Sunday, November 16, 2008

the new life.

when are we raised?
when is the new life?
Is this whole 'day', under the sun,
just a thumb-twiddling stall?

I hope not.
I hope,
rather,
there is terrestrial redemption.
new life.

I hope.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

on hobbies

On hobbies,

A model train set in the basement was either built, bought, or spontaneously generated.
As the third possibility is only a figment of the silver screen, I will consider only the prior pair.
Model train design, manufacture, and sales is an industry. Jobs are created, utilities are consumed, cars are driven, posters are printed, etc.
Why?
So some child (or man/child) can be entertained?
Why do humans engage in entertainment? In leisure?
Two probable reasons come to mind:
1) We are not wired to instinctively accomplish the tasks which we feel compelled to accomplish for economic reasons. (We were not made to provide for ourselves in menial labors like putting the heads on pins, managing a hobby store, etc., but we do.)
2) We are somehow un-fulfilled in any (perhaps the aforementioned tasks, perhaps even in the tasks necessary for life)and seek a sense of mastery in another simpler or more 'interesting' task.

We were not made to enslave ourselves to labor, let alone labors not directly affecting our sustainance. If we are not fully able to feel that our labor is accomplishing our provition and protection, then we must pursue a sense of satisfaction from another source. We may seek our satisfaction through a 'hard reset' to our hard-wired drives through:
1) A lifestyle which supplies exactly and directly for our needs.
2) Leisure, which finds us in a state of simple, direct, due provision and protection without the application of any labor. (picture: man on dock, fishing; woman on couch, reading)

I believe we generally find the first solution implausible when the surrounding society is non-participatory. So, we resign ourselves to the second solution. We intentionally participate in tasks which assume provision and protection but have no exchangable value (who would pay a man to watch TV?).

However, if a person finds him/herself only satisfied by participation in deeds without any provisional, protective, or exchangable value, this is probably mild insanity, and may qualify the sufferer for an accelerated rate of expiration...(but for a supportive political/familial condition).

Coming soon: "On retirement", "On non-exchangable goods", and "On wanton consumption"

on capitalism

The inherent vice of capitalism is the unequal sharing of blessings; the inherent virtue of socialism is the equal sharing of miseries.
-Winston Churchill

Saturday, November 08, 2008

eucharist

Well, I don't want to comment too sharply on the doctrinal qualities of 'substantiation'

But, Craig nailed the metaphor of the eucharist as the apparent driver of Margaret Yadusky's life.

scale

Magnificent spatial impression in my adulthood has been hard to find.
I mean, the grand canyon got me earlier this year - it WAS big.
But, were I only, say, 8, canyon de chelly would have changed my life.
though much less grand.
I understand the quests of lunatics.
The 20,000'+ crowd.
People who need simultaneous grandeur and limitless horizons.
Even I still find some perspective in the beach vista from a widow's walk.
But now, the view from a lighthouse hardly holds wonderment.
Some airports are still cool the first time.
But on the flight home, it's just a race to the baggage claim.
jading? I don't know the participle form, but I feel it.
Even my grandparent's old house, 3500 feet, when I was 5,
was a hundred times bigger than a 6500' house now, 2 decades later.
A Gehry building is a novelty, not a monolith.
Perhaps there are multiple edges slicing.

1) I have seen much.
2) I have imagined more.
3) I have seen into the sights and imaginations of others.

Photo, Film, Connectivity, Semi-Conductivity, Distribution, Transportation,

If I had lived without those, could I still be wowed?

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

# 70-something

me, kettle?
oh.
wow.
i see my speck, and raise you a log.
i am yet alert to enumerate.
hmm.
is this the classic?
I call.
you.
out.
logger.
"pot," I call you: 'black'.
And tomorrow, and tomorrow,
and the petty pace, you have now defined.
called.
and raised.
check.
and 'checkmate'.
eat it.
get off me.
resentment devours sympathy.
I hope he's right, and the novacain suits the toothless.

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