Softly altering the edges of reality….

Ffolkes,

“Water go down the hole…”

~~ Baby Plucky. ~~

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Meditation on the Bay….

Hajime…. My usual routine for posting a Pearl comes with an arbitrary deadline, of 0600, a time I chose back in the early days, when sleep was an uncommon event. Since achieving a degree of physical stability, meaning I could sleep more regularly, I’ve kept it at the same time, to give myself a target at which to shoot. Today, I missed the target by a wide margin, thanks to my sleep being thoroughly disrupted by my resident furry extortionist, who wanted to play all fucking night, without any consideration for what I may have wanted…. The upshot is, I am up late, and in a foul mood, neither of which bodes well for being able to write with any panache, or, for that matter, comprehensibility. Hell, it’s all I can do to keep from tearing my hair out, & I don’t have much of it left…

Fortunately, I had already finished most of today’s mess, so, I’ll merely curtail any impulse to attempt to overcome my handicaps, and put aside any unwarranted desire to furnish this with any foolish attempts at wit or erudition. Instead, I’ll make this the final introductory paragraph, and try to go with what little flow I can find. To do so is, also fortunately, relatively simple; all I need to do is this….

Shall we Pearl?….

“If at first you doubt, doubt again.”

~~ William Bennett ~~

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Lucy

Lucy Spraggan

Image from belfastvibe.com via Google Images

While on my recent binge of watching talent shows on You Tube, I heard this young woman audition for Britain’s Got Talent, wherein she played a song she wrote, called “Tea and Toast”. It was, to say the least, a great audition, for she played her guitar & sang with a unique style, as well as lyrics that displayed wit and insight. I then visited her website, where I found she had released an album, and a short four-song CD, both of which I bought. All her songs are fresh, lyrical in a unique way, and delightfully witty. I think one day, fairly soon, she’ll be commonly known as one of music’s brightest new stars…. I hope you enjoy listening to her as much as I do….

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Lucy Spraggan

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Ah Ain’t Sho, but Mebbe So….

Fried eggs got nuthin’ on me
Ah’m not even sure of mah name,
or how Ah come to be;
no idea from where Ah came.

Ah does like a mystery tho’,
puzzlin’ things out so’s Ah knows,
good from bad fo sho,
Ah sho don’t want no rock pillows.

If’n Ah cain’t figure out what’s best,
Ah just falls back on mah Daddy’s words,
seems he knowed just whut’d stand the test,
‘n how to gentle the scaredest birds.

‘Course, he’d lived a good long time,
‘n had lots of stuff go on by;
Went to a war, n’ lost a piece or two,
never once used it fer an alibi.

He tol’ me once Ah’d best learn to learn,
school’s only cool if ya ain’t already a fool.
Yer own good measure you can earn,
by startin’ yer learnin’ with the Golden Rule.

Always seemed to me as Ah growed up,
he mostly only spoke if it wuz true,
‘n by doin’ that clued me to what’s up,
kept me from stuff that’d a made me blue.

Without ever sayin’ the word itself,
Ah learned ’bout honor, ‘n helpin’ others
not some fake stuff from some shelf,
but, knowin’ whut’s right, ‘n that we’re all brothers.

Ah’ve been around long enough now, Ah think
to get around the block at least two times.
I s’pose long as my head don’t shrink
Ah’ll keep on doin’ right, ‘n makin’ these rhymes…..

~~ gigoid ~~

4/6/2013

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Naked Pearls

There and back again….

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“It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“I’ve wrestled with reality for 35 years,
and I’m happy, Doctor, I finally won out over it.”

~~ Jimmy Stewart in Harvey, 1950. ~~

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“Madness need not be all breakdown.
It may also be breakthrough.
It is potential liberation and renewal…”

~~ R.D. Laing ~~

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“One kernel is felt in a hogshead;
one drop of water helps to swell the ocean;
a spark of fire helps to give light to the world.
None are too small, too feeble, too poor to be of service.
Think of this and act.”

~~ Hannah More ~~

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“Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go;
it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.”

~~ Alice M. Swaim ~~

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“Count your age by friends not years, and count your life by smiles, not tears.”

~~ John Lennon ~~

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“It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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Okay, that’s all I’ve got. It’s better than I’d hoped, for I managed to keep from pounding my keyboard into dust. The effort did cost me a lot, as I found myself having to restrain my homicidal, or, in this case, felinicidal impulses, so as to remember where all the keys were. But, it’s done, so, rather than dwell upon the past, I’ll go post it, & hope for the best. I hope your day starts better than did mine; perhaps the music, and the poetry, or maybe the pearls will help in that. If so, I am content, & I think that’s the best I can hope for today. Since that’s so, I’m outta here, before it all falls down… See ya, ffolkes… be well & stay alert….

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….


					

Firmly, yet, politely declined….

Ffolkes,

“When something irritates you, think of this:
How else would we get pearls?”

~~ Ancient Human Wisdom ~~

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Iconic view of SF from the Ferry….

Hajime…. Of the muses imagined by the Greeks, Calliope is considered by most to be the foremost of the nine sisters. She is the muse of epic poetry, which, given human nature, represents, essentially, the written word, as a manifestation of human thought. Her sister Euterpe, mentioned below, has always, for me, been the muse to whom we connect most often, as the music of life, and dance, and lyric poetry flows through us like water through a channel. The times in my life when I have felt closest to Universal Truth have come most often while playing music, or singing, or dancing; at those moments, the music IS me… and the sense of completeness is ecstatic, a feeling of being more alive than any other time, lasting well after the music stops….

