Ffolkes,
“Appearances often are deceiving.”
~~ Aesop (620-560 B.C.) ~~
Southern view from La Bufadora, Ensenada, Baja Mexico…
Hajime…. Well, here we are, ffolkes, sitting, once again, to compose an opening statement for the latest version of sane craziness we call Pearls of Virtual Wisdom, aka, gigoid’s Folly. For nearly six years, up to about six months ago, I posted an average of 1500 words/day, with the specific purpose of ridding my own inner self of the dross and drivel that tends to build up over time, during my personal dream quest, otherwise known as living large in the real world, or, more commonly, life as we know it….
Approximately six months ago, physical issues related to aging (gracefully is a word not yet applicable to the process, sadly…), caused a change in both the paradigm, and the process, all of which is a complicated way to say I stopped posting as much, and stopped feeling guilty for having done so. The events I’ve experienced while re-encountering the Big Blue Room have been, quite simply, compellingly interesting enough to have completely shattered my consistency at posting, without even giving me a single quiver of angst. I suppose, were I to try to analyze the why’s & wherefore’s, I’d go back to being relatively insane, which, while not necessarily an unfamiliar hardship, still is not my preferred state of mind. Hmm… Gee, is that too complicated? Probably… But, it’s relatively accurate, and, did take up an entire paragraph, so, we’ll let it stand, and not worry about any sort of relevance….
That isn’t to say I don’t try to be relevant; it’s just not a habit I care to let solidify. Reality is far too fluid to expect it to fit into any of my, (or anyone’s, for that matter…), preconceived notions of how it should go. And, that is as it should be. If we knew too much of the future, we’d probably end up even crazier than we already are, and I don’t think Reality would hold up very well. Well, in truth, WE are what probably wouldn’t hold up, not that we ever have done so. I guess that’s as good a statement of how it all works as anything else I’ve encountered, so, perhaps we’ll just leave this train of thought right here in the station, and go walkabout instead….
Having thus arrived at a logical jumping off point, I shall leave this where it has collapsed, & just get on with what I’ve managed to cobble together in the past eight days, since my last fresh post…. The next time I return, I promise to have a NEW poem; the one that’s been leaking out for the past two months is finally beginning to gel, so, I’ll do my best to get it done for a couple days from now. For the nonce, let’s see what there is below to help us get on with this, before we start sliding down the slippery slope….
Shall we Pearl?….
“Dreaming permits each and everyone of us
to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”
~~ Charles William Dement ~~
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I have been listening to the music played by this man for virtually my entire life. Beginning in 1963, with the original Yardbirds, his virtuosity with the guitar has been the benchmark for any and all aspiring guitarists to reach. The video I’ve included today is his latest work, from January of this year, and shows exactly why he has always been, and continues to be the best of the best…. Enjoy!….
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Eric Clapton Live
2018
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Augmentation: Inner Aye
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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Naked Pearls
Strangely congruent….
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“One does what one is;
one becomes what one does.”
~~ Robert Musil, c. 1930 ~~
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“Men are used as they use others.”
~~ Pilpay (or Bidpai), “The King who became Just’, Chap. ii, Fable ix ~~
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“The most important thing
that parents can teach their children
is how to get along without them.”
~~ Frank A. Clark ~~
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“I like reality. It tastes of bread.”
~~ Jean Anouilh ~~
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“It matters not how long you live, but how well.”
~~ Publius Syrus, Maxim 829 ~~
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“To fear love is to fear life,
and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
~~ Bertrand Russell,” Marriage and Morals” ~~
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“It is good to live and learn.”
~~ Miguel de Cervantes, “Don Quixote”, Part ii, Book iii, Chap. xxxii ~~
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As he read over the words produced, the old man shook his head, slowly, with a small, sardonic smile. “Pathetic drabble”, he muttered. “But, it’ll have to do….” With some reluctance, but, a sense of renewed purpose, he slowly typed the last few lines, vowing to himself the next time would be different. With that small victory clutched tightly to his chest, he waves, and shouts, “See y’all in a day or two!”…. Be well, and happy as you may, ffolkes….
