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Independence Night

4 Jul

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When the hypocrite becomes aware of their simultaneous truths and living contradictions, does the power vested in that knowledge position transform the hypocrite into an ingenuous being? Or is a hypocrite validated and realized just  alright with settling with a puff instead of a gust when blowing out the birthday candles?

I don’t enjoy staying drunk because I don’t remember what triggered me to ponder the above inquiry, just a few moments ago. Regardless, tonight was fun, and by an large, I tend to experience holidays are 90% hype, 10% fun. Tonight way good. And blowing explosives up aside, I am forever indebted to the people who are serving the country in the military during a time of war. The courage and selflessness is beyond my comprehension. These are my peers. We are one generation. They are there so I am here, feeling as free as I allow myself to feel. Thank you.

Once again, the greater Portland Metro Area flocked to Downtown Portland to watch the fireworks show show under the Morrison Bridge by the Willamette River, and then go out to the bars (or take the stroller ride through the fountains and back to the mini van in the Smart Park.) What a neat commonality a national holiday is: celebrating identity based on current location and identification with one country brings together all of the divided persons in the United States. No matter the age, and no matter the language, we the people watch the fireworks display and we the people enjoy the festivities: both in our individual ways, and together.

The Rose Festival and the Blues Festival, volunteering at the central library and hikes in the national parks nested inside city boundaries, have brought me my camera (and good company, shoutout) into Downtown Portland quite frequently this summer. The above photographs I have taken, so are a scent of the city of roses.

Bedside Lava Lamp

20 Jun

I found my old lava lamp a few weeks ago. The fire-lit blue plasma ‘lava’ bubbles warp shape and gnash forms inside a cone, filled with clear malleable water/air like substance . The clear substance captures my intrigue: similar to describing water in a fishbowl, what the filler fluid is by description is elucidated by what the bubbles are not. The clear fluid lacks corporeal form, and put positively, is the present absence of the capricious lava as it heats and cools.

My thoughts cast a net before my feet, and if I cannot bring myself in the teetering moment of hubris to regain humility, I trip in my own trap. Falling is a torpedo, a whirlpool, a black hole astray from the light, and into the darkness. It is a pattern, this type of descent. Slipping is often set off through the making of  a mistake: not for the first time, but for the nth time. Before the fall, the sway precedes the slip. The sway is where I lose a sense of I, and I am taken over despite myself, to spite myself. To flirt with temptation and sway towards the pattern is to set oneself up for a fight, for the pull of temptation towards that trigger, is a vice hungry for a device, and that grip is waiting with white knuckles and the forces of gravity and magnets.

Conversely, I have found that in the moments or flow of moments in which I am living my passion, I am participating in something greater. To practice one’s passion is to participate and honor universal compassion.  This experience is the antithesis of vice finding device. A perfect pair, the hand fits into the glove snug as snug is, and the experience of touch and to be touched is muted and diluted just the same. The virtue of compassion and the vice of device are similar in that they can be defined against one another: a binary opposition,  like the white fluid around the blue lava bubbles ascending and descending inside of the lamp.

Sometimes when I cannot sleep I watch the shadow play on my ceiling cast by the lava lamp beside me. It is astonishing how remarkably similar the lava shadows are to the caprice of free willed hands, not moving with grace and fluent rhythm, but rather, spastic and sporadic motion and agile jutting with and against the nature of its own movement, as if the shadows have intent or purpose unfolding in their dance.

Strangely, to watch the lava itself, rather than the shadows, makes me feel quite uneasy. As if I am seeing something that I should not be seeing. As if I walked in on a secret and instead of closing the door and moving along with a fleeting apology, I let my curiosity and fascination with that quixotic sensation get the best of me and I lay and stare with full moon eyes.

Noteworthy Add-on:

Digital signals are imprinted with a picture of their destination from the beginning of their journey towards their end. Carl Jung had the good fortune of opening his first private practice in part due to the word of mouth rumor of Jung’s wizardry, spread by a mentally ill local patient. He could not have known his life would lead the path it did, and the improvisational set his life apart from many others. Am I an analogue girl in a digital world?

