Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Man with no Heart, Wishes for a Brain

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be on your face.

Well, in the interest of full disclosure, my leaving here has deeper reasons than have been public until now. The thing is, I've met another woman. She's much, much younger than me but a truly angelic being of high morals and demure persona. She's a gifted writer of cutting edge perception and she's thrown her life and her career into the wind for me. She just came into a lot of money; that doesn't hurt and she'll be relocating with me to take a position in my band. She plays the keyboards. Ultimately though, what attracted me to her is the similarity in our lifestyles. Because of this, she understands me and fully supports my work and whatever it is that I engage in. Sometimes we wake up and don't even know where we are because of the power of the connection. What's so beautiful is that we can often see our connection, coming through the door of this hotel suite in Zurich, where she is presently working through the day on a tome of substances and styles. It's going to be a very successful effort. Here are some pictures of her and a bit of a bio.

Go easy on me. I'm in a very vulnerable state right now, I should mention that Susanne totally approves of this relationship. She has from the start. She says we were made for each other. To paraphrase Lou Gehrig, simply because I might get a word wrong, “today I consider myself one of the luckiest men on Earth:” Rats! Rats! It's April 3rd. I lost 2 days somewhere. Where does the time go? I can feel the days bleeding between my fingers like sand, or even water. Next thing you know, I'm standing on a beach (grin).

Okay, the band plays, “Hail to the Thief” as the figure head chief, for one of the biggest crime organizations in the country, steps out onto the court. Lebron James he ain't. This succinctly sums up the presidency of Horatio Q. Numbnuts, underboss in the Israeli mafia, run by capo di tutti (fruitti) capo, Icepick Netanyahu. He got the nickname from a penchant of his, always followed by the comment, “Do you hear any better now”? Nettie, is affectionately double nicknamed by his adoring supporters with the handle of another famous monster from Loch Ness; Nettie is known as the monster of Tel Aviv. People have trouble understanding what's going on over there, so they've set up an information kiosk in Germany. When they first said the word 'box' in the headline, I was thinking of a pine box, which definitely would have been more fitting. Anyway, they hate Germany because the Germans are intelligent and honest; two qualities that they despise in goyim. Nettie has a little routine he likes to do whenever he is discussing matters that have to do with Goyim handing. He 'll imitate the sound of a whip cracking and start singing ♫Head 'em up move 'em out, Head 'em up, move 'em out, Rawhide!!!♫ One of Nettie's favorite pastimes is shooting skeet in Gaza. They built this large skeet launcher and load Palestinian children, sometimes women, on to it and then the fun begins. Yeehah!

The man with no heart is wishing for a brain, Yes, Dr. Drone Death would like a brain. He probably should go see the wizard. He can't shoot a basketball for shit but but he's definitely ringing the bell up on the big scoreboard of death. The thing about war, like in the drug business and most all criminal enterprises is that the competition always gets better and more inventive too, ♫as time goes by♫

An idea occurred to me about the bankers and politicians. They need a reality TV show because good things can happen. I really don't get why they call something like this a tragedy. It certainly looks more like a blessing to me. Oh yeah, before I forget. As most people coming around here know I am drawn to those insightful and intellectual women and it was a near miss that I made my other choice instead of playing Susie Home-wrecker with this Mensa candidate. I envisioned us talking about Proust and Gide while we sordid out the other details that make most relationships the humid mangrove swamp they become, until rage and disappointment set the place on fire. For those of you deeply interested in this sort of thing, I recommend the right sidebar of this article where you can study the lives and styles of contemporary icons.

Tim Robbins has been in some good flicks. Some of them go under the radar. I don't know if that applies to The Player; an excellent film of the kinds of things that go on in Hollywood but there's this one exchange between Robbins and this other cut throat producer. The other guy says to Robbins, on his mobile phone. “I gotta go, I'm late for an AA meeting”. Robbins replies, “I didn't know you were an alcoholic”. The producer answers, “I'm not but that's where all the important deals are being made these days”. It's an excellent film if you want to give it a shot.