Channeling Calliope, while more cerebral, can nonetheless produce the same effect, if far less often. There can be moments, when a truth comes clear, or we write a phrase that rings with truth, flowing from mind to paper/screen, which can produce a quite similar effect, less dramatic, but, just as satisfying…. When a poem leaks out, the sense of release, and the sense of joy, vie for ascendancy with absolute good humor; we can only wish it would last longer…..

All that being said, we now move to today’s Pearl. It’s a good one, I think, though the poem which I’ve been leaking for two weeks now doesn’t seem to want to end itself; to balance the disappointment, the music for today is one of my personal favorites. Additionally, the final section’s old-school pearl is a classic set of gems, which you will see exceeds all standards of excellence…. metaphorically, of course. I’ve included one of my older poems, another favorite, so as to keep anyone else from garnering any of the potential blame. All in all, it’s rather iconic, as Pearls go, & I’m more than content to post it forthwith. In fact, why don’t we end this relatively useless diatribe, & get on with it? Since I have no coherent answer for that, we shall do so, here, and now….

Shall we Pearl?….

“Good for the body is the work of the body,
and good for the soul is the work of the soul,
and good for either
is the work of the other.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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In ancient Greece, Euterpe was the muse of music, songs, and lyric poetry. In our own age, if ever a woman lived who personified Her, Bonnie Raitt must surely be considered as a primary candidate. Ageless beauty, a voice capable of evoking every emotion, including jaw-dropping amazement, a virtuoso guitar player, famous for her smooth blues and slide riffs, all contribute to the image, and reality, of a woman who lives for, and is a part of, the musical essence of Life… It’s hard NOT to gush enthusiastically, so, to refrain from any further fawning adoration, I give you Ms. Bonnie Raitt, live, at her best….

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Bonnie Raitt
Live in Germany 1992

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Comedy_Tragedy

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 ~~

2/25/2016

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Naked Pearls

Life is a Metaphor for Death….

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“Dear friend, all theory is gray,
And green the golden tree of life.”

~~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, “Faust”

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A wise man once said …”I don’t know.”

~~ Subtle Bee ~~

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“Inside myself is a place where I live all alone,
and that’s where you renew your springs that never dry up.”

~~ Pearl S. Buck ~~

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“I remember my grandfather telling me how each of us must live
with a full measure of loneliness that is inescapable,
and we must not destroy ourselves with our passion to escape this aloneness.”

~~ Jim Harrison, “Dalua” ~~

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“After you have exhausted what there is
in business, politics, conviviality, and so on
– have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear
– what remains?
Nature remains.”

~~ Walt Whitman ~~

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“Some things cannot be spoken or discovered until we have been stuck,
incapacitated, or blown off course for awhile.
Plain sailing is pleasant,
buy you are not going to explore many unknown realms that way.”

~~ David Whyte ~~

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“It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person,
“Always do what you are afraid to do.””

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else,
you will have succeeded.”

~~ Maya Angelou ~~

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“Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.”

~~ Amelia Burr ~~

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Having, in a sense, filled in all the spaces, I shall pronounce this Pearl complete, so as to bring it to a fitting close. Of course, classifying it as ‘fitting’ may be premature, or, at minimum, optimistic, but, hey, it’s all good, cuz nobody’s paying me for this. In fact, having thus proclaimed this process to be, in essence, futility on parade, I shall, with rather more aplomb than is called for, cease and desist for another day. Y’all stay strange; me, I have no choice in the matter…. See y’all, maybe even tomorrow….

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….


					

Dangerous yearnings….

Ffolkes,

“Murder is always a mistake….
One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner.”

~~ Oscar Wilde ~~

profuse color

Midsummer colors….

Hajime…. Though I know ‘hope’ to be, in general, a denial of reality, I still allowed myself to entertain some, investing it in my wish to write a most excellent Pearl, including a bright, catchy, and compelling intro section. As usual, ‘hope’ fails the test of time, & while all the elements of a decent piece of work are present, the bright, compelling part has shown  itself to be rather problematic. This, of course, is a natural function of my brain, to find even the simplest of tasks problematic; I can’t be positive, but, it’s a pretty sure bet it’s my own fault…. I mean, given my history, (I AM a human…), and my  inclinations, (curmudgeon-in-training….), whom else can I blame?….

Still, I guess I can be content with having completed it, at all; my recent lack of consistency, while unsurprising after so much time, still manages to cause me a bit of unwanted and unfamiliar guilt, which, having completed today’s task in a relatively timely, if uncomfortably rushed fashion, can be dismissed as misguided, for today, anyway. As for tomorrow, well, I AM old enough to know better than to place much faith or hope in THAT; after all, as we all know, tomorrow may never come, right? Right. So, we’ll regard that as a fait accompli, which if you think about it, is a pretty neat trick….

What? That last reference is unclear? SIGH…. It must be the extra scoop of coffee I put in the basket this morning; got me typing nearly as fast as I’m thinking. That’s always a confusing thing when one starts discussing matters of time; past, present, future are all rather uniquely related, in a very real way, & our imagination, while a powerful tool, usually isn’t up to the task of keeping them all in their appropriate places, actually believing it has the power to do so in reality, as well as in the mind…. Silly humans. Ah, well, don’t fret; it’ll all be clear eventually, & if not, well, it will give you something to chew over in those quiet moments….

As for me/us, & today’s Pearl, well, we’ll practice what we preach, & get on with it, any time now. In fact, isn’t that our signal? Yes, yes it is, and, look! We’ve already been cleared for landing, or, take-off…. It’s our choice, & I promise, we’ll make it as random as we can….

Shall we Pearl?….

“The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone.”

~~ Henrik Ibsen, “An Enemy of the People”, 1882 ~~

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Today’s music is one of our default selections, used when I can’t think of anything else, & time is short. Go figure, eh? It’s well worth a listen, and even more worth donating a small bit of gelt, to an organization that works for peace through music…. Enjoy!….

