Ffolkes,
~~ Subtle Bee ~~
Spring, springing….
Hajime…. My morning routines are evolving again. I’ve had to set the deadline for getting the Pearls done in the morning an hour or two ahead, as I’m now able to sleep, and not up every morning about 3 AM. Yay, me…. In addition, it’s good to know my age is not keeping me from undergoing changes needed to keep on a balanced, steady course. Once we lose the ability to change, our time here is done, pretty much, for only the dead do not change. Well, as pointed out to me once, they do rot, which is change, but, it no longer concerns them, does it now? Right.
Hmm…. I can’t say that’s the most gripping, or compelling opening I’ve done, but, I can say it’s not even close to being either one. I’d delete it & start again, but, I’m already later than I’d hoped to be this morning, so we’ll just pretend it’s fine, and get on with it. I still have three sections to complete, & we won’t get there if I keep waffling. Of course, the question as to whether or not ‘getting there’ is a worthwhile pastime is one we won’t bother to justify with a response. That would be both self-serving, and inefficient, and we do try to avoid both of those, when we can…. Today, that’s looking a bit iffy….
Ah, well, so much for vaulting ambition; I think even moderate ambition, or modest, will also be out of our purview, so, let’s not even go there, okay? Instead, I’ll stop fooling around with this, & get on with it. After all, it’s only a matter of time until none of much anything will really matter to us, so, really, what’s the point, eh? Of course, that’s giving in to despair, but, we’re getting rather adept at that, so…. I think, most likely, this would be a good time for me to push this button, which will take us where we need to be, without any further idiocy from the author, who has completely lost his way, and is now stuck speaking in a completely different person. Damn it…. Fuck it, I’m pushing it now….
Shall we Pearl?….
~~ Plutarch ~~
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I couldn’t think of anything new and different, and we just did classical yesterday. So, today, I’ll please myself. Here is my favorite female artist. Red hair, hot guitar licks, and a voice that can send chills up your spine…. The video I chose was the latest I could find, from 2013 BBC sessions she preformed…. Enjoy, ffolkes; I will, for sure….
Bonnie Raitt Live
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~~ Dayton Allen ~~
In the past couple weeks, I’ve avoided ranting extensively here. I’ve been putting most of that angst into comments on other blogs, so there hasn’t been enough left here to stimulate my outrage, even though there is more than enough in the news to do so. What I see there only convinces me my bad feelings about what may happen in the next few years are not unjustified….. In fact, the above quote mirrors much of my thought process, for I’ve come to the conclusion that that longer we encourage the idiots who are ostensibly in charge of society, by voting, by paying taxes, by allowing their lies to be truth, the longer the trouble we face will be with us, eventually leading us inexorably to our extinction.
Rather than try to force out all that is in there, boiling over, I’ll throw out some pearls, from which you can build your own rant in your mind. Oh, it’s not hard; don’t be afraid. Just follow the bouncing ideas, and you’ll see how much fun it can be to take the Asininnies for a spin down Insult Lane…. Here, then, for your viewing pleasure are today’s pearls, to string together & throw at the Beloved Ruling Class, the Dogma Dogs, the Faceless Mrymidons, and all the other Asininnies we have come to know and, hate so well….
“All riches come from iniquity, and unless one has lost, another cannot gain. Hence that common opinion seems to be very true, “the rich man is unjust, or the heir to an unjust one.” Opulence is always the result of theft, if not committed by the actual possessor, than by his predecessor.” — St. Jerome (340?-420)
“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.” — Thomas Jefferson, Letter to William S. Smith, Paris, Nov. 13, 1787
“Bureaucracy defends the status quo long past the time when the quo has lost its status.” — Laurence J. Peter
“Lysander said that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war.” — Plutarch — Life of Caius Marius
” When cryptography is outlawed, bayl bhgynjf jvyy unir cevinpl!” [When cryptography is outlawed, only outlaws will have privacy!”, ROT-13 encrypted] — Brad Templeton of ClariNet
“We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.” — Titus Livius
“Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction.” — New Testament — Matthew vii, 13
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming,
A beast caged in the heart of the city.
The body of his mother lying in the summer ground,
He fled the town.
Went down south across the border,
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there, over his shoulder.
One morning he awoke in a green hotel,
A strange creature groaning beside him.
Sweat oozed from its shiny skin.
Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.
~~ Jim Morrison, “Celebration of the Lizard” ~~
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I’ve been feeling as if there’s a poem in me, percolating, but, it has not yet reached the stage where I can open a vein to let it out. Here, instead, is the last one I wrote, not so long ago…. I hope you enjoy it…..
Distant, peals of thunder, vividly.
Closer, a patter 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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Dragon Bookends/Random Thoughts
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“Safety is on the shore, but the pearl is in the ocean.”
~~ Chinese Proverb ~~
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“When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.”
~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~
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“Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm
but to add color to my sunset sky.”
~~ Rabindranath Tagore ~~
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“Art has an obligation to offend.”
~~ Edward Albee ~~
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“When I was a lark, I sang; when I was a worm, I devoured.”
~~ Theodore Roethke ~~
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“Man needs, for his happiness,
not only the enjoyment of this or that,
but hope and enterprise and change.”
~~ Bertrand Russell ~~
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“No falsehood lingers into old age.”
~~ Sophocles ~~
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“If you can, help others. If you can’t, at least don’t hurt others.”
