(subtitle: A SHORT SKIT FOR FRESHMAN ORIENTATION, REGARDING YOUR 'SECRET LIFE' : FOR YOUNG MEN)
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bob dylan: "i never could learn to drink that blood
and call it wine"..."has anybody seen my love?"
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A man’s Muse morphs, boys. Remember that.
What I am talking about is your “Anima”, in Jungian terms, which I for one think should maybe make a comeback soon. It’s usually 50 years after a great thinker’s death that we start to consider him (or her) a genius. After denigrating their ideas, which nonetheless sink like a cleansing rain deep into the "dirt"---the soil--- of our collective unconscious.
"Anima": for a male, the “primary anthropomorphic archetype of the unconscious mind, as opposed to both the theriomorphic and inferior-function of the shadow archetypes, as well as the abstract symbol sets that formulate the archetype of the Self,”says Wikipedia, which is kind of our Collective Sub-Conscious, I suppose...
Anthropo-morphic archetypes...what do they do?
. “In the unconscious of the male, it finds expression as a feminine inner personality: anima”
(equivalently, in the unconscious of the female , this archetype is expressed as a masculine inner personality:animus. But that wherof I cannot speak, because I’m a guy, I shall remain silent.)
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As I understand my Jungian theory, which is pretty damn good, the anima takes on aspects of all the women a fellow is exposed to in his life: his mother, first and foremost, then sisters if he is blessed to have them, as I am; girlfriends, galpals, f-buddies , and assorted women-acquaintances of a non-sexual typology. These last three categories are being evolved in society even as we speak here today.
All of them are, actually.
That’s the point: collectively, and individually, archetypes morph. They change. Evolve.
(I would love to merge Jungian theory with Evolutionary Sociobiology and throw in Relativity and maybe Quantum Mechanics if I am having a good day, so I would love to get your ideas in order to steal them...)
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For example, here is a conversation I had recently with my Muse, or Anima. Same thing.
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Muse: “Well buddy boy aint u full of yrself today!”
Me: “Yes I am! I am happy! What’s wrong with that?”
“Not a thing. Why do u think there’s something wrong?”
“Your tone.”
“Hm.”
Me: “I will SOON be happy. That’s why I’m happy!”
Muse: “That makes about as much sense as u ever do.”
“Oh, u!”
“Hee-hee”
“I like it when u tease.”
“I know that full well…”
Me: “Anyway, once I get my new teeth I will be spectacular.”
Muse: “Won’t it hurt, the extractions?”
“maybe, I don’t give a damn, though. I want all these chipped old miserable choppers out of my head for good. Then I can smile again. I haven’t smiled in 25 years!”
Muse: “You exaggerate a little, as usual, bub.”
Me: “As Emerson said, ‘do I exaggerate? Very well, I exaggerate. I am male!’ “
“He never said that”
“I believe he should have.”
“very well. “
“Anyway, they are going to tear open my gums, yank out those teeth, and put the new ones in. “
Muse: “And then your life will be better?”
“You bet. I won’t be so self conscious anymore.”
“Why are you self-conscious? You’re a completely ok looking guy.”
“No I am not.”
“Well, you are, but my telling you , or anyone telling you, won’t make you believe it, til you yourself do.”
“Exactly. When I get my teeth.”
“Ok.”
Me: “Hey! Do beautiful gals like you ever get self-conscious?”
Muse: “You know we do. But I cannot answer that. Anyway, ‘handsome is as handsome does’, my mother always told me.”
Me: “Hey, so did my mother!”
“Aint that a coincidence!”
"if you can read my mind, then why must i speak?"
dylan, "angelina"
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for my own good, always.
I trust her.
I built her to be a bit "hard love".
Also softness,
but ONLY WHEN I DESERVE IT.
Listen up good.
for another venue.
It is simply two diametrically dialectically delightfuly
opposed psychic principles/archetypes/VOICES
having a civil conversation.
"i'll go along with charade
til i can think my way out
i know it was all a big joke
whatever it was all about
maybe someday
i'll remember
to forget"
two ways sideways.
that is why i=bipolar II..
rated
What the Buddhists say is that even “self” is illusion.
Jung could not bring himself to believe this, alas.. Nor can 99.9999999999999 percent of us.
This is fascinating. Your inner self is beautiful. You are posting such thoughtful comments all over OS all the time. If handsome is as handsome does, then you are quite handsome indeed.
I can see from your photograph for your bio that you have very kind eyes too. Be gentle with yourself James. Be gentle.
that would make mr. bob zimmerman wanna copy me,
thanks
to his influence.
sneer.
smile.
would love to do both.
they say "first thing they notice is yr teeth."
ha, never show em..
just smirk.
or give a half smile.
sick of that.
want my MOUTH BACK.
those damn eyes are all i got.
plus i am losing my winter 2011 g-damn belly,
which ballooned to 35 inches.
gotta get down to 145, 33 inch waist, new teeth,
plus i got my hair.
that is all i got physically.
i also got that beautiful soul,
but as blake says, "BODY=OUTWARD MANIFESTATION
OF SOUL'
AND
he never ever lies to me, unlike idiots and fools and
mean people.