Machanics

8 Jun

  • Free will: intention, intensity and purpose from within  accelerates mass into energy that propels gears; in essence, we put ourselves in motion, intentionally.

  • Predetermination: We are moving from forces within and beyond ourselves, accelerated or weighed down by gravity of emotions or environmental circumstance from electromagnetic jolts or pulls. In this way, we move in the rhythm of a schema and script unconsciously. Our bodies are battery like packets of energy, positive and negative and perhaps love guides us to find the opposite charged half that balances the capsule we were born into.

BeMused Design, Man or Machine

Stumble Upon This!

30 May

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Vocabulary

29 May

A number of terms are used to describe art that is loosely understood as “outside” of official culture. Definitions of these terms vary, and there are areas of overlap between them. The editors of Raw Vision, a leading journal in the field, suggest that “Whatever views we have about the value of controversy itself, it is important to sustain creative discussion by way of an agreed vocabulary”. Consequently they lament the use of “outsider artist” to refer to almost any untrained artist. “It is not enough to be untrained, clumsy or naïve. Outsider Art is virtually synonymous with Art Brut in both spirit and meaning, to that rarity of art produced by those who do not know its name.”

  • Art Brut: literally translated from French means “raw art”; ‘Raw’ in that it has not been through the ‘cooking’ process: the art world of art schools, galleries, museums. Originally art by psychotic individuals who existed almost completely outside culture and society. Strictly speaking it refers only to the Collection de l’Art Brut.
  • Folk art: Folk art originally suggested crafts and decorative skills associated with peasant communities in Europe – though presumably it could equally apply to any indigenous culture. It has broadened to include any product of practical craftsmanship and decorative skill – everything from chain-saw animals to hub-cap buildings. A key distinction between folk and outsider art is that folk art typically embodies traditional forms and social values, where outsider art stands in some marginal relationship to society’s mainstream.
  • Intuitive artVisionary artRaw Vision Magazine’s preferred general terms for outsider art. It describes them as deliberate umbrella terms. However, Visionary Art unlike other definitions here can often refer to the subject matter of the works, which includes images of a spiritual or religious nature. Intuitive art is probably the most general term available. Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art based in Chicago operates a museum dedicated to the study and exhibition of intuitive and outsider art. The American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore, Maryland is dedicated to the collection and display of visionary art.
  • Marginal art/Art singulier: Essentially the same as Neue Invention; refers to artists on the margins of the art world.
  • Naïve art: Another term commonly applied to untrained artists who aspire to “normal” artistic status, i.e. they have a much more conscious interaction with the mainstream art world than do outsider artists.
  • Neuve Invention: Used to describe artists who, although marginal, have some interaction with mainstream culture. They may be doing art part-time for instance. The expression was coined by Dubuffet too; strictly speaking it refers only to a special part of the Collection de l’Art Brut.
  • Visionary environments: Buildings and sculpture parks built by visionary artists – range from decorated houses, to large areas incorporating a large number of individual sculptures with a tightly associated theme. Examples include Watts Towersby Simon RodiaBuddha Park and Sala Keoku by Bunleua Sulilat, and The Palais Ideal by Ferdinand Cheval.

I have a big heart and a broken keyboard.

29 May

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Electric Dawn Births Black Hole

21 May

Double Everything

Electric Dawn

Black Hole

Weird Fishes

Swish Twang

Start Believing in What I Know

19 May

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Gayatri Mahamantra

16 May

“OM BHUR BHUVA SVAHA
TAT SAVITUR VARENYAM
BHARGO DEVASYA DHEEMAHI
DHI YO YONAH PRACHODAYAT”


Besheret*Universal Flowering, Multiplied and Exposed

12 May

Multiple Exposure of Besheret (BeMused graphic design with LiveBrush and Picasa)and Heads by Pavel Filonov. Together, Space, Soul, Universal Flowering.

