Tomorrow is Bob Dylan’s Birthday - i was going to try and give him a surprise birthday party · but how do surprise someone who has “heard it all,” and i believe him when he says that. When i was studying literature instead of running after it like a runaway bus, the same talking heads that are telling us it’s joey biden or nothing were assuring we students of literature that there are no more than 6 stories in the history of the world and everything you read is a variation of one sort or another - i think it may be true, mostly because i may have married three of them. When i moved to the city i live in it was hot, and got hotter - so i researched “how do you cool public places” and found a ceramic tube construction that fits into an inverted arch that can reduce the temperature of multiple meters by considerable degrees C/orF. They scoffed at the time, as tourist i had no rank and as an expat i had no friend. 10 months later, degrees warmer than this time last year, not quite a tourist but definitely not an expat - this design would have contributed substantially to a cooler city by degrees - what Buckminster Fuller described as “trim tab” technology. I am no longer offended by the stupidity of those around me, nor the narrow self interests of those who would reform a nation that kicked the ass of the most powerful military force in the world at the time, (now supposedly 10x as lethal - but like my former loving wives, likely 10x as, (let me pick this expression carefully) ______ you fill in the blank, i lack the imagination necessary.
Just like city i live in now lusting the profits of then - the senseless building continues · for a guest that nobody wants, but money everybody thinks they need. Just like the 6 stories i tried to share the logic of the lost opportunity to cool the city i live, but also question the presumed advantage of legions of tourists spending copious amounts of fictitious currency spreading suspect germs and undermining discipline that rendered the invulnerable - vanquished. As a child with the gift of an “encyclopedia britannica” at my beck and call - the Maginot Line was a perfect study for how to protect oneself from a world that grew more dangerous each moment one grew older - a strategy developed by the French “talking heads” at the end of “WWI” - the war to end all wars · yuk, yuk, yuk. etc., etc., etc. .. ···: The thinking of those responsible at the time and expense paid to the “principals” centered around an impermeable fortification capable of deflecting any invasion of the Huns, the Hungarians, the Austro-Hungarians . .. A’ lack no one envisioned herr fureur - petite, mais Magnifique · “fuck ‘em, we’ll just go around the impermeable “Maginot Line” - which he did, sort of like joey biden circumvented the “roadblock of the day” · “medicare for all would dishonor the death of my son” - said no on · ever.
But just like the irrational rejection of a rationally cooling prospect by an “unvetted” source - we stumble forward · alienated from each other for the dumbest of reasons: aping the elite conventional wisdom, “only the worthy remain comfortable” In the last of my conversations with Pop, he really enjoyed driving the point home, “Boy am i glad i’m old.” In my abundant conceit at the time - i’d jolly him along to the next happy expression i could elicit; today, sitting in insufferable late afternoon heat of where i live and what i have to work with, i continue to gain appreciation for his grasp of the “6 Stories” to be told. Today is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s birthday - “It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories; instead of theories to suit facts.” The fact is i am on the back slope of my “afternoon” figuratively and literally. Compared to the “6 Stories” i have participated in or have witnessed from a distance, delusion is what i face next. The idea the non-existence does not fill me with terror like every living entity on the planet regardless of its state of sensatus.
My ear and ear canal is and had been rotting in my head for over a year - and still the organism i inhabit fights for stasis - much like the mind that claims domain over its periphery. I like it more each day knowing my delusion of control for the fiction it represents to all life on the sphere of life i have grown so fond of - Terra 3 from Sol · i have met a family and a man who has named daughters in the same vein, Tem & Sol. I am not alone in knowing how close we Sapiens are to extinction. The anonymous vacant partner i chided in my last post is reading text about our kind, “Sapiens” There are people across our planet who are struggling, not just with the unnecessary interruption of a blood born malady promulgated by a nexus with the limited site of a pharmacological manipulation that no longer has any relation to health but is entirely enslaved to a profit motive of destructive consequence - that as Leonard Cohen stated so clearly, “Everybody Knows.” I’d like to say to you as some sort of vindication, i am glad to go - but i’d be lying.
Pop, raised me right and would not allow my tongue to spout, what he described throughout my life as “Bullshit” with a capital “B.” Pop was tasked mightily in his last months - almost as though g_d in her infinite wisdom heard his imprecation - “what ?” · and gave hime surcease. My father was brave, and it was my privilege to fight my way to his side, only to find he needed me not - at all. This is a suspicion i grew up believing no matter how he tried to make me feel useful. It is unfortunately all i have to leave you who read searching for reason during an epoch seemingly designed to demonstrate - there is no why for, or why not · only greed. I just spent 5 minutes of my life i will never get back trying to capture an example of the greed that is being shoved down your throats, and don’t i feel stupid giving one more second to agencies determined to enslave you, by transplanting words onto loving speech i share loving with you that has no other intention that diverting you to your lowest possible achievement . fuck ‘em, they are dumber than i, and clearly that is pretty stupid to hold out hope to a dead branch of DNA that would rather titillate than educate itself - let me know how that worked out for you and your generations
jts 23/05/2020
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