~~ the Dalai Lama ~~
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“Enjoy yourself–it’s later than you think.”
~~ Chinese Proverb ~~
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Well, I beat the odds, though slowly. It’s all fresh though, except for the poem, which is about as fresh as I can do. Regardless of aught else we might say, it’s done, so, I’ll be nice, and end it here, and now. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, unless somebody comes up with a better plan….
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….
gigoid 
Titus quote is excellent……the TJ quote…if anyone knows about manure it would be him. Congrats on the sleep…..now just write me and let me know how it feels…LOL Bonnie is an excellent choice…….how about some Bo Didley? The true King of rock and roll…..must split for now….have a good day my friend……chuq
Okay, we’ll put Bo in tomorrow, if there is an appropriate entry on YT….
Sleep’s nice but, still a bit hit & miss… when it’s good, I’ll let you know…. *wink*
See ya, amigo; I’ll be by later….
gigoid
It has been so long I need a reminder from time to time…LOL chuq
“Destiny feels a shameful portion of guilt,
for a thousand sand castles, never built.”
That’s a fruitive poetic thOught written
by you gigoid..
and one that remains
true for those stuck
on
the ages..
wHere newer more
colorful Sand Castles
are the pyrAmids that
never got built.. or the baby
who was never born.. or whatever
comes next.. that one put off from
doing yesternow..
now.. so easy
to get
in a rut
of same..
when culture provides
all the sugars and fats for
close to free.. wHere Moving..
Connecting.. and Creating.. becomes
vicarious mirror-neurons in Soap
Opera.. drama.. cop show
or even Kardashian
reality show way..
NFL.. AFC..
TV team sports
replace softballs
on the grass.. and
cooking shows are
watched but never have
time to come real on table
and chairs iN sitting together
more than one foot from a
4 inch
screAm..
So.. i for oNe continue
to build alWays new
Sand Castles
online..
as ya gotta
go wHeRe the
birds migrate if
ya expect to remain
a bird of a feather toGeTheR asOne..
but hell yes.. miss those 2 Decades
of Cheers Bowling Line Work..
never a dull a moment
when 100 or so
eYes of God
come
toGeThEr
noW and hell
yes.. after hours
we used to watch X
rated movies as a community
together.. Jesus.. one day i’ll
have to make a special blog
to relate all those old
sea stories
back
then..
if only the
Cold Terrazza
Floors could
talk
sTiLL
noW..
And yeah..
of course that is
why one of my favorite
movies is the Big Lebowski
Movie for me.. the whole
dam thing
went
down
for REAL.. wITh mE..
Saddest pArt oF aLL
my friend.. is when folks
no longer move.. connect
and create as REAL.. AND
AGAIN that’s the real
REasON
i dance
now 5300 miles
in 33 months.. liVe
iS to short NOT to livE REAL
Bowling Alley LiFe iS Truly
Beach LiFe
when Nature
SinGs Free
as uS and
them.. aS One F iN BoOWLinG
League toGeTheR iN Ten pIN WaY..
but yeah.. Old Seville Quarter Cheers
wHeRe everyone kNoWs mY nAMe
now.. increasingly
as DanCinG LeGenT..
and
thAT mY
friend iS an
honor earned
and never F iN bought
wITh Trump Green
back comb overs..
followers or
likes.. shares
or WTF on
Facebook
or Word
PressNoW..
i FucKinG
earned
my bald
spot..
iT is
mY onLY CRoWN..:)
Nice… sorry, I fell out last night…. Still trying to get caught up, but, don’t think I can…. Oh, well… “all you can do, etc….”
Have a good dance today, bro….
gigoid
Thanks so much..
FRiEnD..:)
Featnote..
Every now i come
here i iNnately iNstinctually..
iNtuitively.. sense.. feel..
and kNoW that GOD
iS iM here
Stronger
as nows
go on..
in how
GoD oF
Nature per
Synchronicity’s
voice sPeaKs..
now just goes
to show.. ‘Atheists’
can be the FucKinG
greaTest Christians oF aLL
iN manners of the REAL HeArt..
spiRit and soUl.. my friEnd but noW
thAt is earned moreover by worKinG
with people than things or books alone..
perhaps more clergy should volunteer
at Bowling Alleys.. Mental Institutions..
or Caregiving Facilities for the
Developmentally
Challenged
before they
earn the right
to say any FucKinG
thing about what GoD
is or was back then in
noW a F iN Book alone..;)
“Lysander said that the law spoke too softly to be heard in such a noise of war.”
Plutarch
Life of Caius Marius
“We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.” — Titus Livius
And good music as well!
“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again, it had a dying fall.
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,
’Tis not so sweet now as it was before”
meanwhile I have just accomplished a cold,icy even,mini rant on chuq’s blog…
gggrrrrrrr
Thanx gigoid the oh, so, dubious one…
Glad to see you are sleeping better than I..
sulk.
By the by…that quote is from your least favourite playwrite..
grin
I saw that, & since I knew the passage (who doesn’t?), gave it the attention it deserved…. *wink*
*grin*
Nice to see you, milady….
gigoid
Sorry to hear of disturbed sleep; I have empathy for that one…. feel better, okay?
Which of chuq’s posts? So I can go see it….
See ya….
gigoid
Battlefront diary I think!
Your opening’s fine.