While rehearing The Master and His Emissary….
Beautiful mind- arranged for me, I never would have
paid the attention this wise man has paid to learn
what he can make plain to see,
even through a hierarchy we have modeled-
here in my mind’s literal living room
less masonry, more open air and windows,
modeled, shaped in senses common here,
the Hopf fibration which
can be visualized
fluid-wise
more on the flow
pattern branching randomain
of life within the embodied mind, seethink
art is A. I. right, not Pinocchio, auto informed
— ¿ A. I. übermetaphor for
— tree of all known so far? —
Classic, after fifty years, we reach the land
of corn and wine,
all its riches freely mine, and some yoker say
I gotta pull a plow, plato predigestion
perverts poetic expulsions from republics–
U know the drill — Ben say, if you can
KEEP IT
– attention wise in the confusion
– echoes of Babel, by all estimations,
– the contentions over who owns the fruit
– my ancestors planted an idea in me,
– secretly, take this little lite, hide it.
– safe and secure, until we hear
– a call all ye all ye outs in free
Whatness and wholeness, knowing the good
in joy and optimistical
hope formed –
destination –
aim, at thinking
what I do is me – said some poet
who asked what it must be to be myself,
set in perfect pitch, piping my notes clear
to your ear in silence, you see right
through.
If there is noise or music, it is in your mind,
now, is silent here;
but for the incessant humm of fans
cooling the flowing sense forms, silent
touch of song,
so willing to be listened to,
— novel war this July brings, independing
cutting the curtain down again,
after the recent repulling aside reveals
the flaw, to all who made it,
with Audie Murphy, morphed to
Little Chuckie Norris, and his Nordic child Sidekick – we agreed, To Hell and Back,
is the moneyball
a remake in the memories of Alzheimer’s
patience serving to remind us whose
grace we live by.
Y’ got no right to die while interest is growing.
That was my agent, kind of her to be so
real.
Splashes of wishes for better,
tears to recall the salt in me, recall knowing
salt is good,
hate and ignorance are void of good,
yet, the blind asks a sighted set
of
rules
to regularize the processes
of life, in the realm of opposing
will to be right, in terms of proper.
Ok, right, proper
the word
lacks definite resolution,
give the idea beneath it hearth-level attention
Okeh, we have the knack and the tool to know with: let’s learn a bit
proper (adj.)
c. 1300, propre,
“adapted to some purpose, fit, apt;
commendable, excellent” (sometimes ironic),
from Old French propre
“own, particular;
exact, neat, fitting, appropriate” (11c.)
and directly from Latin proprius
“one’s own, particular to itself,”
from pro privo
“for the individual, in particular,”
from ablative of privus
“one’s own, individual”
(see private (adj.)) + pro “for” (see pro-).
Related: Properly; properness.
As an adverb, “very exceedingly,”
from mid-15c., but since 19c. the use is considered vulgar.
From early 14c. as
“belonging or pertaining to oneself;
individual; intrinsic;”
also as
“pertaining to a person or thing in particular,
special, specific;
distinctive, characteristic;”
also
“what is by the rules,
correct,
appropriate,
acceptable.”
From early 15c. as
“separate, distinct; itself.”
Meaning
“socially appropriate, decent, respectable”
is recorded by 1704.
Proper name
“name belonging to or relating to the person or thing in question,
name given
to an individual
of a class
for distinction
from others
of the same class” is from c. 1300, {BTW, is when the word was coined}
a sense also preserved in astronomical proper motion
“change in the apparent places
of a celestial object
in the sky relative
to other stars or planets” (c. 1300). Proper noun is from mid-15c.
From https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=proper
Right brain minded, left brain minded, lizard brain and gut,
all good to function, fit to keep the ship on course,
spinning wheels, freewheeling dynamo,
salt the ice, {oh that neuromance- al-lude}
play a word game,
learn forever or die trying.
Historically speaking once more,
Wills to winning and thus gaining power, such wills,
ever
tend toward war
in the story of how now happened.