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Playing For Change
Ripple

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Comedy_Tragedy

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

Um… Isn’t it obvious?….

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“When we look at a rock
what we are seeing is not the rock,
but the effect of the rock upon us.”

~~ Bertrand Russell ~~

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“When it’s dark enough you can see the stars.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“Down in their hearts, wise men know this truth:
the only way to help yourself is to help others.”

~~ Elbert Hubbard ~~

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“How many cares one loses
when one decides not to be something
but to be someone.”

~~ Coco Chanel ~~

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“Big, undreamed-of things.
The people on the edge see them first.”

~~ Kurt Vonnegut Jr ~~

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“The real voyage of discovery
consists not in seeking new lands,
but in seeing with new eyes.”

~~ Marcel Proust ~~

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“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture,
or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful;
but it is far more glorious to carve and paint
the very atmosphere and medium through which we look,
which morally we can do.
To affect the quality of the day,
that is the highest of arts.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Where I Live”

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I’m fairly certain there are any number of appropriate techniques for ending today’s outburst, but, since I can’t think of any of them, how about I just say, see ya, ffolkes? Hey, it’s always good to try something new, especially when it offers the possibility of getting out of this intact. In that spirit, y’all stay stay alert, & I’ll see ya on the flip side….

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….


					

Elemental key lime pie….

Ffolkes,

“The deeds you do today may be the only sermon some people will hear today.”

~~ St. Francis of Assisi ~~

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Calico in sepia….

Hajime…. There is a little place in my head where ideas form; it seems to live between the state of full mindful consciousness and dreams, though the exact location remains mysterious, as it, like everything else, moves around a lot. Some days, I can find it easily, & the words flow like good wine at a bacchanal. Other days, of which today seems to be one, I can wander for what seems to be weeks in the empty hallways of the mansions of my mind without ever encountering even a whiff of fresh thought. When I sat to begin today, I had intended to discuss the process, but, as the hours, and days passed in my head, I realized such an intention would only make the gods laugh….

Finally, I gave up, as you see by the exposition which opens our missive. Not terribly compelling, but, honest. If there were any way, at this juncture, to go back & start over, I’d consider it well; since there doesn’t seem to be anything, in my head, or in the surrounding locus, that might offer such an opportunity, I may as well just get us down the page, where there is some great music, and an interesting group of rather inscrutable pearls, for y’all to chew on. It ain’t Ibsen, but, it’s art, I suppose. Y’all may, of course, make your own judgment on that, but, for now, it’s our story, & we’re sticking to it.

I don’t believe this horse is going to come back to life, so, I’ll quit beating on it, so we can get on with the rest of this mess. If I had any true compassion, I’d offer my apologies for this intro, but, I don’t. Not at this time of the morning, anyway. But, I do have my sense of ruthlessness, which has saved us many times in the past. That, of course, works like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“Bother!”, said Pooh, as time unraveled around him.

~~ Anonymous Bee ~~

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bonnie at ogwt 1976

While cruising old You Tube videos the other day, I came across this old recording from back in the day (1976, in this case), which gives a very clear idea of why I fell in love with this artist’s work, and have carried that torch for all the intervening years. The only reason she is not my favorite redhead in the world is because I know another one personally. She can’t sing, or play guitar like Bonnie, but, she’s even more talented, in her own way…. Bonnie, who plays and sings like an angel, always makes me smile, and sigh…. and dance….

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Bonnie Raitt
Old Grey Whistle Test
1976

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“All men are poets at heart.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

“All poets are mad.” — Robert Burton

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Ah Ain’t Sho, but Mebbe So….

Fried eggs got nuthin’ on me
Ah’m not even sure of mah name,
or how Ah come to be;
no idea from where Ah came.

Ah does like a mystery tho’,
puzzlin’ things out so’s Ah knows,
good from bad fo sho,
Ah sho don’t want no rock pillows.

If’n Ah cain’t figure out what’s best,
Ah just falls back on mah Daddy’s words,
seems he knowed just whut’d stand the test,
‘n how to gentle the scaredest birds.

‘Course, he’d lived a good long time,
‘n had lots of stuff go on by;
Went to a war, n’ lost a piece or two,
never once used it fer an alibi.

He tol’ me once Ah’d best learn to learn,
school’s only cool if ya ain’t already a fool.
Yer own good measure you can earn,
by startin’ yer learnin’ with the Golden Rule.

Always seemed to me as Ah growed up,
he mostly only spoke if it wuz true,
‘n by doin’ that clued me to what’s up,
kept me from stuff that’d a made me blue.

Without ever sayin’ the word itself,
Ah learned ’bout honor, ‘n helpin’ others
not some fake stuff from some shelf,
but, knowin’ whut’s right, ‘n that we’re all brothers.

Ah’ve been around long enough now, Ah think
to get around the block at least two times.
I s’pose long as my head don’t shrink
Ah’ll keep on doin’ right, ‘n makin’ these rhymes…..

~~ gigoid ~~

4/6/2013

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Naked Pearls

Yet Another Path….

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“All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.”

~~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace ~~

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“Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing,
of just going along,
listening to all the things you can’t hear,
and not bothering.”

~~ Pooh’s Little Instruction Book, inspired by A. A. Milne ~~

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“He who is unable to live in society,
or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself,
must be either a beast or a god.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Without the difficulty of being hemmed in,
the tree in the forest would not be forced to marshal its power
to grow toward the light.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.”

~~ Things We Can Learn From Dogs ~~

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“In human intercourse the tragedy begins,
not when there is misunderstanding about words,
but when silence is not understood.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“Heaven embraces the horizon.
No matter how jagged the profile, the sky faithfully conforms.”

