Poems: May 28th, 2005
Robert Morpheal
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Sitting it out,
with nothing in a pocket
except a pocket full of dreams
that all need two or more of something.
Playing cat's cradle
with tangled lines of words,
from which we long ago exorcized
all the alphabets of love.
Sitting it out,
left holding nothing but the ends
of those dozens of broken threads
where some make and cut their knots.
There are strangers passing through,
as the ghosts of various beginnings
that offered no real conclusions,
being terminated in mid conversation.
Sitting it out,
slowly being disconnected,
broken loose from any trace of feeling
for anyone who would have been special.
No money for the carnivals
that have opened up on every street,
where the girls in the kissing booths
always ask more than they used to.
Sitting it out,
hearing it all go by,
falling behind while it all gets ahead,
can't get it on a pocket full of dreams.
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280505B
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Always a fool if you trust,
and paranoid if you don't,
it's all unacceptable risk.
No one is ever happy
with any version of any answer
if it isn't their own - parrot voiced.
They always prove they would be happier
with the lip sync mannequins,
mirror images of their own eyes.
They want you to give your all
but they won't go in your direction
even one fraction of your own way.
They don't know where they are,
and they don't know how they got there
but they are always headed somewhere else.
You are almost dead in the water,
from learning how much they care,
as you fall face down into the deep.
You cannot do it with money,
you cannot get it for free,
and then they mess with you half way.
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280505C
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Pulling the needles out,
finding more pins, in more places,
and each night finding another curse
upon this, your, voodoo doll.
There appears to be a new blurring
between your ideas of love
and your ideas of torture, or perhaps,
an applying of the same system to both.
When my intentions were for a big success,
you passionately insisted on little failures,
wearing out our time, between reassurances,
keeping all the others out with whispers.
If I had known you were only weakening us,
I would have pushed the stop button
driving a stake or crucifix through that automaton heart,
mechanically ending your game.
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280505D
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Wiping the movie visions
from these shattered eyes,
I am forced to burn the script,
watching all the characters
run further away.
You were the last of the protagonists,
forcing abandonment
of the entire plot,
having murdered it carefully
with devious misunderstandings,
cancelled circumstances and exiles,
along with other more damaging affairs
out beyond the wing,
until I could not go on,
because it was never meant to be a story
of various types of murder
and sabotage.
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280505E
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You make me wait, and wait,
always too busy, never able to make time,
always something else is up,
until something else falls through for me,
suddenly, unexpectedly,
so that you can shift the blame,
while cancelling,
anything that was not already
dispossessed or disposed of.
It is at those sorts of moments
that you claim perfect honesty.
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Sherrie Lee
Fame! David Bowie!
Sherrie Lee
Sherrie Lee wrote:
> Quickly:
>
> Fame! David Bowie!
What I mean is, what you learn
when things are hollow,
fame. Is it any wonder???
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
fame, fame
fame,
What's your name?
Robert Morpheal
>
> Quickly:
>
> Fame! David Bowie!
Sherrie, do you know where I can get some good old fashioned, and
useful, fame ? I could use some. Do you have a cupful or two that
I could borrow ?
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
>
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
> > Quickly:
> >
> > Fame! David Bowie!
>
> What I mean is, what you learn
> when things are hollow,
> fame. Is it any wonder???
>
> Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
> fame, fame
> fame,
>
> What's your name?
Sherrie, who are you ?
Are you really the sort of woman I would want to have sex with ?
R.M.
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
> >
> > Sherrie Lee wrote:
> > > Quickly:
> > >
> > > Fame! David Bowie!
> >
> > What I mean is, what you learn
> > when things are hollow,
> > fame. Is it any wonder???
> >
> > Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
> > fame, fame
> > fame,
> >
> > What's your name?
>
>
> Sherrie, who are you ?
I am that I am.
> Are you really the sort of woman I would want to have sex with ?
Who are you?
Sherrie Lee
I have access to only the fifteen minute variety.
In fact, I picture you as a bleached blonde,
with side part, slightly boufante and held in place
with dippity doo, a warhol kinda fella.
please, be careful.
Sherrie Lee
Sherrie Lee wrote:
> Robert Morpheal wrote:
> > Sherrie Lee wrote:
> > >
> > > Sherrie Lee wrote:
> > > > Quickly:
> > > >
> > > > Fame! David Bowie!
> > >
> > > What I mean is, what you learn
> > > when things are hollow,
> > > fame. Is it any wonder???
> > >
> > > Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
> > > fame, fame
> > > fame,
> > >
> > > What's your name?
> >
> >
> > Sherrie, who are you ?
>
> I am that I am.
That was the quick copout answer. Makes me sound like
a burning bush which I ought avoid in light of your
question below, unless, the alt.surrealism group
wants that sort of painted picture. Nevertheless,
the I am approach works as a response during the midnight
hour for a woman whose attitude about work is playful
about 85% of the time (how that percentage is derived
is informally estimated); therefore, she tends to be
all work and some play. With that in mind, I'll switch
persons to the first and inform you that I had an emergency
to which I needed to attend which involved city officials last night.
Since then, I had spoken with Tom Bishop over the phone. It is possible
that that information may be suggestive of
(or as to) who I am.
I am not very practiced at the art of certain language skills
considering my background and my current lifestyle which
doesn't afford much in the way of exercising the language skills
about which I hint. For further information regarding the matter,
please consult rap member ggamble, oka "gg". PJR might also lend some
insight.
My natural language abilities are more along the lines of what
Mr. Bishop alleged were -hi-'s abilities. My (now what is that word?
you know? the word ... got it)lexicon consists of maybe 1000 words,
and I'll be kind to myself and not include prepositions, conjunctions
and articles. Then again, I am likely mistaken, which leads to another
point about myself to consider. With limited language abilities and a
limited vocabulary I'd like to direct your attention
to Kafka and some monkey in a verbal cage. Perhaps later I'll explain.
For now, there is a question below which begs attention.
> > Are you really the sort of woman I would want to have sex with ?
>
> Who are you?
The reason I ask is that I haven't the nerve nor the audacity
to tell you what you would want. I am not sure why you ask.
Let it be known, for the record, I am celibate. Some people
might find that attractive, however, I do not aim to make
celibacy a "til death do us part" choice nor a means of seduction.
I simply happen to be in one of my more selective moods
after having been divorced from
a man that I dared to diagnose as having been a hypocrite.
Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
mentally.
Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
Blog out.
Sherrie Lee
Tom Bishop
"Sherrie Lee" <sherr...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:1117383781.3...@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
You had a moment of insanity.
>
> I am not very practiced at the art of certain language skills
> considering my background and my current lifestyle which
> doesn't afford much in the way of exercising the language skills
> about which I hint. For further information regarding the matter,
> please consult rap member ggamble, oka "gg". PJR might also lend some
> insight.
I'm sure. Happens a few times a year, and even then it
can be quite wrong.
>
> My natural language abilities are more along the lines of what
> Mr. Bishop alleged were -hi-'s abilities.
What I allege is largely up for grabs.
If -hi- wants to do meter exercises Usenet,
what do I care. He might write a pome someday.
Sherrie, your poetry style isn't anything like -hi-'s
but perhaps you should attempt each other's style
for a week. Share notes online.
> My (now what is that word?
> you know? the word ... got it)lexicon consists of maybe 1000 words,
> and I'll be kind to myself and not include prepositions, conjunctions
> and articles. Then again, I am likely mistaken, which leads to another
> point about myself to consider. With limited language abilities and a
> limited vocabulary I'd like to direct your attention
> to Kafka and some monkey in a verbal cage. Perhaps later I'll explain.
> For now, there is a question below which begs attention.
>
>
>> > Are you really the sort of woman I would want to have sex with ?
>>
>> Who are you?
>
> The reason I ask is that I haven't the nerve nor the audacity
> to tell you what you would want. I am not sure why you ask.
> Let it be known, for the record, I am celibate. Some people
> might find that attractive, however, I do not aim to make
> celibacy a "til death do us part" choice nor a means of seduction.
> I simply happen to be in one of my more selective moods
> after having been divorced from
> a man that I dared to diagnose as having been a hypocrite.
Because he broke his promise and left?
> Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
> to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
> skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
> sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
> mentally.
> Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
> associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
> I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
> unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
> I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
> Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
What difference does it make? Doesn't sound like your pussy is in it.
Whenever you get the mood -- /men/ are almost always ready.
But women want a relationship.
I want a roommate that works in exchange for a room
and keep meaning to place the (local) ad. I wouldn't want to have
sex with the roommate, since it would turn into a relationship.
Does this sound like someone with whom you would want Roomate?
>
> Blog out.
>
> Sherrie Lee
>
Robert Morpheal
> I am that I am.
You want to be worshipped ?
> Who are you?
It takes a lifetime of intensive work to discover that, and then other
people will decide differently after one's life is over and done with.
R.M.
