tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37820172024-02-28T11:29:59.292+00:00the phatic filesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-42075043506434623132016-01-12T11:10:00.000+00:002016-01-12T11:11:24.804+00:00When you have PrimoRATZ up your backside... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was a lovely day in January (or so phatic claimed) at most everyone minded theirs own business.<br />
"Did you know Bowie passed?" Suit asked.<br />
"The test?" phatic torted.<br />
"That joke was crueal and insesitive," Suit responded.<br />
"Yes, sorry," phatic said.<br />
Then Suit started lecturic phatic on lying and its definition.<br />
"Do," phatic said, paying attention (seemingly).<br />
"To qualify as having lied, one must (1) have made a statement that is (2) not true (3) to someone (4) that you're trying to fool," Suit said.<br />
"So if I'm just pretending to pay attention...?"<br />
"Yes?"<br />
"I haven't lied?"<br />
"Would you say that putting on a show is excempted from the notion of 'making a statement'?" Suit answered (with a question, flaunting one of the more or less unspoken imperatives.<br />
"But what is a statement?" phatic inquired.<br />
"A statement is when x utters the expression E with the intention of causing y to believe that x intended to utter E as an expression of the proposition p, which would be a standard use of E in their language," Suit said.<br />
"So it would be sufficient for someone not to be lying if he were to tell his friend it was raining so long as his intention was to get his friend to believe that the utterer thought it was raining?" phatic said (cleverly).<br />
"Eh... yes?" Suit said.<br />
"He wouldn't have to KNOW it was raining?" phatic said driving the point home.<br />
"No, it would be sufficient that he bleieved it was raining at that THAT was what he intended his friend to believe," Suit explained patiently.<br />
"WHat if he knew it was raining but didn't believe it?" phatic said non-deceptively.<br />
"Now you're moorish," Suit exclaimed.<br />
"Well, what would be the non-deceptive statement to make? 'I believe it's not raining [but it is]' or 'It's raining' even though the utterer didn't actually believe it?"<br />
"Well, you're clearly comfy on the moors, rain or not. How did you come up with that stoopid title of this post, anyways?" Suit said as a way to try to get phatic to believe (rightly) that he (Suit) was trying to get him (the writer of this irritating post) to STOP WRITING!<br />
"It's named after a famous case study by Freud -- on a patient who thought he had rats up his backside -- and NOT Primoratz, who made the definition of lying," the writer wrote.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-27234595746746204422015-10-12T14:24:00.001+00:002015-10-12T14:24:10.192+00:00the path #1"belief is what you have that has yet to receive a name";
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<br>the path according to phatic
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<br>More: <a href="mailto:phatic@diasp.eu">phatic@diasp.eu</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-25840533466183114932015-09-01T16:27:00.001+00:002015-09-01T16:27:58.730+00:00after nihilism, or The day Superman got something in his eye <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It was a fine morning and Superman was out surveilling the eastern seaboard of his native land (not Krypton). Then he was called to the Mullah's office. When he (Supermn) arrived it was already past noon. Gathered in the Holy Sanctimony of Mullah the Supreme Knower of All Things Earthly and Divine, was not only the Mullah and his self, but also his secretary, his secretary\s secretary, and his secretary's sectretary's undersecretary. It was a meeting that would be thoroughly documented.<br />
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The Mullah opened by asking what Superman believed in.
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"Believe in?" Supe said.
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"Are you a man of the Church?" the Mullah continued.
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"Well, I digest as much of the commonly circulated scripture as any man, so..."
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"Don't go on, Supe," the Mullah interrupted. "Let's test your powers of deduction. What if..." and here the Mullah raised his one eyebrow slightly, which made him seem the more cleverer, "what if tomorrow the scripture would be abandoned for some reason or other, say we'd no longer perceive it the same way due to some event or such, what it the whole scaffolding that supported your everyday life was torn down..."
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"Yes, yes..." Supe retorted impatiently.
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"If some such event happened, who would then supply your values?"