It’s Only Fear (That Keeps You Locked in Here)

11 May

INSIGHT. Noun

  • S: (n) penetration, insight (clear or deep perception of a situation)
  • S: (n) insight, perceptiveness, perceptivity (a feeling of understanding)
  • S: (n) insight, brainstorm, brainwave (the clear (and often sudden) understanding of a complex situation)
  • S: (n) insight, sixth sense (grasping the inner nature of things intuitively)

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So You Think You Know Language?

11 Apr

  • The oldest words in the English language are around 14,000 years old, originating in a pre-Indo-European language group called Nostratic (“our language”) by experts. Words from this language group that survive in modern English include apple (apal), bad (bad), gold (gol), and tin (tin).
  • The word arctic is derived from the ancient Greek word for bear, arktos. The reason is that the constellation of Ursa Major, the Great Bear, lies in the northern sky.
  • In Old English, the word with meant “against”. This meaning is still preserved in phrases such as “to fight with”.
  • No English words rhyme fully with orangesilver, or month (there are, however, some partial rhymes, or pararhymes, for these words, such as salver for silver and lozenge for orange).
  • The longest English word that contains neither A, E, I, O, nor U is rhythms.
  • The word boycott comes from Charles C. Boycott. He was hired by an Irish earl to collect high rents from tenant farmers who completely ignored him.
  • The word “mile” comes from the Roman milia, “thousands”. The Romans measured distances in paces, which were about five feet. So, milia passum, 1,000 paces or about 5,000 feet, was the length of a mile.
  • Part of a Roman soldier’s pay was called salarium argentium, “salt money”, which was used to buy the then-precious commodity, and so pay today is called a “salary”.
  • The word typewriter is one of the longest that can be typed using only the top row of a standard QWERTY keyboard. Others are perpetuityproprietor, and repertoire and, if you include obscure words, the longest isrupturewort. The longest word that can be typed using only the home row is alfalfas. No words can be typed using only the bottom row, because that row contains no vowels.
  • The longest words that can be typed on a standard QWERTY keyboard using only the left hand are twelve letters long. There are six such words: aftereffectsdesegregateddesegregatesreverberatedreverberates, and stewardesses.
  • The verb “cleave” has two opposite meanings. It can mean to adhere or to separate.
  • The words “beef” and “cow” come from the same Indo-European root.
  • Prior to 1974, a billion in the United States of America was different from a billion in Great Britain. An American or short scale billion was a thousand million (1,000,000,000), but a British or long scale billion was a million million (1,000,000,000,000).
  • The word “kindergarten” comes from the German for “children’s garden”. Friedrich Froebel, who coined the term, originally was planning to use the term “Kleinkinderbeschäftigungsanstalt” instead.
  • The word “tragedy” is derived from two Greek words meaning “goat song”.
  • The word “abracadabra” originated in Roman times as part of a prayer to the god Abraxas.
    • ETYMOLOGIES
    • eon
    • 1640s, from L. aeon, from Gk. aion “age, vital force, lifetime,” from PIE base *aiw- “vital force, life, long life, eternity” (cf. Skt. ayu “life,” Avestan ayu “age,” L. aevum “space of time, eternity,” Goth. aiws “age, eternity,” O.N. ævi “lifetime,” Ger. ewig “everlasting,” O.E. a “ever, always”).
    • earring
    • O.E. earhring, from ear + hring (see ring (n.)). Now including any sort of ornament in the ear; the pendants were originally ear-drops (1720).
    • “The two groups which had formerly a near monopoly on male earrings were Gypsies and sailors. Both has the usual traditions about eyesight [see ear (1)], but it was also said that sailors’ earrings would save them from drowning, while others argued that should a sailor be drowned and washed up on some foreign shore, his gold earrings would pay for a proper Christian burial.” [“Dictionary of English Folklore”]
    • seraph
    • 1667, first used by Milton (probably on analogy of cherub/cherubim), singular back-formation from O.E.seraphim (pl.), from L.L. seraphim, from Gk. seraphim, from Heb. seraphim (only in Isa. vi), pl. of *saraph(which does not occur in the Bible), probably lit. “the burning one,” from saraph “it burned.” Seraphs were traditionally regarded as burning or flaming angels, though the word seems to have some etymological sense of “flying,” perhaps from confusion with the root of Ar. sharafa “be lofty.” Some scholars identify it with a word found in other passages interpreted as “fiery flying serpent.”