~~ Deng Ming-Dao ~~

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“All men should strive to learn before they die
what they are running from, and to, and why.”

~~ James Thurber ~~

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“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.
But I do not approve.
And I am not resigned.”

~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Dirge Without Music” ~~

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Having fulfilled the minimum standards for a Pearl, I declare it done. So done, I can’t think of anything to say that would improve matters; in fact, it all feels like the slightest wrong move will bring it tumbling down around my ears. I’ll just end it here, quickly, & take my chances it will fly. Y’all have a good day out there in the BBR, as best you may. I’ll do the same, & maybe, tomorrow, we can do this again. Worth a shot, right? See ya….

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….

Big bites hold more flavor….

Ffolkes,

“Do not be too moral.
You may cheat yourself out of much of life.
So aim above morality.
Be not simply good;
be good for something.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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Aging beauty….

Hajime…. Things just got odder again. I’ve started, & stopped, & started this Pearl several times, until now, when I decided to go ahead & post what has been cobbled together in the dark hours of this morning, as my own inner journey continues to distract me from completing the process. Later, I intend to lock myself into the house, & complete a chosen task upon which I’ve bestowed my most excellent procrastination skills for too long. Until it’s done, I won’t be able to think of, or do anything else, so, there’s no point in even getting started, any more than I’ve already done.

For more than five years now, the process of creating these Pearls has kept me from the worst parts of dealing with my demons; self-therapy is always the most effective, for, who knows the patient better? But, of late, it seems more productive, and more therapeutic, to keep focused on Reality, or, as we like to call it, the Big Blue Room outside the room where the computer lives. Events there have assumed their more proper alignment, and relevance to my own life, than has been the case for a long time. Without going into details, I will just say, it’s about damn time….

I could be even more obscure, but, that’s probably good enough for what we intended; at any rate, it’s sufficient unto the day, for, my sense of deadline is rapidly gaining a strong grasp on my throat, & I’ll need to go soon to soothe its demands. To facilitate that, I’ll quit trying to seem as if I know what I’m doing, & get on with the rest of this mess, so I can go away, long enough to come back….

There. That should both confuse, and titillate; if not, I’m doing it wrong, & it’s way too late to start again. Rather than attempt any ill-advised repairs, I’ll just get on with the process of getting this posted. Perhaps, it’s for the best, for, we are all aware of the old adage, ‘begin as you mean to go on’…. No? Never heard that one, eh? Oh, well, I have, so, that’s what we’re gonna do. Moreover, we’re going to do it, now….

Shall we Pearl?

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne?”

~~ Robert Burns, “Auld Lang Syne” ~~

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Naturally, since I’m cobbling, today is a default day…. Enjoy, ffolkes; this is some great music…

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Playing For Change
Song Around The World
Imagine

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Comedy_Tragedy

Made from broken bricks and spit….

I could dodge a bullet train, easy,
if I could find one to dodge.
They aren’t so easy to find, you know
in so unloaded a station as this.

It isn’t like I don’t appreciate the effort;
it isn’t much of a goal anyway.
I only made it up that way to see
if anyone was listening to me.

I never know, you see,
behind all these electrons.
I can only wish for magic to exist;
it’s the only wish I have left.

Wishes make me think of horses.
Funny, huh?
Maybe by the end of this stanza
I’ll find a poem.

Nah.
But I don’t care anymore.
If I did,
it would sing
like the moon in November

Mightier than the sword
I take up my pen.
Oops.
Sword bought a gun.

Try NOT to laugh.

~~ gigoid ~~

11/26/2015

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Naked Pearls

Notes on process and program….

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“All good things are wild, and free.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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“How wonderful that we have met with a paradox.
Now we have some hope of making progress.”

~~ Niels Bohr ~~

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“Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.”

~~ Sir Isaac Newton ~~

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“Everyone who becomes conscious
of even a fraction of his unconscious
gets outside his own time and social stratum
into a kind of solitude.”

~~ Carl Jung ~~

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“Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.”

~~ Robert Browning — Paracelsus, Part v ~~

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“And never think about the past. No regrets, ever.”

~~ Robert Heinlein ~~

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Well, there you go. That, ffolkes, is not only all you get, it’s as good as it’s gonna get. I know, it’s foolish to make generalized statements so blithely, but, hey, it’s time to go, & it’s the best I’ve got. Go figure, eh? I’ll be back, ffolkes; maybe tomorrow, maybe not. But, back I will be, eventually. Until then, remain at peace, as much as you may….

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….

Bereft of all sensibility….

Ffolkes,

“Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth
that around every circle another can be drawn;
that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning,
and under every deep a lower deep opens.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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Perfectly imperfect, or, imperfectly perfect?

Hajime…. Given the late start today, (hidden in the sands of time, to prevent any possibility of derailment), this came out rather well. Good music, a brand new poem, of sorts, & a damn fine set of pearls for the old-school section, for my purpose, made it shine brighter than I usually see this time of day. Since there’s nothing more to add to it, I think I’ll be really, really ruthless today. What does that mean? Well, it means, just this….

Shall we Pearl?

“You cannot face it steadily, but this thing’s for sure,
That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.”

~~ T.S. Eliot ~~

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super session

A friend posted this album yesterday, so, I’m stealing it for today’s Pearl, as it’s also two things: One, it’s one of the best albums, ever. Second, it’s always been a favorite of mine. Works for me. Y’all enjoy, now, y’hear?….

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Bloomfield, Kooper, & Stills
Super Sessions

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Just The Way It Is….

The truth is, you know; it all exists,
just the way it is.
More , we are part of that.
Wow.