Tom Bishop
"Robert Morpheal" <morp...@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
news:429A3C4C...@sympatico.ca...
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
>> I am that I am.
>
> You want to be worshipped ?
Could she handle it?
Do you know how?
I've often thought a pussy-eating contest would
be fun, but the concept, in reality TV, with women as judges
is too funny.
>
>> Who are you?
>
> It takes a lifetime of intensive work to discover that, and then other
> people will decide differently after one's life is over and done with.
According to Meher Baba (the last self-indentified incarnation
of the "avatar") his life was greased by dozens of other incarnations.
John baptised with the same unction.
Suspect Buddha too, not that any-Bodhi cares.
:)
Tom Bishop
>
> R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> persons to the first and inform you that I had an emergency
> to which I needed to attend which involved city officials last night.
> Since then, I had spoken with Tom Bishop over the phone. It is > possible that that information may be suggestive of
> (or as to) who I am.
That increases the mystery, from my viewpoint.
I do tend to believe that city officials are always looking for
emergencies, and that that is their modus operendi and their reason
d'etre. Something such as that.
> I am not very practiced at the art of certain language skills
> considering my background and my current lifestyle which
> doesn't afford much in the way of exercising the language skills
> about which I hint. For further information regarding the matter,
> please consult rap member ggamble, oka "gg". PJR might also lend some
> insight.
I should question all the witnesses ? Do you think they will divulge
everything they know, without having to be tortured repeatedly ?
> point about myself to consider. With limited language abilities and a
> limited vocabulary I'd like to direct your attention
> to Kafka and some monkey in a verbal cage. Perhaps later I'll explain.
> For now, there is a question below which begs attention.
The ability to use language is secondary to the ability to think, and in
fact derivative, as is evidenced by the precedence of pictograms and
hieroglyphs, long before alphabets, in highly technical societies.
Similarly the ability to verbalize is not definitive of the limit of
what might have been verbalized if the means had been available. The
reason why intelligence tests necessarily fail to define and measure
native intelligence.
> The reason I ask is that I haven't the nerve nor the audacity
> to tell you what you would want. I am not sure why you ask.
It's a natural human tendency. Particularly appropriate when avoiding
deep questions on wide ranging intellectual subjects while talking to
any member of the opposite sex, or who appears to be a member of the
sexual persuasion that one's own gender and sexuality chance to be
sexually attracted to. Does that clarify, somewhat ?
> Let it be known, for the record, I am celibate. ....
> I simply happen to be in one of my more selective moods
Similarly my situation. I am in a very selective mood these days
and have been that way for quite some time.
> after having been divorced from
> a man that I dared to diagnose as having been a hypocrite.
> Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
> to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
> skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
> sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
> mentally.
> Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
> associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
> I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
> unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
Life as a learning experience. A copy of the Kama Sutra might have
proven to be more fun, than a psychology text, but then again one never
knows what one can program into someone else until one tries.
> I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
The question remains as to whether the people in it are trying to
achieve sexual boredom, or to escape sexual boredom. It is never easy to
determine the answer to that question.
> Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
It does make me wonder what you really look like.
> Blog out.
> Sherrie Lee
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> I have access to only the fifteen minute variety.
I just finished filming a sequal to the last scene in Warhol's Chelsea
Girls, with an art professor. So, fifteen minutes of fame, for you,
might be really, really, easy to do.
> In fact, I picture you as a bleached blonde,
> with side part, slightly boufante and held in place
> with dippity doo, a warhol kinda fella.
No. Nothing similar to that. Taller. Thin. They used to say, when they
looked at my face that I was the one who "sees too much and too deep".
I am thinking about cutting my hair really short or shaving it off. More
the look of a directorial presence. I might need that somewhere.
> please, be careful.
I have risked my life many times before. What's one more ?
Besides that I don't think it would be quite that extreme.
I have deviated into the arts, tending away from life risking, much
more than I used to. Probably learning to be more careful than I used
to be.
Now I would like to run a factory. One that makes things that the
future will never forget.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> You had a moment of insanity.
Should she have called David Bowie instead ?
> I'm sure. Happens a few times a year, and even then it
> can be quite wrong.
Almost anything assumed or believed can be quite wrong. Where does that
put 99.9% of the population 99.9% of the time ?
> What I allege is largely up for grabs.
> If -hi- wants to do meter exercises Usenet,
> what do I care. He might write a pome someday.
> Sherrie, your poetry style isn't anything like -hi-'s
> but perhaps you should attempt each other's style
> for a week. Share notes online.
That gives me an idea.
R.M.
Tom Bishop
> Tom Bishop wrote:
>
>> You had a moment of insanity.
>
> Should she have called David Bowie instead ?
Sherrie Lee knows Bowie? :)
>
>> I'm sure. Happens a few times a year, and even then it
>> can be quite wrong.
>
> Almost anything assumed or believed can be quite wrong. Where does that
> put 99.9% of the population 99.9% of the time ?
Not really. There is /a/ reality.
99.9% probably can't separate it from last night's
newspaper, but...
>
>> What I allege is largely up for grabs.
>> If -hi- wants to do meter exercises Usenet,
>> what do I care. He might write a pome someday.
>
>> Sherrie, your poetry style isn't anything like -hi-'s
>> but perhaps you should attempt each other's style
>> for a week. Share notes online.
>
> That gives me an idea.
It should.
Tom Bishop
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> > persons to the first and inform you that I had an emergency
> > to which I needed to attend which involved city officials last night.
> > Since then, I had spoken with Tom Bishop over the phone. It is > possible that that information may be suggestive of
> > (or as to) who I am.
>
> That increases the mystery, from my viewpoint.
I am not mysterious at all.
Just a strange girl who
hasn't lost faith in verbal contracts,
yet.
> I do tend to believe that city officials are always looking for
> emergencies, and that that is their modus operendi and their reason
> d'etre. Something such as that.
Mr. Morpheal has a sense of humor.
I like that. Make me belly ache,
lose my breath, cry, hurt my cheeks,
let me show my hampster, rabbit, and horse
teeth!
> > I am not very practiced at the art of certain language skills
> > considering my background and my current lifestyle which
> > doesn't afford much in the way of exercising the language skills
> > about which I hint. For further information regarding the matter,
> > please consult rap member ggamble, oka "gg". PJR might also lend some
> > insight.
>
> I should question all the witnesses ? Do you think they will divulge
> everything they know, without having to be tortured repeatedly ?
Trust me. They'll say my writing -has- tortured them, rather,
is torturing them. I like that they come to read me time and again.
They are a faithful viewership.
> > point about myself to consider. With limited language abilities and a
> > limited vocabulary I'd like to direct your attention
> > to Kafka and some monkey in a verbal cage. Perhaps later I'll explain.
> > For now, there is a question below which begs attention.
>
> The ability to use language is secondary to the ability to think, and in
> fact derivative, as is evidenced by the precedence of pictograms and
> hieroglyphs, long before alphabets, in highly technical societies.
> Similarly the ability to verbalize is not definitive of the limit of
> what might have been verbalized if the means had been available. The
> reason why intelligence tests necessarily fail to define and measure
> native intelligence.
intelligence is like love and sex
in that it means what it means to the meaner,
if catch my drift.
> > The reason I ask is that I haven't the nerve nor the audacity
> > to tell you what you would want. I am not sure why you ask.
>
> It's a natural human tendency. Particularly appropriate when avoiding
> deep questions on wide ranging intellectual subjects while talking to
> any member of the opposite sex, or who appears to be a member of the
> sexual persuasion that one's own gender and sexuality chance to be
> sexually attracted to. Does that clarify, somewhat ?
huh? I think so. You mean, you're writing your thoughts down?
Like, hmmm, I wonder if I want to have sex with that cute guy
with the ocean blue eyes that look straight into my pupils
and past my foggy, dense matter and right at the electrical
charges that one day translate into squiggles and giggles
and grunts and moans and all that sweaty, gentle, wild
stuff called the bump and grind?
> > Let it be known, for the record, I am celibate. ....
> > I simply happen to be in one of my more selective moods
>
> Similarly my situation. I am in a very selective mood these days
> and have been that way for quite some time.
It's my five year goal which might be renewed when the time comes.
> > after having been divorced from
> > a man that I dared to diagnose as having been a hypocrite.
> > Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
> > to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
> > skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
> > sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
> > mentally.
> > Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
> > associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
> > I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
> > unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
>
> Life as a learning experience. A copy of the Kama Sutra might have
> proven to be more fun, than a psychology text, but then again one never
> knows what one can program into someone else until one tries.
I'm programmable. I once believed in Santa Clause, now I'm working
on my clauses. I take that back. Maybe I'm not programmable.
> > I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
>
> The question remains as to whether the people in it are trying to
> achieve sexual boredom, or to escape sexual boredom. It is never easy to
> determine the answer to that question.
