Ffolkes,

“We have art that we do not die of the truth.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

Rustic charm in urban shoes….

Hajime…. A satisfactory number of the elements for today’s Pearl are in place, so, logically, I can get started. To do so, however, would generally call for a modicum of intelligent words to fill in the intro section with some competence. Words, themselves, are not an issue; I’ve always got some hanging about I can put to use. No, it’s the ‘intelligent’ part that may suffer today; I’m awake, and reasonably alert, but, don’t find a lot of the power of reason in my pocket. Oh, well, I suppose that just means it will turn out weird, again. To that, all I can say is, oh, well. Such is life….

I’ll take just a moment to acknowledge the day, as May Day has long been one of humanity’s days of celebration, welcoming full spring after the dark of winter. Oh, we’re not going to get into a lot of historical reminiscence, or maudlin capering about some random pole. No, I’ll just say, happy spring, & get ready for what promises to be an ‘interesting’ summer here on Earth, as the naked apes who kill continue to pursue their program of paroxysms of violence & insanity, ultimately leading to our own rapid demise, rushing headlong & blind into history, joining the auk, the dodo, and a long list of other failed experiments in life forms.

It doesn’t make a lot of sense, but, it’s definitely an ‘interesting’ scenario we’ve created, isn’t it? Crazy as loons, we are, with no restraint, and very little to point to of which we can claim to be proud. Ah, well, it’s been a fun ride, for some of us. “One must have some faith…. that the universe is proceeding as it should.” — Spock to Valeris, STVI, “The Undiscovered Country” I guess it all goes to show, you never know….

Oh, heck. I meant to be uplifting, & turned dark again. Hmm…. That can only mean my brain’s current status, as possessing the wit of a two-by-four piece o’pine, is beginning to show too much for comfort. Rather than continue to beat the poor equine, we’ll bury it, here & now, by employing our most radical method of disconnecting, which is fast, & could cause some dizziness, if you’re not ready. Ready?….

Shall we Pearl?

“Death is every man’s final critic. To die well you must live bravely.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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For years, I’ve listened to this artist’s music on the radio, without ever exploring her recorded works, or seeing her live. I feel like a dose of newness, with some witty lyrics. Everything I’ve heard of hers fits that paradigm, so, let’s explore some of her live music to see how it turns out, shall we? Enjoy, ffolkes…. Her lyrics make me think; always a good sign….

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Alanis Morrisette Live

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A dream, weeping….

“Never a dull moment to spare”, he said
with a crooked grin, and a broad wink.
“Can’t keep Reality hanging by a thread….
what would Chaos, or Entropy think?”

So, we plucked up our dreams of old,
to carry us on, in dutiful, strong arms,
stuffed a candle in the remaining fold,
for luck, and perfect proof against charms.

Storms follow the sun, but, never stay;
lessons round every corner, all free.
Past fleeting doubts, in a sad disarray,
the journey becomes the reason to be.

Simple kindness manifests untold riches,
in defiance of common cause’s demise.
Bold courage, hanging in stitches,
mends wounds that come as no surprise.

Still, waters run deep, ’tis said by many.
Too much pain cannot apprehend
the salient, sharp points of epiphany,
nor, plainly, to wisdom aspire to pretend.

Folly dogs even the simplest truth,
fumes of toxic ignorance and bile,
alienated as a loose rotten tooth;
it often hides itself, for a long while.

Sought after eons ago, we cried out,
to believe, to suffer no more doubt.
But found instead good reason,
for love, and truth, from season, to season.

~~ gigoid ~~

— 8/30/2014 —

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Naked Pearls

Tied with a festive ribbon….

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“We are changing, we have got to change,
and we can no more help it
than leaves can help going yellow and coming loose in autumn.”

~~ D. H. Lawrence ~~

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“The sunlights differ, but there is only one darkness.”

~~ Ursula K. LeGuin, “The Dispossessed ~~

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“The fastest draw is when the sword never leaves the scabbard.
The strongest way to block is never to provoke a blow.
And the cleanest cut is the one withheld.”

~~ “Kensho”, by Dennis Schmidt ~~

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“Every extension of knowledge arises from making the conscious the unconscious.”

~~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~~

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“One must become aware of one’s legs in order to become more stable.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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[Freedom is] the power to live as you will. Who then lives as he wills?

~~ Marcus Tullius Cicero ~~

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“…. don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something.”

~~ last words of Pancho Villa (d. 1923) ~~

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I have received notice from the universe to cease and desist. Actually, it’s only my own sense of propriety urging me to get myself the hell out of this mess, before I do anything regrettable. Of course, that makes the assumption we haven’t already done so, but, hey, we do try to maintain SOME contact with reality. It’s only right we do, since we tend to twist it into such odd shapes most of the time. So be it. It’s done, so, I’m gonna go do something else now; what that might be remains to be seen, but, that’s my story, & I’m sticking to it. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, if I can dodge fast enough….

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.

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“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

À bientôt, mon cherí….