... a garden of delight."
Twittering One
~ * An OpticalTouch
System * ~
"Art history is no longer a closed book
But an open map, leading the senses
Through a concert of ideas, a garden of delight."
~ Marilyn Stokstad, PhD,
Author, "Art History" commenting
On "Art History Through Touch & Sound:
A Multisensory Guide
For the Blind and Visually Impaired"
*
~ Stepping
Stones, a cobbled way, night's way
... a knight's way
... waves,
Mind's cinema, or painting, or shared
Cinematic scene ~
... or tulips, gently swaying, fluttering, in the breeze.
A Dutch bay, a ship coasting toward port,
An enclosed bay, lapping waves, the sea behind,
A Dutch coastline, a port of entry
... a cinematic view.
~ * ~
A Dutch scene,
Your view, your perspective
Rendered, be it ~
Vermeer
Turner
Hals
Leyster
Rembrandt
Cuyp
Merian
Steen
Ruisdael
Hobbema
De Witte
Kalf
Ruyswch
Ter Borch
~ * ~
~ The
Arrival ~
... canal spread beauty ...
~ * ~
"revolving on the one hind leg, bringing the other down just as
the swivel ends, then giving over all the weight
to one front paw, onto each pad distinctly it would
seem, then onto number four and he's
around headed the other way
again."
~ Jorie Graham,
>From "The Sense of an Ending,"
>From "Erosion"
*
"The perspective
For a melody you hear ...
... As for the sense of ownership of images
And the sense of agency over
... those images,
They, too, are a direct consequence of the machinations
Which
Create perspective."
~ Antonio Damasio, MD,
>From "The Feeling of What Happens:
Body and Emotion in the Making of Consciousness"
*
Leonardo wonders ... a greenness, scents agree,
... a hint, a trace, known,
Stings. A memory sings
... reminder, one paw, then
Another, and
Much more ...
He cannot see, or fathom ~ Zipping
... random
Lights sparkle breeze, a lark
Lifts his eyes, a sound arrives a second
... late, or so, this land seems.
Not a place he knows ...
*
"For as I surely know ~ My derma
Makes my dermatoglyphics, describes the lines
That form patterns on my skin
... my finger prints, the whorls folding
Circles, my own singular
DNA."
~ Twittering
*
"... floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced ..."
~ William Wordsworth,
>From "The Daffodils"
~ Stepping
Stones ~
"Or a host of golden daffodils, fluttering,
... dancing in the breeze,
Beside the bay, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing
... in the breeze
Only metaphor?
Silently, I climb out of bed,
Dress, made my way down the hall,
Pausing briefly to admire
A gilded frame encaging hand-drawn birds
... pressed beneath the glass ~
... a cormorant, laughing gull,
A snowy egret.
At my urging,
I'd gotten her to admit these drawings, sketches
Were what she'd done to pass the time
Before I came.
Some were done in watercolor, others with a conte crayon.
Even now, she reserved, set aside, part of our morning
... for me to render
What it was
... that captured my attention.
I painted pictures
She calls abstraction ~
A process of extraction from natural forms
The shapes of my conviction,
... then shuffling them together, as though tossed
... around a blender. And this
I call my art.
Each morning,
After waking, I would hurry to the window,
... inspect the color of the day.
I love the way
The sky lifts above the sea,
... the contrast of two worlds, where a single line, a silver loop,
Describes a seam, an encircling horizon,
... our seascape scene ~ A line that
Divides air from water, where liquid blue,
A splash of paint, spreads across the scene
... a bleeding azure value, continuous as the cotton duck
The raw canvas where I paint,
Where I splash my liquid color.
*
"Whenever, I talk of tautologies
And focal details,
You seem to loose 'sensitivity of awareness' ~
You loose sight.
Whenever you talk about rhythm and tempo,
I seem to loose sensitivity
And awareness.
Noticed?"
~ Raving
"What do you mean by your tautologies?
They, your Furries?
Yes, Furries, I understand. Tautologies, not, unless,
They, your taught methodology?
Or what ties you down earth, your taut tether,
Your balloon string?
When I speak of rhythm and tempo, I refer to music,
To wind, to waves, to scattered sense, to scent wafting
In the breeze ~ Riffling eyelashes,
Awakening the nostrils,
Tearing the eyes, a chill, or warmth, brushing hair,
Caressing skin, skittering across
... a counterpane,
My ear's tambourine, my tympanum, an anvil ~
A hammer
Hammering sense, electric impulses
Traveling up the canal, my ear's open expanse,
Winding a cochlear spiral, tracing
Sense, making its way toward
My waiting brain,
My mind, to assemble and remember ~
To make my picture,
Clothe my skin.
For as I surely know ~ My derma
Makes my dermatoglyphics, describes the lines
That form patterns on my skin
... my finger prints, the whorls folding
Circles, my own singular
DNA."