>
> > Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
>
> It does make me wonder what you really look like.
I could look like a rodent or a horse with a small jaw.
I'll be hot when I'm 45 yo. Right now, I'm a hag.
What do you look like?
Sherrie Lee
You hit it right on! I've been trying to figure out
what the hell a moment measures, and thanks to you I
get it now. A lifetime up til now!
I left him after he got upset over a poem
I'd written about flowers oozing sticky stuff
that attracts bees and birds. He simply got jealous
over my lousy writing that he thought was sexual
in nature. Then I discovered temporary internet
cookies that led me to these weird websites
about sucking strange cocks on our computer. Really,
he didn't like that I learned about double standards.
So I left him so I could continue on with my bad writing.
Maybe he's learned how to suck too.
> > Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
> > to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
> > skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
> > sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
> > mentally.
> > Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
> > associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
> > I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
> > unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
> > I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
> > Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
>
> What difference does it make? Doesn't sound like your pussy is in it.
> Whenever you get the mood -- /men/ are almost always ready.
>
> But women want a relationship.
Yeah. Even prostitutes want relationships
whether or not they go deeper than your wallet.
> I want a roommate that works in exchange for a room
> and keep meaning to place the (local) ad. I wouldn't want to have
> sex with the roommate, since it would turn into a relationship.
>
> Does this sound like someone with whom you would want Roomate?
Is that roomate a verb?
Coincidentally, I recently was shopping for apartments.
One ad was by Gary. He said he doesn't want a relationship,
he wants a roommate. But I hazard he'd prefer a relationship
with a roommate who splits the bills.
Another ad was for a big house with ridiculously cheap rent
cuz it was a barter deal for a caregiver to assist in the needs
of the man's elderly father part-time. The elderly father
lived down the street. Interesting what's out there, Tom.
You might try an ad like that. Maybe you'll get a cutie
to help you with your transfers and range of motion. No strings
but a roof and help with bills. Could work out.
Sherrie :-)
> > Blog out.
> >
> > Sherrie Lee
> >
Tom Bishop
Sanity is only one band of man.
Not very useful for poetry ,IMO.
Smilage varies.
Ha!!!!!
Sucking (and other davidic /mouths/ cannons) handles most
external genital plexi.
Sex is deeper.
>
>> > Consequently and for a period of several years, I was determined
>> > to date only men who were under psychiatric care. My reasoning
>> > skills at the time may have been somewhat marred, but it mostly made
>> > sense. At least these men attempted to help themselves behaviorly and
>> > mentally.
>> > Next, I entered a period where I felt I needed to
>> > associate with someone with communication skills. Subsequently,
>> > I learned titles mean very little to me, and I mean no disrespect
>> > unless you do something that earns my disrespect.
>> > I must conclude with a view of the sex world as necessarily absurd.
>> > Does this sound like someone with whom you would want sex?
>>
>> What difference does it make? Doesn't sound like your pussy is in it.
>> Whenever you get the mood -- /men/ are almost always ready.
>>
>> But women want a relationship.
>
> Yeah. Even prostitutes want relationships
> whether or not they go deeper than your wallet.
I had a lover that was an (albeit lesser) professional dominatrix, and
previous
a prostitute (recovering for 13 yrs) alcoholic / coke addict / cancer
survivor, but is now dead from cancer... (from LA, and relocated to me)
...but she didn't like /Yachting/... my greater passion of the time.
She did service a cross-dressing burp of English royalty, but
that's typical for LA Mistresses.
>
>> I want a roommate that works in exchange for a room
>> and keep meaning to place the (local) ad. I wouldn't want to have
>> sex with the roommate, since it would turn into a relationship.
>>
>> Does this sound like someone with whom you would want Roomate?
>
> Is that roomate a verb?
No, it is a /person/, I hope. :)
> Coincidentally, I recently was shopping for apartments.
> One ad was by Gary. He said he doesn't want a relationship,
> he wants a roommate. But I hazard he'd prefer a relationship
> with a roommate who splits the bills.
> Another ad was for a big house with ridiculously cheap rent
> cuz it was a barter deal for a caregiver to assist in the needs
> of the man's elderly father part-time. The elderly father
> lived down the street. Interesting what's out there, Tom.
> You might try an ad like that. Maybe you'll get a cutie
> to help you with your transfers and range of motion. No strings
> but a roof and help with bills. Could work out.
There is a Jr. College in town.
Tom Bishop
Robert Morpheal
Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> he hung the rust in china and said
> garbage like you and they are white
> trash and when you loan them money
> you support their drug habits
>
> and i move on to the next seat where another teacher explains
> five efffffs and were he good i'd remember
> feel, finger, fuck, forget and that's four not five
> or am i a poor student?
>
> and woody (the bartender) directs his speech toward truth
> it's the liquid meth dosed upped
> when i ask about his wit
> and in my memory i return to a beach bum's shoes i've never worn
> and i look past the spot in my eye
> the guy with the steel pliers looks into the scale's mirror
> when i say take your clothes off and if you like what you see
> you've lost enough
Robert Morpheal
> You hit it right on! I've been trying to figure out
> what the hell a moment measures, and thanks to you I
> get it now. A lifetime up til now!
You assume that the great unwashed masses of common humanity
are all perfectly sane ? Therefore "sane" compared to what ?
> I left him after he got upset over a poem
> I'd written about flowers oozing sticky stuff
> that attracts bees and birds. He simply got jealous
> over my lousy writing that he thought was sexual
> in nature. Then I discovered temporary internet
> cookies that led me to these weird websites
> about sucking strange cocks on our computer. Really,
> he didn't like that I learned about double standards.
> So I left him so I could continue on with my bad writing.
> Maybe he's learned how to suck too.
Was he a communist ?
They hate metaphors. They really hate sexual metaphors.
They would rather poems not exist, but if the poems have to exist
then at least they have to be about naked cocks, balls, cunts, fucking
and sucking. No more, and no less explicit than that.
That is why Soviet communist photography had explicit, unromantic,
pictures of naked cocks in it long before the websites got to that
subject matter. They showed it first ! They laboured under the idea that
art, properly, was about naked body parts and the exchange of body
excretions. (None of that flowery and sticky stuff.)
> Yeah. Even prostitutes want relationships
> whether or not they go deeper than your wallet.
We live in an economy and everyone is a prostitute of one type or
another. There are no exceptions. Not sure they all want relationships.
At least not real relationships. Some want to be phonies. I think they
get some sort of sadistic delight from that, if it has any effect, or
they simply feel phoney is safer than real.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> I am not mysterious at all.
> Just a strange girl who
> hasn't lost faith in verbal contracts,
> yet.
That's strange. Your email address does not work. So I posted my comment
on your poem, here. Some of your's are good. A few are bad. Then again
that is true of anyone's writing.
Verbal contacts could be infectious, if you believe William Burroughs
who said "language is a virus from outer space".
> Mr. Morpheal has a sense of humor.
> I like that. Make me belly ache,
> lose my breath, cry, hurt my cheeks,
> let me show my hampster, rabbit, and horse
> teeth!
You should write a volume in that style. Write it like you would prose,
but in that poetic style. Break it into paragraphs. You could recite
some of it during your fifteen hours of fame. Fifteen minutes isn't
really enough to make a lasting enough impression. (The Empire State
building had hours and hours. Another Warhol film.)
Poetry in Motion, the film has some beat poetry in it. Recited. Not
really performance, but recitation by the poets. Ok viewing, but not
really super exciting.
> Trust me. They'll say my writing -has- tortured them, rather,
> is torturing them. I like that they come to read me time and again.
> They are a faithful viewership.
THEY always say that. THEY are easily tortured. So "what does not kill
them makes them stronger". Burroughs again. Read Burroughs. Anything
that he wrote. Novel after novel after novel. See "Naked Lunch". The
movie is ok too. It captures some of the essence of the piece.
> intelligence is like love and sex
> in that it means what it means to the meaner,
> if catch my drift.
Most people have no intelligence. What they refer to as intelligence is
merely boring hearsay and gossip, false beliefs and bad assumptions,
mixed with a bit of out of context religion and some badly misunderstood
media segways. That's it. That's what they consider their intelligence.
Sometimes they mix it with a good dose of paranoia, reading more meaning
into everything than was ever meant by anyone else.
> huh? I think so. You mean, you're writing your thoughts down?
> Like, hmmm, I wonder if I want to have sex with that cute guy
> with the ocean blue eyes that look straight into my pupils
> and past my foggy, dense matter and right at the electrical
> charges that one day translate into squiggles and giggles
> and grunts and moans and all that sweaty, gentle, wild
> stuff called the bump and grind?
Jack Kerouac. Read Kerouac. You're beat. Truly. I like that paragraph.
Can you write hundreds of pages that way ? If you can then you have a
gift. At least a gift. I am not saying your paragraph is consumate
perfection of beat poetic prose, and the epitomy of a new romanticism,
but it's got something. A bit of polish and a bit more flow and it is
something.