      serum

      • 1672, “watery animal fluid,” from L. serum “watery fluid, whey,” from PIE base *ser-/*sor- “to run, flow” (cf. Gk.oros “whey;” Skt. sarah “flowing,” sarit “brook, river”). First applied 1893 to blood serum used in medical treatments.

      INTELLIGENT INTELLIGENCES

      1. “The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.”—Anonymous
      2. Albert Einstein’s last words will never be known. He spoke them in German, a language that the attending nurse didn’t speak and so couldn’t recall what was said.
      3. Only 1% of the population has a “genius” IQ, one of 140 or higher.
      4. Up to half of all North Americans with a genius IQ (140 or higher) never graduate high school.

        Three Days In

        20 Dec

        and disowned by my father. Gotta love coming home: where tempers are explosive and howls echo from icebox carvernous heart cages, guarded to a fault and still, gaping wounds bleed vulnerability. Sirens silently sounding, always. Always good to come home and see my true self from the reflection of those who hate me because they are not happy with their lives and hate themselves

        Like looking in the spitting image of their composite failures, I arrive like arrmegedon, not a phoenix, but its destructive counterpart that casts creation into the deepsea trenches through wildabeast like inability to be anything else but itself: a temperment untamed, a tenacity too intense, and a presence like liquid nitrogen that raises hell and goosebumps at once with the sheer incling of her presence.

        Disowned, told to take all my own health care and medical bills and pay them myself, told I’m going to die, etc, its all happened before within the first 24 hours. I see 3 days as improvement. Eh.

        Awakening, The

        19 Dec

        I read the book by Kate Chopin by the same title. I’m not talking about that book. It was alright.

        spiritually. My Awakening. I woke up one morning and it is like the goddess came to me in my dream. The image is burned in my head and indeed no more than two days no less than one day later I found the image and here she is:

        This is the ancient Hindu symbol for the goddess.

        Yesterday Morning I Woke Up and I remember as Clear as Daydream what They Night Crooned to My conciousness. My Dad Had Explained To Me The Function of

        Vibrations.

        And Their real application in terms of probabilistic Epigenisis. How indeed the potter comes to look like the pot and al energy is transferred through all things. I had an object and I meditated on it in my dream. I faded out of the scene and my father, who is severely hearing impaired, played role of omniscient narrator. I saw the object leave my presence and interact with another object. I saw the object then appear in the same domain as my father, and although he could not see me and had no idea I had held that object in my hands no more than a dream minute earlier, he held it and called out to me. “See Emily, I know this object holds your essence because I can feel the energy of your conciousness, your vibrations, interlaced with its own.” Sense deprivation heightens other senses. My father is very, very good at identifying the proper noun attached to the motion through floorboards, the layout of the setting through the vibrations in the room, the place of the defender and basketball on the court, etc. He tried to give me this gift in my sleep and although I am not sure he knows that he was with me in my dream, this is a gift I take seriously and so it seems I have been contemplating the psychological realism of objects since.