~ Twittering
*
... or tulips, gently swaying, fluttering, in the breeze.
A Dutch bay, a ship coasting toward port,
An enclosed bay, lapping waves, the sea behind,
A Dutch coastline, a port of entry
... a cinematic view.
~ * ~
~ Snip, snip ~
"The fish seems
Relatively energetic,
A couple of lost scales,
And a slight warp in its overall shape."
~ Ictabella
Just see ~
D'Arcy Thompson,
"On Growth and Form."
Hope
That helps.
"Not familiar with D'Arcy.
I looked it up and frankly don't
Have the energy to weave through what
I saw thanks any way. The fry
Is going alright so far ~
I'm doing plenty of salt dip for wounds,
And I'll repeat periodically."
~ Ictabella
!HOLD ON!
Salt? Dip? Scales?
Considering how
Much fish per pound, spread out
Upon a periodic table? Think not! Wow,
That's mean. Me, yes,
I'll call Verizon,
Post Haste, I'll report your violation,
I won't hesitate ~
I'll have your Internet
Connection dissolved. Justice? You bet!
Fish fry, you say?!
!HOLD ON!
Better not!
*
"Watch out!
... here comes, Trouble."
~ Raving
"Really! Leon's
Maltese?! Tres kewl."
~ Twittering
"...oops, I mean Trouble,
That mischief-maker Maltese of Ms.
Leon[A]. Just see ~ The Queen,
The Helmsely Plaza, New Yorky City."
~ Twittering
*
"... and Liebe,
Where?"
~ Twittering
"... or 'shit happens'"
~ Raving
"Taxi, or top tier?"
~ Twittering
*
"Its curious as to how
You and me do the same kind of thing .
YET quite
Differently.
... I take a lunge at it,
And tend to pick up details in
The focus."
~ Raving
"O, you fence? En gaarde ~ !
A Muskrat, you?"
~ Twittering
"You on the other hand,
Seem to take a longer 'run-up' and see
Details more in the periphery."
~ Raving
"Periphery?
Meaning what? I sense place, I feel geography,
I look inside a crystal ball, a sphere.
I see gestalt.
I see the path
... the road leading to a destination
... a vanishing point, infinity's unreached
... beach
And the adventure along the way
... the wake of a trail,
Draws history, leaves the larger map ~
A cartographer's Grande View ...
A spiraling path
... scoping the center, circling toward vanishing
Until, alas,
An Arrival ~
... canal spread beauty ...
A port emerges into view, just over the horizon,
A scoped destination, by astrolabe, by astrologer, by cartographer,
After a lengthy journey at sea
... where no boundaries, or solids exist, only the broad
Perimeter, the horizon's silver loop,
The sky's dome, a half hemisphere cupping above.
Your eye view ~
The relatively flat expanse of water in all directions ~
Until alas,
>From a singular distant point ~
Land emerges, a solid sighted,
A new view."
~ Twittering
"I don't think that our songs are very different
... EXCEPT for a
weirdness caused by this difference
In 'scale' of doing it. ... When I
Do it at your scale, then I cannot see
It at my scale ... and vice
Versa.
Comments?"
~ Raving
"What do you on your scale,
Your screen?
A Dutch shipping port, a 17th c. Dutch Brewery,
Haarlem, Holland ..."
~ Twittering
*
"Ooo!"
~ Folly
"... O, yes, I hear ..."
~ Twittering
"Is this Tangled
Wood?"
~ Folly
"No,
The Disenchanted Forest,
This."
~ Twittering
"Greetings! Do you Tango,
Or
Know a kangaroo?"
~ Folly
"Tango? Hm. Dunno.
But I know Lance and Rew,
Kangaroos,
And Kanga, too!"
~ Twittering
Takes two
... O, don't you know?
Takes two
... to do The Tango ~
So, shall we dance,
So shall we take a chance?
So aggravated, I am, from dancing alone ~"
~ Folly
"O, let's! Me, too,
All home alone,
Just me, Mum, my Skyline Phone."
~ Twittering
"But O, I hear,
Or so I'm told,
You're writing a Divine Poem?"
~ Folly
"Why, Golly, yes!
And you must be, let me guess ~"
~ Twittering
"Folly."
~ Folly
"Yes!
Finally!"
~ Twittering
~ * ~
_________________________________________
~ * ~ A Sign, Boarded Shingle
Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~
_________________________________________
~ Just a Few
Mad Chester Bands, Tunes To Win To! ~
~ * ~
The Happy Mondays
The Charlatans
The Stone Roses
The Inspiral Carpets
The Mock Turtles
Northside
New Order
Sub Sub
New Fast Automatic Daffodils
_________________________________________
~ * ~
"...but O,
These memories kill."