Now that I have said that that might make you more popular or NOT. It
depends on the jealousy quotient. Regardless of how that is interpreted.
How can you be more inspired ? (Take deep breaths and stay away from
tabernacles and cathedrals. Stay is, of course, a Victorian implication,
and something someone can get tied into.)
> It's my five year goal which might be renewed when the time comes.
Sort of a five year plan of production. How many words in your quota and
what happens if you fail to meet it ? There has to be a punishment. No
reward, because meeting the quota is a duty and a responsibility. Not
much different from any work ethic. (Not that there is anything wrong
with that. Great American writers do usually produce a lot of writing.
It would be unethical for them not to do so.)
> I'm programmable. I once believed in Santa Clause, now I'm working
> on my clauses. I take that back. Maybe I'm not programmable.
Everyone is breakable and everyone is programmable, but some less than
all the others. It's those few that count. The ones that are resistant
to the programming. Maybe less than 5% of the total population of planet
Earth. It's probably genetic.
> I could look like a rodent or a horse with a small jaw.
> I'll be hot when I'm 45 yo. Right now, I'm a hag.
Furry faced ? Furry faced is definitely not sexy. Well, maybe to some,
but not my tastes. I just exterminated the rodents in my attic. I had to
use secret weapons. They were warfarin resistant and would not comply
with the mandatory bait eating and bleeding to death.
Horses are ok to ride. No, I don't get into saddling and bridling women
so as to ride them. I have seen pictures and a demonstration at a fetish
show. Not anything I would want to get into doing. It seemed a little
inhuman to me.
A hag ? Send me a photo so I can comment more intelligently.
Email is the same as shown on the header.
> What do you look like?
I did tell you. I actually did post a photo on this group,
alt.surrealism, a long while ago. I was looking for a surrealist
girlfriend, activity partner, maybe more. If there was one anywhere
on USENET she was otherwise occupied and didn't answer. Surrealist
girlfriends are hard to find. Very hard to find. Even harder to find
one with really good software skills.
I said software, not softwear.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Sherrie Lee knows Bowie? :)
I wish. Then I could maybe get her to introduce me to him, and
I could make his next video. I wouldn't be that lucky.
> Not really. There is /a/ reality.
Not really. At least not for most people. Most have to make do
with what they are given.
> 99.9% probably can't separate it from last night's
> newspaper, but...
If you are comforted by that system of beliefs, stick to it.
It would be psychologically unwise to unbalance you.
> It should.
I have always lived more dangerously than most people whom I have known.
So why risk too much change ? I might as well continue in the same
genre.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Could she handle it?
Doubtful.
> Do you know how?
That's the easy variable in an equation.
> I've often thought a pussy-eating contest would
> be fun, but the concept, in reality TV, with women as judges
> is too funny.
In America today you would have to have them eating cats.
The animal rights people would be upset, but the fundamentalists
would be placated. After all, it has to be "literal" in every way
possible. That covers at least two of the three bases. Throw the
napkins around the room for the third base and you're almost home.
> According to Meher Baba (the last self-indentified incarnation
> of the "avatar") his life was greased by dozens of other incarnations.
Probably a relative of Ali Baba. One of the forty mystics, or mistakes,
who made a good living at mystification of those bored enough to want to
be confused and perplexed.
> John baptised with the same unction.
John was the equivalent of what a university professor would be today.
He ran a school for the elite. He lost his head for that one. That makes
the story even more interesting. I don't think he was supposed to teach
whom he taught and the king was a little bit miffed due to that fact.
What does that say ? Be careful whom you decide to put through the wash,
or you might just lose your own head.
> Suspect Buddha too, not that any-Bodhi cares.
Prince of the realm also. Quelling rebelions. He was not due to ascend
the throne, and times were really tough, so he went out of the palace to
convince people to cool it and not get too rowdy against the king. Nice
job if you are related and everyone looks after you while you continue
to propagandize.
R.M.
Tom Bishop
>> According to Meher Baba (the last self-indentified incarnation
>> of the "avatar") his life was greased by dozens of other incarnations.
>
> Probably a relative of Ali Baba. One of the forty mystics, or mistakes,
> who made a good living at mystification of those bored enough to want to
> be confused and perplexed.
No, actually. He was quite famous, assembling crowds of up to 100,000
at a time. Coined the phrase: "don't worry, be happy".
>
>> John baptised with the same unction.
>
> John was the equivalent of what a university professor would be today.
> He ran a school for the elite. He lost his head for that one. That makes
> the story even more interesting. I don't think he was supposed to teach
> whom he taught and the king was a little bit miffed due to that fact.
>
> What does that say ? Be careful whom you decide to put through the wash,
> or you might just lose your own head.
>
>> Suspect Buddha too, not that any-Bodhi cares.
>
> Prince of the realm also. Quelling rebelions. He was not due to ascend
> the throne, and times were really tough, so he went out of the palace to
> convince people to cool it and not get too rowdy against the king. Nice
> job if you are related and everyone looks after you while you continue
> to propagandize.
Don't tell me, you have father-issues.
Tom Bishop
>
> R.M.
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> > You hit it right on! I've been trying to figure out
> > what the hell a moment measures, and thanks to you I
> > get it now. A lifetime up til now!
>
> You assume that the great unwashed masses of common humanity
> are all perfectly sane ? Therefore "sane" compared to what ?
The emoting attempted to goof with the concept of "moment".
People who avoid pinning themselves to a specific duration
(a minute) describe their behavior in moments. "It took only
a moment."
I do believe I understand your point regarding sanity
if your questions were meant to be rhetorical.
> > I left him after he got upset over a poem
> > I'd written about flowers oozing sticky stuff
> > that attracts bees and birds. He simply got jealous
> > over my lousy writing that he thought was sexual
> > in nature. Then I discovered temporary internet
> > cookies that led me to these weird websites
> > about sucking strange cocks on our computer. Really,
> > he didn't like that I learned about double standards.
> > So I left him so I could continue on with my bad writing.
> > Maybe he's learned how to suck too.
>
> Was he a communist ?
He was a dictator. That could be funny if you think about it.
> They hate metaphors. They really hate sexual metaphors.
> They would rather poems not exist, but if the poems have to exist
> then at least they have to be about naked cocks, balls, cunts, fucking
> and sucking. No more, and no less explicit than that.
>
> That is why Soviet communist photography had explicit, unromantic,
> pictures of naked cocks in it long before the websites got to that
> subject matter. They showed it first ! They laboured under the idea that
> art, properly, was about naked body parts and the exchange of body
> excretions. (None of that flowery and sticky stuff.)
>
> > Yeah. Even prostitutes want relationships
> > whether or not they go deeper than your wallet.
>
> We live in an economy and everyone is a prostitute of one type or
> another. There are no exceptions. Not sure they all want relationships.
> At least not real relationships. Some want to be phonies. I think they
> get some sort of sadistic delight from that, if it has any effect, or
> they simply feel phoney is safer than real.
Relationship is another one of those abstract words.
I'd like to learn more about surrealism and whether
it differs from abstraction.
Sherrie Lee
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> I like that. That's quite nicely done.
Thank you. My email used to work at the
hotmail place. Now, you have to use
sherriel838ataoldotcom
If I dig up a photo to send you, you'll see.
PJR posted one when he hosted that poetry member site.
By now that one is a couple of years old, but it's bizarre.
I'd just returned from jogging before the sun had risen,
my fresh haircut and too red haircolor was matted with sweat,
and mom (the photographer) had to take like four shots
because she kept missing me. Finally, she took one I liked,
but it was too red so I greyed it which made it look
surreal, if you will.
And then you'll send a photo too.
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> > I am not mysterious at all.
> > Just a strange girl who
> > hasn't lost faith in verbal contracts,
> > yet.
>
> That's strange. Your email address does not work. So I posted my comment
> on your poem, here. Some of your's are good. A few are bad. Then again
> that is true of anyone's writing.
>
> Verbal contacts could be infectious, if you believe William Burroughs
> who said "language is a virus from outer space".
I will read into Burroughs. Thank you.
How come all this attention from you?
Please don't stop because I ask that.
But I've commented on your poetry before
and felt that maybe you took it the wrong way.
Which is ok because it made me want to be more sensitive.
Way back I used to "copywrite" my stuff (spelling intentional)
because I knew my writing sucked, but I thought that if there
was ever a possibility of improving to the level of real
money making publishing, I'd not want the ick stuff to appear
in a rag to embarrass me without having a shot at suing.
But if you consider it's plastered all over usenet, really,
I did it to myself, but, dammit, why should 'they' make money
off my bad writing when I never could!? :-)
> > Mr. Morpheal has a sense of humor.
> > I like that. Make me belly ache,
> > lose my breath, cry, hurt my cheeks,
> > let me show my hampster, rabbit, and horse
> > teeth!