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"Would that not be Supe his self," squeeked the lowest of the Mullah's undersecretaries.
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"Shut up, you fool," said the Mullah's secretary. "Take notes, that's what you're paid for, and let Supe do the thinking with his Over-brain."
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"Well, it certainly couldn't be _I_, as _I_ wuz made by the scripture that you so thoroughly refuted," Supe said.
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"That's very true," the Mullah said, waiting for the punch line to thishere tail.
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"So if _I_ didn't make my values, and they're not originated in Scripture, then who made them?"
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-46964981417764175832015-09-01T16:26:00.001+00:002015-09-01T16:26:56.328+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
phatic (<a href="https://diasp.eu/people/311de6f029a60133759e5404a6b20780">phatic@diasp.eu</a>) is migrating his micro blogging to http://www.diaspora.org/ Be advised of the phatic files (<a href="http://phatic.blogspot.com/">http://phatic.blogspot.com/</a>) -- ongiong updates on things #phatic</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-1026069701236731622015-06-11T13:51:00.001+00:002015-06-11T13:51:54.779+00:00phatic unburdens hisselfAs phatic's 14th birthday was coming up (September this year), B Suit -- acknowledging his young friend's suboptimal mood -- he (Suit) sat him (phatic) down at the Limit Bar & Grill, 255 Florida Ave., Fla, The United States of America.
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<br>"What seems to be on your mind, my friend. You seem dejected and emasculative."
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<br>"Well," said phatic, "I know it's soon phatic's [he would at time refer to hisself in the third person singular or plural (or both)] birthday, and all..."
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<br>"Yes," Suit's interjected, "yous were born 14 yers ago, with the inception of the Canon Factory (later closed), and at the mercy of the powers that may be (or not) emigrated through the desert of Nile (in supplement to the high seas) to the blogosphere..."
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<br>"In deed," phatic continued, "you speak the truth, parrhesiastically, nd for that you should be referenced."
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<br>Suit sipped his spirits.
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<br>"However, you encuired aboud the cause and conditions of our dejection?"
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<br>"That is correct."
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<br>"The fact [although there really are no bare facts] is that is has to do with my father and father."
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<br>"Yes?" B Suit raised his eyebrows.
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<br>"Their not on speaking tearms."
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<br>"THey're arguing."
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<br>"Not strictly speaking," phatic said. "As they don't converse an argument is constitutively excluded."
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<br>"Very true," Suit said, somewhat on the thither side of his assigned rôle in thishere story.
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<br>"...which raises a Lacanian problematic," phatic concluded.
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<br>"Don't conclude just yet," Suit introjected meta-phiolosphically. "Which side of Lacan refers to you?"
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<br>"Is phatic [here he was referring to hisself again] exposed to a split in the Big Other ... or not? In ther words, or lack of such, is there an expression of desire or just Bad Mood?"
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<br>The friends fell silent briefly. The Suit finished his drink, got up and said,
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<br>"You should maximin their mood, I suppose. Let's go to the Bank. I've got a deposit to make."
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<br>And with that the two interlocutors left the Limit Bar & Grill.
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<br>A. Woodland (fiancé)
<br>Fla
<br>On behalf of the phatic editoriumUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-50813335669688323192015-05-13T18:49:00.001+00:002015-06-09T14:03:02.133+00:00Up to the Limit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One afternoon B Suit and his fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, decided to go for a relaxing evening at the local club, the Limit. What they didn't know -- could not in fact have known, as it was a last minute alter(n)ation -- was that playing this very evening was famed Teutonic outfit Accept, featuring leather clad falsetto vocalist Uuuuuu-do DirkSCNEIDER.
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As B Suit and A Woodland settled with their Cuba Librés, Accept took to the stage, the modest -- but highly VOCAL -- crowd greeting them, cheering UUUUUU-Do, UUUUU-Do, etc.