~ Twittering
*
"Ok I said something
In another letter about looking at the sun
With my telescope, and people said I need a filter.
Well I was looking around
And I found this ~ Telescope Sun Filter 5.5" O.D.
Celestron Meade Orion.
TaNX."
~ Holly
"Filter, what that, and O, dear,
What's Next? Or a filter, merely a presence, an atmosphere
... of others? A net, after gross income,
What's left? What precipitates, particulate matter
Polarizing air
... or my Levelor horizontal stripes, my Venetian blinds
Angling the sharp sun's light?"
~ Twittering
... a sand barre ...
New Fast Automatic Daffodils
~ Where Waves Washed
Ashore, or
The Big Dipper's Flock of Stars ~
"... a Culpepper,
Bigshot's veterinarian, Dad's best bud,
Or a flea dipper? Or Flipper,
... that Delphinium swimming blew?"
~ Twittering
"As the star shepherd
Said, 'Let's get the flock outta here!'"
~ Double-A
"Enough! Off to see Louis
Pasteur, my apothecary, I must heretofore go! For, NeoStratta
I require.
My derma's crying."
~ Twittering
*
Twittering One
"do clowns...
i mean clouds ever run out
of water"
~ Ultrajohn
"... when they precipitate,
Disperse
... when clouds precipitate,
Disperse rain, or snow, from condensation
... a state right before, rain's incipience,
A cloud. Rain, a potential. Rein potential
... matter from ether. Rain falls ~
A deference to nature's demands,
An inclement weather.
Clemency,
A fair humanity,
A just way, if considered well."
~ Twittering
*
"Who? Who
Is the illustrated One?"
~ Twittering
"A language
Written on the body, or
The illustrated
Body, a language of life, the universe,
A language making light live,
Or recorded time, as Nature writes.
Yes, O, reality, metaphor, time, god, soul
... all
Written on the body."
~ Who
"And writing,
The body's language?"
~ Twittering
"A body,
A written history, a vocabulary, a matter bearing,
Bourne in time. Or,
A conception, and emblematic device,
A figuration. The soul, a formation,
Time's form, evolving,
Shaped by the demands, the forces of nature,
The universe, and our experience
... within, both
Container
Contained.
A Holy Grail, a cage buttressing light ~
A vessel of liquid soul
within the universe, our container,
A wired mesh
Mail ~ A flexible armor of interlocking metal rings
Or overlapping planes,
A semiotic chain, linking
A reined chain
Cupping matter, a pitter patter
... rain drops."
~ Who
"O."
~ Twittering
"All true,
Twittering. Quote me,
Too,
If you like."
~ Who
"Will do!
But, O, Who ~
My armor itches, my skin
Scratches, for I, surely you know! Have
Tactile sensitivity. So enough suffering,
Enough! Off to Louis
Pasteur, my apothecary, I must heretofore go! For, NeoStratta
Moisturizer I require.
My derma's dry and crying."
~ Twittering
*
Twittering One
"What is life?
.... Subjectivity, history, information ...
Information is a way of 'storing' history,
... of having the 'past'
exert it's influence on the future. .... of capturing the 'past' and
building on it.
.. . 'something' like this.
Thus ~
.... Subjectivity, { history , information }
I'll take a break.
... I'm sweating it Twittering.
... I need to pull my life together
NOW."
~ Raving
"What does all this do
For you
Raving?"
~ Twittering
"I need to set this stuff
In sleep
And come right down through it.
Lots of answers. .... No questions
A flock of answers.
... in search of the question.
By George!
I think I've got it."
~ Raving
"...perhaps ~ As Faith permits,
Learn to ask the right
Questions?
Or,
A flock of sweaters ~
A sheep's meadow, a lark, my Furry, for whom
I quest, he, now, in search
Of warmth, his gym sock sweater, the one
I made for him?
For, perhaps, when questing, a flock of answers
... in search of the answer
Time's
Rhyme, a given answer. So as a matter
Of course, or one's correction, of lost,
Or going nowhere in particular ~ Rein curiosity,
A peculiar ascension, pair
Question's timing, and see what presentation ~
Your presented answer,
As well, the form ~ The cat brings in, or ocean
Washes
... ashore.
Or,
Where time's tide
... washes
Me."
~ Twittering
"...or
Wait and see?
Got food?"
~ Twittering
"Learn to ask the right
Questions?
Twittering!
How did you know?
.... and what am
I doing?"
~ Raving
"Dunno. Guess, I guess. Do know,
I sleepy grrl.
Got food?
Got warm bed?
Got warm home?"
~Twittering
... polysemy ...
"A flock of answers.
... in search of the question."
~ Twittering
"Learn to ask the right
Questions?
Twittering!
How did you know?"
~ Raving
"Faith,
My friend, told me so."
~ Twittering
" ...and what am
I doing?"
