Dog Poet Transmitting.......
May your noses always be cold and wet.
As most of us know, there are those events and news items that are just a part of the routine of life. They don't usually take on any meaningful significance, even though they can be important, like brushing your teeth or going to the bathroom. Then there is the next level that is relatively important; landing a better job, getting rescued out of the US, or having your TV die. Finally, there are the really important things, the milestones; things you remember for the rest of your life. With this link you want to note two things; the following comments, which give us a cross spectrum insight into what people really think and the very odd comment that reads, “thousands of fake followers, were receiving her updates”. If they are fake then they are not real, yes? Then how do they receive the updates, if they are not there? Am I missing something? Are they using fake followers who 'are there'? In that case there would be some amount of uproar, given the likely truth that all heavily saturate, adult diaper facsimiles are loaded with the specific commentary.
The comments tell us something we should probably already know and some of us do. Twitter is heavily promoted by certain powerful forces as an 'it thing'; a must have life option. It's an intentional effort and device, created to dumb down the general awareness. It's hard to miss the essential meaning of 'Twit' but, obviously that is just what a Twit would do, no? There are a number of cultural movements and agendas that are receiving massive face time, which are not a general public interest and which, quite often are not in the public good. Think about some of the hot button items that show up just about every day and only serve the interests of those whose intent is to destroy the culture and which most people don't concern themselves about and don't support across the board. However, shoehorning these things into the general consciousness and relentlessly profiling them in a particular light, has the effect of eventually putting a lot of 'challenged objective thinkers' into the reflex affirmation column.
I recognize that the use of Twitter would upgrade my recognition factor. I think there might even be someone doing that on their own. I could also go out on to a public street and expose myself to passersby and that would increase my recognition factor too, but not in ways I am generally accustomed to and not in a direction I am willing or likely to go, no matter what the public outcry for me to do it might be. Every time someone asks me to do this, I gently demur, not wanting to hurt their feelings or kill their hope. Only a really non empathetic person would do something like this.
Twitter is a great deal like going out on the street and exposing yourself. It's got a certain pornographic flavor and it's fantastic for the people who write like this; “r u in”? Why you would actually be texting someone in such a private moment is beside the point, because if anyone were to be actually doing this kind of thing, it would be them. The culture has finally reached the dimensions and appearance where, if you don't understand it, you can most definitely roll it in flour and look for the wet spots. I try to use a wide angle lens, when I'm going for the big picture because I can get the full effect. I don't recommend engaging in this sooner than an hour before mealtime. When it comes to specifics, I narrow my focus, so that the item under consideration is the only thing in the frame. Sometimes that still requires a wide angle lens. Using Louise Mensch as a poster girl for the article mentioned in the first paragraph is easy to understand, once you study her politics.
The biggest problem in the culture these days ...and something that Twitter speaks to, both in terms of motive and effect, is the present condition where most people cannot trace the pathway from A to D, or even to C. I used those keys in the construction of my last classical composition, entitled “Blow me in Asia Minor”. It has elements that remind one of John Cage being pressed through the piano strings on a Bechstein Grand. As much as I have often wished to hear this, it did not, so far as I know, occur ...but I have a powerful imagination.
Keeping in mind the track from A to D, I submit for your consideration, planned obsolescence, light bulbs that don't burn out, cars that just run and run, as well as parts manufacture and assembly standards that do not exist but could and should. Throw in the reverse engineered Kundalini practices being promoted and a discerning mind might soon come around to the conclusion that someone, or several someones, is/are engaged in a calculated war against human dignity and all of the values and virtues we are heir to.
If you can't get from A to D and A to B are your usual parameters of apprehension, you are easily hoodwinked and deceived. You are very likely to go into a state of confusion when presented with Shit and Shinola at the same time and probably don't notice that the hand never leaves the wrist. Classic misdirection, attended by a reduction in intelligence, awareness and motivation, speaks to a dire and certain fate. The only question that needs be asked is, do you wish to be a willing party in the conspiracy of your own self destruction? Are you willing to feed your children to Baal and Moloch too? As a card carrying Basilisk, I don't “trouble my beautiful mind” with this sort of thing but maybe some of you should. It's a personal decision in any case. If you want to join the Organization of American States of Degeneracy, no one is going to stop you. If you are intent upon being a member of the Unaligned Federation of Dumbass, that's your call. It's probably a big help during mating season.