…
History conserved as “that’s how it happened”
happens to rely on the testimony of mortal
seeing eyes and sorting sense maker mechs
running algorithms measuring worth
of each exposure
to persuasions—-
The attention economy– clicktit
Fancy that, a desire arises in your willery,
you wish you knew,
some authors only finish their own faith,
after ever has begun
after learning that unbelief takes help,
especially if it is an insti-tuned-ialization
lie, in the medium of massage,
proper lie for the sake of the poor,
we must keep poor, for Jesus told us, and
we know, no scripture may be made wrong after the authorized inquisitors have made the proper
underlying desires mandatory.
— win at any cost, send your sons to war
— love your enemy, no disconnect…
no wall of data on fire as
ICE (Intrusion Countermeasures Electronics)
no such
barriers exist
it is 2021, my literal castle, we can talk-
old bum to rich dude, face to face,
no pride formed rift beguiling us, we see
— where did we go wrong
— this is seriousaaaaashit here
Elves, as bits in mindshare held,
since ever first informed a teller of tales,
the story life tells tells no lies,
listen to the idle words, learn to use
verbs forcing powers that will
reality
to bring forth fruit, do the living thing.
The word elf is found throughout the Germanic languages and seems originally to have meant ‘white being’.
From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elf
————— evil little dev, these IT guises
“you know nothing of my work” MM
Tell a man at life’s vast delta, rest,
wait in patient rush,
a while here,
the river brings us meat,
the willows give us shade and music,
at night we have the stars,
all we know of how, we live, test
each,
pass or fail to pass,
until all we knew we knew
is nothing
new. {… and logos, literally, mere words…}
All things new, ignor,
we knew the way,
the old way where good is,
we imagine
until all we, the entire ganz WE< THE PEOPLE
all we
knew we knew
is nothing. That’s all.
Now.
In awe.
Trading knacks and useful makings, form
a we of strangers linked in living forms,
from in- “in” (from PIE root *en “in”) + statuere
“establish, to cause to stand,”
from PIE root *sta- “to stand, make or be firm.”
From https://www.etymonline.com/word/institute
Un stable in all his ways, these double minded
mortals with visons of life beyond understood,
missed understood
solid
Grund.
——
However, from the early modern period onwards, elves started to be prominent in the literature and art of educated elites.
From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elf
Recalcitrant, kicking against the pricks.
- Every day, in every way, ever after
- better watch out, I'm tellin' you nowAnd in this mood I find myself
in other than
either or.
I find myself a metaphor carrying more
in being than in becoming, in being
I am one of you, plural you I become many
others you imagine feeling
relational – I am one of those beings
who came to earth and found themselves
alone in a pre-existing reality as held true
and unalienable, a good state attained,
we the earthlings created equal in value
by a measure
+++
Fragments mentally reinsert mods on reality.
Take all the time, transcribbler riddler
-” no poets in a republic you can keep”
ejection reject warning
fake all the attention
gleaned along the way, twist it just
one ambit this away, and we go…
Self-interpretation
facilitation of self knowing
that blue jay, who moved into my focus
and pulled my seeing self’s usefulness-
will to see motion, out in ifery,
hunter’s eye,
trained in some, native in some, see
intendere, reach with the seeing beam, translate
touch to sense of being on the whole,
boredom
and its after effect..
Lazy man accused of causing all the worst of nows.
Ennui, a fine hyperbolic elite
boredom
Take a breath and think I think and breathe,
then wonder
whose breath that was last.
Interbeen being one and not one
other and not other,
not you,
me, object of I
who am attending to time, watching
life go by,
waiting to receive the gift as Gift auf Deutsch,
mort-ify my link to you,
object of my thoughts, forming words, plain
or glossed in proper sense, assuring
you literally know what I mean.
The giver to itself of what it sees, says
McGilchrist, who has studied
for us much, and
who has convinced me,
the finisher
of the gloss
on faith that is in me… is me.