~ Raving
"Raving, you are. But, O?
Raving, are you raving about raving, or
The importance of friends?
For, of that, their important role,
I already know. Only, O, mine left,
Or most. Don't you know? Or, if only
I knew for sure ~ If all rehearsing, now, 'Noir ~
Twisted Notes,' my opera, de Morning Wood, an Outlyer Linescape,
My oeuvre.
If so,
O ~
What nerve!
O, if so ~ They should have all
Told me
So!"
~ Twittering
Twittering One
Twittering."
~ Twittering
Twittering One
Twittering."
~ Twittering
*
bridge
shroud
exaggeratedly
submerged
bank
be careful
maneuver
slimy
speckled
color
supposed
squirming
bottom
*
Trout tickling ~
"There is something about an impending vacation that brings images of
fish across my eyes .. looking down from a low bridge peering into the
shrouded river bank "look! look!" pointing exaggeratedly at the near
river bank submerged to the river floor a shadow, a dark shape with
dull speckles" Its a fish.
We made our way down from the bridge--a summer day so bathed in
sunshine and fishermen--to the bank, treading carefully so as not to
make sound -- "it was important to be quiet or the fish would startle."
There it was, nestled close to the river bank, not too deep there so
the shadow seen from above emerged as a dull, shiny form, a fish form
swaying gently from side to side.
"If you are very careful, you can tickle a fish on its belly, it rises
slowly to the surface", or so I was told on the long ago day. Lie down
quietly on the river back "be careful of your shadow, the fish will
see" reach an arm in to the cool water and slowly maneuver under the
fish, to tickle the belly--its cold and slimy in there.
gently tickling brings the fish to the surface, a relationship is
formed as the light begins to play on the fish's back -- the light
gleams there turning the dull surface "skin" of the fish to a vivid
array of speckled color--its a trout
floating now very near to the surface I am supposed to flip it out,
onto the bank -- with licking lips for a feast tonight--an almighty
heave sends the fish squirming and running, back out and to the bottom
of the river .. another one got away."
~ 6 degrees
*
"Is that the best way to reach perception, then?"
I didn't say that."
"Yes, but, you said ~ "
"I only mean that you often see more, for example, if you look at an
upside down reflection in water, than you do if you look at what casts
it ~ any upright sign of life along the shore, you see."
"But which is clearer?"
"That depends on the angle of the light, the stillness of the
surface, that sort of thing. But curiously enough, it can add another
dimension to what you look at, if you see it a pure dislocated way."
"What sort off dimension?"
"Take it another way, then, in terms of time.
"Time?"
~ Paul Horgan,
>From "Whitewater"
[p. 3]
*
Twittering One
in which most were confined required everyone
to speak in a limited use of the inexhaustible language
which was their inheritance."
~ Paul Horgan,
>From "Whitewater"
[p. 171]
Raving Loonie
Twittering One wrote:
> "Sad
> Twittering."
> ~ Twittering
uuuhhh ..... hullo ?
Twittering One
Raving Loonie
... why sad?
... too much giddy?
... too much ????
sad as in "comming down", ... as a 'refractive' period?
...as after a 'refractive' period?
"sad" is a very simple feeling for me. i don't recognize many flavors
of sad
.... how I arrive at 'sad' IS rich ...
Raving Loonie
Raving Loonie
Twittering One wrote:
> me.
allo?
you rang?
R
Twittering One
I sung.
Raving Loonie
..or sad, I'm so sad ....
I'm so lonely , I could cry ....
:(
:(
:(
Shall I go about answering some of your responses?
Raving Loonie
How very true. ... how very infant-like ... how very frustrating ...
how very unecessary
... how useful and 'essential' to change all of "such".
Twittering,
I ALWAYS believed in art ...
... until, I learned what created 'ART'
... until, I learned that ART was nothing
... until, I learned that ART was akin to a 'pretty face'
And the 'mystique' of art abandoned me ...
and I 'understood'
and I came to appreciate 'Twittering', the communications 'engineer'
... until, I continue to yearn to make the background-conscious,
TANGIBLE.
... if this makes you sad, I am sorry
NUMBER:26507 QUOTATION:My own suspicion is that the Universe is not
only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.
ATTRIBUTION:J.B.S. (John Burdon Sanderson) Haldane (1892-1964),
British scientist. Possible Worlds, "Possible Worlds," (1927).
NUMBER:26503 QUOTATION:I wish I had the voice of Homer
To sing of rectal carcinoma. ATTRIBUTION:J.B.S. (John Burdon Sanderson)
Haldane (1892-1964), British scientist. Cancer's a Funny Thing, New
Statesman (London, Feb. 21, 1964).
"The main functions of my rhyme," Haldane wrote, "were to induce
cancer patients to be operated on early and to be cheerful about it."
The poem describes Haldane's colostomy.