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Herr DirkSCNEIDER pierced the room with the following _liedl_:
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Do me a favour and leave me alone
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The most I love you is when you're gone
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Please, disappear and don't come back
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I'm not the kind of guy you can check
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All I can say -- out of my way
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Before I get to the top
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All I can feel is wild running blood
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Please stop -- you better watch it
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It's getting up to the limit
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Up to the limit, etc.
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with appropriate Teuton accent.
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B Suit and A Woodland agreed they'd had a fine evening at the Limit.
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"Fortunately there was no POLITICAL commentary," Suit remarked as they returned _zu ghause_.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-79525451064975106742015-05-02T11:22:00.001+00:002015-05-02T11:22:28.432+00:00From Fla to the End of the WorldOne morning at B Suit's home, Florida Rd, Fla, Suit's fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, makes a peculiar request.
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<br>"I want you to go to the World's End for me," she sais.
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<br>"The World's End?" Suit asks, requring a confirmation [validation to some].
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<br>"In deed," A Woodland responds.
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<br>The following week B Suit had the mayor of World's End, N d Cusa, take his picture in front of the TOwn Hall, sporting a large sign with the inscription WORLD'S END.
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<br>"Now you've reached the World's End, and here's a picture to prove it," N d Cusa said, handing the cell phone (with a camera) back to Suit, who -- without further ado -- stored the image on his hard drive.
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<br>On his return to Florida Rd, Fla, Suit shows the photograph (or pix, as they says in Fla), to his fiancée, the lovely A woodland.
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<br>"Here, now you see. I went to the World's End, on your request," Suit sais with not a small measure of hurt pride in his voice.
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<br>A Woodhouse considers her options for a moment, before answering,
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<br>"Well, you didn't have to take it that _literally_."
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<br>phatic
<br>here, there & everywhereUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-89327658738332403742015-02-15T13:05:00.001+00:002015-02-15T13:05:02.928+00:00Note from Artist<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:Courier New, courier, monaco, monospace, sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div>Cornelis Vreeswijk, "Perry, my mate, at the Welfare Council"</div><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4442" style="" class="">"Howzit, assistant, you see,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4441" style="" class="">It's the same story as yesterday.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4440" style="" class="">I need some dough for a sandwich and a pint,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4439" style="" class="">If you'd give me a buck I give my best<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4438" style="" class="">To the welfare council, and promise and abate<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4437" style="" class="">Not to spend it on vodka," said Perry, my mate.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4436" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4435" style="" class="">"Nope," said the assistant, harsh and with zest,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4434" style="" class="">"Not a dime will get out of these coffers,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4433" style="" class="">It won't help with prayers or complaints,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4432" style="" class="">A nickel for the subway and two food stamps is what you'll get.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4431" style="" class="">And if you get here tomorrow, arrive in sober state,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4430" style="" class="">Why don't you kiss my ass," said Perry, my mate.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4429" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4428" style="" class="">I met Perry by the subway station,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4427" style="" class="">And when he'd explained his situation<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4426" style="" class="">We rode into town on the southern track<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4425" style="" class="">And finally arrived at "The Gilded Solemnity"<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4424" style="" class="">But when we'd sat there for a while<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4423" style="" class="">The assistant who snubbed Perry arrive.