Palimpsests of a Secret Whistler
|Kinderheldin Cut-up Iteration I
||[Mar. 20th, 2010|08:39 pm]
wake though I’ve slept more than there are rivers of sand |
swirling about my yesterdays, sea shells, sleeping
I wane in and out of focus, like a camera’s ghost,
a spirit leaving the salty water of Humboldt Bay, farther
a dream? Am I in the midst of a trance? I don't
think these times when we are not ourselves are
They come down and give us love, pour into our hearts
lives. And the people you see out in the world who are
the Grey Faces are the ones who won't let in when I had
to find my way home from that party and of course this strange
place, Eureka! energies of their massacre. As I walked
past the new image of the Capitol there, nothing. Then,
almost heavy darkness of evening, whole forms
reflected here in thinking the sun hit us like hell
we felt despite humanity's ardent desire such a thing I'm afraid.
Above, everything is as one, picayune, of minor pleasantries, minutiae.
Beneath, it's the bacchanalia. Take last weekend as case in point:
The day was Personality A, World A. The "ordinary" world.
superior in their ineluctable human nature I was driven
and loitered with a few drinks. I didn't know or
care. I was enjoying the relaxation of it. One hitch: three
had already entered the subterranean realm. We went to
where it exploded into a paroxysm of flames.
Patrick all night and totally dug him, but then, strangely,
I barely gnew. I had to ask his name (Paul). I guess we had sex.
from Patrick to Paul-- maybe it was the whole shirt
keep me on the subterrranean side of my personality
Patrick's, whose house the location of I have no idea)
I decided to make the best of things, and since Paul
sex with him again in the morning or I'd wake up
to the absurdity of it all. Light sensitive, I’m not afraid
of nightmares as much as I’m cautious of surprises in the light.
If we knew our dreams, our night terrors would be real to us.
awake. If we are not afraid, then we are asleep. Or not.
the dream. Perspective I thought of the real
enough. I dream I’m awake. Awake, I’m dreaming.
I talked with a button-down shirt and threw it into the fireplace,
mind, an hourglass, pills, and salt. Image Plane
eye that can't adjust to see the scene.
body. I am floating above the roof of my apartment and I can
beyond it, the Pacific Ocean and I fall into it. Is this all
quite feel myself at the moment, but that is nothing new, I
just sharing time with space aliens from the future/past.
the necessary love we require to move along with our
grey, and I gnow you see them, some of you are them, no
the love of the visiting angels, aliens. Last week
was guided by St. Bernard, I was so tuned into the alien
Old, full of the collective Indian energies, and the
skylights, water cascading over, gushing – I looked for
WWI film, King and Country, on the way back, in the
heart-of-hearts... I don't mind, it's an unhelpable, inescapable,
glossy in the wet mirror. Microprism It’s a dying
I employ for escape. Shutter And who am I now? I sit
of my consciousness, like Halloween masks, ghoulish
the pavement stones no reflection falls where
of nature. In ordinary nature there is no
thinking, thinking in the frameworks of my
sole's flap and flip, flitter slit creates
I guess I must have not been on that particular A-list. I
would think, it is as you see, the world of the
carnivalesque, an underground, a world which I
place, and a party ensued-- a party filled with
capitalism and kissing up to people who believe
a coworker, a local, many people there, but I didn't
particularly care. cab driver stop at a liquore store?) and
at one point I ripped off my light blue short-sleeved
I don't really gnow how I got switched into the fire thing.
drank champagne in the hot tub, and wine in the room,
If our night terrors are real, we are afraid,
If we are awake then we are ready to sleep, to enter
||[Dec. 31st, 2009|06:44 pm]
“The Cosmic Schmuck Principle holds that if you don’t wake up, once a month at least, and realize that you have been acting like a Cosmic Schmuck again then you will probably go on acting like a Cosmic Schmuck forever; but if you do, occasionally, recognize your Cosmic Schmuckiness, then you might begin to become a little less Schmucky than the general human average at this primitive stage of terrestrial evolution.”|
— Robert Anton Wilson
||[Nov. 17th, 2009|10:39 pm]
When President Obama was merely Senator Obama, back on June 16, 2008, he was interviewed by the Los Angeles Times about the consequences of continued media consolidation and other media topics.|
Q: You signaled that you would put the teeth back into antitrust enforcement. What would that mean for media companies that want to merge?
A: There is a clear need in this country for the reinvigoration of antitrust enforcement. Our competition agencies, the Department of Justice and the FTC [Federal Trade Commission], need to step up review of merger activity and take effective action to stop or restructure those mergers that are likely to harm consumer welfare, while quickly clearing those that do not. Specifically, for media mergers, the Department of Justice and the FTC should closely scrutinize all mergers for their implications for competition and consumer choice. The FCC should more seriously evaluate the impact of proposed mergers on the ability of divergent communities to participate in the national media environment.
Yet here we have one of the world's major television networks about to merge with America's largest cable company and America's largest internet provider and I'm not seeing any Department of Justice or FTC action. Was that just campaign talk? Business as usual? NBC Universal gets to be sold to Comcast because it's convenient for the rich people involved even though it's going to totally alter everyone's lives forever? Fuck that. But I'm not surprised.
People will say "Oh but it's just NBC, Telemundo, MSNBC, etc, kill your television, blah blah blah." But just wait-- This is the beginning of a big wave of mergers. Once Internet providers each have their own store of content, it'll be locked up behind pay walls, and this is how the Tiered Internet begins. Ugh.
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