We humans mimic reality,
just the way it is.
A mirror of exquisite clarity,
we dance, laughing as we weep.

Born whole, knowing how,
just the way it is.
Distracted with trust, we learn,
to filter, to deny.

Opposites attract; why?
Just the way it is.
Nature comes in twos,
named zero, and, one.

Fate vies with choice;
just the way it is.
fate calls the game,
we cut the cards.

Belief cripples, doubt frees us;
just the way it is.
The first thing a principle does,
is kill someone.

It all falls apart, too;
just the way it is.
Entropy battles death
eternally moving, eternally still.

In reality, we always get a choice;
just the way it is.
Act, or not, as we perceive;
then pay the price.

Reality’s nature exists, in duality;
just the way it is.
Like it, or not,
pain and joy is just the way it is.

~~ gigoid ~~

4/28/2017

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Naked Pearls

Watch that last step….

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“Really to see the sun rise or go down every day…
would preserve us sane forever.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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“Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?”

~~ Kahlil Gibran ~~

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“A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.”

~~ Arthur Schopenhauer ~~

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“A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.”

~~ Hawthorne ~~

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“What is left when honour is lost?”

~~ Publius Syrus (42 BC) — Maxim 265 ~~

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“…and remember you’re a Man, not just god,
and for you there aren’t and never will be any easy answers,
only questions, and no reasons,
only causes, and no meaning,
only intelligence, and no destination
and no kindly magic smiling down from above,
and no fires to goad you from below,
only Yourself and the Universe and what you make
out of the interface between the two equals.”

~~ Keith Laumer, “Night of Delusions” ~~

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“Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn’t.”

~~ Sassy Bee ~~

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Well, there you have it; I don’t think, on short notice such as this, I can do it any better than that. Rather than test that assertion against reality, I’ll drop y’all here, like the proverbial hot starch. I will, however, be back, hopefully by tomorrow, with yet another attempt to get it right as right can be. Y’all be mindful, y’hear?….

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

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Telling curious tales, in situ….

Ffolkes,

“In’I no expect to be justified by the laws of men.”

~~ Bob Marley ~~

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Near sunset on SF Bay….

Hajime…. Today’s Pearl is another in a long line of oddnesses I’ve managed to engender over the years I’ve been doing this. It’s complete, in terms of the current formatting & content standards I’ve established, though it does tend to be a bit obscure in spots. That, I would guess, is nothing new for what one generally sees on this site. It’s also quite late, compared to when I usually get posted; that is simply due to my duties yesterday, while babysitting, having kept me from working on any of it until this morning, when I decided, yet again, not to worry about how much time it took, or how late it got posted…. The mere fact it is done, and will get posted, is the most exemplary part of its charm, if any can be claimed at all….

All that, having been said, to our usual lack of concrete purpose, ‘twould, no doubt, behoove me to do what is needed to just “do it”. Far be it from me to deny the critical implications of using the word “behoove”; we’ll just pull up our pants, roll up our sleeves, set our faces with grim resolve, & get it done, just as if that were the original plan. Who’s gonna know, right? Only me, & I ain’t tellin’…. I am, however, finding it easier every time I use it to employ the ruthlessness I’ve developed in truncating this intro section of late. Today, that looks like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“To live only for some future goal is shallow.
It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.”

~~ Robert M. Pirsig, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” ~~

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Cream ~~ 2005, Royal Albert Hall Reunion

Whenever I’m in a ‘mood’, I seem to turn to old rock & roll for soothing. Since the concerts this group put on in 2005 for their reunion contained some of the very best live performances ever seen on a stage, it ends up on my speakers a lot. I figured, since I definitely am in the proper ‘mood’, why not? And, indeed, why not listen to the best?….. Enjoy, ffolkes; if you know anything about musicianship, you’ll enjoy this….

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Cream ~ Live Reunion
2005

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Neurons/Parade Rest

Forlorn, he thought, but, then,
no, not really so.
Old, sad, strong; polluted by time’s red pen.
Nowhere left, to be, nor to go.

Tricks, not treats, forever remote,
strike fear into hearts fettered in fog.
Biting deep, stinging, we simper by common rote,
mired eternally in such bilious bog.

Torturous vision, bloody, capitulates in duplicate;
don’t ask for whom the spell trolls.
Ambiguity is real, impossible to extricate,
that’s how it rocks, then rolls.

Spiteful instruments offer no respite, patently.
Filigree lacks properly significant doubt.
Alternative answers formulate motivation, elegantly,
portraying reality as a vulgar lout.

Poltroons, there’s a good word,
for idiotic farmers, enthusiasts who borrow
time, filled with the blood of a bird;
solitary, the trickster cannot follow.

Affable moments trip the light, fantastic;
salacious intimacies fill a shimmering bower.
Night falls, eventually, monastic;
eternity calls with irresistible power.

~~ gigoid ~~

8/11 – 8/15/2016

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Naked Pearls

Notes on Life at Large….

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“Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right actions arises by itself?”

~~ Lao Tzu ~~

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“Happiness depends upon ourselves.”

~~ Aristotle ~~

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“Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.”

~~T. S. Eliot ~~

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“Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.”