NUMBER:26504 QUOTATION:In fact, words are well adapted for description
and the arousing of emotion, but for many kinds of precise thought
other symbols are much better. ATTRIBUTION:J.B.S. (John Burdon
Sanderson) Haldane (1892-1964), British scientist. "God-Makers,"
The Inequality of Man (1932).
NUMBER:26508 QUOTATION:A fairly bright boy is far more intelligent and
far better company than the average adult. ATTRIBUTION:J.B.S. (John
Burdon Sanderson) Haldane (1892-1964), British scientist. Quoted in
New York Times (June 13, 1948).
Raving
Raving Loonie
For all of its beauty, it's efficiency, it's effectiveness. ... ...
Art is "nothing". ... Its a tool, a talent, a way of 'percieving', ...
a comunications 'conduit' ... a motivator, ... a words smith, ... a
way of expressing what is otherwise impossibly so.
heretofore ....
Twittering, ... as that timeless "maxim" goes ... concerning 'youth'
...
Art is too 'valuable', too precious, too useful, and too important ...
... to be 'wasted' on the "artist".
Raving Loonie
If you ARE an 'artist', ... meaning ___ , ___, ___, ... ... ...
It is ONLY the artist who posesses that 'specific' filtered view of
reality.
... those exact and peculiar 'tinted' shades .... 'built in'
eyeglasses which are worn for a lifetime
... collecting and savoring a lifetime of 'experience'.
It is non-transferrable, non-refundable, non-exchangable,
non-patentable ...
Use it ... or ... loose it.
the Raving Loonie
Twittering One
"Time?"
~ Paul Horgan,
>From "Whitewater"
[p. 3]
"... given moment. The poverty of power to express
in which most were confined required everyone
to speak in a limited use of the inexhaustible language
which was their inheritance."
~ Paul Horgan,
>From "Whitewater"
[p. 171]
*
The port comes into view, just over the horizon,
After a lengthy journey at sea,
Until alas,
>From a singular distant point ~
Land emerges into view.
... canal spread beauty ...
Universe,
Circular, or circus?
Where no boundaries, or solids exist, only the broad
Perimeter, the horizon's silver loop,
The sky dome's half hemisphere,
The relatively flat expanse of water in all directions ~
An owned perspective
On the universe?
... canal spread beauty ...
Until alas,
>From a singular distant point ~
... canal spread beauty ...
The port comes into view, just over the horizon,
After a lengthy journey at sea ...
... canal spread beauty ...
"Land comes into view ..."
~ Twittering
*
"... a good point, by degrees, you measure your point,
You map your position, you look
Above for the North Star."
~ Mum
"I'll note that well. An armature ~ Yes,
A wired one, akin to the fauna performers En Mr.
Alexander Calder's Circus ~
A framework bent according
To whim and my personal objective sculpting
Goals."
~ Twittering
Or as in Mr.
Calder's case ~ Just plain whimsicality ~ Just
A case of musical chairs
Made from uncorked champagne caps ~
Something to which we might
Best aspire, on our better daze,
Just lolly ~
Gagging with Folly around en chaise lounge.
Hark! Lo!
A Chase, you say?"
~ Mum
"Go ~
Tally ho!"
~ Twittering
*
~ Off, they
Go ~
*
"I'll bet
He's one popular greeter!"
~ Margo
"Bud de Nancy?
Bud de mine!
[Hey!]"
~ Twittering
"Of the couple comments
I've heard about Hersey,
They fit well, but one
Person said the running shoes may be a little
On the clunky side
And not
Have as much
Technology as regular running shoes."
~ Dot
"Try Italian HOt pInk
FeriBowWowZers!
Hope that helps."
~ Twittering
"Can tell by the look
In that little girl's eye.
She was an imminent threat to the very
Stability of Western Civilization
And her mother looked like she was tenuously poised
To bring down the entire global economy.
Thanks to our fearless leaders
This has all been averted.
That was too close for comfort.
We were lucky then...
Maybe next time."
~ emozart
"Hey
... who dragged that piece of crap
In behind the gates? What is it
Supposed to be anyway?
A work of art.
... a sculpture
... a horse maybe?"
~ Merryvale
"That hollow thing from
Troy,
I read about?"
~ Twittering
"Personally
I think it is a crock of shit
And should be wheeled back out side the gate
And fire set to it."
~ Baltazhar
"Hm. On one account, if trickery,
If filled with
Harmful badness. But if,
Art, only,
O, how lovely, how fine, how divine!"
But is it Art,
You ask, or just another
False start?
Values,
A frame of reference ~
Within this,
A Golden Rule.
Some stuff's good
The first time around.
....You smile,
Too, too wickedly
At me...
~
. .
(
V
Drop yr pants ~
What'cha got there? Wanna
Do the cha cha
Cha? What color's your thinking hat?
