Visible Origami — June 17, 2013
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Cold and wet? Begs many a question.
If you like cowboy films and I do, most especially when they are well done, like Pure Country, which my invisible friends tell me was made for the purpose of showing me certain things; me personally. About what could have been and never was, except in some fractured way; off to the side somewhere. Then you will understand how I come to be like I am, how you come to be like you are and also, how ‘they’ come to be like they are but it doesn’t explain my being a vegetarian, except for the occasional piece of fish but visible has an arrangement with Neptune. If one considers those things that Neptune has influence over, in the context of what the reader knows about my history, it should be patently clear that I must have some kind of an arrangement. So… there’s that sorted.
In any case, Cowboys and Indians, or should I say, Native Americans?, is a simplistic way to look at what we have before us in these days. I say simplistic …because that is what we get told. It’s black and white. It’s black and white. That’s the usual chess board. I know you’re thinking, “visible, we know there are other forces at work. We know it’s not just black and white. Isn’t that why some no talent fool, wrote a book called Fifty Shades of Gray”? (visible did not read that) Yes friends, I am aware of that, as I am aware of the purpose for which the book got written (rhyming alert), just like I know the meaning of ‘selah’ and ‘shriven’. On the one hand that’s the word. On the other hand, you’re forgiven.
The world is a big game board. Lock and load, …step right up to it, or bend over for it. It’s user friendly, like that password for the Gates of Moria, “speak, friend, and enter”; You do have to keep in mind about The watcher in the water.
So… or should I say, well now; doesn’t matter. The sinister shits are having at it. They got their Peee——NAC portfolio of seven countries to fall, so’s they can gets thems all; sucked into The Nation Chipper Machine, which feeds out little pellets of this, or that desirable commodity that the reavers and renders unto Satan just has to have for the good of all people. Yeah, what I said! It’s about the good for all people and what that means, like I was splaining, means that some people, a whole lotta some people gona havta die for the good of all people and you can count yoself lucky to be dead ’cause we got all kinds of things in mind for those that remain.
In a nutshell …and no doubt; counting myself a Lord of Infinite Space, I have rather added, when I should have subtracted but you the reader are welcome to divide the rest of the spoils among yourselves and for all we know that will multiply the I de I, or is that, I be I, I get confused and then, well, I just continue on my way.
It could appear that some sort of meltdown is taking place in these parts but that would be presumption in the extreme. It is simply that there is, sometimes, no better fitting way to address the issues of the day. Sometimes all that you are left with are the far reaches of satire and absurdity.
Sometimes, the whole world situation gets so outlandish that you wind up with a Munchhausen Periscope. You’re a writer and your Boswell is dyslexic. If you are rich, your Hobson has Tourette’s. See, I never got over being lied to by the BrylCreem advert-
♫BrylCreem, a little dab’l do ya,
Brylcreem you look so debonair
BrylCreem, the gals will all pursue ya
They love to get their fingers in your hair♫
The thing is… it is just grease. I figure the women I would be attracted to are not into grease any more than I am into the less than silken, exudent atmosphere of hairspray.
Oh yes Precious, they wants it. You and me? We’d be content to kneegotiate, get along, mind our own business. I definitely won’t trouble you. I hope you don’t trouble me. Sometimes trouble comes but it’s okay. You deal with it. The problem is the serial repeaters. They can’t help themselves and they definitely are not helping you. That is what continues to mystify me but I’ll just file it under The Slumbering Masses in the Coleridge section, as in:
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.”
I must admit that strange cranberry mosh pit murmurs, influence the way that I see things. It is with wide and tendentious eyes that I study the horrors of the same old same old. However, I believe in what I cannot see and for many people that is the difference between you and me.
I also give a shit and I know a lot of other people out there also do.
We do the best that we can. It is practically speaking, far too enormous for any one man or woman to handle alone. That is why we all work together in our own way, doing the best we can, often at a distance from each other. I really think the tide somehow will turn. I really do. What will make that possible is to bring out the best in me and you, via our collective efforts toward one another. I don’t think there has ever before been a time when so much was hanging in the balance; when so much could be won or lost.. That should motivate you. It motivates me.