~~ Albert Camus ~~

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

~~ Voltaire ~~

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“Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed,
and in such desperate enterprises?
If a man does not keep pace with his companions,
perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.
Let him step to the music which he hears,
however measured or far away.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Walden” ~~

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“There are worlds out there
where the sky is burning and the sea’s asleep and the rivers dream;
people made of smoke and cities made of song.
Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice,
somewhere else the tea’s getting cold.
Come on Ace, we’ve got work to do…”

~~ The Doctor, “Survival” [Last lines of last episode] ~~

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I’m not sure if this isn’t the latest I’ve posted a Pearl, ever; if not, it’s damn close to it. Which, of course, means nothing, in the larger picture; it just means I have a choice. I can end it here, and, now, with some aplomb. Or, I can draw it out for some time longer with some of the bullshit I keep handy. Since I’m in a “mood”, (not always a bad thing; today’s version isn’t particularly negative, just ‘odd’…. if that word still has any meaning around here….), I’ll choose the former, mainly because I can then apply the word ‘aplomb’ to myself. That’s enough incentive for anyone, I’d say. Works for me, anyway. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes, as long as reality refrains from getting too fractious…..

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

Kowabunga!

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Steam is just excited water….

Ffolkes,

“There is only one blasphemy, and that is the refusal to experience joy.”

~~ Paul Rudnick~~

shadow

Shadowy figure seen near library….

Hajime…. ‘Tis indeed a sad thought with which I begin the day, though, as is common, it didn’t begin that way. As I looked at the picture I chose to adorn the first position for today, I realized it is a perfect metaphor, a visual representation of the third query in the Riddle of the Phoenix. My sadness is not the realization I have reached that milestone in my life, but, that there are so few people left in today’s world that will know whereof I speak by identifying it as such. A couple of y’all will, I’m sure, pick it up right away; a few others will, no doubt, get it after a moment’s search of their memory for the referenced riddle. But, the majority of people in the world today won’t know, at all, what the hell I’m talking about…. Well, maybe with a little help from Google….

Oh, well; it’s way too early to go any further along that path, especially when the path I need to walk right now leads us elsewhere. I’ve managed, in my madness, to put together a Pearl for today, though I cannot say exactly how it came to be; it’s all a bloody blur, as I threw it together in rather a hurried fashion, having arisen a bit late, & found SB to be in another snit. With the application of a bit of ruthlessness in making choices, and more than a little bit of threatening behavior toward software, it all came together, in spite of some active campaigning by a cat for her share of my time. The life of a blogger is a strange and wondrous thing, it’s clear….

Since it is done, I guess I’ll continue the ruthlessness, & go get it posted. In order to accomplish that, I suppose bringing this intro to a close assumes a more critical aspect; funny how that works, isn’t it? I’ll just reach over here, into this convenient drawer, where I know I’ll find just the right method to get that done with dispatch…. Why, look! It’s exactly the technique we need! Fancy that! Because three exclamation points in a row is quite enough for anyone, I’ll go ahead, & use this now. Don’t blink, or, you’ll miss it….

Shall we Pearl?

“Are people more important than the grizzly bear?
Only from the point of view of some people.”

~~ Edward Abbey ~~

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Playing For Change

Since you see the logo, you’ll realize, naturally, we’re going default again…. Today, we’ll start with a Song Around the World, featuring a number of anonymous street performers, along with some rather familiar, more famous faces, singing a Grateful Dead tune, the simple, beautiful “Ripple”….. Enjoy!….

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Song Around The World
Ripple

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Increments

Meaning fades to distant reality
while gazing at such triviality.
An insane world, where utter finality
is reward for disability.

Metaphorically, as a matter of course.

Moment to moment, passion blooms,
swells, and fades, swept by new brooms.
Bitter dreams catch fire in empty rooms,
waiting for broken time, which never resumes.

Superficially, with great force.

Dire wolves stand snarling at the door
called to existence from a distant moor;
discordant strains sound a mad, sad roar,
a dirge for those who went before.

Morbidly, without vital recourse.

Honest effort fades from human ken
until entropy finds home in every when.
Illusory fear inundates imagination, then
buries hope, in its own ashes, hidden.

Cruelly, absolutely no remorse.

Silence falls until it shatters the night.
The universe has refused the fight.
Illusion is now reality, such a fey sight.
Who has courage to live in the light?

Really? It could be worse.

~~ gigoid ~~

2/15/2016

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Naked Pearls

Five steps on the path….

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The purpose is to identify not with the body which is falling away
but with the consciousness of which it is a vehicle.
This is something I learned from my myths.
Am I the bulb that carries the light,
or am I the light of which the bulb is the vehicle?
If you can identify with consciousness,
you can watch this thing go like an old car.
There goes a fender, etc.
But it’s expected; and then gradually the whole thing drops off
and consciousness rejoins consciousness.
I live with these myths — and they tell me to do this,
to identify with the Christ or the Shiva in me.
And that doesn’t die, it resurrects.
It is an essential experience of any mystical realization
that you die in your flesh and are born to your spirit.
You identify with the consciousness in life — and that is the god.”

~~ Joseph Campbell ~~

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“There’s a bit of magic in everything, and some loss to even things out.”

~~ Lou Reed, “Magic and Loss” ~~

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“For a man needs only to be turned around
not once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost….
Not til we are lost…. do we begin to find ourselves.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Walden” ~~

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“I’m going to happydance among the stars and wear my stripes anyway I want to.”

~~ Stripes the tiger ~~

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“I see my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things –
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold –
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.
Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow
Lay hidden in that small slate-coloured thing!”

~~ William Butler Yeats, “Fergus and the Druid” ~~

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Y’know? It’s harder than it seems to type with a cat in your face. Leelu wants her morning cuddle, so, I’m done here; the rules of having a familiar do take precedence, as some of y’all know. Today, I hope to make it by a few blogs, but, can’t make any promises; the BBR seems to keep interrupting my solitude with demands for participation. But, in spite of the futility of hope, I do feel some, which, if nothing else, raises the odds it might happen. In any case, I’ll be back again soon, to try this again. One of these days, I’m going to get it right, you wait, and see….. Ta, then, luvs….

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….