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4422" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4421" style="" class="">"Howzit, assistant! You're most welcome here,"<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4420" style="" class="">Said Perry, smelling conspicuously of booze.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4419" style="" class="">"Yuck," the assistant said moderately,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4418" style="" class="">"Imagine eyeing Perry in this den of sin. <br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4417" style="" class="">Who would have thought this was within your rate?"<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4416" style="" class="">"Why don't you give a damn," said Perry, my mate.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4415" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4414" style="" class="">"Last time we met," Perry said, "I was anti-social,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4413" style="" class="">But now I'm at home in the house of Solemnity.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4412" style="" class="">Here we're equals, you know,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4411" style="" class="">Red and blue, bony and corpulent.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4410" style="" class="">If you can keep your word, you're a man who can swim,,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4409" style="" class="">And if you can't, then talk to him."<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4408" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4407" style="" class="">And when Perry said "him", he pointed<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4406" style="" class="">generously at yours truly.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4405" style="" class=""><br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4404" style="" class="">Perry and the assistant and I, that makes three<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4403" style="" class="">were drinking at my expense, fellow man,<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4402" style="" class="">That's how things work within society<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4401" style="" class="">If someone is unable, some one else pays<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4400" style="" class="">"It doesn't matter who's got a clean slate --<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4399" style="" class="">But cheers to capital!" said Perry, my mate.<br id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4398" style="" class=""><div><a id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4163" href="http://artists.letssingit.com/cornelis-vreeswijk-lyrics-polaren-par-pa-socialen-gt8crk8"></a></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_4854"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1424005304338_5042" dir="ltr">Translated by Artist<br></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-47811356838667575222015-01-04T21:27:00.000+00:002015-01-04T21:30:32.962+00:00Sv: lit-ideas Digest V12 #3<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:Courier New, courier, monaco, monospace, sans-serif;font-size:16px"><div dir="ltr" id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2744"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746">It's about, it's about relations, it's about relations of the prior kind, it's about the relations of the kind prior to the actual, it's about the relations of the actual relations of the kind prior to the current, it's about the current relations priot to the ctual.</span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2917" dir="ltr"><br><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746"></span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2918" dir="ltr"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746">Who fathered the man, prior to the actual? Who actualized the father, prior to the man? Who prioritized the actual, prior to the factual? Who related the factual prior to the actual?</span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_4419" dir="ltr"><br><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746"></span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_4420" dir="ltr"><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746">It's about, it's about how to, it's about how to imagine, it's about how to imagine the actual beyond the factual, about how to realize the current after the patrial, how to not to realize the phatual phantastisc phantasmatic</span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_4423" dir="ltr"><br><span id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_2746"></span></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_1_1420406316783_4424">Yrs,</div><div><br></div><div dir="ltr">-phatic<br></div><div class="qtdSeparateBR"><br><br></div><div style="display: block;" class="yahoo_quoted"> <div style="font-family: Courier New, courier, monaco, monospace, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> <div dir="ltr"> <font face="Arial" size="2"> Den søndag, 4. januar 2015 7.10 skrev FreeLists Mailing List Manager <ecartis@freelists.org>:<br> </font> </div> <br><br> <div class="y_msg_container">lit-ideas Digest Sat, 03 Jan 2015 Volume: 12 Issue: 003<br><br>In This Issue:<br> [lit-ideas] for sage susan lawrence, -thank you<br> [lit-ideas] RIP Miller Williams....