So, why am I all over the map today? I'm trying to give a fractured portrait of the varieties of crazy shit and purposeless lives of those who think they're in the driver's seat. Integrity is a funny thing and it doesn't matter if people think you have it or not. What matters is if you do have it. It was the absence of this very thing (according to my understanding) that Yeats was talking about in that part of the poem where he says “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”, There are all kinds of integrity, like 'structural integrity'. It's an actual power, or place. Without it, several other things go missing that depend on it's presence...

To quote Nietzsche; “those whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad”. That is one of the truest things ever said and you can see it all around you and especially in those who prance about under the spotlight, distinguishing themselves by conspicuous consumption and an operative indifference to the needs of others. When the smoldering rage of the 'pushed beyond endurance' of the public begins to glow with incandescent fury, there are many who will come to know the meaning of things they were disinterested in and oblivious of. There are cosmic laws. There are laws of Nature and there are human laws. When human laws become comical, tragic and absurd, they vibrate off of these other laws and certain archetypes are activated to address the lack of balance. These forces are cyclopean and unwavering in the execution of their basic imperative. Time for a little Lao Tzu;

Lao Tzu


“A realm is governed by ordinary acts,
A battle is governed by extraordinary acts;
The world is governed by no acts at all.
And how do I know?
This is how I know.
Act after act prohibits
Everything but poverty,
Weapon after weapon conquers
Everything but chaos,
Business after business provides
A craze of waste,
Law after law breeds
A multitude of thieves.
Therefore a sensible man says:
If I keep from meddling with people, they take care of themselves,
If I keep from commanding people, they behave themselves,
If I keep from preaching at people, they improve themselves,
If I keep from imposing on people, they become themselves.


The less a leader does and says
The happier his people,
The more a leader struts and brags
The sorrier his people.
Often what appears to be unhappiness is happiness
And what appears to be happiness is unhappiness.
Who can see what leads to what
When happiness appears and yet is not,
When what should he is nothing but a mask
Disguising what should not be? Who can but ask
An end to such a stupid plot!
Therefore a sound man shall so square the circle
And circle the square as not to injure, not to impede:
The glow of his life shall not daze,
It shall lead”

I couldn’t find the one where he says, basically that people are best off when they are barely aware that their leader exists, worse off when they admire him, worse still when they fear him and it is at its very worst when they despise and ridicule him. Where would you say we are in this present time?

Obviously, the majority of evils on this planet, are being generated by bankers and those seeking maximum profit, without conscience or concern, for the effect of their carnivorous grasping upon other life forms. These evil men and women will engage in anything that will bring them an appreciable return and those things so odious that they cannot possibly attach their names to, they finance and invest in, sub rosa. Once you head down that road into the darkness, there are no limits to what you are capable of. I have never been a part of any of this. I have found it impossible to integrate into it or even to live peacefully alongside it. I have no real interest in it and I won't miss most of it when it goes. It seems to me that the sanest course is to go somewhere where people live in accord with Nature. End of story.

End (of ) Transmission (too).......

Visible sings: Almost A Capella by Les Visible♫ Right Thru My Heart ♫
'Right Thru My Heart' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Almost A Capella by Les Visible


Visible said...

I could just see my detractors rubbing their sweaty little palms together while reading the first paragraph, cackling, "Oh, we got him now".

Sadly, some will read it and take it as a literal reality, probably because they don't have one.

Anonymous said...

some will never "get it"...

Isaiah 3 comes to mind

really liked Arlington Road...

but then those Fumbling Bunglers Incorporated couldn't find their cheeks with both hands...

7 to 1 isn't bad odds...

you know

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Well, congratulations on finding a true soul mate. May the rest of your tenure here run as smooth as it can.

the gardener said...

That article on your new girlfriend was a good one on what goes on when your 'father is a psychiatrist and mom is a psychotherapist' emphasis on 'psycho'. Maybe her book will detail her MK upbringing in the 'rich Maryland neighborhood' she quickly bailed from via drugging by daddy dearest at age 12... a little partying details of the 'rich and famous' in DC too? is always a rich hodgepodge of info. Shows everyone what it takes to make it in this world. Comments all seem to get it about this woman and how it works.

the gardener

Anaughty Mouser said...