Please do this. Wander up to the nearest mirror. Look at yourself. Really look. And smile.
You have a beautiful soul, and it shows inside...and out. Take another look. Of gratitude and appreciation. For all the parts of you.
Remember to be kind to yourself James.
Were well, as
Well,
Ha!
Mcs, I am an expert in reverse psychology due to a good education by ..my anima, what else?
Thank u.
and a pretty damn fine bit of
company,
she sez. ha.
diary.
Sir James, you are a man after my own heart.
I like the supposition. I will have to listen more.
Second, there must be the equivalent for women. I listen to men - intently - to understand what they find exciting about women and then I play on that. Men seem, on one hand, to want aggressive, wanton women and, on the other, to want shy, scared women.
Can I steal your dialog some day-it is the perfect example of what I just mentioned. I like it.
It is not all that difficult to understand.
Why is there so much attraction between men and women?
The answer is :Yin/Yang
To take chances
My right hand drawing back
While my left hand advances
Where the current is strong
And the monkey dances
To the tune
Of a concertina
Blood dryin' in my yellow hair
As I go from shore to shore
I know what it is
That has drawn me to your door
But whatever could it be
Makes you think
You've seen me before
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
His eyes were two slits
Makin' a snake proud
With a face that any painter would paint
As he walked through the crowd
Worshiping a God
With the body of a woman
Well endowed
And the head of a hyena
Do I need your permission
To turn the other cheek?
If you can read my mind
Why must I speak?
No, I have heard nothing
About the man
That you seek
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
In the valley of the giants
Where the stars and stripes explode
The peaches they were sweet
And the milk and honey flowed
I was only following instructions
When the judge
Sent me down the road
With your subpoena
When you cease to exist
Then who will you blame?
I've tried my best to love you
But I cannot play this game
Your best friend
And my worst enemy
Is one and the same
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
There's a black Mercedes
Rollin' through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead
You're down to the bone
Tell me, tall man
Where would you like
To be overthrown
In Jerusalem or Argentina?
She was stolen from her mother
When she was three days old
Now her vengeance has been satisfied
And her possessions have been sold
He's surrounded by God's angels
And she's wearin' a blindfold
But so are you
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching
Trying to take Heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider
I can see the pale white horse
In God's truth name
Tell me what you want
And you'll have it of course
Just step into the arena
Beat a path of retreat
Up them spiral staircases
Pass the tree of smoke
Pass the angel with four faces
Begging God for mercy
And weepin'
In unholy places
Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, Angelina
Oh, oh, Angelina
Oh, oh, Angelina"
You already understand the Transference, with no help from Wikipedia I may add. When you understand this I will owe you a few beers!
Victoria: The theorizing is in the nascent stage, but progressing by punctured equilibriums. Damn equilibrums, they never stay put!
Brazen: Muse, if one chooses, can be dominatrix, sure. Anything goes with these archetypes!
Rita: Enigma always, Rita. Anima is, after all, feminine!
Keiko: always feel free to plunder from me! The old Madonna/Whore complex, it is very real indeed.
Mary: gracious thanks.
Jerry: Jung had a keen interest in the findings of the latest physics. I will be confident in my theorizing knowing that Carl would approve. I cannot guarantee the FINAL THEORY will be in any sense of the word “scientific”, but at least it will be mind-bending and full of fancy, just like the cosmos itself. Did you hear about this Dark Matter and Dark energy? Yikes. In a sense, they are saying that the universe is a “battle” between light and dark. Too weird, hm?
I mean what can be sensed between the two.
Papageno/Papagena,ever so sweet,when you get to see the right performers.I will try to send you a link.
http://youtu.be/jujGSXoa2QQ
This is just fun with MezzoSoprano Cecilia Bartoli and Entertainer Thomas Gottschalk.I think they are doing an excellent job capturing the fun of Papageno and Papagena as lovebirdies.
I did not how to install the links so you could listen to the two performances.
My Muse
My muse is a seductress
Who keeps me on the edge
And pushes to the limit
Of this precarious ledge
She tempts me at my waking
My dreams, she ever haunts
She revels in my failings
And pierces me with taunts
Holding out the Holy
Just beyond my grasp
A sly, seductive serpent
I'm poisoned by this asp
Lezlie
Cool write.
AND
vice versa.
line.
Also: I have found that every Dylan song can be seen as existing externally, in the world of timespace history, or internally,, in the history of one soul….do I get that beer?
RAZZLE: You raise a good point. What sex are women’s muses? But: yeah, you gotta get one!
HEIDI: No worries! I found it & enjoyed it. Who took my mouth? Well, I guess I made it what it is. By dental neglect. Now I want a new mouth, please!!
ALYSA: What’s up w/teeth is that some have crumbled and cracked. No cavities, weirdly enough. The bones are strong. But the front smile area is really not pretty. Dreams come true!
TOM: Just out of reach,, exactly! That b…h knows more than She is telling me!!