<br> [lit-ideas] Re: RIP Miller Williams....<br> [lit-ideas] Re: Sv: lit-ideas Digest V11 #287<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>From: Adriano Palma <<a ymailto="mailto:Palma@ukzn.ac.za" href="mailto:Palma@ukzn.ac.za">Palma@ukzn.ac.za</a>><br>Subject: [lit-ideas] for sage susan lawrence, -thank you<br>Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 06:50:32 +0000<br><br><br>] Returning to her again<br><br><br><br> Sage rested on the soft<br> Sand of the trail, her mouth<br> Gaping, her tongue aquiver,<br> Her eyes half-closed, and<br> Ahead through the trees<br> Were more places to rest,<br> Sand at an easy pace.<br><br> Returning to her again<br> Waiting on along<br> Looking back my only<br> One back then again<br> I've never accepted<br> This dying of sage,<br> Finding another in her place,<br><br> And Susan<br> Waking as she once did<br> With bright eyes and clear<br> Sweet smile, but<br> A little while left<br> And we'll both begin again,<br> Or someone will.<br><br>________________________________<br>[<a href="http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png" target="_blank">http://static.avast.com/emails/avast-mail-stamp.png</a>]<<a href="http://www.avast.com/" target="_blank">http://www.avast.com/</a>><br><br><br>This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software.<br>www.avast.com<<a href="http://www.avast.com/" target="_blank">http://www.avast.com/</a>><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>------------------------------<br><br>Subject: [lit-ideas] RIP Miller Williams....<br>From: Ursula Stange <<a ymailto="mailto:ursula@stange.com" href="mailto:ursula@stange.com">ursula@stange.com</a>><br>Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 13:36:26 -0500<br><br>The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course. But the reason I'm posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the success of poems. So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity. <br><a href="http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015" target="_blank">http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015</a><br><br><br><br><br>------------------------------<br><br>Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:45:34 -0600<br>Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: RIP Miller Williams....<br>From: Mike Geary <<a ymailto="mailto:jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com" href="mailto:jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com">jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com</a>><br><br>Thank you for posting that Ursula. I've been an avid, devoted fan of<br>Lucinda Williams for quite awhile, but knew nothing of her father. His<br>poems certainly do resonate in me. I will get a collection pronto. I see<br>that at some point he and his family lived in Hoxie, Ar which is about 14<br>miles south of Pocahontas, Ar where I lived for 4 years back in the 50's.<br>Wish I'd known that at the time, I would have gone a courtin' on Lucinda.<br>I think I have all her recordings. She's wonderful. Hell of a lot talent<br>between them.<br>Thanks again.<br><br><br>On Sat, Jan 3, 2015 at 12:36 PM, Ursula Stange <<a ymailto="mailto:ursula@stange.com" href="mailto:ursula@stange.com">ursula@stange.com</a>> wrote:<br><br>> The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the<br>> death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course. But the reason I'm<br>> posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below<br>> which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the<br>> success of poems. So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity.<br>><br>><br>> <a href="http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015" target="_blank">http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015</a><br>><br>><br>><br><br><br><br>------------------------------<br><br>Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:50:03 -0600<br>Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sv: lit-ideas Digest V11 #287<br>From: Mike Geary <<a ymailto="mailto:jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com" href="mailto:jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com">jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com</a>><br><br>Bravo, Lawrence.<br><br>On Thu, Jan 1, 2015 at 11:04 AM, Torgeir Fjeld <<a ymailto="mailto:torgeir_fjeld@yahoo.no" href="mailto:torgeir_fjeld@yahoo.no">torgeir_fjeld@yahoo.no</a>><br>wrote:<br><br>> The term Mindful has gone viral. Does it have any content beyond "aware"?<br>> When you have acheived your freedom -- as in having nothing left to loose<br>> -- it is time for serenity and contemplation.<br>><br>> Med vennlig hilsen / Yours sincerely,<br>><br>> Torgeir Fjeld<br>><br>> <a href="http://independent.academia.edu/TorgeirFjeld" target="_blank">http://independent.academia.edu/TorgeirFjeld</a><br>><br>><br>> Den Torsdag, 1. januar 2015 7.09 skrev FreeLists Mailing List Manager <<br>> <a ymailto="mailto:ecartis@freelists.org" href="mailto:ecartis@freelists.org">ecartis@freelists.org</a>>:<br>><br>><br>> lit-ideas Digest Wed, 31 Dec 2014 Volume: 11 Issue: 287<br>><br>> In This Issue:<br>> [lit-ideas] Sentry duty on dark nights<br>> [lit-ideas] =?us-ascii?Q?Epictetus'_influence?