>
> You should write a volume in that style. Write it like you would prose,
> but in that poetic style. Break it into paragraphs. You could recite
> some of it during your fifteen hours of fame. Fifteen minutes isn't
> really enough to make a lasting enough impression. (The Empire State
> building had hours and hours. Another Warhol film.)
>
> Poetry in Motion, the film has some beat poetry in it. Recited. Not
> really performance, but recitation by the poets. Ok viewing, but not
> really super exciting.
>
> > Trust me. They'll say my writing -has- tortured them, rather,
> > is torturing them. I like that they come to read me time and again.
> > They are a faithful viewership.
>
> THEY always say that. THEY are easily tortured. So "what does not kill
> them makes them stronger". Burroughs again. Read Burroughs. Anything
> that he wrote. Novel after novel after novel. See "Naked Lunch". The
> movie is ok too. It captures some of the essence of the piece.
I did see the movie Naked Lunch. I was with my pre-husband
(before I married him).
> > intelligence is like love and sex
> > in that it means what it means to the meaner,
> > if catch my drift.
>
> Most people have no intelligence. What they refer to as intelligence is
> merely boring hearsay and gossip, false beliefs and bad assumptions,
> mixed with a bit of out of context religion and some badly misunderstood
> media segways. That's it. That's what they consider their intelligence.
> Sometimes they mix it with a good dose of paranoia, reading more meaning
> into everything than was ever meant by anyone else.
>
> > huh? I think so. You mean, you're writing your thoughts down?
> > Like, hmmm, I wonder if I want to have sex with that cute guy
> > with the ocean blue eyes that look straight into my pupils
> > and past my foggy, dense matter and right at the electrical
> > charges that one day translate into squiggles and giggles
> > and grunts and moans and all that sweaty, gentle, wild
> > stuff called the bump and grind?
>
> Jack Kerouac. Read Kerouac. You're beat. Truly. I like that paragraph.
> Can you write hundreds of pages that way ? If you can then you have a
> gift. At least a gift. I am not saying your paragraph is consumate
> perfection of beat poetic prose, and the epitomy of a new romanticism,
> but it's got something. A bit of polish and a bit more flow and it is
> something.
Okay. Beat? When I know you better I'll tell you the significance
of beat. You're very astute. Otherwise, I shall read Kerouac.
I don't believe I have. Who was the guy who wrote about raging
against the dying of the light? Was that Jack or who? Sorry,
I mean no disrespect. I just have a faulty memory. And speaking of
cathedrals, the only poetry I know by heart are prayers and church
songs.
> Now that I have said that that might make you more popular or NOT. It
> depends on the jealousy quotient. Regardless of how that is interpreted.
>
> How can you be more inspired ? (Take deep breaths and stay away from
> tabernacles and cathedrals. Stay is, of course, a Victorian implication,
> and something someone can get tied into.)
>
> > It's my five year goal which might be renewed when the time comes.
>
> Sort of a five year plan of production. How many words in your quota and
> what happens if you fail to meet it ? There has to be a punishment. No
> reward, because meeting the quota is a duty and a responsibility. Not
> much different from any work ethic. (Not that there is anything wrong
> with that. Great American writers do usually produce a lot of writing.
> It would be unethical for them not to do so.)
I am about to submerge after a period of no privacy.
Maybe then I will produce. Thanks, Robert. Tell me more
about your filming. Are you a student? Where can I see your stuff?
> > I'm programmable. I once believed in Santa Clause, now I'm working
> > on my clauses. I take that back. Maybe I'm not programmable.
>
> Everyone is breakable and everyone is programmable, but some less than
> all the others. It's those few that count. The ones that are resistant
> to the programming. Maybe less than 5% of the total population of planet
> Earth. It's probably genetic.
I'd heard the so-called intelligent give in to suggestion
more than the less-so intelligent, who tend to be resistent
to programming. I don't remember where I'd heard that.
Frankly, I consider myself less than intelligent.
I'm able to see signs, know coincidences, but interpret them
incorrectly when it comes to thinking it will improve my situation.
Make sense? It comes down to foundations, I think. This is vague.
And I'm feeling lazy about building upon the subject.
> > I could look like a rodent or a horse with a small jaw.
> > I'll be hot when I'm 45 yo. Right now, I'm a hag.
>
> Furry faced ? Furry faced is definitely not sexy. Well, maybe to some,
> but not my tastes. I just exterminated the rodents in my attic. I had to
> use secret weapons. They were warfarin resistant and would not comply
> with the mandatory bait eating and bleeding to death.
Oh dear. But I'm glad you're rodent-free. I'm probably too furry-faced
to be sexy, but if you find my responses intriguing, let's keep it to
this level for the time being (moment).
> Horses are ok to ride. No, I don't get into saddling and bridling women
> so as to ride them. I have seen pictures and a demonstration at a fetish
> show. Not anything I would want to get into doing. It seemed a little
> inhuman to me.
>
> A hag ? Send me a photo so I can comment more intelligently.
> Email is the same as shown on the header.
I'll work on it.
> > What do you look like?
>
> I did tell you. I actually did post a photo on this group,
> alt.surrealism, a long while ago. I was looking for a surrealist
> girlfriend, activity partner, maybe more. If there was one anywhere
> on USENET she was otherwise occupied and didn't answer. Surrealist
> girlfriends are hard to find. Very hard to find. Even harder to find
> one with really good software skills.
>
> I said software, not softwear.
I will probably go out of my to sound unimpressive.
I know little of software and surrealism, but I attended
the USF campus in Florida whose courtyard overlooks
the harbor where a Dali museum rests. I used my student discount
to attend the exhibition.
Sherrie Lee (sorry if this posts numerously)
Robert Morpheal
> The emoting attempted to goof with the concept of "moment".
> People who avoid pinning themselves to a specific duration
> (a minute) describe their behavior in moments. "It took only
> a moment."
I would hope that foreplay would last much longer than that.
Beyond that, sure... as to language use, yes. People have their
moments. They are in search of the momentous. Even if the momentous
moment never lasts more than a moment in time.
> I do believe I understand your point regarding sanity
> if your questions were meant to be rhetorical.
Life is all theoretical, until one has enough money to make it
practical and real. In our society sanity and insanity are largely
defined by how someone uses money. This varies a lot based on what
economic level of the class structure someone is situated in. A
rich man can be sane, for instance, when a poor man would be insane,
in the same situation. And vice versa. Oh, vice... lots of that, at
all levels, but different vices are permissible at different social
and monetary levels.
That is as theoretical as I can get right now. I would rather be
less rational, less logical, and less analytical, but I am a male
North American and it is required. At least for sanity and gender
identification if not for anything else.
> He was a dictator. That could be funny if you think about it.
Dick Tator, the potatoe king tries to take over the White House, or
something like that. A "B" movie in living color, and sin-o-vision.
> Relationship is another one of those abstract words.
> I'd like to learn more about surrealism and whether
> it differs from abstraction.
Write to my email address. That isn't the sort of thing one would
normally discuss in alt.surrealism. It would be highly socially
inappropriate. We could talk about sexual attitudes, pets, personal
habits, and dietary quirks, but not abstraction and surrealism. That]
we had better take into a more private venue.
Hate to be socially inappropriate. Frosty the chicken would hate me.
Seriously, write to me. We'll "talk".
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> If I dig up a photo to send you, you'll see.
> PJR posted one when he hosted that poetry member site.
> By now that one is a couple of years old, but it's bizarre.
Don't know the site. Where ?
R.M.
Sherrie Lee
I think he took it down.
Soon I'll be setting up my homestead.
(I hope I didn't just curse myself)
I've been transient for some time, so
when I settle I'll dig up those photos,
or better yet, I'll get a new one taken.
Write to you email, soon.
Sherrie
Robert Morpheal
They bore easily when diverted from meaningless drivel.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> No, actually. He was quite famous, assembling crowds of up to 100,000
> at a time. Coined the phrase: "don't worry, be happy".
An agent of what hard pressed governing power ? It never fails.
I think John Lennon was more correct, in terms of salvific effect than
those would be saviours of humanity that you mentionned. Besides that
the Beatles were more popular than Jesus.
> Don't tell me, you have father-issues.
Yes, I don't want to be confused anymore than I have been already,
with the mother of invention. We have to get everything "right",
or it might be too gender bent to be employable. Poetry invariably
signifies deep inner conflicts with authority. Prose writers have less
of an issue with that, but are still hell bent in contravention of
the law, with every word that is not a direct quote from the Beeble.
I am sure you know all that.
R.M.
ggamble
Tom Bishop
> Tom Bishop wrote:
>
>> No, actually. He was quite famous, assembling crowds of up to 100,000
>> at a time. Coined the phrase: "don't worry, be happy".
>
> An agent of what hard pressed governing power ? It never fails.