Good one Les. Full resonance here.

The meaning of life is love in all it's permutations. Sex is just to solidify the love we have with our significant other. Sex and materialism are worthless compared with/with out love.


Anonymous said...

"people are best off when they are barely aware that their leader exists, worse off when they admire him, worse still when they fear him and it is at its very worst when they despise and ridicule him. Where would you say we are in this present time?"

Depends on who is considered "leader:"

Mr. Obama? In round numbers, 50% of Americans still support him. (Admire him?) If you consider only adults, that must be over 100 million people.

The real leaders? I would think that the vast majority of Americans are barely aware of the true leaders, hidden as they are. If so, they are "best off" in their total ignorance of reality.

Visible said...

Here's that Lao Tzu comment I was looking for,

"A leader is best
When people barely know that he exists,
Not so good when people obey and acclaim him,
Worst when they despise him.
'Fail to honor people,
They fail to honor you;'
But of a good leader, who talks little,
When his work is done, his aim fulfilled,
They will all say, 'We did this ourselves".

Anaughty Mouser said...


A documentary revealing oil and gas companies are fracking and poisoning the drinking water all over America.

They are lying for money.

This is sick in every meaning of the word.

Visible said...

You know, there's one thing that happens around here, or I should say, that doesn't happen around here that mystifies me. Whenever I do something funny, or 'try' to paint an amusing picture of someone, or something, there's like zero reaction. All of the comments just head on into the usual territory.

For awhile, the first comment was often someone putting in a news link that had nothing to do with the article. Well, everything's okay and moving right along but I do notice things (grin).

wiggins said...

Nice spoof a few suckers going.

Visible said...

Okay! Well, I hope so. I know there are those who troll my every word looking for something to come against me with. The most amusing thing is that 'all' of the few negative comments I get are from anonymous. For some reason they do not want me to know who they are. it goes without saying that they don't know who they are either but it is quite ironic.

I always use my name whenever I say something and wherever I say something. It's come to my attention that there are some number of people who don't realize that my name is Les Visible, as stated on my passport and driver's license and all else and has been for nearly 20 years and I went by that name for a long time before I changed it too.

Ah well, on it goes.

Anonymous said...

I just wanted to say you had me fooled for a couple of moments !!!!!
AND The Player is a really great movie if you're looking for a good laugh !!!
Well done, Les :-)

niijii said...

Nature is a beast of a lover like no other. Just when you think you've kinda figured her out she'll throw you a curve that'll make you want to hit yourself on the head with a bat. She'll turn tears of joy to sadness in a blink of an eye. Sex, birth, death, over and over, crimson and clover. Not much love to be found. When something is eating something you don't like it's good. When it's eating something you like it's bad. The same hilltop tree that shelters you from the noonday sun might electrocute you in a storm. She'll turn you into a killer! Please don't come here.

Probably's best to go to a big ole city, heard the grass is green and the girls are pretty, or was it petty. They might taste like perfume though. Sure oughta be safer there if a rabid bear comes.

Best to all, be very careful what you wish for.

Em (M. Rocknest) said...

I read. I scrunched up my forehead. I opened the link -- more scrunching. Then I read your April date line. I thought that's not fair doing April Fools jokes late but I laughed anyway. I'm not the quickest thinker by any stretch but I do appreciate funny stuff. I do such heavy duty reading (no doubt too many hours a day) that I sometimes go over to the Daily Mail just to read something I will not have to strain to retain because it's so insane, what with that Kardashian nonsense and all. There are sometimes interesting articles there though. I enjoy reading things like lambs in wooly jumpers.

I love that you are feeling frisky and upbeat these days, Vis. I just want to let you know that I finished collecting Neil's poems from Smoking Mirrors and Esteban is almost finished the other two blogs. He will be sending everything along to you very soon. It's been sweet networking with Esteban and poignant re-reading Neil's poems as I was doing my "word searching for peace".

neal said...

Sorry you are off the market. My cousin is tall and blond, the six fingers, toes, and double rows of teeth, she likes to play. I swear I only kissed her a few times, could not go any farther, there was that whole your kids will be rotten, and lay waste to the world of man thing, been there, done that.

