what is most likely a surfeit of nonsense, in one quick paragraphical shot (yes, that’s a new word, I just coined, to the extreme displeasure of my spell-checker. I don’t believe it needs any explanation; if it does, well, too bad. You’ll have to figure it out on your own; I’m busy blathering….), I shall now go on to the next phase of creation, involving moves & techniques no self-respecting blogger/writer would think of sharing with the reading public. Why, I don’t know, unless it is to keep from pulling covers; me, I’m pretty naked, and don’t care. Moreover, it looks as if I’m not going to approach anything resembling sanity, or coherence, anytime soon, so, what the hell…. We’ll just go on to the next paragraph, & see what happens….
Well, here we are. Now what? I know, let’s go off on a tangent…. Perhaps not; I can’t find one that attracts, or gives any indication of seamless integration as a possibility. Hmm. This is a bit embarrassing; I thought such a random turn would present me with some alternatives to continuing along the already-forged pathway, but, it seems to be petering out before it actually got going. Oh, well, I suppose that’s what happens when I leave it to what passes around here for chance. Such is life, we are taught, but, that doesn’t make it any more palatable, or any less annoying, if only in jest. Besides, I think jesting is already a wash-out today…
Rather than belabor this point any further, I think I’ll just quit, & get on with the rest of today’s mess. I call it that simply because, by the time I’m done, that’s how it feels, no matter how it looks from the outside view. It’s tough for me to obtain such a view, since I’m pretty well stuck here on the inside, but, it sure would be nice to know ahead of time whether what I’ve done is worth the effort. Hmm, sort of a metaphor for Life at Large, isn’t it? As that is the case, even if only nominally, I’ll stop trying to make it better, switching, instead, to making it shorter. I know; this will do it. It always works, for me…. Y’all are on your own again….
Shall we Pearl?
“Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind.”
~~ from ‘Cats’ by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond ~~
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cats-2/
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Today I feel like a trip into the past, back to the days of my tender youth…. Well, okay; I WAS younger then…. Here is a band who played a big part in the lives of many of my contemporaries, and myself, for much longer than they were together as a group. I hope you enjoy today’s musical retrospective, as much as I shall….
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The Doors
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Further Proof
No evidence exists, no rumored promise
of a guide on the path we seek.
Salient information lies hidden, seeking solace;
each possibility lost, no longer unique.
The past cascades through today, resolute;
finished and gone, by all reputable report.
Common failings decry any fever in the root,
as pillars of salt offer up little retort.
Longitude has latitude, one dimension to the next;
truth and lies, mirrored, transform on first exposure.
Born in chaos, living in change, by guile and pretext;
artful insanity, with no rational cure.
‘Tis no wonder, some do say now and then,
such creatures are doomed, by their own hand.
Cursed by the force of their very own ken,
until only the leaving seems very grand.
Perhaps, but, then, say those who doubt,
it’s all part of how it works, in fact.
We can’t know, really, what it’s all about
without completing the final act.
Is there any hurry?
~~ gigoid ~~
6/23/2016
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Naked Pearls
Words of note….
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“Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic,
capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
~~ Albus Dumbledore ~~
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“Never play a thing the same way twice.”
~~ Louis Armstrong ~~
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“A mistake is a lesson on its way to be learned!”
~~ Milton Berle ~~
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“If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind,
give it more thought.”
~~ Dennis Roth ~~
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“One cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs
— but it is amazing how many eggs one can break
without making a decent omelette.”
~~ Professor Charles P. Issawi ~~
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Why is the universe the way we see it?
If it had been any different, we would not be here!”
~~ Stephen Hawking ~~
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“It did not matter, after all.
He was only one man.
One man’s fate is not important.
If it is not, what is?
He could not endure those remembered words.”
~~ Ursula K. Le Guin, spoken by Gaverel Rocannon, Rocannon’s World ~~
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“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die, or when.
You can only decide how you’re going to live now.”
~~ Joan Baez ~~
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“Professor! Is this all real?
Or, is it just happening inside my head?”
“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry!
Why should that mean that it’s not real?”
~~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter ~~
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Yes, I do love starting over at the close…. Having been compelled to spend some time acting as a cat-hammock, I lost the thread of where this missive intended to go/sew…. Not surprising, given my state of mind during much of the morning’s activities. In order to ascertain the proper tone for this ending note, I’ve been inadvertently compelled to, well, start over. Having done so has once again given me the impetus to finish, and a damn good thing, too. Why? Simple. I’m fresh out of BS; go figure, eh?
On that abruptly insensitive note, I shall bid thee adieu, so I can go lick my metaphorical self-inflicted wounds, & try this again tomorrow. So be it; gigoid has spoken…. About damn time, too. See ya, ffolkes; gotta go replenish my internal supplies of appropriately insane blather…. Try not to laugh, okay? Leelu gets upset at the noise….
Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…
When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.
Which is Why….
