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‘elbow in the socket of the parked pool-lawn’ /
take this as a forebodement /
like the throat-cutting technique /
of the Orient /
&/
sticking his nose in where it didn’t belong /
is Old Hank /
& his hanky dick /
of the Middle West /
who underneath is a spy (an agricultural spy) /
and who stumbled into ‘pool-lawn’passion /
(fine venereal treatment) and,
the place where Hank /
stumbled, is the finest of any place on the globe.
Hank, now, is quite embarrassed to have been part
of the libidinous age before ‘pool-lawn’ passion
but to vividly remember all those he nailed to the
cabin wall and when asked about it /
he spits on the floor a million lakes, /
thousands for each he nailed.
Please use link below for Occupy Oakland and foreclosure defense:
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/07/02/1105135/-This-Is-Why-We-Fight
* ‘low-lying energies’ , the phrase comes from the great and good post:
http://open.salon.com/blog/romanticpoetess/2011/12/18/what_is_a_poet


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2nd person: “I thought he was a great president.”
as a creature born of shame, a male,
understand the dilemma of a Hank.
"Hank, now, is quite embarrassed to have been part
of the libidinous age before ‘pool-lawn’ passion'
.................
many issues , some of them quite metaphysical, are
addressed in this latest "low lying".
"unplowed by town fathers" is a unique opportunity
for a parcel of land.
it has the chance to
make its mark independent of the corrupt pornographic
town culture, where fathers and mothers drag young human-
seeming aliens
across the devastation of the Commercialism that
thwarts good souls from even beginning to sprout.
I went to the library recently and was shocked by the insanity
of the adults, and the beseeching glances of the doomed
little homo sapiens, struggling against mother's
iron grip to explore the Giant World of Books in the
adult section.
there are strict regulations. a child must be of age
to have an adult library card.
i fear not only for Hank, a stumbler into passion,
and for the children, with no
access to the world beyond their robot mother's iron hand.
your voice, in some way this morning, is different from usual;
been practicing the flute?;
anyway, always appreciate all your voices;
blessings,
ume
note: we need to fill in for RomanticPoetess
re. filling in for the good and great r. poetess, who some men
(men not as low lying as we) would say has abandoned us,
to pursue her own avenues.
We low men know
she will be back.
voices, of mine/? too many to hold in one head, old boy.
need more heads.
the flute is a good instrument for luring young souls away
from the enforced nerve-wracking insanity of their
parents' plans for them.
i am not licensed, though, for the flute. i have not achieved
the age , which i think now is 62. For the flute.
No young men are to take up the flute,
for this is a law and order town,
with good young coppers on
the lookout for corruptors
of the youth.
so i sit and age. mellowly. reading my socrates.
i am rather hooked on him.
"
Oh dear Pan and all the other Gods of this place, grant that I may be beautiful inside. Let all my external possessions be in friendly harmony with what is within. May I consider the wise man rich. As for gold, let me have as much as a moderate man could bear and carry with him.
Socrates' prayer, Phaedrus, 279
as an alternative to Christos, he is my role model.
Socrates!
and the tyranny of mother/fathers!
here:
"the heroic task of ushering a man into the world and bringing him to successful maturity takes all the energy and vitality normally available in any mother; to provide herself and her children with the necessities of life she needs the permanent and devoted assistance of the father of the family. The monogamous family is a necessity of nature, not an adventitous outgrowth of civilisation, as some would have it.
[U.A.Hauber, 'Essentials of Zoology']
tyranny = fear
Socrates no fear?
You no fear?
o The monogamous family is a necessity of nature,
o not an adventitous outgrowth of civilisation, as some would have it.
uh oh ume now you have stumbled into the waters of controversy, with yer zoological expertise.
I hope no anti family types, or “alternative” family types, find u.
Then there will be hell to pay. For this zoology.
As for zoology, it is fascinating, but it pales next to sociology.
Weber;
• The fate of our times is characterized by rationalization and intellectualization
• and, above all, by the disenchantment of the world.
• Precisely the ultimate and most sublime values
•
• have retreated from public life
•
•
• either into the transcendental realm of mystic life
•
• or into the brotherliness of direct and personal human relations.
•
• It is not accidental that our greatest art is intimate and not monumental.
o Science as a Vocation [Wissenschaft als Beruf] (1918)
Intimacy is the wave of the future. We invent massive electromagnetic octopi whose infinite tentacles grant us access to those who may actually have a “bildung’’, or a sense of wissenschaft,
Which we westerners aint seen since the advent of the cinema.
I am interested in yr views on the Katie holmes /tommy cruise thing, and NOT for lurid gabbly gossipy reasons. I feel it is the archetypal issue of the weekend, at least.
re: archetypal issue;
were you behind me in the grocery check out line last Tuesday?
undercover as the older woman with six bottles of Chivas Regal?
note: been tracking your comments this morning, and one (Emily on Jacob Sugarman) :
'WELCOME TO THE PACK'
wolf puppies
and the danger of the snare, the loop...
the pack! best one word describer for a mix of the successfully mature and the immature
all dependent on one another for existence ,
but then the man with the loop comes along .
Now there's an archetype for the taking up,
not that celebrities aren't pearls,
but I decline.
Wash away the toil my friend
(hope you have piping water)
and put on some music.
the faux archetypes? they are forgotten.
i track u everywhere, ume, and it could be that i was that woman.
i forget my astral adventures.
but there is a new persona i am devising to follow u
in the supermarket, where your eyes cannot but focus
on the elusive exclusive beauty and the
hard facts of life: liz taylor is near death.
much resuscitation is needful.
what i must learn to love is the editing, for
often what i spew out
is capable of being
made much much better due to ...editing.
in editing, one takes foreign brains into one's own,
and finds that they are utmost confused by this burst.
but
then i think of ginsberg's injunction : first thought best thought.
and i wanna
be communicable, like any sexually transmitted sense of dis -ease.
in my current style, i am hypersexual...
there is a loss, and a gain.
and then a man must consider a moderate ,arg, compromise.
Emmerling:
we are talking literature and not physical phenomena
(for a neophyte to the great new world of scientific knowledge,
holding tightly to mystical ways long after
they are both 1) discredited and 2) bestsellers!!!!)
i humbly disagree. what dear friend is the difference?
in your over quantized language, can u tell me?
myth rules my mind. myth is all there is...............
'core' then is what you would take as 'real' (what comes out of you);
this core is in the depth of field (focused) no matter how the people at the end of their arcs are wiggling.
note: are you getting out today?
........................
do you truly harbor the delusion that i think what people
at the ha,
end of their asymptotic arcs
are considering to be real?
nay is what i say.
as for mundane timespace matters, yes yes i got out.
i went to buy food and met my pally boy and gal pakistanis
at my "convenience mart" and bought a can of
spaghetti sauce,
if
tis any of yer damn bizness.
and
i went to the hub of the universe, my library,
and paid 4 dollars american to get my fines down.
and took out that damn woody allen 's film about paris.
and a book.
best short stories of the recent yr....
listening to music.
dylan, "angelina":
"for god's sake tell me what u need
and u will get it of course
just
step into the arena...
beat a path of resistance
up them spiral staircases.etc."
i got a big blah on today.u?
hee hee. sorry..
"
He who clearly and distinctly understands himself and his emotions loves God, and so much the more in proportion as he more understands himself and his emotions.
Prop. 15
God is without passions, neither is he affected by any emotion of pleasure or pain. ... Strictly speaking, God does not love or hate anyone.
Prop. 17 and corollary
"are you getting any writing out today?"
which i see you did ( 'Far-Fetched Musings...')
note: Happy Belated Birthday