She does like you, though. She showed up a few nights ago with that saucer entourage and asked for some lego engineering of some certain mountains, just for you, they are islands at the time.

She is still on the market, unwed and such, but black eyed teenagers are some baggage, they always want you to perform tricks, being an uncle is much better, you get more excuses to be somewhere else.

Piling up rocks, that and a dollar gets a cup of coffee. The ones that become profit centers, get flamed. Better to go swimming, more cousins, they smell like fish, not chicken. At least not when they are home.

Ty said...

You said quote "Sadly, some will read it and take it as a literal reality, probably because they don't have one."

And yesterday "I don't lie. If there are conflicting opinions about something you may be sure that I am the one telling the truth (grin). I know how that sounds but it is so."

Hey Shakespeare, I am not here to belittle or demean you, but as much as I find the first paragraph & article is comical and very hard to believe, then again you often tell us that you never lie and I tend to trust your word. What is your demonstrative purpose of this? Please correct me if I am wrong but as far as I can recall, over the previous month or so, and perhaps longer you have not spoken about the divine at any of the blogs, and Visible Origami appears to me slowly becoming a new Smoking Mirror adopting many temporal distractions going on in the world... whats up with that? Do you feel that the urgency of the times occasionally demands more attention than the indwelling authority? Since my K awakening I have had many perceptual shifts and habitual changes which others may not understand, so if this is the case for you, I can relate. I mean no harm, I am just curious.

While searching around the web yesterday read a beautiful old Origami post that left shivers going up my spine, Love and how to Reach it. Something I thought others here might enjoy as well.



Anonymous said...

Can that chick be any more screwed up? Geez.


Visible said...

To Whom it may concern. If I have to say "for the purpose of demonstration' one more time in respect of everything I say and do I'm going to climb right thorough some of your computer monitors and severely beat you around the head and shoulders with a dense foam bat.

Yes I have changed the style of the different blogs, merging, in order to talk MORE about the divine on all of those pages instead of just one. At the same time, if I don't include topical information certain web sites won't link me and I don't reach a whole lot of readers, which is my purpose in doing this.

I'd have to say that I'm pleased with some number of you and disappointed in some number of you that can't see the forest for the trees. It's always been, take what you can use and leave the rest around here.

The divine puts me into situations for a very good reason; not that I know what that is but I almost always come out of these things more together, more consistent and sometimes I even get a promotion.

I know it's hard to understand what's going on sometimes. Imagine how I feel. Bear with me and we will ride those horses and we will come out of this better than we went in; all of us.

Laura said...

I have noticed that as well, how the comments sometimes have no relation to what you have written, Vis, including after a particularly powerful and profound expression, no matter which blog. It's as if the piece written has not been read at all, or not absorbed, and we have links that bear no connection.......

It is a challenging role to bear one's soul and then be analyzed and dissected under the proverbial some do......but grand that some do not and we co-create as much divine wonder as we are able....

We now have a merging...Visible Origami behind the Smoking Mirror rising up from the Petri Dish, and we are enriched by golden nuggets in each blog.

With love, in grace ~

Visible said...

Thank you Laura. You're a steady and balanced force with a true heart. There are some number of you here that make this place the engaging and welcoming environment that it is. I play only a part in all of this, no more or less than any other.

I can feel the burn sometimes when people make outrageous claims about me or tell deliberate untruths. I try not to do this and I believe that most people know. I literally spend every hour of the day, working on myself and trying to improve myself, under the tutelage of my master. It's a slow go and in some cases a no go because I have to remain in certain states of awareness for the purpose of what I do here. I understand some things about what's going on that I just can't say but... as things proceed, revelation will continue apace (grin).

Time for Visible to hit the bunkhouse.

Anonymous said...

neal [comment #15] @ Wednesday, April 03, 2013 9:23:00 PM

Your post today is so atypical of you!

It reminds me of “Mrs Doubtfire” and her going for the kill comment. Just a thought.


Parzival said...

