Fill in with plastic adobe….

Ffolkes,

“Doubt is not a pleasant condition but certainty is an absurd one.”

~~ Voltaire ~~

winter blooms

Winter Blooms


Hajime….. I’ll need to proceed with some caution this morning, I think; I feel a certain looseness, an instability, and could conceivably turn introspective at the slightest provocation. I’ll try to save it for the ranting section, but, sometimes, it just gets away from me, y’know? Since I managed to notice it before it hit me too hard, we do stand an even chance of getting through this without getting maudlin, or, fate forfend, sentimental. Makes me shiver to think of it… Brrr….

Of course, such an unstable portion of my soul can also lead to severe outbreaks of nonsense and/or blather, which, as you see, is showing signs of some leakage into this missive. Uh oh. Though I AM up a bit early, I don’t think we can afford to allow too much blather, or we’ll never get out of the intro. It’s already threatening to burgeon into more than bargained for, so, I should probably start to think about hitting the road for the oyster beds, soon. Better soon than never, right? Right…. Okay, let’s see what’s in this drawer over here….

Oh, look! I haven’t seen this one before…. I wonder what it does…. I know, I’ll just push this butt…..

Shall we Pearl?….

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss it you will land among the stars.”

~~ Les Brown ~~


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1974 bluegrass

    Norman Blake, Doc Watson, & Jerry Garcia, among many other famous bluegrass players of the day, performed at the Bluegrass Festival in Marin in the year 1974, turning in performances which became legendary…. I found it on YT, and have included here today for your listening pleasure…. Enjoy!….


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Marin Bluegrass Festival
1974

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Plato-Aristotle

The World Is Too Much With Us: Late And Soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune,
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
 
~~ William Wordsworth ~~


Y’all are, in some cases, probably scratching your head in puzzlement, wondering why a poem from Wordsworth would be, in the first instance, at the top of a section generally devoted to ranting, or, at minimum, examination of an idea of some sort. (That’s a clue, by the way….) In the second instance, you may wonder why it is used in conjunction with a picture of Plato and Aristotle, those prototypical philosophers. For those who are puzzled, relax, I’m gonna tell you. For those who have become used to our oddness, well, you’ve already girded your grid for a big one….

Let’s begin with the first lines, which, oddly enough, contain the words which prompted this treatise. “Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; little we see in Nature that is ours. We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!” To my way of thinking, one need not be a poet, or a scholar, to feel the truth of these words, for they hold an indictment of the majority of humanity, for the crime of refusing to be human, denying their own nature in favor of living in fear and delusion. A bit sweeping in scope, but, pretty clearly true, to my mind…..

Wordsworth uses the brevity of poetic expression to put his finger very precisely on that part of human nature which we have abrogate, to wit: our connection to Life, and the rest of the natural world. By “getting and spending” we de of alter our own perceptions to suit our feelings, has made us both powerful, and, afraid of that power…. This leads to an inner confusion, which is reflected in how we choose to deal with reality. For thousands of years, most people have chosen, in the name of expediency, and, in deference to their own inner conflict based on their fears, to embrace three delusional ideas, which have been drummed into their consciousness by unscrupulous predators from birth….

By accepting what they are told is truth, these unfortunate slaves have been easily manipulated, until we are now seeing a world rapidly approaching complete totalitarianism in government, as the few take advantage of the ignorant many, to foster the completion of their own paranoid vision of the universe, which gives them control of others, so they can feel safe. A pathetic dream, to be sure, but, all too real for comfort….

I’m growing both angry, and pedantic; I can feel both getting stronger as I think of these matters. I see little hope for our species into the next century. There are already climatic issues occurring which could conceivably end ALL life on this planet, in the next FIVE years. This sounds unreal, and, perhaps, unduly speculative, but, I can assure you, as a scientist, it is NOT speculation. Physical processes of a chemical nature are occurring, as I type, and we humans have no knowledge of how to stop the chemical process taking place, since we don’t really understand our own planet all that well. But, we keep pumping particulate matter into the air, anyway, even though it has become abundantly clear that doing so will lead to disastrous consequences.

See, that is the other face of our fatal flaw; we humans have the ability to deny reality, to pretend it doesn’t matter to us what may happen in the future, as long as our desires of the moment are being met. Every human I know, myself included, has this power, and it is a power that will, in the end, be our undoing….

SIGH…. I intended to rant on this for a while, but, seem to have reached a point where it’s best to move on…. Look around you, ffolkes; see what is REALLY going on in the big picture, and, I think, if you can be honest with yourself, you will see just how badly we humans have fucked up our chance at life…. and, how little time left we have to try to mitigate some of our foolishness, before it kills us all….

So be it. gigoid has spoken….

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Comedy_Tragedy

“Emily Dickinson didn’t even publish books, she just wrote these demented little poems with a quill pen and hid them in her desk, but they still fought their way into the world, and lasted on and on and on. It’s damned hard to get rid of Emily Dickinson, she hangs on like a tick in a dog’s ear. And everybody who writes from then on in some sense has to measure up to this woman. In the art of book-writing the classics are still living competition, they tend to elevate the entire art-form by their persistent presence.” — Bruce Sterling

Augmentation: Inner Aye

Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patterr of rain, falling gravidly.
Between the light and the darkness of fear
find merely the remnants of one lonely tear.