=<br>><br>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------<br>><br>> From: "Lawrence Helm" <<a ymailto="mailto:lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com" href="mailto:lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com">lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com</a>><br>> Subject: [lit-ideas] Sentry duty on dark nights<br>> Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 11:52:48 -0800<br>><br>><br>><br>> Coming home for weekend Liberty<br>><br>> At eighteen seemed intolerable. El Toro<br>><br>> Was nothing like the getting away<br>><br>> I had planned, months of training for<br>><br>> A short ride home? It wouldn't be<br>><br>> Like that in Korea. I planned<br>><br>> A transfer to the thirty-eighth,<br>><br>><br>><br>> But there were a few I knew<br>><br>> To drink with and not much else<br>><br>> To do even I heard at the front.<br>><br>> I had managed to get a long<br>><br>> Way from home. I stood in a pouring<br>><br>> Rain at post five on the north-east corner<br>><br>><br>><br>> Beyond a rice paddy filled to over-flowing<br>><br>> When something changed. I held my<br>><br>> M1 pointed down cloaked myself<br>><br>> In shadow and knew I'd be able<br>><br>> To see it before it saw me. On dark nights<br>><br>> Still I often enter your room and wait until<br>><br>> I see a sign that you're still breathing.<br>><br>><br>><br>><br>><br>> ---<br>> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software.<br>> <a href="http://www.avast.com/" target="_blank">http://www.avast.com</a><br>><br>><br>><br>> ------------------------------<br>><br>> From: "Lawrence Helm" <<a ymailto="mailto:lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com" href="mailto:lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com">lawrencehelm@roadrunner.com</a>><br>> Subject: [lit-ideas] =?us-ascii?Q?Epictetus'_influence?=<br>> Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 12:53:58 -0800<br>><br>><br>><br>> Attracted to Stoicism did I<br>><br>> Elide it to experience<br>><br>> Desire, or did I abandon it<br>><br>> And return to what I was<br>><br>> All along? I did not keep<br>><br>> It up. Desire for<br>><br>> You satisfied<br>><br>><br>><br>> My curiosity.<br>><br>> On the other hand<br>><br>> I have not returned<br>><br>> To Stoicism,<br>><br>> Fearing instead<br>><br>> The dread<br>><br>> Of losing you.<br>><br>><br>><br>> ---<br>> This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software.<br>> <a href="http://www.avast.com/" target="_blank">http://www.avast.com</a><br>><br>><br>><br>> ------------------------------<br>><br>> End of lit-ideas Digest V11 #287<br>> ********************************<br>><br>><br>><br>><br><br><br><br>------------------------------<br><br>End of lit-ideas Digest V12 #3<br>******************************<br><br><br><br></div> </div> </div> </div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-75441275114574748312014-12-25T23:30:00.001+00:002014-12-25T23:30:53.262+00:00The idol that is fear<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tr><td valign="top"><p dir=ltr><font size ="2"><font size ="2">We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god.</font></font></p> <p dir=ltr><font size ="2"><font size ="2">The Seventh Seal </font></font></p> <p dir=ltr><font size ="2"><font size ="2">Sendt fra Yahoo Mail på Android</font></font></p> </td></tr></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-18245982787854624342014-10-28T16:12:00.000+00:002014-10-29T19:32:33.948+00:00Forecast<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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General Mother Teresa<br />
Emperor Dalai Lama XIV<br />
Chief of Staff Thich Nhat Hanh<br />
Army Chaplain John Paul II<br />
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followed by the shades of Ghandi<br />
Sakharov, Sartre & his uncle<br />
Albert Schweitzer<br />
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went to the bombed out streets<br />
talked to Moslem Bosnians in<br />
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parlayed with Croatian & Serbian Generals & Parliament<br />
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asked them to quit shooting & firing<br />
artillery from the mountainside<br />
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overlooking villages<br />
emptied of grandmothers --<br />
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So now there was quiet -- a few fires<br />
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a few corpses stank in wet fields<br />
-- But who owns these houses? The<br />
cinema theatres with broken doors?<br />
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Who owns that grocery store, that City Hall,<br />
that windowless school with broken<br />
rooftiles?<br />
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Who owns these little apartments, now<br />
all worshippers of Allah<br />
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pray in towns besieged 100 miles away<br />
overcrowded in tenements & tents, with<br />
UN portosans at the crossroads?<br />