No he wasn't. If you don't know anything about him, why vibrate?
There were some very interesting things about Baba.
To me, someone that stops talking for 44 years of his life, yet
gives Darshan to 100,000 followers, is interesting.
His statement about it was: that he had come many times before,
an spoken many words, but no one would listen, so this /time/ he wasn't
going to talk. <hrrrmph>
Poetically (Baba's myth), this is the /God side/ of man's turning away
from God. God (or more correctly, the Avatar, or first enlightened soul)
won't talk to us anymore.
Fucken! :)
I'm not trying to get you to do anything but perhaps appreciate
a grand humorous story, or not.
>
> I think John Lennon was more correct, in terms of salvific effect than
> those would be saviours of humanity that you mentionned. Besides that
> the Beatles were more popular than Jesus.
And to many, Madonna is just a blonde with a bottle.
I bet my life there is no salvation, but the image of Jesus
is one of the most powerful. A cliche, even.
I was merely indicating a part of the myth that readers
might find interesting, namely that Baba and others have
(allegedly) had other souls assisting their incarnation.
I don't believe it (or disbelieve it) ...since neither will help
me perceive reality (which I contend is the purpose, if anything).
I just reported. You prossessed it through your father-filter,
I guess?
>
>> Don't tell me, you have father-issues.
>
> Yes, I don't want to be confused anymore than I have been already,
> with the mother of invention. We have to get everything "right",
> or it might be too gender bent to be employable.
I got my cat from a transsexual. /They/ really have father-issues.
(cats that is :)
> Poetry invariably
> signifies deep inner conflicts with authority. Prose writers have less
> of an issue with that, but are still hell bent in contravention of
> the law, with every word that is not a direct quote from the Beeble.
>
> I am sure you know all that.
I had no idea.
I clean my brain daily.
Tom Bishop
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> I did reply, but privately so as not to bore the audience.
> They bore easily when diverted from meaningless drivel.
Hi Robert. I appreciate the emails
because I do look for your responses.
I only wish that I could have responded
to them without a screwy format.
I say post your thoughts out here. Not
that I want to disregard the potential
that people 'll become bored. It's difficult
to predict. Have I bored you?
I will have to understand abstraction
and surrealism through reading more stuff on them
before I can comment further. I take that back.
Abstraction reminds me of math. Surrealism
can also be mathematical in the sense that
Escher seemed surrealistic. Now Dali presented
a deserted imagery, imo. What if surrealism
was like cartoons? and what if abstraction
was reality presented generally enough
in order to derive new relations? Of course,
surrealism would seem to pose the same situation.
Okay. If anyone is bored I'm sure they've hung up on me by now.
Sherrie
Sherrie Lee
Notes alive: ambiguity + transformation = surrealism
(subconscious, fantasy, dreams)
abstraction=generalisation/existing only in the mind
synthesis? wishful thinking? ... but that's "buzz" wordy
it's a trigger jerking response according to .... etc...
Tom Bishop
but rallied by lilac. The race
was won by a daisy in a rash that
drove the Sphagnum Chile.
http://www.orchid-sphagnum-moss.com/
Tom Bishop
Robert Morpheal
> I think he took it down.
> Soon I'll be setting up my homestead.
Ah, the land grab on the net. Everyone can have some acreage.
Soon the Indian wars will begin again. And cattle rustling on webcam.
> (I hope I didn't just curse myself)
No. I am the only one who has cursed himself today. I think I ruined a
reasonably good painting with gold spray paint. Oh, boy....what next.
But it was too "pretty" and bright colors and I hated it that way. So I
vandalized it real good. With gold.
It still does not say what I want it to say. Not sure if I can make it
do that. Short of blasting it with a shotgun or something. I don't have
a shotgun. Damn.
I think I should give up wanting to paint, and keep to photography and
video. Those I enjoy. Painting irritates me. It makes me want to kill
something. Usually what I want to kill is the painting. And I do it
quite well. Oh, that I can do really well at.
> I've been transient for some time, so
> when I settle I'll dig up those photos,
> or better yet, I'll get a new one taken.
Ah, that's not really very good. Transient, that is. I hear they
the sherriff doesn't welcome those into town down there. They meet them
at the bridge, other side, and take them for a ride out into the country
at night.... You know what I'm saying.
> Write to you email, soon.
> Sherrie
Ok. Looking forward to that.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
Your sex drive ? Is meaningless ?
Why don't you become a eunuch, or maybe a churchman ?
The priesthood is always looking for a few good boys.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Hi Robert. I appreciate the emails
> because I do look for your responses.
> I only wish that I could have responded
> to them without a screwy format.
What, your psychiatrist won't allow you private email ?
Tsk, tsk, there ought to be a constitution against that !
> I say post your thoughts out here. Not
> that I want to disregard the potential
> that people 'll become bored. It's difficult
> to predict. Have I bored you?
I'm always bored. I should be the chairman of the bored.
As Iggy once said. Either that or I have already met far too many
stooges. (Not you, though. You're not a stooge. Gamble, on the other
hand is either an altar boy or a stooge. One or the other.)
> I will have to understand abstraction
> and surrealism through reading more stuff on them
> before I can comment further. I take that back.
Women have an inalienable right to change their minds.
Why more and more of them have made it to being respected academics.
They know how to follow. (Not referring to you, but I couldn't resist.)
> Abstraction reminds me of math. Surrealism
> can also be mathematical in the sense that
> Escher seemed surrealistic. Now Dali presented
> a deserted imagery, imo. What if surrealism
> was like cartoons? and what if abstraction
> was reality presented generally enough
> in order to derive new relations? Of course,
> surrealism would seem to pose the same situation.
> Okay. If anyone is bored I'm sure they've hung up on me by now.
Yes, math is an abstraction, same as verbal language is an abstraction.
That's almost too obvious. Each attempts to describe something, and to
communicate something, that it symbolizes. The symbol falls far short of
being the thing, idea, action which it represents, and so the symbol is
always an abstraction first and foremost, even prior to its having
meaning. Symbols without meaning are a purer form of abstraction. As the
symbollic nature of the symbol is reduced away, the level of abstraction
increases and the thing is no longer in any way recognizable as the
thing signified.
Mathematics is really mythematics. It creates a myth about the universe.
It tells a story, in symbols. No different really from myths created in
language to explain and describe the world. Math is as flawed a
description as any, but it is given a sacred power, and criticism of it
is largely taboo due to that sacredness. Language other than
mathematical has largely lost that power. Math has taken it on and
preserved it. What the mythematician says in math must be true because
it is math, in the same way that the mythologizer in language was
believed to be saying what is most true, but in words. Myth was the
highest form of truth, and yet it was abstraction.
So, now we hear that ordinary language physics prevails and that math is
an inadequate language for what physics believes it knows about the
univerwse. Math as mythematics is crumbling the way language as
mythology crumbled away, when new paradigms forced a radical change of
beliefs as to how the universe is and how it functions. So now they want
to find a new language that is capable of describing truth, albeit
abstractly, where mythamtics and its earlier predecessor mythology
failed. Good. I knew that was going to happen, years ago. I coined the
word "mythematics" on sci.physics and was the first to use it, before
the true confessions as to the failure of the mathematical abstraction
were even speakable. Oh well, and I actually never learned calculus.
See what a little Heidegger, Husserl and Wittgenstein can do to a guy ?
It's really frightening.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Notes alive: ambiguity + transformation = surrealism
> (subconscious, fantasy, dreams)
Ah, structuralism. Or so it seems. I used to like structuralist
analysis. My academic friend is crazy about it. Oh well. Theory will
save us all. It's the new Jesus. Theory is God. Only a theory can save
us now. (paraphrasing Martin Heidegger). (Not sure what Pope Benedict
would say about that.)
Back to your equation.
Well, Jungian transformative psychology was vital to the early
Surrealist ideas and ideals. I think the surrealists largely understood
the weltgheist (I can't spell in German) meaning "world ghost" or "world
spirit", whereas Jung did not. Anyway the rise of psychoanalytic, Freud
and Jung, maybe even Mesmer a little, really had a profound influence.
Read Jung's collected works. All twelve volumes or is it 14. I forget.
All that stuff about collective unconsciuos, archetypes, etc. I read
most of it, long ago. I liked Jung.
Ambiguity ? Most people are uncomfortable with that, but that is why
extremes such as fascism have their chance to take the helm. Too much
ambiguity and there you go, someone clears it all up. No more flying
hats and unruly neckties. Referring to Hans Richter's banned and
vandalized film that depicted exactly that, and was hated by fascism
though it made no obvious political comment.
> abstraction=generalisation/existing only in the mind
No. Abstraction can exist in nature, and in fact in anything that is
preceivable. Ever look at something in the distance, or fog, or
twilight, and not see it clearly. Abstraction. Ambiguity.
> synthesis? wishful thinking? ... but that's "buzz" wordy
> it's a trigger jerking response according to .... etc...