It's six of one and half a dozen of another to the bad shepherds, whether they are clubbing Dodo Birds or baby seals and just another alternative in the seasonal, assisted migration of Lemmings. They are motivated because there are Nobel and Pulitzer Prizes at the end of their efforts. ♫There's something happening here♫. Well, the wakeup buzzer went off in the music decades ago and it took them some years to get Disco off the drawing board, followed by The Mouseketeer clones and then Rap. This is all a progression, similar to something John Cage might have had in mind, or that Jean Genet could have written about, if there had been more Warhol in his Walpole ...but Andy wasn't even around yet. It's the kind of thing that Alexandre Deschaumes might have come up with, had there been more Robert Maplethorpe in his conjugal, succubi visitations. There's a reason that some people might want to control the art world. You have to remember that none of these things are actually true, even if they are absolutely true, because they will tell you that they are not and concrete facts be damned. Some will tell you, it's poor form even to bring these things up because it makes all the chicken hearts nervous about their place in line at the glory hole, not to mention, missing the usual golden shower on alternating Saturday nights.
Twitter is the culture in the shitter. It's something you might take the music from an old James Brown song and put new words to, “Say it Loud, I'm Dumb and I'm Proud”. People take pride in their ability to come across as more trivially informed than the competition. The game Trivial Pursuit has now morphed into life imitating game theory. Tens of millions are looking for Jesus to drop kick them between the goalposts of life.
Religion has devolved the parishioners into organ grinder monkeys with a side of fries. You wash that down with a pork Slurpee and you're good for a night on the town. Go on, shake your ass, you've earned it. The sparks are jumping off of the rooftop of Department of Controversial Tweets. Breaking news is on the doorstep of every moment, in between all of the moments when you might have had a moment to think about how you got from Point A to Point D. A diploma from F.U. is no guarantee that you'll get to play with the big boys, unless you're a born again fluffer. It's not all that different than following the elephant, with a broom and pan, as you wait for your big break in the business. Too many of us are Lana Turners, dreaming on the counter stool at Schwab's Drugstore. Don't be deterred by the fact that it never happened. Your chances weren't any good to begin with but the consolation is that shit happens and that's not always a bad thing, depending on the state of your digestive system.
One thing you can be sure of is that the more a culture stays exposed to unnatural conditions, the more vermin show up. You can take it's temperature by counting the cockroaches and rats that feed off the efflorescence.
Some might take me to task for what seems like harping on certain subject but too much superficial focus and too much importance placed on trivia, is life threatening and I'll tell you why. There is the enduring and the temporary. If your attention is mostly on the latter then you have little contact with the former. You are also easily swept away by the brooms of change, when the latter goes into the dustpan. If you are not anchored in one place, you will definitely go to the other. Make what symbolic parallels you wish out of this. Twitter, like so many things in these times, is a weapon against your continuing survival. This is in the same way that dietary ignorance and excess means little in the short run and a great deal in the long run. Why is it that people can insist that what is happening right in front of their faces is not even taking place? It's for the same reasons that they believe absurd lies about things that make them willing victims. They believe that the path of truth and courage, is far more dangerous than the course of running with blinders. The opposite is and has always been what is so. You can either pretend you have friends or you can make friends. It depends on the criteria by which you define the word, or anything at all.
'Without a Clue' is track no. 11 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
The Dog Poet has written the Sirius Song and it will be up in a couple of days. Here are the lyrics;
the dogs are howling
they're howling for you
you are awakening
the scriptures are true
Poncho Moonlight is under the dog star
Silky Lilly Nelson is sitting there too
Sirius is sending us help from the heavens
What does it mean? ahroooooooooooooo!
Canis major, howl for me darling
The voice of the Devas is never wrong
I love the music but the words are magic
as they dance in the measures of the Sirius song
I see the ships of the new Ulysses
the ancient poet is no longer blind
a golden age is rising from the ruins
Rise up with it or get left behind
Lemuria whispers as we stand and deliver
On the roulette wheel of fickle time
all of the answers are below the surface
I got yours and you got mine
I had a dream about the death of empires
saw the smoke and burning as they passed away
a clean serenity within in the embers
as the sun is rising on a brand new day
Remember the past for a fortunate future
Tara weaves her colors inside the lines
Tighten your sails in this brilliant morning
Listen to the captain speaking in your mind
I'm on the bridge of the starship leaving
headed for that cluster in the distant sky
There is no joy like the promises fulfilling
and singing in the planets as we glide by
This weeks radio show is now up and the right one is there; our apologies for the temporary confusion. It's all fixed now.
Thank yous to one and all for your great information on animal seizures and your compassionate responses; somewhat less gratitude for thinking I'm a borderline intellect, or unaware of basic things.