Category: Notebook

These are mostly scans or transcripts from my old notebooks, journals, etc., that predated both blogging and the Interwebnets.

Post Clinton Chaos

Would you believe? Could you believe? That there are those who ponder miracles of morrow? I would like to call them my trinity conspirators but I think not of insult nor do I ponder disrespect. Yet there is stuff in-between the ether of all that jitters my spinal fluid. For example, NESARA. National Economic Security … Continue reading Post Clinton Chaos →

Paralysed

The days pass my sweet and I forget no such forgetful sense to scrape my pencil across your breast. The inside of a man is made of the heart. The inside of a woman is only her... Therefore the heart, good or bad, guides men but the ... is independent of everything except the essence … Continue reading Paralysed →

Newz #35

Wow. Today in the newz: Andersen being let off the hook. Links: NYT Something from me that almost the same? Here even some audio. Rant on. -tgs-

Meek Defined

The first thing you smell is the kool-aid. That erroneous product of American ingenuity plastered like bad graffitti on the walls of our prophet (or psyche). So much so that the smell didn't even come from the mix in water but the skin of a beautiful woman--from behind her left earlobe, from real flesh. Only … Continue reading Meek Defined →

Unsoiled Ground

Begin this... Last (or lost) in home around subtle thunder with no storm. There is little to be said in these silly days where one war is being questioned and another baptized with a hope of finding POWs. The controversy and duality is enorm, like a gap in the knitting of a large quilt. But … Continue reading Unsoiled Ground →

Give Up

I linger, yearn, lust to be the greatest failed playwright ever. When the people ask how I can be so ignorant and arrogant making such a claim I will respond: because even now in the depth of my failure, unlike you'all, I have something to believe in that is real and worthwhile. And even though … Continue reading Give Up →

What You Know

May you'all develop a talent for living happily ever after. Maybe not is more important. Meredith, James - first to cross race line in Mississippi. Met Henry Gallagher who knew James Meredith. The bartender at Timberlake "Babak" is the nephew of the Persian doctor from D'dorf who fixed LB's elbow. Greatness is not in what … Continue reading What You Know →

Horatio Or Frank

What is the opposite of happiness? Of suffering? When I think of JC I wonder of his choices. Of course they were choices of ideology but perhaps they were choices of or between happiness and suffering. (The two things humans inherently now, like instinct.) The choice, for example, to go into the desert for 40 days, … Continue reading Horatio Or Frank →

Culture

Three Strikes. Three scenes or could be more scenes. Family depicted in three basic configurations which conveys the contemporary ideal of family life in USA. But this ideal is very inconsistent and diverse. What is clear i portraying the family is very confusing yet none of them are really happy. The same characters in three different scenes … Continue reading Culture →

Thirty Cents

Why don't they all just kill (me or) themselves? It's the most I wish to witness. Yet I must deal with my decision to return (the old country). Sink or swim is the motto. All of those thoughts of sinking. The rifle barrel pressed to the back of my throat and I worry if I … Continue reading Thirty Cents →

The She

Met the She last night. She was last night. She had a sharp wit honed in the time of laughter and avoidance. She is unlike those around me in that Hers is more a life of avoid which is a utter mystery because Her vision will strike a strong man down. Where She is now … Continue reading The She →

In Tact

It has been (a) hour(s) and sorts. The sounds might be at fault. It's as though I have moved between dimensions. Remember? Certainly the previous one was quiet. DC is so loud and hectic. But I have maintained the organism. Wait. Let me scrap(e) it (her) off the hard wood floor once again. Mold. It. … Continue reading In Tact →

Allow

Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec Red Headed Nude Crouching, 1897 In the Salon: The Sofa, 1892-1893 Women Resting, 1894-1895 In The Bed: The Kiss In The Salon, 1893 (Same room, different angle as previous "On The Sofa") Medical Inspection (Rue de Moulins), 1894 Explain to Danton the limits of his excess. Beyond the failed cause stands a … Continue reading Allow →

The Apple

The apple. Used by Newton for gravity and Bible for religion. Contradiction? Same thing? Both fell out of nowhere? Identify space tearing flop transitions. The anthropic principle. This is a doctrine, not unlike a political or relgious agenda, that stipulates (in the world of theoretical physics) the world is the way it is because we … Continue reading The Apple →

Stale

How to? Cookies cooked stale. The cooky batter/dough was so old that when I cooked them they were already stale. -From a friend (Patrick Henry) Rant on. T

Inescapable

Justification of existence. How to justify ones existence. (This is the not related to the useless-eater idear.) Is existence based on (human) behaviour? What the behaviour once was? It's no longer about the justifications of ones actions which has been the case during most of the industrial era (pre industrialisation?) but instead about the result … Continue reading Inescapable →

Think Future

I have not been true to you my dear. Notes and thoughts have made their way to other books. And as you can see, you have not been forgotten. You'll be happy to know I've taken steps to move on. Of course this could be temporary but for how long I do not know. Remember … Continue reading Think Future →

Years Aplenty

Idear(s). Seven years of plenty, seven years of famine. The biblical cycle played out on the floor of the stock market. Say, maybe this could be scene from previous idear about multi-dimensions? There are chanting oxen led by a wizard-merchant who sells their chows songs. The magic of the wizard-merchant is not to become paid … Continue reading Years Aplenty →