Oh, sort of similar to an ejaculation of meaning.
There is that side of linguistics. Short declarative sentences of
command and control. Can't have too much premature ejaculation.
Synthesis might be a more feminine trait. A bit of absorption, of the
meaning that has been deseminated.
Makes me wonder about seminarians. Really wonder.
R.M.
Tom Bishop
> I'm always bored. I should be the chairman of the bored.
> As Iggy once said. Either that or I have already met far too many
> stooges. (Not you, though. You're not a stooge.
Yes she is. And you are a liar. :)
Not that you distinguish yourself.
You want into the pants of a sexless idiot?
Gamble, on the other
> hand is either an altar boy or a stooge. One or the other.)
Who cares?
>
>> I will have to understand abstraction
>> and surrealism through reading more stuff on them
>> before I can comment further. I take that back.
>
> Women have an inalienable right to change their minds.
>
> Why more and more of them have made it to being respected academics.
> They know how to follow. (Not referring to you, but I couldn't resist.)
Too bad -- you don't get into Sherrie's pants.
Not that she has a clue about sex anyway.
Sherrie is /almost/ as moronic as /Angel/.
>
>> Abstraction reminds me of math. Surrealism
>> can also be mathematical in the sense that
>> Escher seemed surrealistic. Now Dali presented
>> a deserted imagery, imo. What if surrealism
>> was like cartoons? and what if abstraction
>> was reality presented generally enough
>> in order to derive new relations? Of course,
>> surrealism would seem to pose the same situation.
>> Okay. If anyone is bored I'm sure they've hung up on me by now.
>
> Yes, math is an abstraction,
No, math is the tally of /vibration/. Start at "Tonality".
Physics follows...
<Moron snip>
> Oh well, and I actually never learned calculus.
Why not shuddup then, idiot.
Calculus is just the start.
Feh!
Tom Bishop
Tom Bishop
:)
Tom Bishop
"Robert Morpheal" <morp...@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
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Robert Morpheal
> No he wasn't. If you don't know anything about him, why vibrate?
> There were some very interesting things about Baba.
Baba Ramdass. Timmy Leary's old buddy. Chuckle. Different Baba. There
are a lot of Babas around. I'm not impressed by Baba anything. Saviours
are a dime a dozen. Most of them cheap fraud immitations anyway, but
people like them. It's kind of a precursor to the plaster effigies in
cheesey religious shop windows in the red light district. Everyone is
saved, if you can afford your very own plaster molded, hand painted,
saviour. Any saviour. Pick a saviour.
> To me, someone that stops talking for 44 years of his life, yet
> gives Darshan to 100,000 followers, is interesting.
That's interesting ? You have a very very low boredom threshold.
> His statement about it was: that he had come many times before,
> an spoken many words, but no one would listen, so this /time/ he wasn't going to talk. <hrrrmph>
That's good, actually. But a rock band could have livened things up a
bit and it could have been real groovey. I don't think he was much of a
partier. Why spoil things for everyone else ? Why didn't he simply go
and get a life ?
> Poetically (Baba's myth), this is the /God side/ of man's turning away
> from God. God (or more correctly, the Avatar, or first enlightened soul) won't talk to us anymore.
Ask any schizophrenic and you'll find it just ain't true.
> Fucken! :)
Please, consult your girlfriend, or boyfriend, but not me, on that
issue. I refuse to fucken with you.
> I'm not trying to get you to do anything but perhaps appreciate
> a grand humorous story, or not.
It is humourous. Surely it is.
> And to many, Madonna is just a blonde with a bottle.
I would consent to drink with her. Hey, Lady Madonna, but no children at
your feet. And make it single malt. A really good single malt. (Not
Black Velvet, which isn't malt, and has other tragic connotations.)
> I bet my life there is no salvation, but the image of Jesus
> is one of the most powerful. A cliche, even.
Maybe you can get a complete makeover and become the image ?
Don't know if they would let you, considering it's 2000 years ago.
> I was merely indicating a part of the myth that readers
> might find interesting, namely that Baba and others have
> (allegedly) had other souls assisting their incarnation.
I don't know about that. I simply want to be immortal.
No more of this stupid mortality stuff. I want to live forever.
That's it. Problem solved then. No more worries.
> I don't believe it (or disbelieve it) ...since neither will help
> me perceive reality (which I contend is the purpose, if anything).
The politics of submission. If that is your reality, go for it.
> I just reported. You prossessed it through your father-filter,
> I guess?
Yes, I saw you as a would be paternalist and I filtered you out
immediately.
> I got my cat from a transsexual. /They/ really have father-issues.
> (cats that is :)
Sigh. Was the cat neutered or spayed ? Whichever the case maybe.
Transexuals typically don't like me. The ones that are girlie enough to
be in any way interesting, want guys that are football quarterback types
and so they always go for the fireman or the policeman who looks like
Attila the Hun. Whatever.
Besides that it might be a communicable disease and rumour is that being
too attracted to trannies might accidentally cause your own testicles to
fall off. Not good. Not good at all.
> I had no idea.
I didn't think you had any idea. The insert correct change light was
ligt, but I think the machine was all out of product.
> I clean my brain daily.
There are new products for that, that really do a better job. No more
brain clogs, brain farts, or brain congestion. If you send me $19.99
and a self addressed stamped envelope I will send you the information as
to how to get some.
Be the first on your "block".
R.M.
Tom Bishop
> Tom Bishop wrote:
>
>> No he wasn't. If you don't know anything about him, why vibrate?
>> There were some very interesting things about Baba.
>
> Baba Ramdass. Timmy Leary's old buddy. Chuckle. Different Baba. There
> are a lot of Babas around.
Yes... Seen Tim (before he died, harping L5)
Ramdass, yes...
Baba, no... just read...
> I'm not impressed by Baba anything. Saviours
> are a dime a dozen.
Not really. There are few gurus like Baba, but hey...
Usenet idiots are a dime a dozen.
> Most of them cheap fraud immitations anyway, but
> people like them. It's kind of a precursor to the plaster effigies in
> cheesey religious shop windows in the red light district. Everyone is
> saved, if you can afford your very own plaster molded, hand painted,
> saviour. Any saviour. Pick a saviour.
Why? ... it was just info for you.
Baba offers you nothing, I offer you nothing. (but info, if you are
monkey enuf)
>
>> To me, someone that stops talking for 44 years of his life, yet
>> gives Darshan to 100,000 followers, is interesting.
>
> That's interesting ? You have a very very low boredom threshold.
I try.
>
>> His statement about it was: that he had come many times before,
>> an spoken many words, but no one would listen, so this /time/ he wasn't
>> going to talk. <hrrrmph>
>
> That's good, actually. But a rock band could have livened things up a
> bit and it could have been real groovey. I don't think he was much of a
> partier. Why spoil things for everyone else ? Why didn't he simply go
> and get a life ?
Gee. He was very popular with /pop/.
Bobby McFerrin's "Don't worry, be happy" was from Baba,
see 4th quote:
http://www.josephsoninstitute.org/quotes/quotehappiness.htm
>
>> Poetically (Baba's myth), this is the /God side/ of man's turning away
>> from God. God (or more correctly, the Avatar, or first enlightened soul)
>> won't talk to us anymore.
>
> Ask any schizophrenic and you'll find it just ain't true.
Yes, or PJR, see: http://www.julianjaynes.org/
>
>> Fucken! :)
>
> Please, consult your girlfriend, or boyfriend, but not me, on that
> issue. I refuse to fucken with you.
Moron.
>
>> I'm not trying to get you to do anything but perhaps appreciate
>> a grand humorous story, or not.
>
> It is humourous. Surely it is.
>
>> And to many, Madonna is just a blonde with a bottle.
>
> I would consent to drink with her. Hey, Lady Madonna, but no children at
> your feet. And make it single malt. A really good single malt. (Not
> Black Velvet, which isn't malt, and has other tragic connotations.)
Moron.
>
>> I bet my life there is no salvation, but the image of Jesus
>> is one of the most powerful. A cliche, even.
>
> Maybe you can get a complete makeover and become the image ?
> Don't know if they would let you, considering it's 2000 years ago.
Moron.
>
>> I was merely indicating a part of the myth that readers
>> might find interesting, namely that Baba and others have
>> (allegedly) had other souls assisting their incarnation.
>
> I don't know about that.
I do, and that you are a moron.
> I simply want to be immortal.
See...
> No more of this stupid mortality stuff. I want to live forever.
> That's it. Problem solved then. No more worries.
>
>> I don't believe it (or disbelieve it) ...since neither will help
>> me perceive reality (which I contend is the purpose, if anything).
>
> The politics of submission. If that is your reality, go for it.
Perception, moron.
>
>> I just reported. You prossessed it through your father-filter,
>> I guess?