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Who owns these abandoned alleys &<br />
drugstores with shattered bottle shards over<br />
the sidewalk & inside the door?<br />
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Who'll be the judge, attorney, file<br />
legal briefs,<br />
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bankruptcy papers, affidavits of ownership,<br />
deeds, old tax receipts?<br />
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Who'll council who lives where in the rubble,<br />
who'll sleep in what brokenwalled hut<br />
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in the full moonlight when spring clouds<br />
pass over the face<br />
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(1) does decreasing government spending in times of Great Recession renew economic growth?<br />
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(2) the dismal track record of austerity policies over the course of their long history: from Aristotle to Margaret Thatcher, no argument against spending has ever successfully refuted the Keynesian logic of anti-cyclical government stimulus.<br />
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(3) austerity’s long life is due to its moral and political underpinnings – not to economic justification. The moral authority of abstinence over greed has kept austerity alive in public discourse despite empirical shortcomings.<br />
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On Florian Schui, _Austerity: the Great Failure_ (Yale UP, 2013).<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-19443686334088792942014-08-26T11:10:00.001+00:002014-08-27T13:00:00.707+00:00Nancy on the "just meaning" of the ex-istant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-77379387441114050282014-07-21T20:02:00.000+00:002014-07-21T20:11:30.001+00:00Lost & profound<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"><tr><td valign="top"><p dir=ltr><b>definiendum,</b> witt-knit, v </p> <p dir=ltr><b>definians,</b> 1. to knit an abject so as to resemble the figure of Witt, the pduct of which is referred to as _a_ witt-knitt; <br> 2. to knit in such a manner as to be consistend with that of Witt. </p> </td></tr></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-53265593161261936582014-07-15T13:26:00.000+00:002014-10-29T19:33:50.785+00:00T<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-70234591859024657392014-06-10T22:54:00.000+00:002014-10-29T19:34:39.795+00:00WHo is afraid of the anti-egalitarians? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /> Thesis 1: Nietzsche was anti-democratic and anti-egalitarian, and these were not minor abberations in his thought but deeply rooted and closely connected to his other beliefs.
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<br /> Nobody is seriously against equality today. What we usually hear is that the disadvantaged should be brought up to the level of those of privilege. This is what we should think of as a process of LEVELLING UP.
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<br /> Thesis 3: Nietzsche was wrong in concluding that because of this levelling process, one should adopt a stance AGAINST egalitarianism.
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<br /> Thesis 5: This is a notion we should refer to not as anti-egalitarianism (qua Nietzsche) but EXTRA-egalitarianism.
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Natinal poet Jon Fosse has written on translations of Borges - or reinscriptions, rather- into Swedish and Norwegian. What would be preferred rendering of /La rosa profunda/? The eteernal rose? The deep rose?<br />
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Borges might have claimed all his work to be translations/reinnscriptions. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-341366273461058352014-03-01T19:29:00.001+00:002014-10-29T19:36:03.379+00:00For sale: DIY lobotomy set<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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* idiot's guide to self lobotomy (the manual)</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-29096143988566297932014-01-05T19:07:00.001+00:002014-01-08T15:38:10.247+00:00The Myth of Wu-Tao-tzu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"One day the Tang-artist Wu Tao-tzu appraised a recently completed mural of his. He clapped his hands, the gates of the temple opened, and he entered into his work. The gates closed behind him.</div>
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We often speak about art appreciation (/einfühlung/), but rarely in a concrete manner. Only very young children tend to understand what it entails. One hasn't "penetrated" a work of art until one has made the banal mistake of confusing fiction with reality. ...</div>
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In the mountains to the West of Beijing there's a cavern with a gilded Buddha sculpture. According to local myth it's a real human being whose expressive face has been overlaid with a thin sheath of gold. Those who listen can hear his heart beating.</div>
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The same dream speaks from this legend as from the story of Wu Tao-tsu: To be from within that which can only be apprehended from without. Art is merely a gilded material brushed onto reality so as to fixate it. Under the surface there's a living human being, introvert and maintained by the golden surface.</div>