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….
gigoid 
Fully Engaging Nature
as Human Rises the
Occasion of LiVinG to
More than Words but LoSinG
one’s Nature may be NewFound
iN A Focus of the Written Word as
Guideposts to ReGaiN LoVE oF NATuRE
iN HoLY And SaCrED FLesH and BLooD WHeRE
WHaT iS Written Becomes what is Full of Meaning
And Purpose ReBoRN as FLeSH and BLooD NaTURE oNE
as us and
for me at least
it’s worth noting that
i too spent 66 months then
in the Dead Zone Stuck ‘tween
Ears of Pain and Numb for the first
33 Months of that with Words as Guideposts
that became a Path out of Hell back to Nature as
Heaven enough then.. it’s true too much worry kills
and not enough can and will make us fat and lazy sitting
still on
Keyboards
too.. but words
can and will be the
liNks that BRinG oUR SPiRiT
oF HeaRT as SoUL BacK ALiVE
iN MiND and BoDY BaLanCinG Ways
And i guess iT took about the same period
of time for you set yourself free back in your flesh
and blood too.. my FriEnd gigoid Surely worth at least
one Cohen and Pentatonix Hallelujah as for sure it is
A Flesh and Blood heaR that may Rise from Hell to somewhere
close to the Path of HeaVen MoRE.. wHeRE once AGaIN A Rose
covers Flesh
and Blood
FLoWeRinG
as LoVE oF LiFE NoW
Nature beYond any word
aS God eXcept Freedom WiTHIN
to Give and Share in Flesh and Blood Even more now..
so true.. how fortunate are we to not only give and share
A Dance of Life but a SonG When A Dance LeaveS ouR Flesh of FReED..:)
“Appearances often are deceiving.”
~~ Aesop (620-560 B.C.) ~~
Particularly When A Word BeCoMeS
Flesh And Vice Versa ReaL noW too
“Dreaming permits each and everyone of us
to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.”
~~ Charles William Dement ~~
Do iT aWake
LiVE A DReAM
CraZY iS ReaL..;)
“One does what one is;
one becomes what one does.”
~~ Robert Musil, c. 1930 ~~
JusT Do ADD NoW
“Men are used as they use others.”
~~ Pilpay (or Bidpai), “The King who became Just’, Chap. ii, Fable ix ~~
Nature
Consumes
Nature
Consumes
Nature
“The most important thing
that parents can teach their children
is how to get along without them.”
~~ Frank A. Clark ~~
But what about Love..:)
“I like reality. It tastes of bread.”
~~ Jean Anouilh ~~
And Water Tastes oF
BLooD FoR WaTeR
RiVeRS
WaVeS
FLoWS
iN
Our VeiNS
OCeaN WHoLE..:)
“It matters not how long you live, but how well.”
~~ Publius Syrus, Maxim 829 ~~
Hehe.. that’s why i don’t stick with all lower case..;)
“To fear love is to fear life,
and those who fear life are already three parts dead.”
~~ Bertrand Russell,” Marriage and Morals” ~~
SM without ART
is Truly
JusT
S
and
M DeaD ALiVE
“It is good to live and learn.”
~~ Miguel de Cervantes, “Don Quixote”, Part ii, Book iii, Chap. xxxii ~~
AnD iT’s Best to
Art aT lEast 60
PeRCenT
aS SMart
heART NoW
NeVeR LoSiNG
A ReaLiTY THaT
eARTh iS 60 PerCenT ART too
AcKNoWLeDGiNG
Herstory
aS WeLL
As History
WiTHIN aS
BaLanCE
OCeAN
WHoLEMoRENoW2..:)
I might take the train. It sounds like a post at my place, which has been so neglected I doubt the roaches would read the post, provided they have not all starved.
I wonder what Dement’s night routine is. Seems my dreams of late have been safe, sage locales I would love to venture during consciousness.
I need to pass on the poem commentary, as the angst at the beginning, so indicative of youth, is a touch overwhelming today.
Clark should be required reading for all potential parents.
Syrus and I have chanted that far too many times as is prudent. Unfortunately, cloth ears are difficult to penetrate.
Why oh why did Bertrand name a book with a title to ensure no one who needs to read it, or would appreciate it in its entirety, would pick it up?
xxx