Monday, 4 July 2016

space-in-the-world

Existentialism, a term coined by the media after a brief discussion with Jean-Paul Sartre, in France. But who started what we term as existentialists? Writing in the walls of caves the primitive man would use rock and chisel to create pictures of what was happening with themselves and the world around them.They asked questions but didn't know the answer since their ideology was very hunter gatherer. The writing on the wall led these ancient existentialists to leave the cave intact for future generations. Neanderthal existence. Through the course of time, however, existentialism became a just natural occurrence, we don't really ask questions like this on a day to day basis, yet it's everywhere among us. In the sky, in the cafes and even in the kitchen. How do things be? We are Beings, but how do elements of our world connect to philosophy.

Unlike the questions chose i earlier generations,I find being very macho so today. While Sartre saw people in the world as being-for-itself,in-the -world etc,I have come up with an idea that involves paranormal being. I look into an empty vehicle and I see emptiness, no one driving, no one there, except the mind imagines an entity there. This ideology is space-in-being. The space is taken up, but not quite exactly the same point as when you see it. You know that there will be someone there one day but for now, it is only open space-in-being. One could almost see the future of what is being in that space and in time, there will be someone filling the spaciness. One could almost imagine what that other may look like as they walk by, and with that information, being-in-space creates an entity that only thee individual on his own, can interpret. It is very mystical like Huxley's work, The Doors of Perception, where no matter which direction we turn there are a cause and effect. In one motion, beings-appear rather positive or pessimistic. The choice is a natural and it involves, forming ourselves in a situation we sometimes can't control because once that route is taken it becomes the only guided portion of the being.The other door disappears in the, psyche, or that it forgets entirely.

Adding physics to the equation of being-in-space, The same concept applies. We move naturally yet we are stuck in one path. They way it is known and it guides you to wear you are supposed to be.This way, or Ching, allows us to break through the mold of just being but choice being. The being-in-space lets you move to what magnetically and naturally and historically we are meant to go. We are just a subject to what the way allows us to become.

Look at this in an example.

You sit at your office at work and notice the different objects on it. What defines you and the space that is being taken up by clutter or the such.? You can always remove the clutter or leave it alone for the future. It stays on the desk as a being-in-space, it connects to your desk and becomes an extension of it. It makes you feel more homily while at work, this give what space in being is being placed upon. It inhabits your livelihood, and it makes you anxious to either clean it or let it be. Either way an action is involved. Every step we take, we are apart of the being-in-space, our being is pronounced and takes up physical and our mind moves with the generalization of how to comprehend by taking that one step. At least in a existential stay. There is no space unless there is action in energy of the individual.


We are energy by constant movement in space-in-being. The world around us. We can revolt, talk, joke around, live, truly live in a area which we have created, or our mind has created. We occupy. But you already know this. However, think of animals and trees and waterways being through space-in-being. And that's it for now.

channeling the tv

waiting for you at the station
nights turn into days
the music held the potion
it all got in the way

time is everflowing
living in our own domain
waiting at the sideline
for a holy picture to take

despicable demands in my mind
battle them off with turpentine
channeling our only brother
forever in this way

break on free to the love
equality, it matters most
I love my brother
but he don't care for me
I'm just a ghost

above us only spirit
our soul in reach to speak
the holy body crucified
a son away from the tv




the SoBi pandemic

The SoBi Pandemic

The city fought to have bicycles in the downtown core. But what would happen if these bicycles had a mind of their own. At night time, each stance would hunt for nights looking to vandalise. It's those damn sobis, a homeless man, named Fred, thought, I seen them with my own eyes. I gave him some change for more information.
"I see them travel in packs. Right at the break of midnight. Never seen a hell of such a thing in my life."

I gave the man a 1 dollar piece.

"Yeah, you know, they just waiting for night to fall and the go to each hub and take the place of another. But they're multiplying goddamn, I'm sure of it. I see different ones at night .The sobi's are using riders as their beacon while the rider is infused and connected to it. It's like interweb of sobi bikes into the riders conciousness. Haha, you bet I didn't know what that meant. Used to be a philosophy major, now I'm living off 40z and cold pizza."