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In prison I asked for permission to paint.</div>
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(*) A translation of the Swedish /Utrota varenda jävel/, 1996. The following is from wikipedia: Lindquist's later works tend to focus on the subjects of European imperialism, colonialism, racism, genocide and war, analysing the place of these phenomena in Western thought, social history and ideology. These topics are not uncontroversial. In 1992, Lindqvist was embroiled in heated public debate, when his book /Exterminate all the Brutes/ was attacked for its treatment of the Second World War and the Holocaust. Opponents accused Lindqvist of reducing the extermination of the Jewish people to a question of economical and social forces, thereby disregarding the impact of Nazi ideology and anti-Semitism and what they viewed as the unique historical specificity of the Holocaust. Some of the harshest attacks were launched by Per Ahlmark, who declared Lindqvist to be a "Holocaust revisionist". This prompted a furious response by Lindqvist, who considered it a defamatory smear -- at no point had he ever called into question the Nazi responsibility for, or the number of dead in, the Holocaust. Regarding the original dispute, Lindqvist retorted that his main argument was correct: the Nazi quest for Lebensraum had at its core been an application of the expansionist and racist principles of imperialism and colonialism, but for the first time applied against fellow Europeans rather than against the distant and dehumanized peoples of the Third World. However, he agreed that the long tradition of anti-Semitism in European and Christian thought had given the anti-Jewish campaign of the Nazis a further ideological dimension, and amended later editions of the book to better reflect this.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-21584732571687718072013-12-27T17:35:00.003+00:002013-12-27T17:35:55.128+00:00The situation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The situation has changed it's loaded with sex orgies and inebriated 12 year-old black folks approached with batons and electric cattle whips only those who believe in God can have Canadian citizenship<br />
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It was a morning like all others and I awoke with the same feeling I always have that something is lost I don't know my wife made breakfast and I went downstairs to fetch the paper put it on my lap and shaved it says bz<br />
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To hell with the UN Sukarno screams leaving the body by the road side Little Devils is the name of this battalion Chinese school boys two boys found dead after biker gang invasion buddhist monk burned alive<br />
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What are you saying I'm reading the paper no I can't hear you I'm shaving it says bz you know it's like sitting inside the sound enclosed by bz they could detonate hydrogen bombs call the national line but there isn't anyone there I'm in bz like once when I traveled alone and to flat bottles of whisky bought on the plane and I held them I was alone drank into bz a closed room but without walls the walls were like me also Was mother? was bz<br />
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Still many lamp shades made of human skin in Germany Mouth Spray with dosage valve gives you a fresh breath South Vietnamese soldiers interrogate prisoners by holding their heads under water the free world awaits<br />
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And so what? I blew the facial hair from my facial hair machine and opened my blinds and the morning out there was fine was February to father so clear and dark blue as wine Oh children children! I would have yelled I rocked stopped in my throat like a pregnant to have to vomit before breakfast and to hell the worst of course is waking up I thought and dressed and sat by the breakfast table unfolded th paper it was after all only read half way Quiet kids, said I<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-73805811578188453212013-09-25T15:16:00.000+00:002013-09-25T15:17:29.970+00:00From Idealrealisation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-88354121365798389512013-08-28T17:01:00.000+00:002013-09-25T15:17:01.577+00:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://phatic.blogspot.com/p/bishop-in-america.html#Ch6">Chapter VI of the on-line periodally published novella Bishop in America</a> in which the ominous protagonist Bishop unveils the fundamentals of fellated theory.
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3782017.post-28662594695254379132013-06-05T18:49:00.001+00:002013-08-02T03:06:21.659+00:00Bishop in America: Chapter V<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="http://phatic.blogspot.com/p/bishop-in-america.html#Ch5">Chapter V -- Cafe Kanossa part II,</a> where phatic reveals his views on early Greek philosophy and Bishop demonstrates his <i>practique linguistique</i>.
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<a href="http://phatic.blogspot.com/p/bishop-in-america.html#Ch3">Chapter the third, entitled On the Question of Bohemian Literature, where phatic reflects on, well, the Question of Bohemian Literature. </a>
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