The low-down on the high notes….

Ffolkes,

“The Golden Rule is of no use to you whatever
unless you realize it is your move.”

~~ Frank Crane ~~

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Looking south from La Bufadora, Ensenada, Baja Mexico

Hajime…. Between the events which took place out in the Big Blue Room over the last few days, and the contortions and incidences of discomfort my healing body provided for my consideration over the same period, I’ve been mostly unable to write, or even to read much, especially on the Net. Yesterday, I spent about 12 hours with my abdominal organs wiggling, gurgling, & generally having a high old time giving me fits, while cleansing itself, purging a lot of unwanted material, and, apparently, repairing decades of ill-function, in one swell foop. After the discomfort passed, I felt, relatively, great, just long enough to get some sleep. A long, difficult day, but, encouraging in the results….

I hope that was delicately enough put to spare anyone any distasteful imagery; it’s harder than it looks to impart the sense and feel of such matters, without going into basic descriptions which can get a bit graphic in nature. Rather than dwell on such things, I suggest we just take what there is so far, and go on to other matters, more relevant to our avowed purpose here, which is to sublimate my own inner urges, and to provide y’all with a few moments of entertainment, or, at minimum, distraction. Since I never worry about whether or not we actually achieve that purpose, (why torture myself?…), this means we can go on to the meat of today’s post without any residual guilt. Well, I can; y’all, as ever, are on your own.

Not that I don’t care; I just don’t care. But, that’s another story, & this intro is already wandering further from its intended path than planned. This, of course, is the usual result when I start blathering about current events, while attempting to maintain a bit of tact. Not an easy task, I admit, but, if I don’t do it, who will? I’m the only one here, aside from a periodically intrusive feline familiar; since she refuses to even consider using the keyboard to communicate, it falls to me. Go figure, eh?

It’s been too long, I think, since the last fresh Pearl; I don’t feel as if I’m quite getting the tone, or the incisive feel I want for a solid intro. Ah, well, chalk it up to lack of practice, & we’ll go on, just as if it was acceptable. Otherwise, there’s no telling when this will get posted. To save us any further embarrassment, I’m going to employ one of our usual methods of forcing the issue, to wit: the drop back five yards & punt technique, which happens to look like this….

Shall we Pearl?

“If I repent of any thing, it is very likely to be my good behavior.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau ~~

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I have been working on a long rant, which keeps growing with time, but, has never, yet, reached a point where it can be finished. SIGH…. To sublimate the urge, I’m posting this photo, which contains what I consider the guiding philosophy of my life, as taught to me, and my brothers, without any words used, by my own father…. How, you may ask, did he manage that? Easy. He lived by these rules, and let us watch…. You cannot do any better than this to help a young boy become a Man….

rules of a gentleman

 

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Though I am in somewhat better shape than any time in the recent past, I’m still not at top form. Today, this means we go with one of our two default choices for music, with some soothing classical tunes, chosen, as always, for the picture which caught my eyes while perusing the choices…. Enjoy!…

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As an explanation/excuse for seeing my own poetry so often of late, I offer the simple fact of my condition, which prevents a great deal of research and/or reading I might otherwise do to find something new or different; using my own past efforts saves me that time. Today, this one merely gives a notion of how the last few days have passed for me, so, I’m going with it, for the reasons cited…. I do hope you enjoy it, nonetheless….

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 ~~

2/25/2016

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Naked Pearls

Stuff worth remembering….

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“Bring all you got.”

~~ Bob Gibson ~~

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“The chain that can be yanked is not the cosmic chain.”

~~ Cal Keegan ~~

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“Life is pleasant.
Death is peaceful.
It’s the transition that’s troublesome.”

~~ Isaac Asimov ~~

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“Deeds, not words shall speak me.”

~~ John Fletcher ~~

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“If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.”

~~ Kindly Bee ~~

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“One cool judgment is worth a thousand hasty counsels.
The thing to do is to supply light and not heat.”

~~ Woodrow Wilson ~~

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“Have a great morning, and remember: if you don’t like the news,
go out and make some of your own.”

~~ “Scoop” Nisker, KFOG radio reporter, Preposterous Words ~~

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I have to say, this is one of the odder Pearls I’ve ever put together. Not surprising, to be frank, given it was created in pieces, at a number of various times over the past four days. In fact, it’s a small wonder it came together, at all. As it did, I’m going to take the money & run, far and fast. Well, as far, and as fast as I am currently able; I can’t honestly say that’s very far, or very fast. But, you get the idea. On that rather abrupt note, I shall take my leave, with the usual caveat, to wit; I will be back to do this again. Given the changing state of reality at all times, and the particularly uncertain state in which it currently exists, I’ll forgo predicting how long it will be; I’ll shoot for tomorrow, but, without promising to make it happen by then. In any case, we’re done today, and we’ll be back. That’s about as firm as I can be; so be it. Be strange, ffolkes; the alternative is unthinkable….

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….

Unreasonable degrees of irony….

Ffolkes,

“A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.”

~~ Lord Dunsany, The Laughter of the Gods ~~

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Morning glorious….

Hajime…. For more than six years now, I have used the creation of this blog as a means of finding my inner balance. The process I developed over that time has furnished me with a routine upon which I could depend to produce a product I considered worthy of publishing for peer review, while simultaneously providing me with a means to organize my thoughts into the mold it most favors, in order to maintain the balance so essential to the peace sought so diligently by our inner self.