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.
gigoid, the dubious
The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
Paragraphical? I like it! And the Doors is a fine choice for the day…..I will be a hermit today…..it seems that I have a pain in the ass and need to excise it…LOL Have a day my friend….chuq
Ouch… been there, done that, sold the t-shirt… LOL
Feel better. bro….& have a quiet time today… always a bonus, in my estimation…
gigoid
I have a process and I need to segregate myself from others…..later….chuq
Leelu is very wise, indeed, Ned. Seems she knows how best to make her bed..! 🙂
xoxoxo
She also is adept at sleeping in it!…. *grin* Good to see ya, Carolyn…..
gigoid
WeLL.. been awhile gigoid..
and anyWheRe IS A good
place to start
and what
better
place than
now and an occupation
as a cat hammock is also
a best place to be in the now..
as connection is what makes life
worth living most even for a feral territorial
animal who comes to suck the mother’s milk of love again…
sUre.. with kitty biscuits too..
yes.. that touchy
feely warm
and fuzzy
stuff that
science names
as the cure of the
social bonding neurohormone
as oxytocin that kills the pain of the
human soUL of HeARt as SpiRit reLease
in comfort of life the most for those not addicted
to adrenaline
alone.. i
suppose
of course from
thE Lit place iN dArk
and liGht within.. anyWay..
liFe goeS oN my friEnd best
with a Loving hUman tOuch/FeeL/seNse thaT
reFuses to be put out by A dArk of LiFe oF ‘Fore..cE…
GOLden
tOuch feeL
to reLatE..:)
“I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you- Nobody- Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be- Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell one’s name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!”
~~ Emily Dickinson ~~
Communion with
Nature..
never
a cost butt toAlly Free..:)
“Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind.”
~~ from ‘Cats’ by Arthur Seymour John Tessimond ~~
“My Cat is a Tai Chi Master”..
it must be True.. one
can Google
iT
and see It
has no skyscraper
LabELs thaT tRump Free cLouds
oF FliGht
Float..:)
“Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic,
capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
~~ Albus Dumbledore ~~
heHe..
if no
thing
else.. i for
one am proof words don’t run out
and even proof that yes.. they run on..
and words surELy hELped cure me at lEast..
and the best thing oF aLL is an infinite number
of new
symbols
can be
created
to relate more
than what one does before..
and as far as any poTenTial
harm or butt hurt..
online
has
a switch
for off.. haha..;)
“Never play a thing the same way twice.”
~~ Louis Armstrong ~~
For me aT
leASt2..
Free verse essence over
staGnate
form..:)
“A mistake is a lesson on its way to be learned!”
~~ Milton Berle ~~
i ofTen find
thE GreaTest
art in mistakes
as they are mostly free
oF Form and full of essence more..:)
“If it takes a lot of words to say what you have in mind,
give it more thought.”
~~ Dennis Roth ~~
Truth is..
dARk or liGht..
some minds are bigger
than others and have more to say
in short
and
long..
and the
smallest ones
often say the most
in
no
words
aT aLL..
Like ants
who are relatively
speaKing much stronger
than humans butt the greatest
feat oF aLL is how they work together
with common objective Eusocial purpose to get
the job
done
for survival..
mostly importantly..
BaLanCing wiTh the
rest of Nature too..
humans
fAiL oN
all counts now…
iN big picture view
oF survive foR All..
sure.. i’M
dancing
singing
to
the choir..
butt the Truth is as
far as bigger picture view..
heAR.. Ants are probably
God of Nature’s favorite
pArts here for all.. as whole..;)
“One cannot make an omelette without breaking eggs
— but it is amazing how many eggs one can break
without making a decent omelette.”
~~ Professor Charles P. Issawi ~~
Ugh.. yeah
that thing cAlled
the hUman coNdition
all environmental aS Such..
otherwise known as Modern Human Cultures..
the curRent
greaTEst
virUs on eARTh..
at lEast from Space view
of Stars checking dOwn on
StAR DuST SenTienT
plUS..
sTuFF uS..;)
Why is the universe the way we see it?
If it had been any different, we would not be here!”
~~ Stephen Hawking ~~
Save A
MiRAcle..
why not..:)
“It did not matter, after all.
He was only one man.
One man’s fate is not important.
If it is not, what is?
He could not endure those remembered words.”
~~ Ursula K. Le Guin, spoken by Gaverel Rocannon, Rocannon’s World ~~
ButterFly
WinGs
count iN
total effect
and affect of Beauty..
no different
reAlly
than
A sMiLe oN
A Down’s Child Face..:)
“You don’t get to choose how you’re going to die, or when.
You can only decide how you’re going to live now.”
~~ Joan Baez ~~
i saT sTill
LiVinG deATh liFe
quiet..
i dance
i live
i sing
liFe Lives..
Dance sings Dance..:)
“Professor! Is this all real?
Or, is it just happening inside my head?”
“Of course it’s happening inside your head, Harry!
Why should that mean that it’s not real?”
~~ Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter ~~
So let it be
written
and
Sung
so leT iT Dance aS SonG..:)
Nice to see you again
gigoid.. alWays
a pleaSure
to come
bacK
aGaiN as promised..:)
Good to see you, too, my friend. As usual, a fine song & dance today…. I’ll be by your site later, to peruse as much of your latest as I can get to….
Nice balance, btw…. *smile*
gigoid
Thanks.. so much.. my friend..
And the latest turned out
Much bigger than expected
As i hardly remember
Being home
To do it..:)
Tessimond cloaks his knowledge of women with the soft fur of felines. Quelle surprise?
Nothing is cooler than your autistic six-year-old belting out ALL of the lyrics to a Doors song from the back seat… unless perhaps, it is a song by Ozzy or Pink Floyd.
Artful insanity is the macabre dance society does to the dirge of its members.
I am practicing commentus interruptus. Ciao! xxx
Well, even interruptus is entertaining, when you do it…. *grin* Good to see you dropping by….
xoxo