Do not hate us, though we have not sinned;
eager for courage, upon whom all hope is pinned.
Tales of insolence, hatred, or fallen virtue
fill us up, not down, in such pristine foreign venue.

Capable hands severed, able hands tied;
the future is angry, all but now denied.
Multiple times, warnings sounded across the pale
nobody heard, nobody came to tell the tale.

Gifted by time, salience fails in epic rhyme;
watchmakers watching, each a separate crime.
Logical solutions refuse to emulsify
forever pretending to cruelly crucify.

Blood will fly alongside pertinent composure,
never seeking, never finding tea, or closure.
Falsely laid trails on mountains of gold
imply no happy endings, no fortunes told.

Ages past have no time for repetition;
further chances only lead to perdition.
Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.

~~ gigoid ~~

3/2/2016


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Naked Pearls

Random Gems

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“If you never assume importance you never lose it.”

~~ Lao-Tzu ~~

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“Courage is the ladder on which all other virtues mount.”

~~ Clare Booth Luce ~~

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“Set the cart before the horse.”

~~ John Heywood (c. 1565) — Proverbes, Part ii, Chap. vii ~~

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An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.

~~ Oscar Wilde ~~

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“Time destroys the speculations of man, but it confirms the judgment of nature.”

~~ Cicero ~~

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“Where there is much light there is also much shadow.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~~

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“Be and not seem.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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Sorry ’bout the rapid removal up in the intro section, ffolkes. That was pretty radical, wasn’t it? I guess from now on I’ll test those devices out before employing them on a group; the insurance folks will like that. In the meantime, we have finished, and, not too shabbily, I’d say. Hey, it’s not every day you get a fresh poem, right? Since doing so rather fagged me out (the bleeding is copious until it gets down on paper/screen….), & I’ll need some time to recover…. 24 hours seems about right, so, I’ll see y’all right here tomorrow, if nobody aims straight….

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

dozer3


À bientôt, mon cherí….


		
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14 thoughts on “Fill in with plastic adobe….

    • *grin*

      That just means no getting personal; as you know, I am fully in tune with the finer points of curmudgeonly behavior, so, passion is allowed…. just no vituperation without a touch of elegance and style….

      😉

      gigoid, the dubious

    • LOL… Yes, an unfortunate connection there…. The tune played in the movie IS one of the finest ever written, one damn near every guitar & mandolin player alive knows…. but, now, it has that unfortunate emotional tie to it whenever heard….

      ‘S okay, the rest of it is good, too…

      Thanks, & you have a good one, too, my friend….

      gigoid

  1. Sun iN SkeYes
    oF i.. Dance
    And Song..
    God that
    no man
    or woman
    owns but i..
    hmm.. i have a confesSioN
    to make.. i am not the Sun
    of God and i am a son of Sun..
    as dust i came and son i am
    oF Sun and sAMe am i..
    SMILed.. i cannot tale
    ya how the story of
    human future
    WilLL end but
    i can tale
    ya how
    the story WiLL
    continue as i also
    was a Canary iN a
    Coal mine before the
    rest of Nature set me
    free.. as no one owns
    me now..
    but Nature
    ONE as i…
    Anyway.. this is how
    the SonG goes.. first theRe
    was Nature then Human pArt populating
    shore to shore.. then information technology
    where humans become robots and no longer
    reproduce.. problem solved.. albeit lifelong misery
    of human in hell of being robot rather
    than FucKinG pArt oF
    Nature.. the
    meek shall
    inherit the Earth
    thanks Robot Humans
    do as you desire with robot
    screens and eyes for i for one
    WiLL Live for Free iN Sands
    of Nature
    SonG
    and Dance
    as son of Sun
    of aLL THaT is..
    i WiLL Giggle while
    others Google to
    hell and
    back
    same as now..
    in 4 inch Scream
    of howling
    Hell
    Screens..
    and sure other can join
    me too.. but first they WiLL
    have to set themselves free
    dancing naked once again
    in SinG SonG way
    iN sand and son
    of Sun of aLL
    thaT iSnow..
    a creature
    free
    of Lies
    Again.. wHere i
    of Sun and i liGht uP
    togeTheR once again..
    Hmm.. YEAH.. REMINDS
    me too of my freshman year
    of college with a philosophy teacher
    who sliced all the BS.. with a sacred
    knife of truth and LiGht.. i drove to
    the beach on a BriGht and Sunny
    day and finAlly realized God
    was no man as brain
    washed by
    everyone
    who came
    to testify before
    me since age 4
    after speech.. and
    the Nature of Age three
    with Blue skEYes of Free
    and dance of i free
    and sOnG of me
    SinGs was/is
    the ultimate
    expression oF
    God that this speck
    of Sun dust would ever
    meet and be.. anyway..
    it’s fun to be free.. wish
    i could convince more
    folks.. thIS simple truth
    but the
    quicksand
    of culture
    and religion
    is no easy beast
    to defeat until one
    finds a way to escape
    on tHeir ownED way oF Free..:)

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