~ Twittering
"Never liked that saying
'What came first the chicken or the egg?'
The answer to that
I/Is
Neither. Or,
A quantum fluctuation, and space
Fabric created the big bang."
~ Bert
"O, where's Folly? Let's do
The Tango!"
~ Twittering
"Ooo!"
~ Folly
"Hey gang ~
Toss me my La Crosse mitt!
The Big Game's coming up.
La Crosse
Played on the grassy field,
No, certainly not my best game. But alas,
Hell, yes! I'll learn the rules.
But this, no, not taught in Gold Fish School.
O wait ~ Mum's calling me on the phone ~
Um hm. Yes m'am. You got it, sure, ok,
Anything for you. Anyway,
So, as I was saying: Me, yes, I've a bone
To quarrel ~ I prefer another
Game, about the same, only better ~
A Tartan plaid, our family Argyle.
Distill ~ One matter
Makes better two. Enfold Light with Shadow ~
Hold me, please, Mother. Allow
Chiaroscuro, your model, me, bathe light
With form. Form me: A shadow models
Lighter through your form's only real pleasure ~
Mine. My Mother. Mind + matter makes better
My letter's, too. So snow. So know!
My mother knows the square root,
My imaginary
Number, no rumor. All true.
Now, our Winter Wonderland, our door's open ~
Now, alhors! Where's Leonardo?
Time to dart over and witness the show ~ Let me
Escort you, Ms.
Bernays. High Court Awaits your blessing. My confession,
Yours. My arm, yours, too. Indeed, you, yes,
My armature ~ My Divine Form upon
Which I hang my light. Each night.
Or otherwise, me, just ~
~ * A Twittering Flight * ~
Around Idleness...
[Hey!]"
~ Twittering
~ Chimes,
Climes ~
"Interesting stuff, indeed,
This seashore. Got tuna fish to play
With me? And O, Morpheus, you say?
This island, this season, who owns this deed?"
~ Twittering
*
Raving Loonie
Have we REALLY come to understand each other so well, Twittering?
What you write herein is ordinary for me.
of more than 80% plus of it
I undertand
I appreciate
I agree
OR is it just you, dancing around OUTSIDE of me
, playing with me
and you?
~ raving raven loon
Twittering One
Around Idleness...
[Hey!]"
~ Twittering
~ Chimes,
Climes ~
"Interesting stuff, indeed,
This seashore. Got tuna fish to play
With me? And O, Morpheus, you say?
This island,
This season,
Who owns this deed?"
~ Twittering
*
...but Folly, my goose, my friend, my flight
Companion, she kept me not alone.
O, such light!
But that ancient foe, we all too well do know,
The deadline, my destiny missed, so underestimated
I, the time...Too late, my arrival, too slow,
I, in time. Swept far away, another time, I hastened
Toward...
...I hasten
Toward...
Mr.
JM?
You I seek. Please teach
Me, please help me, my beach,
Proper, I seek ~ A pristine sandy shore,
But not a forever eroding
Illusive quicksanded sinking top soil.
Rather, I seek, like you, esteemed one, my soul ~
Quicksilvered air,
A winding stair,
You handing
Me, holding, proffered light,
My nature-lathed key
Unlocking my Inner Room, my landing,
My survival, where alas, my Mother awaits
My long-anticipated arrival. For, as you surely
Must know, yes, me, I have AD[Hi!]D.
My mother, Ms.
God, yes, she.
Nonetheless, she spoils me
Not.
A disciplinarian, she. So Mum set upon
Me my task, my life's lesson ~ To Find
My Way. But O know!
She instructed me thusly ~
"Employ the wisest ones. For my dear,
My love, listen close...
Only with their
Collaboration, their divine assistance, will you reach
Your goal. Now go!
I trust
You'll find your way
Back to me.
Bring Leonardo, too."
But O, I am so lost...
Leon, frail, fragile, suffering too much pain,
After seventeen years, my baby, partially lame,
I was forced to help him sleep. So off to Morpheus Dr.
Peter Kross, DVM, helped Leon go.
No choice had I, so long
I delayed, some say, too long. But O do know ~
Without Leonardo, my life, hardly
A life, only a shell, a fossil.
So if you see him, know!
You must bring Leon back to me,
And together we must back to mother go,
Our home...
*
~ * ~
Mare nostrum ~ An area of sea
Under the jurisdiction of one country or shared
By two or more countries.
Mare clausum ~ A sea or other area of water
Under the jurisdiction of one country
And closed to all others.
Mare liberum ~ An area of sea open
To the ships of all countries.
*
Mare's nest ~ A complicated or muddled situation;
A discovery at first thought to be important
Or valuable
But subsequently found to be an illusion,
A hoax, or valueless.