Enjoyed that whimsical bit @ the start of your daily. This quote was really funny from the "bio" "...She added: 'I'm not a happy person. I'm a narcissist, but I hate myself..."

Anonymous said...

pierre said..

well it got me hooked, so that makes me a Hookee as opposed to Hooker. so I cant post my inane monty python (you lucky bastard) comment now. sad.

and glad, the bottle of red arrived in the mail yesterday, I get more financial security as long as the system holds up and (monty again) I don't get better, which I will continue to try to do.

and wonder if you are pulling the legs of helpless vulnerable sissy self victimising, humorless, inflexible dogmatists. and I was so happy for you looking at those photos of the now ex-new-never girlfriend from Mars (and Venus was her name but we called her Rose).
"Those Woemans must love you, you lucky bastard, RosaCrucifiction is too good for you".

wv: htsadva . a bar mitzva that got out of control.

Unknown said...

That was awesome. After the thought. "At least going off the deep end he won't split his noggin on the bottom of the pool" I remembered some of the more lame green man ruses from the past few days.

Good to have you back in top form.


long john said...

Oh to live on Sugar Mountain

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

Is it Real or just Passing Strange?

Anonymous said...

When I read that first paragraph I thought, "Oh God the man has
misused his super-chi to snag some crazy female child. What an
opportunity for demonstration- Visible is going to eat shit this

I know because I did it a few years ago. I was like Hannibal Lecter
gently fly fishing for a gorgeous young hippie. I landed her. It was
wrong of me, capital W wrong.

Ba ha... but on a real note, I learned everything I need to know about
sex and the human condition right here in Visiblandia, and the result
has been distance, judgement, and wisdom? Spent spring break week in
Cabo San Lucas for an obligation, packed nightclubs, young people
preening everywhere, and all I could see was mice, dogs, cats, frogs,
rats- copulating. It's all one. At the end of it all in the ariport,
the prettiest woman in the city chatted with me a while, cold sober.
It was a lovely talk.

Good one Vis. Cold blooded trick, but good one.

Matthew McCauley

the gardener said...

Excerpted from Vis' Lao Tzu quote: "...But of a good leader, who talks little,
When his work is done, his aim fulfilled,
They will all say, 'We did this ourselves"."

Something many parents go through raising their kids. Who will claim to your face that they have done it all all by their selves. (snorts)

So, I suppose a REALLY GOOD LEADER takes pleasure in their happiness of achievements and allows them to continue on thinking that, until they go through that type of leadership their selves?

In one of your posts, maybe this one(?), you talked of 'never being alone' and a good one over at Robert Phoenix's radio chat mentioned her technique of having 'the archangels come and cloak those in adversity to you and give them guidance and protection too'.

I immediately employed that suggestion and felt good with it-then feeling ever so lonely and alone-employed it with myself.

I just came in under the wings of an angel... walking in front, he behind... with wings over my sides. lol (makes me feel a lot stronger)...

I know many if not most of my comments 'don't pertain to the Vis post' ... I am the gardener. I lay down seed, water, pick weeds, mow, dead heads and harvests. Vis sets me off in either memories or actions as he seems to do with most others too. :Q

the gardener

niijii said...

Figured you're called the dog poet for a reason.

Was gonna tell you about the dog I used to have that had sex with a cat. But it was a tomcat so I didn't wanna go there.


Anonymous said...

Gee whiz, I walked right into that one.
All I could think about was 'just out of rehab, and a smoker to boot - this can not end well'.
Got me!
So glad for your optimistic and generally uplifting writing lately. The thick gloom coming thru my cyber lens can sometimes stick like wet clay. It's good to get it hosed off with a bit of bright, fresh thinking.
Thanks for all you do, and please throw out a few more hints of the refuge in the making. Can't do much except grow stuff, but...

neal said...

Was not being clever, or sarcastic. Just trying to transmit that part that gets hunted by departments of control, and extermination. Maybe transportation, stigmata, the truth as it has been given. That is funny, but deadly serious, I will not bend this memory. Some things only heal for a certain course, then, there is blood, erasure only works on those that are allowed to be recycled. The rest, well, cups run over, and over.



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