Pythagoreans, screaming in unison….

Ffolkes,

“For neither men nor angel can discern hypocrisy
– the only evil that walks invisible.”

~~ Milton, “Paradise Lost”, iii:682-684 ~~

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Sunrise near Greenock, Scotland….

I cannot seem to figure out why it’s taking me so long to achieve a daily rhythm on this blog; moreover, I can’t seem to work up much angst over it, either. I’m also not sure why I can’t figure out why, which brings me right back into the endless loop of silliness that’s been chasing around my head for a couple weeks now. I’m beginning to think trying to come back wasn’t in my best interests, as it all seems so pointless. But, for the nonce, I have committed to it, if only in my own fantasy, so, I’m left with little choice but to keep at it until it’s done, again….

Of course, that pre-supposes there will be something in my head worth writing down when the time comes, which, as is perfectly clear by now, is a supposition without corroborating evidence of possibility. I’m lucky I’ve found what you see, I think, because I don’t see much of anything more laying about; my head seems to be leaking faster than I can type, & I’m very close to the literary equivalent of “fainting in coils”, or some such other nonsense. To prevent any toxic build-up, that can lead to explosions of vitriol & bile, let’s go see what I have cobbled together, & try again some other day…. That, in & of itself is easy enough…. I just have to do this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Virtue is not hereditary.”

~~ Thomas Paine ~~

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Today’s musical selection combines my two favorite types of music, to wit: classical guitar music. Also, if one wishes to listen to music at all, why not go for the best available? Hence this compilation of the works of Andres Segovia, acknowledged by many as the consummate master of the genre. I hope you enjoy it as much as do I….

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I remember well the night I wrote this poem…. ‘Twas near the beginning of most of a year spent in & out of Hell, as I fought with the AMA, and Big Pharma, to rid myself of the opioid addiction to which they had so blithely subjected me to in their ignorance and greed. It speaks, in metaphor, both obscurely AND plainly, of the pain & misery which can be the ONLY result of trying to get free of it…. It got worse, and helped produce, in its own malignant fashion, further instances of poetry, as my tortured mind & body fought for survival…. I hope y’all enjoy it, non-pretty as it may be….

Dead Hands,Typing…

Puzzled anew by anomalous blocks of pain
caught, bemused, chained to routine, insane.
Stilled within breathless beauty
Engaging epiphany, insistent, called to duty.

Knees bent in lieu of a faithful rendition
suffuses, confuses, locked into stale perdition.
Clearing corrosion with hands encased in stone
Singular frozen follicles, masked by bone.

Partial focus brings unfiltered flavors to light
coloring each particle in simple delight.
Forlorn, novel conceptual artists singing in tune
nine notes in harmony, soft as the moon.

Honed blades of carbon steel flash in rhyme,
filling sensual receptors well past closing time.
Borrowed from neighbors in a week-old game
still bloody, without a proper name.

No flooded memories can justify such cost
no simple stationery, bilious, afraid, lost.
Ten times ten will never be enough
To fill so empty a stolen trough.

Bartering simplicity takes well into the night
solidly temporary pillars turned bright.
Unknown to all the pretty children who came
none were called, none had any remaining flame.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/25/2015

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Naked Pearls

Many paths, one destination….

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“There are things that are known, and things unknown,
and in between are the doors of perception.”

~~ Aldous Huxley, “The Doors of Perception” ~~

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“Being right too soon is socially unacceptable.”

~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

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“Insofar as love expresses itself,
it is not expressing itself in terms of socially approved manners of life.
That’s why it is all so secret.
Love has nothing to do with social order.
It is a higher spiritual experience than that of socially organized marriage.”

~~ Joseph Campbell ~~

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“In any weather, at any hour of the day or night,
I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too;
to stand on the meeting of two eternity’s, the past and the future,
which is precisely the present moment; to toe at that line.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“There’s plenty of pain here – but it don’t kill.
There’s plenty of suffering here, but it don’t last.
You see, happiness ain’t a thing in itself
– it’s only a contrast with something that ain’t pleasant.”

~~ Mark Twain, “Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven” ~~

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“If we are not stupid or insincere when we say
that the good or ill of man lies within his own will,
and that all beside is nothing to us,
why are we still troubled?”

~~ Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Discourses, Book i, Chap. xxv ~~

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“He said, “Dance for me” and he said,
“You are too beautiful for the wind
To pick at, or the sun to burn.” He said,
“I’m a poor tattered thing, but not unkind
To the sad dancer and the dancing dead.”

— Sidney Keyes, “Four Postures of Death”

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There you have it, ffolkes. I’ve done all the damage I can do in one sitting, so, I’ll just take my leave, with the usual caveat, to wit: I’ll be back to try this again, apparently in two days, if recent history is any indication. Whatever happens, y’all be well, happy as you may be, and keep to the strange….

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

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À bientôt, mon cherí….

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4 thoughts on “Pythagoreans, screaming in unison….

  1. “For neither men nor angel can discern hypocrisy
    – the only evil that walks invisible.”

    ~~ Milton, “Paradise Lost”, iii:682-684 ~~

    Hmm.. With A Pejorative oF Light Bringer What Da Ya Expect.. Milton..;)

    “Virtue is not hereditary.”

    ~~ Thomas Paine ~~

    Except for A Smile or a Frown on A Baby’s Face alone

    “There are things that are known, and things unknown,
    and in between are the doors of perception.”

    ~~ Aldous Huxley, “The Doors of Perception” ~~

    That Differs From Human to Human known and unknown
    to Each oTHeR And Self too Still Coming to Arise From Be.

    “Being right too soon is socially unacceptable.”

    ~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

    UnleSS One iS An Expected ‘Computer’..;)

    “Insofar as love expresses itself,
    it is not expressing itself in terms of socially approved manners of life.
    That’s why it is all so secret.
    Love has nothing to do with social order.
    It is a higher spiritual experience than that of socially organized marriage.”

    ~~ Joseph Campbell ~~

    As Science Shows Mechanical Cognition Does
    Repress All Stuff Associated With
    Feeling Sensing Love..:)

    “In any weather, at any hour of the day or night,
    I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too;
    to stand on the meeting of two eternity’s, the past and the future,
    which is precisely the present moment; to toe at that line.”

    ~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

    Now Is Only Forever Deep As Feel and Sense Be NoW

    “There’s plenty of pain here – but it don’t kill.
    There’s plenty of suffering here, but it don’t last.
    You see, happiness ain’t a thing in itself
    – it’s only a contrast with something that ain’t pleasant.”

    ~~ Mark Twain, “Captain Stormfield’s Visit to Heaven” ~~

    Equality Of Outcome Quality Assurance Birth And Death We Do..:)

    “If we are not stupid or insincere when we say
    that the good or ill of man lies within his own will,
    and that all beside is nothing to us,
    why are we still troubled?”

    ~~ Epictetus (c. 60 AD) — Discourses, Book i, Chap. xxv ~~

    For as Science Shows Will of Neo-Cortex is Slave
    to Heart and Reptile Brains at Core

    “He said, “Dance for me” and he said,
    “You are too beautiful for the wind
    To pick at, or the sun to burn.” He said,
    “I’m a poor tattered thing, but not unkind
    To the sad dancer and the dancing dead.”

    — Sidney Keyes, “Four Postures of Death”

    FLoWeRS Dance
    THorns Sing
    Roses
    Fall
    Sand BRinGS LoVE..:)

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