*
Morpheus,
Art Though a Drug God? Or, is this ~
Margrove? If so, who's Margrave?
Are we in Westchester, or
Are you a Jester?
Or a Quester? O, so many more questions
And equations
Have I!
"If so, try here ~
The Modern Antiquarian."
~ Morpheus
But there may be something to be said
About confusing correlation
With causation...
...as in,
Correlation recognition
Sparks, causing an effect ~
Thusly said, correlation sparks causation!
But in linear sequence...
And perhaps, just a question,
Correlation results from
Mutual originating cause? Or moreover,
Where are we?
"Thou art
In Art."
~ Morpheus
O, okay.
That's a start!
Merci.
...and this,
The Shimmering Sea?
"Oui."
~ Morpheus
O.
"More questions,
Questing Twittering One?"
~ Morpheus
Oui. Indeed.
Who owns, the Shimmering Sea, this Blew Lagoon
Under the moon ~
Who holds this deed?
~ * ~
....balloon
wafts
wind ~
wardly...
~~~~~ waves
*
Twittering One
and I 'understood'
and I came to appreciate 'Twittering', the communications 'engineer'
... until, I continue to yearn to make the background-conscious,
TANGIBLE.
... if this makes you sad, I am sorry"
~ Raving
"A map, do you offer,
Raving? For, 'when the light particles
Known as photon strike the retina in a particular
Pattern related to an object,
The nerve cells activated in that pattern ~ Say,
A circle or a cross ~
Constitute a transient neural 'map.' Or so, Dr.
Damasio told me."
~ Twittering
Twittering One
Twittering One
reality.
... those exact and peculiar 'tinted' shades .... 'built in'
eyeglasses which are worn for a lifetime
... collecting and savoring a lifetime of 'experience'.
It is non-transferrable, non-refundable, non-exchangable,
non-patentable ...
Use it ... or ... loose it."
~ Raving
"Doggles."
~ Twittering
Twittering One
heretofore ....
~ Raving
"Forsoothe,
I guess."
~ Twittering
Raving Loonie
that is nice ... and not much content, either plop
Yes
a map
a map, maps to what map
... and 'meaning'?
a map
a description
a recognition
a memory
a meaning
an object
an abstraction
and don't ever think of these >>>things<<< Twittering, dear
that'll do you no good. No madam
way way way too slow
hey! notice how i loose the punctuation?
{ and don't ever think of these thing Twittering, dear
that'll do you no good. }
waywayway way way way too slow
feel 'em
tickle 'em
grope and prod and skate your way round considerations
best way I know to 'trip' the light fantastic
Raving
How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck
wood?
RL
Raving Loonie
> ..where, these quotes, you find, Raving?
For the present
http://www.bartleby.com/
.. as for Haldane, I've read some of his stuff a while ago and had to
search google for the more obscure stuff
You know about "Bartlett's familiar quotations" and that ilk, surely?
Each edition is a bit different, .. and useful
... since the fire, I have lost the several Ed.s that I could easily
put my hands on
see:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-form/002-3065430-4610400
Raving Loonie
Its easy for me to forget what I shall now say.
Things go very slowly and clunky right now, because of the "context" of
of my efforts
I seek to embrace a 'big sky' picture
No! ... big heavens ................. PICTURE
and synthesize ... a.k.a. 'condense' ***new*** elements of
'Reality' from that impossibly endless space.
As they say in real estate ...
... it's location, location, location
stupid words these!
EXCEPT when *****{ i can remember for myself }*****
.... that all the 'intelligent meaning', herein ... is ...
.... locating WITHIN the 'Light Fantastic'
finding 'location' & 'bearing' in such a big scene is ...
fucking difficult
and so so so so easy to 'forget'
... to loose sight of.
Raving
Twittering One
I guess."
~ Twittering
*
... canal spread beauty ...
... wind
mill ...
"Arias, who's prowling?
And what's that sigh, a sign signaling
Me?
My attention,
No longer mine, kidnapped by that bear, that dear,
Tip toeing near
... O, yes, I hear ..."
~ Leonardo
*
~ * ~
_________________________________________
~ * ~ A Sign, A Boarded Shingle
Hung Out TO Dry ~ * ~
_________________________________________
~ The Four Theaters of the Brain ~
* Dr. John Ratey's Tavern *
I. Perception
II. Attention, Consciousness, Cognition
III. Brain Function
IV. Identity, Behavior
_________________________________________
~ * ~
*
... canal spread beauty ...
The frog climbed its ladder,
Down into her
Hypogeum,
Her underground burial chamber.
"Have you seen Hypogram,
That hypograffe?"
~ Puffin Prancer
"Last I saw,
Hypogram ran off ~ Searching
For a black cat in a dark room,
Or a cat who looks like a cook, working
Her whiskers whacky, crazed from
Chasing Raven Skull, who argued, raged, ran amuck!"