Since the real world, which I call consensual reality, seldom provides any of these for us, ( in truth, it often works in the opposite direction, making it hard to find any such means….), it has worked pretty well, such as it is. Of course, I am the sole judge of how well it works, & I am, deliberately, inconsistent in judging its efficacy, thus, most probably, detracting from its efficiency to some degree. But, as the closing introductory quote from Ralphie notes, consistency is just as well left out of the issue. By my standards, writing has worked well to keep me relatively sane, by public standards, if not my own, or, those of others less familiar with my personality); as proof, I offer a simple statistic, to wit: I have yet to kill anyone. Given the almost hourly occurrence of homicidal urges that come to me as I perceive the world, that’s not bad.

In truth, it occurs to me, much of my life has been a long struggle to keep myself from killing people; there are just so many of them who deserve killing, by almost any standard! Oligarchs, politicians, priests, pimps, corrupt cops, the list, to me, seems endless. Each of those categories of humans, on a consistent basis, exhibit the worst traits of humanity…. Fear, cowardice, the ability to lie, or deny reality, without guilt, shame, or the slightest degree of compassion; most of my fellow humans, to my mind, seem to abrogate their very humanity at every turn, refusing to use the intelligence they have been imbued with by nature, and denying their own connection to the rest of creation, insisting they are so special, the rules of the universe do not apply to them.

Moreover, the most basic flaw our species demonstrates regularly, seems to not even enter their perception. This flaw, as I see it, is the ability to deny their own nature, such that their entire approach to reality becomes their own worst enemy. We humans seem to have the unfortunate ability to make the assumption we have the power to alter reality at our whim, a belief not shared by that reality. Moreover, we are so convinced of this false power, we make the automatic assumption we are thus better than the rest of reality. This sense of entitlement, false as it may be, will, in the long run, prove to be a fatal flaw, for it is leading us inexorably to an ignoble end…. which is another simple deduction people refuse to make….

I have wandered around in my mind now for some time today, trying to find a way to succinctly state my feelings & thoughts, trying to explain, to myself as much as y’all, why I haven’t been writing much. I suppose I should take a shot at summarizing, so we can get on with the rest of this mess….

I don’t see much hope for humanity. The flaws in our nature, which we refuse to acknowledge, or attempt to abrogate, are killing us. If we cannot change the paradigm with which we now live, we are ALL going to die, and not comfortably. I suppose the angst and lack of balance I have been experiencing for the past year or so, since regaining a bit of clear-mindedness I had misplaced is a direct result of my sorrow at such an outcome. As a species, we show a lot of promise; it’s unfortunate our own nature prevents us from reaching out to grasp that promise, and make it our own. Instead, we fuss, we fight, we act as if the lies and delusions, upon which our entire culture is based, are real, and will help us live, when, in fact, all we can ever expect, if we don’t change, is ongoing conflict, and misery for the major portion of humanity.

My angst thus, is a persistent sense of sorrow, and anger at those humans who refuse to acknowledge the problems our own nature creates for us…. Since I, too, am human, my feelings cause me to want to strike out, hard, at those who will not see the truth of reality, and how our choices, to live in fear and delusion, have brought us to the brink of extinction. I’ve managed thus far to control those urges, human as they are; I’m having a hard time doing so these days, as there just doesn’t seem to be much reason NOT to follow the injunction of nature, so aptly described by H. L. Mencken, when he said, “Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

I have to admit, the temptation is great. However, I see I have, without realizing it, ranted in the intro again. So much so, I’ve made the rant I had started superfluous, & will proceed to delete it, in favor of finishing the rest of this now overlong mess. I can’t say I’m sorry for having done so; if naught else, it was rather cathartic for me, so, we’ll let it go, as is, & trust the chips to fall in convenient places. Since I can’t think of any easy, comfortable method for getting us out of the intro, I’ll just stop here, & hope for the best. I hope you enjoy today’s interlude….

Shall we Pearl?

“A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,
adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series (1841) “Self-Reliance” ~~

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Today, I feel like listening to the Dead (go figure). Here is the second set (over two hours long) from their 50th Anniversary/Farewell Tour in 2015. Though Jerry, Robert Hunter, & Pigpen are long gone, the music and culture lives on…. Enjoy!….

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Fare Thee Well
Grateful Dead, 7/5/2015
Second Set

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I can feel poems percolating, but, none are ready to leak. Here is one from last year, written during the time I was attempting to regain some balance after more than a year of fighting the symptoms of opioid withdrawal, so kindly foisted upon me by the ignorance & cowardice of the medical industry in this country. Needless to say, it’s a bit more intense than my usual fare, & I hope you enjoy it….

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

Esoterica

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“A person needs a little madness,
or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.”

~~ Nikos Kazantzakis ~~

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“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.”

~~ Voltaire ~~

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True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written;
in writing what deserves to be read;
and in so living as to make the world
happier and better for our living in it.

~~ Pliny the Elder ~~

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It is something to be able to paint a particular picture,
or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful;
but it is far more glorious to carve and paint
the very atmosphere and medium through which we look,
which morally we can do.
To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”

~~ Henry David Thoreau, “Where I Live” ~~

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“The world is full of cactus, but we don’t have to sit on it.”

~~ Will Foley ~~

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“He knows not how to know who knows not also how to unknow.”

~~ Richard Burton ~~

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“The only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing at all, for sure.”

~~ Socrates ~~

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Although today’s missive is extensive, it feels a bit underdone, if obese. But, so be it; I’m done, & not willing to either start over, or edit. Instead, I’ll trust the process, as I’ve learned to do so well, & let it go without further ado. In fact, I’ll even go so far as to end it swiftly, rather than drawing it out to resemble the intro. I’ll be back as soon as I have enough to say; it won’t be long, I’m sure, as I’m a naturally voluble study in contradictions and subtle notes of irony. Go figure, eh? See ya, ffolkes; that’s a promise I hope to live long enough to fulfill….

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….