I hand the man a five dollar bill and a coupon to A&W. It was the only things I had in my wallet.

Maybe he is right though. That would explain a lot to do with disappearence of riders in downtown. The bike leads them in the day and become addicts. The sobi attacks ride endlessly into the night and people begin to vanish into thin air as soon as there entire passwords. I have to figure out what's going on,a sleuth if so be it. I timed each biker at a level where there are full bikes on racks and the idea is simple, see how many enter passwords. They all see to and I am beginning to get the notion that these passwords have to do with something about the riders appearance. It seems the smart ones are used and sent back into the motion after riding to work, etc. Then there's the others, the ones that place the bike whenever they deem appropriate. The news isn't covering the disappearence because no one really had notice since now. My hypothesis may be garbage, but at least I can find out the truth about the SoBi pandemic.

I went back to the same homeless man and he had some new information. He sees what the police cannot, because he just knows. So, I give him another couple of coins and I sit next to him. He begins the dialogue.

The older gentleman, Fred said, "Ain't no horror movie if I ever seen one. People who ride don't seem to comeback. It's like Christmas for Christine. You know, that old Stephen King novel. But only with cycles and passwords.What's your prescription for all of this?"

"For you, lithium and stay off the booze"



Sunday, 19 June 2016

Heartbeat thoughts

Time stood still, or my watch broke. Either/or I'm late for work. I walk to work. Like a Luddite, hell, the way I've been living lately might as well call me a Mennonite. I'm surprised I have running water in the kitchen i live in. It's all I can afford right now but something tells me that everything will be fine soon. I'll  have a car (which (which I do not obsess about (well maybe I do)) and at least had gave me gibberish, whether it be for work or for play. Pourquoi?? Because I can see the future. I see myself walking around my kitchen naked.

Strange things have happened. It will only get stranger. For I am the outsider, the poulou, the phenomenon of perception, the dancing philosopher and it will be understood. You'll see what it's like to live in this condition. Our condition, the human condition.

The serpent sting its fangs into me, deep, and I run to the shrub. My teeth glisten with the moon in my eyes. I am a night child. We all are.

When the idea exists, the action has already taken place. And I get some satisfaction. I drool. I smell like salt. Then I bathe and write, washing myself clean and cool. Ready to be my active human condition. I do not know what up and down mean anymore because up is endless and the down is grass between my fingers. So I'll take a shower and call you in the morning.

Pourquoi?

Gg

Thursday, 16 June 2016

my woman, my love

they talk
they sing 
they play
they dance

who are they? are they them?
what is the pronunciation of they and them?

are they singular or metaphorically?

or am I lost?

chapter lost.
this is the end. beautiful friend.

or alas, where have ye gone to the point of no return again
to the barren wasteland i call home
with my love, oh lord she love thee
she weeps when she sees me and i love her with tears
they mean more than words
i need a hug
a hand to hold
a love to love
a woman is a woman
and a woman, to me, is all i need.

but it goes sour, you eye your veins
does this love matter? are we going through the motions?
the handshake, the hug, the motion up above. 

can we meet tonight?
i would love to see your new dress
you bought it for me, didn't you?
did you wish for me to feel at ease?
questions upon questions
has this already been written?
i keep her in my pocket
cause i love her so deeply

the wine is good
the beer tastes warm
the pizza is stale
the country is worn

thou i love ye, with the love of 10-fold
come with me don't fodder
take the ring
hold it near
remember my love
you will never live in fear

Thursday, 9 June 2016

Gg?

the constant shuffle
the beggar's bid
listen closely now
for Gg still lives

he wanders the streets
til dawn and til dusk
he wonders why
the city is in muck

he looks to the ground
then back up again
the silence is deafening
one ear is at fault

Gg will return
i promise you or not
find your own guide
til eternity, at the front

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

waylon

"i'm leaving tomorrow but i could leave today"


that was written and sung by robert zimmerman over 50 years ago


it hasn't been as true as it is to me on this very day
should i stay or should i go?
another fantastic song and more questions


what else should i say?


but walk my way and find a word for the word that i found while looking at this page


component opponent on the forth day of june


happy early birthday waylon