Does it Hurt Yet or Does it still Hurt?
Smoking Mirrors Ė September 23, 2010
Dog Poet Transmitting........
The truth is the part of the garden that isnít manicured. No matter what your business is, for some reason there, are codes and guidelines. Speaking truth directly, affects advertising and presentation; the whole world no matter what you do seems to depend on those things that allow things to continue but just about everything has some portion of going along to get along except for anarchy and chaos which are and are not, depending on, if you are you or you are going along to get along. Myself; there isnít anything left to want but self realizationÖ. even while the ancient and eternal hungers exist in me like everyone else.
Some people make a lot of money and they can buy what makes their animal happy. Iím not a cannibal, but; to each their own; is that ironic? Like Lloyd Bridges, I picked the wrong time to stop huffing glue. Because I am going to make a particular point, maybe, let me say that I have nothing but respect for the people who help me get heard; even when, through inexplicable circumstances I have estranged from one or two for awhile, I donít criticize them. Iím glad they are there. But all of them are operating an industry along with an ideal. Iím not even operating myselfÖ so without even thinking about it, I understand when something I do only appears to the eyes of the people who go out of their way to read me. No harm, no blame. This isnít about me and them and you; itís about us. Ergo; the name Les Visible.
On several occasions visitors brought me a bottle of whiskey, that I have no use for but no harm done. I think they think I have more Hunter Thompson and Bukowski than I do and whiskey is the darling of the Ďtake no prisonersí Ďwarts and allí idea that the ugliness of life is actually itís beauty. Iím only a very occasional, drinker, more and more rarely; Baudrillard is probably a better fit but thatís not it either, nor Terrance McKenna. These are zones where types ply their trade and I donít think any of them share my naked adoration for the author of this experiment that keeps making the same points over and over, as the people who sold the whores at the party become the whores for the next party which is how reincarnation works and what Karma is about.
When I was the electronic guy who wrote that poem about The Pope, I had enjoyed Hunterís work, now and again, and Bukowski could do things with words but that is no guide book for me. And I would not have gotten along with either of those guys and I cringe at the idea that people might hang on what I have to say, as if I knew anything at all. Itís especially ignorant when people are inspired to paint portraits of how ugly everything is, that they are unaware that there is a point to the whole affair and that the whole thing is completely under control. Nobody argues about whether the devil exists or not. Itís the God part that is difficult, well we are large personalities who are pumped up with our own importance or we are just an employee. Iím an employee and my pay grade reflects my ability, my entertainment and loose canon; seeming unstable perception. If memory serves me right, Iím still. Is that more irony. I donít know.
Iíve read some Henry Miller and William Burroughs and I donít know those people. They sing the blues, cause itís what it is. Iím the only one of these who allows that the divine is the maestro.
Iím interrupting this Ďalready in progressí blog posting because of some major revelations that have come my way. I canít actually talk about them (grin) but they deal with several, key deceptions that appear in the human mind and which, most of us, are seemingly prey to. I wonít talk about it but it will come out in my work. For me the events are of major significance. The deceptions, although simple, have been around a long, long time and talking about them is not a good idea for certain reasons. Iíll continue with my general thought because all of this connects and it will make its own connections in the readerís mind in its own way.
I sensed that no one who links or publishes my work would print that poem I wrote about The Pope, at The Petri Dish. I was correct. I am at pains to say that I well understand why. It should be seen, right in our faces, that The Pope is a caricature of something. The Halloween/occult symbology of the garb, coupled with the sexual offenses, hints at a number of things. The people not printing my work, on this occasion, hint at a number of things. I have some number of fiery rants of this order that I have not published for various reasons and I guess that hints at something too.
Recently I have seen some things that exist behind the veil of appearances and it is diabolically clever to say the least. It is frighteningly simple and yet it escalates in complexity according to the capabilities of the individual mind. To be as frank as I can, I have seen the ancient enemy of humanity and the actual process of application.
For much of this life I have pondered over something in the human estate. It has troubled me that I could be looking at something and it would continue to cloud my ability to see it even while I was looking at it. This hints at much deeper realities (if you can call them that); deceptions and explanations, languages and symbols all connect into a warp and woof of atomic hum. Most of us know or at least sense this but it still operates. I looked right at something, while it was happeningÖ and has been happening and saw and knew and then did not know and did and did not understand the process, as it continues to engage the human state. To some, it will seem stupid, matter of fact, predictable; and turn out to be pretty much what it always is and was and then it will go on happening again!
There is this intricate interlay that is operating at one level after another just as it is demonstrated in video games. The arming of Syria with certain missiles, the assemblage and approach of the strategy game in Ďreal timingí whatís right in front of your eyes; you see it but you donít see it Ö.and you just continue onÖ this is cracking. It is breaking open like an egg. Have you noticed anything unusual in the misted and misting skies? The game is as old as time itself. It ups its game as you do and most certainly is rigged, while at the same time it is wide open as well.
I am getting near to the end of this posting and so I must fade out. It doesnít make any difference how you define your enemy as long as you have one. The trick played on the human mind is a process; like any process, it can be processed and that is happening. Games of the mind are one thing. Games in the flesh are another. The point of this- going back to the beginning (in every sense?) is that no matter what names you call anything, itís still there. It doesnít matter what defense you use if it isnít the only defense that works. This may seem strange or tantalizing and it might even make sense to some people. The important thing to rememberÖ and you wonít have to. It will remind you. The important thing is; does it hurt? Does it still hurt? Weíve had all we need of popes and politicians. They have their uses but they are never as useful or important as the credit assumed to them.
What is happening is happening around the world. The suspension is getting heavy and the shifting is large. The integrity of the Ďactualí thing, which supports- or Ďallowsí the relative thing is shifting in its bed in the night where it sleeps with its partner in dream. This is bringing about real time effects and you have to be able to determine if it hurts yet or if it still hurts or not. This is information. One could say that pain is informative. Itís an indication of misdirection. It could seem that this is all very easy to understand (and it is) but if that were the case you would have figured it out a long time ago.
I read the other people in this process; mainstream, alternative and whatever else I may run across. Telling the truth can be a difficult art. It can be costly, depending on what you find valuable. Apparently the truth does have value so maybe that is an area to explore but, the thing isÖ just as we go along to get along and just as nothing is actually the way it seems andÖ we all know that in a certain way. They teach things in schools. You learn things in life. Telling the truth and living the truth are not what we may imagine it to be at all. It might not be about simple as opposed to crafty or ugly to beautiful and even more than a single life/lifetime might depend on it and a great deal of pain as well
We say we hold certain truths to be self evident but thatís somehow not entirely evident to me (grin)
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