The author and finisher of the faith that is in me,
ultimately formed from bits of stories
and stints in the dearest of schools,
experience duty on spaceship earth, post 1948,
through to today, while it is called today.
You see, or the bit
of me
in each line
is idle in terms of effectuality, you see nothing
not shown, nothing made visible,
– CNN – Entertainment Tonight while it is night
imagine I read and you read, we read and realize,
only knowing you are,
by sightless sense called faith,
feeling sure and safe, this task is now
in actual
fact
done in time to
change next next next next next next next next
Creative float, along
with all the river carries, mental me makes a way,
think,
Ha, yes, we are in agreement from before ever was.
No way. Why is that funny,
No way, I can’t believe what I see, wow.
life’s school has tests.
—- read’em, or weep,
we published all the passing exam essays.
Measure joy, if you please, felt in receiving,
feel the given grace,
taken as actually granted,
not as
American Indian giver promises,
but one of those Yes and Amen,
honest t’God,
Jesu ones,
you know, verb-alized really,
as witnessed, actually,
gone, proving
we know how to go, not why.
Did I tell you my theory?
Pigs can swim, and they can eat oysters.
as easily as a walrus can befriend a carpenter,
but you only saw the movie, eh, the disneyification
of a strange scene and the telling of the tale.
Carpenter – was that Jesus? In the song?
Flight of the Navigator, classic A.I. acceptance,
masked in the rising UFO embodiment of believers
beliving beguiling Heaven’s key on St. Pete’s chain
swings wide the gates of pigshat pearls from
a certain – mis interper I am intimate in
But the treasure was hid in field, from thence
the hidden and found and claimed treasure
is a non-disclosure deal, real estate trade,
KJV Matt. 13
44-Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto treasure hid in a field; the which when a man hath found, he hideth, and for joy thereof goeth and selleth all that he hath, and buyeth that field.
45-Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls:
46-Who, when he had found one pearl
of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.
But the oyster eating pigs were not involved with the pearl.
_ As a day, as a whole, as a way
proving
reproofs of previous connections to this integrality
re-
ality in all the ways we prove passable,
Entres nous,
the door,
the strait and narrow,
the old way where good is, find that
this is that, and this is that is a key to a sortable
maze-way, a clue in life’s current flow
game beyond the gong, winners winning on and on and on
beyond that, you understand, wisdom takes form
…,
punctuate your own mind’s eheyes -see all things
each way we re present, eh-eyes right,
march,
left, right, left, this is me as a man inminded militarily,
all my senses thrill to kill a will that is not mine,
if I were not embodied in these flowing vive-la differed
opinion expression,
patients forms
there,
see, that’s your bag. Put all your soul possessions
in your patience bag, there is where your true you
hides, sacerdotalishit-istic, secret meanings from aliens.
some dances, you miss one step, they make you…
what, they and what they make you do?
Fall. Fine, dust from …
— the convincing rap I had that matched Ken Hamms —
Rein in the art-wilder smith, put down the hammer,
in all the many ways, we may, bring the hammer down
bang
always works, clang often gives a sense of bells,
sonorous tones, clanging, resonant change,
made bang, but within the whole,
on the whole the wave we make
is minor, right.-+*
Think in each effect provocation
to good works demanded
of us at the apex
of Maslow’s pyramid, here
we, the self-actualized people, who hold certain
a few good points in time,
safe as a minecraft sound track
sanctuary states in minds we all may rest in,
if we make it, you know,
if we make up a mind that is satisfied with knowing
for sure
my will is not the one on task when order is the habit,
beauty is chaos, put it in Mondriaan grids and see,
the beauty is in the eye holding it, you see art,
an idea in form, in shapes and colors,
yes, look
2021, I have this power of may, mother of mighty,
might we try, we try to tighten
stretch the point of being happy to the point
of making peace, where no peace was.
Earlier, this very
ordinary day, quotidian in every aspect stochastic
bits of ifery in my face, daring me imagine better,
better not, and poking fun at me who remembers
failing to heed the still small
but ever present
voice saying silently to me, this is the way, walk in it.