~ Acacia
'No!
You don't say? Such utter nonsense,
Besides, I bet my cat's hat is blacker than black!"
~ Puffin Prancer
"No
Commonsense, none."
~ Acacia
*
... canal spread beauty ...
... wind
mill ...
~ * ~
Raving Loonie
... much good advice from you Twittering
.... much appreciated
... i need time to read, digest and repair my broken rudder before I
set sail again
understand?
~ Raving
Twittering One
... wind
mill ...
~ * ~
"...where, these quotes, you find,
Raving?"
~ Twittering
"Bartlebys,
... as for Haldane,
I've read some of his stuff a while ago
And had to
Search Google for the more obscure stuff.
You know about 'Bartlett's Familiar Quotations'
And that ilk, surely?
Each edition is a bit different, ... and useful
... since the fire, I have lost the several Ed.s that I could easily
Put my hands on."
~ Raving
"An Ilk? With antlers?
A moose, I've seen, but never, no, not
An Ilk. I think so lovely, yes, to spot an Ilk
In these Disenchanted Woods.
But as for Bartletts, yes, a pear, one well ripened,
O, so nice, know!
But their Pear soap, O, no, never!
Too harsh,
Despite their advertisement.
Basis soap, I prefer, for Sensitive Skin.
But pear soup, too, I fancy ~
Very nice!"
~ Twittering
Twittering One
understand?
~ Raving
"Just see ~ Reader's Digest,
The best, yes, yet
TK."
~ Twittering
Twittering One
My great grandfather, too, a physician, as well, my uncle
Roughly. My other great grandfather, in advertising.
And my other
Two, those Great Danes, yes,
Still
Researching them, and farther back, Dutch
... O never mind.
But did you that ~
'Before the invention of the telegraph
And telephone, telepathic calls were the only way
In which people could instantly
Alert others at a distance to their needs,
Or summon them
>From afar.'
~ Rupert Sheldrake,
>From 'The Sense of Being Stared At'
[p. 57]"
~ Twittering
Double-A
Twittering One wrote:
[snip]
>
> ~
> . .
> (
> V
>
> Drop yr pants ~
What you have to do at an airport security station nowadays!
Double-A
Patriot Act? Or Voyeurs Relief Act?
Twittering One
.... locating WITHIN the 'Light Fantastic' "
"Wrong. Meaning also in simple acts,
Decency, kindness, honesty."
~ Twittering
Raving Loonie
The space .. as in volume of consideration ... is so huge
1) .. keeping sight of even the qualities is hopeless
2) ... every trick in the book and a heck of a lot more are used to
span, grasp and condense considerations.
"Meaning also in simple acts,
Decency, kindness, honesty."
~ Twittering
... being an example
... so many 'perspectives'
... so many qualities
.. so many directions for preserving and interweaving pattern &
information!
.. It's one of those reasons , it's so hard to do all by myself.
You seem to understand
... you seem to understand enough.
.... I'll be bck in a few hours
R
Twittering One
... just music, said Mr.
Eno.
Raving Loonie
You are correct to say that I am wrong.
ITwittering, I have gone far out on a limb to get to this point and
there is no turning back for me.
Wherever one stands in considering reality, the 'view' is so MINISCULE.
I can say that there is much more 'awareness' tucked away in the
background-consciousness, ... and I might have trained myself to
become more sensitive to it. ... Yet, in the main, it is unapparent and
unknown. ... Thus I take a hard negative to your negative. .. I say
that you are 'wrong'!
... Not because you are "wrong"; you are correct; ... but because
unless you pointed it out to me, I would NOT have known of my
wrongness.
Just as your "pointing it out to me" indiciates to me that you ALSo
loose sight of the larger whole.
... what does all this gobbldy goop mean?
==================> I am trying to raise my own ... and Twittering's
... and anyones 'cognizance' of being {aware yet oblivious} wherever
one might be.
IMO, this is what is required to go beyond the limitations of
subjectivity.
Seeing subjectivity as 'limited' is real tough!
I'm tired Twittering. ... I sat around last night trying to work and
got nowhere. I need to get some sleep. ... Maybe, I will come back at
it later, .. if whatever.
I've gone out on a limb .... must keep going further. ... only way.
Twittering One
~ Raving
'En garrde ~!
~ Twittttttterrrrring
Raving Loonie
I'm depressed.
... a bit later today ??? , I'm going to come out writing with a
vengence.
I'm getting eaten alive because I see the big picture and others don't.
"
"Thus"
~ Raving
~ it's wonderful .... wish I didn't feel so blue.
... I am caught at this road block and I have to hurdle myself over it!
thanks twitter
Raving Loonie
~ Twittering's song
... to joust, to 'thrust' at the point.
... to start outside the point and thence to move toward it and cut
away
touche
Raving