        This is how it might goes, this interaction of everything is everything is everything

        I said it once and I’ll say it again and again and each time a little bit different because languages plays like literary outlines

        10 Dec

        that illustrate concepts so peices of me and pronounced and annunciated and tried on, taken on and refitted form fitted, collateral  down payment in the bucket of truth commissioned to the greater memory bank of which my share is worth no more no less nothing and everything. I write now freely and I hope to exorcize the truth I know is within me deepseeded in a place past where words can wobble around its diluted and I want to see clearly this pre programmed knowing and for a moment go back to the place from which I came before I was born and sure nough must return to after I do. Distinction divided by the unquiet mind for the unquiet mind and because my inside me is creaking slowing moving plates like tectonic groaning of paradigms shifts sorting out the strongest structure that is my true nature, soft enough to have a sembalence of silence but a stretch to fully understand and I want to get to know mysef and thus everything that is everything i mean everything. on that level but listening to something I can hear only as faintly as the hum of tommorrow, knowing it is there and will come, impatiently with open gates of perception my time is spent listening hearing listening abstracting trying to take to infinity the horizon because the line does not break and goes right through me to my shokra that I know defines me. The gut, the fire, the curiosity insatiable inexhuastible  like the miracle of the eternal flame my own furnace that does not will not cannot stop burning. energy cannot be created or destroyed so why waste my time in this game of life, creating and destroying, all in all distracting and making a ruckus, focused on the dashed distinction of death and life towhile living on layers on top of layers of being alive. how i want to be. just be . just be alive. alive. eye. i have got to find a way a wave a shockra to tune into like the frequency of energy beaming m through me that is me the same as what i am all that is, like the spoke on a merry go round, but i am the horse, the prideful for better or worse matter of shape and form that blessess and curses us all in the joy the sorrow the attachtment to yesterday and tomorrrow and not now because clumsy worldy me is caught in the verse of the song i sing and cant get past words to bellow the mellow tune turning my head towards the sun and flickering furnace notice rred flags my ears perk and mind works and heart follow it burns i burns but do dont consume or create really just be, be like the eternal flame and brighly be part of the energy of matter, the mass in the mass, the lackthereof in the lack thereof, the light the canonical calling and flot.

        that illustrate concepts so peices of me and pronounced and annunciated and tried on, taken on and refitted form fitted, collateral  down payment in the bucket of truth commissioned to the greater memory bank of which my share is worth no more no less nothing and everything. I write now freely and I hope to exorcize the truth I know is within me deepseeded in a place past where words can wobble around its diluted and I want to see clearly this pre programmed knowing and for a moment go back to the place from which I came before I was born and sure nough must return to after I do. Distinction divided by the unquiet mind for the unquiet mind and because my inside me is creaking slowing moving plates like tectonic groaning of paradigms shifts sorting out the strongest structure that is my true nature, soft enough to have a sembalence of silence but a stretch to fully understand and I want to get to know mysef and thus everything that is everything i mean everything. on that level but listening to something I can hear only as faintly as the hum of tommorrow, knowing it is there and will come, impatiently with open gates of perception my time is spent listening hearing listening abstracting trying to take to infinity the horizon because the line does not break and goes right through me to my shokra that I know defines me. The gut, the fire, the curiosity insatiable inexhuastible  like the miracle of the eternal flame my own furnace that does not will not cannot stop burning. energy cannot be created or destroyed so why waste my time in this game of life, creating and destroying, all in all distracting and making a ruckus, focused on the dashed distinction of death and life towhile living on layers on top of layers of being alive. how i want to be. just be . just be alive. alive. eye. i have got to find a way a wave a shockra to tune into like the frequency of energy beaming m through me that is me the same as what i am all that is, like the spoke on a merry go round, but i am the horse, the prideful for better or worse matter of shape and form that blessess and curses us all in the joy the sorrow the attachtment to yesterday and tomorrrow and not now because clumsy worldy me is caught in the verse of the song i sing and cant get past words to bellow the mellow tune turning my head towards the sun and flickering furnace notice rred flags my ears perk and mind works and heart follow it burns i burns but do dont consume or create really just be, be like the eternal flame and brighly be part of the energy of matter, the mass in the mass, the lackthereof in the lack thereof, the light the canonical calling and flot.

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