Internet to Me as I was to Frodo

a psychic distraction from the ability to herd, organize, focus

cataclysm

looking for work in the Department of Cataclysm Relief

no sweets for a month

period.

"I am the energy"

It may be an attribute of one kind of cultural upbringing to instill
the belief that a person "is the energy" be it love, vitality,
creativity etc. This might conduce to fierce loyalties on display to
the very idea of that identity. It may also blind a person so
instilled with a free and flexible perception of the world around him/
her. Among cultures that shy away from such identifications, prizing
the non-identification with energy in favor of a watchful
sensuousness, a self-abnegating from all roles but that of the
witness, there may be a corresponding tendency to lose the moral
compass, a rudderless if vibrant perception.

It's not my messiah complex

It's your failure to shed your disciple complex

Consumer Sphinx

will thwart the commercial interests' trying to find out what he buys
let them milk a stone

About the age when

literal immortality becomes the preoccupation of the well-enough off

Flag of Our Fathers

Repetitive and chock full of hackneyed scenes. But mostly just
repetitive without changing and shedding much new light. Yes, it was the
commodification of heros and warfare, and yes it slighted the
individuals and their anguish and belittled the meaning of their
brotherhood. You get that in the first 5 minutes, and then it just
keeps hammering. Some good filmmaking, but lacking a sense of scene
and the all important sense of geography for something like this. See
Full Metal Jacket or Thin Red Line for studies in how to really
involve a spectator in the precise geography of what's at stake
happening in real time. This was mostly flashbacks looking for
effects to serve the above theme, so it lacked the immediacy it was
striving for. It was always looking backward. It didn't live in the
moment, as it must.

Genre #2

Genre says, don't identify, don't mingle in that confusion of
identifying with each and every character. Instead, play Mini Golf,
where each tee is circumscribed and includes a satisfying gimmick to
reward you. Or say, a scheme of this ball knocks mechanistically into
that ball and wow, we RECOGNIZE the result and are rewarded for our
judgment, or maybe a little titillated by the surprise of having not
guessed exactly. Genre is the exponent of manipulation as the M.O. of
the world. That statement of Hart Crane that I keep returning to:
"There is the world dimensional/ For those untwisted by the/ Love of
things irreconcilable." This is a quote inscrutable to the lover of
genre.

A Field Guide to Rubber Bands

Sevi wanted to stop and pick up gritty rubber bands off the damp
sidewalk this morning, in order to give them to Frank Adams, who's
collecting them. I said identifying what kind they were (i.e. wild
vs. domesticated, exotic etc) was important, and for that we'd need
the Field Guide.

In politics as in much else

it's the moment to moment story that shapes reality, not the story as
seen from above. We leap from reality to reality, most of us lacking
any sense of proportion. That misprision swelled by sheer numbers
wins the day.

Skit - Salt & Pepper in the Water

Skit in which a couple insists that the waiter keeps doing ridiculous
things to their water glasses, like adding fresh pepper, grated cheese
etc.

Irony, as commonly understood

equals straddling
bet hedging
a second home
stri-angulation
i pretend to be obtuse
so you don't think me so
I outmaneuver
Circumscribe you
Anything you think
I was there first &
my fire is ash cold
You will never find
the island
I have repaired to.

Face like a sock

Face like a sock pulled on not quite right

His eyes said

you will not corner the market on vitality
his jaws sinewed

Genre

I guess it can be helpful and comforting, like some a comfy club of
friends,
but I see it mostly as a blindfold against the sky