A Lamp for an Honest Man

Have you ever closed the door to your bedroom, while you stood outside it? The lights on within, coming from out the door's bottom cracks- have you seen what traipses of ourselves we leave as sights for others?

My apple-polly-logdies to daddy for yet again hijacking the senate.

And to him: no harm done. Jobs are another iteration of eve's apple- to be eaten at our own expense-- So sayeth he of no employ or prospect.

Now, on this fair Sunday morning of senate, I harassed all you, my fellow senators and friends, here in these wee-hours of morning to discuss one thing: Diogenes the Cynic or Diogenes of Sinope as some know him.

But I will not type another word about him, you can wikipedia him as can I- the rest is left for mouths and mornings and coffees and sunshine converse.


Out Out! You Abstract Mind! Give me practical, give me sense!

And so be it:


Here is an MSPaint mock-up of my latest invention. Pragmatic in the utmost.
Many worry in these Massachusetts winters, about roofs collapsing under duress of snow weight. And while poor options exist for snow removal-- I have here a theoretical prototype which solves all complications. Consisting of four poles-board-ropes and pulley system, this model will remove the dangers of chaos and endangerment from any roof-snow clean up process. One rope pulls the board-runned by the four poles- down, dragging snow along with
& two adjacent side ropes return the board to its primed snow removal position.
I drew these plans over salad after dinner.

In the words of albert einstein:
Self, you've got to stop masturbating before noontime-- it drags down the rest of the day.



I hope your morning is as stupid as this post is.

Amen.

was saving this for the right time....

daddy apologizes for any failed job applications as a result of associations with the private lives of people with major auditory difficulties.

i may not play a mandolin but i do have friends that can do pharrell covers:

quick boys, get it before it goes away.

ps in depressing news in daddy's life - 1am is the new 4am.

The Senate Formula or How to Stimulate Your Tinfoil Hat,

or Everyday is Paaaydaaay, or Watch the Goddamn Movies.



(Try Again: Senate #2)
Instructions: Play Ke$ha. Repeat throughout post as necessary.
Watch the movies. All of them; co-mingled with Ke$ha for A+ points.


NON SERVIAM

Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be changed by place or time. Here at least
We shall be free; the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure, and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heaven.





I had never seen a person hit by a gasoline bomb before...







Christopher Michael Zimmermann
Vowel Breakdown
3- i
3-e
2-a
1-o
Multiply these values and you get 18. On the periodic table 18 is Argon.
Clearly, I am destined by fate to transmute Argon into Gold. The periodic # for gold (AU) is 79. Subtract 18 from 79, you're left with 61- or 6/1. So on June 1st of this year I will discover a simple means of transmuting Argon into Gold.

THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE

LS2


The antidote is friendship?

The antidote is Zeppelin?




There is no night in the city of senate, no matter how low the sun might sink.

with friends like these....

only a senator could attract such a crowd.

For Nero

Poets' Past

FUNERAL RITES

The Stoic Burgher Saves Us All
Though west might fade and
set upon bridge's brick

Thoughts are no longer present as I
set down among Ketchup, cans and
butts, diapers, TVs, PCs and
chairs, bulbs, discs and
freezers, laptops and
horns, beers and
klonopin.

Nothing is beautiful
Nothing is whole
Nothing is clean
Nothing is young
Nothing is righteous

Blonde and blue, pleading
if only heard, if only
Waiting, miles since turning
We've become Joice's contemporaries.


LIQUID GENIUS FROM THE MUSE OF ANUBIS
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sight disconnected
scratched realization
kinestetic hallucinations
feeling my surroundings like an egg
in a alittle room bizantine corridors complex branching
ghostly shapes accompanied denizen rubbery lizard
Blood red carpets, ornate textures, fleshy forms
hideously true sentimental darkness

beauty grandeur
desire
fear
lust

i am the wall in the electric church
it is ok to die

Editors' interview with the Artists

Do you consider yourselves primarily visual artists or poets?
We consider these one and the same. What is poetry but an attempt to expresss in words what the artist attempts to express visually. Hence we are both and neither, for while our contemporaries seek to convey those depths within, we look without. We find our own experience transient and worthless, our pieces reflect our vain attempt to tack the substance of perceptions onto our incorporeal emotions.


What are your thoughts on the merger of the two?
The poet and the visual artist are but two flames burning at opposite ends of the same candle.


In each of your pieces, which came first (the poem or the visual display)?
Undoubtedly the images originated first. Our poetry is inseparable from the context
of the images which pervade our experience. A word, a line, create no original stimulation, rather they invoke the mind's reflection of past conscious states.

How did you chose your materials?
What is an artistic gesture but a physical extension of our cognitive functions? The materials we interact with day by day, being predominantly man-made, are all extensions of our collective human conciousness; everything is hardwired to mankind's organic motherboard, be it cigarette or sausage. We have chosen nothing,
so much as had these materials imposed upon us by our subconscious.


What inspired you to do what you did, and how did it all come
together to form the final piece?
1.We clearly and distinctly perceived our own existence
2.We smoked a cigarette
3.We gave birth to dancing stars.


What has been your greatest artistic influence?
An over nurturing mother and a negligent father.

What is on your i-pod?
Evil men have no songs.


-ALL ART IS TRULY TRANSPARENT

Happy 1/1/2011 Senators

With intent of the author dead, I am embracing the new perception driven reality. What follows is a pure madness; please read at your own risk.

As my habits convert my luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities; a need for seriousness grows in my stomach.



I contemplate the people who maintain power by keeping people disgusted, bored and cynical by creating every possible psychological reason for people to stay at home doing one-hitters and chatting online on primary day.



Philosophical Reminders
-The aesthete reminds me that it is often more fun to want something than to have it.
-The philosopher arm chair reminds me that a crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
-The ethisist reminds me that I do not know why we are here but it is surely not just to enjoy ourselves.
-The spite within reminds me that I'd rather be mad than feel pleasure.
-The solipsist reminds me that the limits of language (the one language which I understand) mean the limits of my world.
-My first person experience reminds me that science may be described as the art of systematic oversimplification.
-My bachelors degree in philosophy reminds me how useless a decent education is.

My issue - Can these two thoughts be reconciled?
“The sole remaining task for philosophy is the analysis of language.” - Wittgenstein
-Zen philosophy states that since language can never leave its own constructs and internal rules, it cannot serve as a vehicle for philosophical truth.
An Illustration
"Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo." is a grammatically valid sentence in the English language. It has been discussed in literature since 1972 when the sentence was used by William J. Rapaport, an associate professor at the University at Buffalo.



If what can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence, then philosophical truth must surmount the "Zen" limits of language if is to complete is last task of analyzing language.

My Question
Given the above philosophical observations, shall the sounds of philosophical truth pass into silence? Does the new world of blogging and re-blogging fill this silence, or are "mundayz just the wurst."



A philosopher who is not taking part in discussions is like a boxer who never goes into the ring. Just be mindful of the Hedgehog Dilemma.