>
> Yes, I saw you as a would be paternalist and I filtered you out
> immediately.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
>
>> I got my cat from a transsexual. /They/ really have father-issues.
>> (cats that is :)
>
> Sigh. Was the cat neutered or spayed ? Whichever the case maybe.
"may be" separate words moron.
Now pregnant.
>
> Transexuals typically don't like me.
Two "s" moron.
> The ones that are girlie enough to
> be in any way interesting, want guys that are football quarterback types
> and so they always go for the fireman or the policeman who looks like
> Attila the Hun. Whatever.
>
> Besides that it might be a communicable disease and rumour is that being
> too attracted to trannies might accidentally cause your own testicles to
> fall off. Not good. Not good at all.
If you could be more stupid, don't know how. :)
>
>> I had no idea.
>
> I didn't think you had any idea. The insert correct change light was
> ligt, but I think the machine was all out of product.
>
>> I clean my brain daily.
>
> There are new products for that, that really do a better job. No more
> brain clogs, brain farts, or brain congestion. If you send me $19.99
> and a self addressed stamped envelope I will send you the information as
> to how to get some.
>
> Be the first on your "block".
Take a walk, and think you know something, moron.
Tom Bishop
>
> R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Good for you, Robert?
I never know what is good for me. So I don't even try to
answer that question. Live for the moment, but be careful
which moment that is.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Yes she is. And you are a liar. :)
> Not that you distinguish yourself.
I tend to extinguish myself, and that controls the flames.
In both senses of meaning. One lives longer that way.
> You want into the pants of a sexless idiot?
No, I definitely do not want into your pants, G.Gamble.
> Who cares?
I don't. The priest might, but I don't.
> Too bad -- you don't get into Sherrie's pants.
> Not that she has a clue about sex anyway.
Sherrie and I were having an intellectual discussion, if you
don't mind. Now get your... I hate to say "mind"... out of the
gutter before we turn your head into a gutter ball.
> Sherrie is /almost/ as moronic as /Angel/.
I don't quite agree. You probably say that about all the girls.
> No, math is the tally of /vibration/. Start at "Tonality".
> Physics follows...
LOL.... oh yeah... Pythagoras. And the squaw on the hippoptomus is equal
to the squaws on the other two hides. (Old math joke punch line from my
grade 8 teacher.)
> <Moron snip>
Cretin.
> Why not shuddup then, idiot.
> Calculus is just the start.
> Feh!
You mental vegetable.
Still searching for your own brain waves are you ?
Not likely you will find anything.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
Your problem is that you have a very religious name.
You should change it. Bishop was a bad idea. Cardinal would
not be a good choice either. Avoid Pope entirely. Priest is
not a good idea either. Don't even think of Archbiship.
Sexton maybe. Or Verger. That might do. Though even that
is a bit much.
Try something else. Anything other than Bishop.
It leads to all sorts of religious problems.
R.M.
Tom Bishop
Smell the stall pussy. Sherrie is a skag.
Don't bother.
Now <plonk>
Tom Bishop
Tom Bishop
> Tom Bishop wrote:
>
>> Good for you, Robert?
>
> I never know what is good for me.
Correct. You are a moron that I'm killfiling.
> So I don't even try to
> answer that question. Live for the moment, but be careful
> which moment that is.
If you had a clue, at the end of your life you
would have a sense of living.
You don't need that, Robert. :)
Tom Bishop
Tom Bishop
Here --- you have been posting moron poetry for years
and so quiet no one suspected...
Good Robert!
I'm sure that Dalesy is prowwwwd of oooze... :)
Tom Bishop
P.S. the Orchid-Sphagnum-Moss from Chile
makes you look dirty. :)
"Robert Morpheal" <morp...@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
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Tom Bishop
> Tom Bishop wrote:
>
>> Yes she is. And you are a liar. :)
>> Not that you distinguish yourself.
>
> I tend to extinguish myself, and that controls the flames.
> In both senses of meaning. One lives longer that way.
But you say you live danerously.?
Just a boasting fuckwit?
>
>> You want into the pants of a sexless idiot?
>
> No, I definitely do not want into your pants, G.Gamble.
Talking about Sherrie, idiot.
I'm not the Gamble moron, I'm my own moron.
Everyone that thinks you are an idiot isn't Gamle!
Sherrie is a moron, and idiotically clueless like most
women that haven't been with me for a while.
She is tooooo fucken clueless to /arrive/ so you
can have her, moron. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>
>> Who cares?
>
> I don't. The priest might, but I don't.
You are sucking cock now, I assume?
>
>> Too bad -- you don't get into Sherrie's pants.
>> Not that she has a clue about sex anyway.
>
> Sherrie and I were having an intellectual discussion, if you
> don't mind. Now get your... I hate to say "mind"... out of the
> gutter before we turn your head into a gutter ball.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Good luck with a fridgid poetic groupie.
Moron.
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Intellectual discussion with Sherrie....
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Wat a moron!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>
>> Sherrie is /almost/ as moronic as /Angel/.
>
> I don't quite agree. You probably say that about all the girls.
No, I'm a rainbow of varigated pain, moron,
never the same. :)
>
>> No, math is the tally of /vibration/. Start at "Tonality".
>> Physics follows...
>
> LOL.... oh yeah... Pythagoras.
Only one scalar division, moron.
/Just intonation/ being harmonically derived.
You really are idiotic. :)
Daddy must have been bad, eh?
> And the squaw on the hippoptomus is equal
> to the squaws on the other two hides. (Old math joke punch line from my
> grade 8 teacher.)
No, "Tonality"... And you are the joke.
>
>> <Moron snip>
>
> Cretin.
HA!
But all I /put/ is simple wisdom.
>
>> Why not shuddup then, idiot.
>> Calculus is just the start.
>> Feh!
>
> You mental vegetable.
> Still searching for your own brain waves are you ?
> Not likely you will find anything.
And now we've established baseline.
You are an idiot. :) Bye!
Tom Bishop
Robert Morpheal
> It is interesting to me that you are such a moron!
Everyone who disagrees with you is a moron. That leaves you
and a whole lot of morons.
> Here --- you have been posting moron poetry for years
> and so quiet no one suspected...
If Rimbaud had been alive today he would have posted poetry.
As it was usenet had not been invented. Rimbaud and I have some things
in common, except he was queer and I am heterosexual.
> Good Robert!
> I'm sure that Dalesy is prowwwwd of oooze... :)
I wouldn't know. I can't even begin to keep up on any of it.
I know I should spend more of my life keeping up, socially, on it
all, but I simply can't. I'm too much of a social moron.
> P.S. the Orchid-Sphagnum-Moss from Chile
> makes you look dirty. :)
Where did that come from ? I don't know any Chileans.
Mark the ex orchid grower hasn't been wagging his mouth off again
about my squandered youth, or something like that, has he ?
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Smell the stall pussy. Sherrie is a skag.
> Don't bother.
> Now <plonk>
> Tom Bishop
I don't tend to judge people the way you do.
However, is the above an indication that you are exercising your
male traits and implying that you want her ? Most men, when they
behave that way, are indicating that. The sociology and psychology
is quite definitive on that. They put the woman down to chase away
the interest of other men, and feel that that way they have a better
chance to have her for self.
The shadow knows what evil lurks in the hearts and minds of men.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> But you say you live danerously.?
> Just a boasting fuckwit?
I have. Unfortunately. Now I do my best not to.
Unless there are a huge number of alarm bells going off in my mind
in the middle of the night. Touch wood (banging on my head) NOT !
I am rather worn out from it. Ragged at the edges in fact.
I want to enjoy some of the world that remains after the fact.
Start another, more enjoyable career. And do some serious photography
and some film making. I don't need danger. It isn't my addiction.
Why I am I talking to you in such a civilized manner, after you
started into the expletives ? Maybe I am a moron in that. You might
be right. I should be pounding you out. No. You deserve what you get.
That will be enough punishment.
> Talking about Sherrie, idiot.
That's funny, you don't look like a Sherrie.
Neither does Gamble look like a Sherrie.
Have you looked in the mirror lately ?
> I'm not the Gamble moron, I'm my own moron.
> Everyone that thinks you are an idiot isn't Gamle!
I can't tell the difference anymore. The two of you GUYS look
and sound identical to me. It's a socio-psychological thing.
> Sherrie is a moron, and idiotically clueless like most
> women that haven't been with me for a while.
LOL.... oh, now you did it. You WANT her THAT much ?????
Why don't you simply tell her that, directly. Why talk
around in circles with other guys and hope she will overhear.
Why the head butting linguistic shadow of machismo ?
If I really wanted to butt antlers against you, bucky boy,
you would be utterly destroyed. I don't. I'm not even in your
competition. It doesn't matter to me.
> She is tooooo fucken clueless to /arrive/ so you
> can have her, moron. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Again, you WANT her THAT extremely badly that you say that ?
Does she know you want her that much ?
It's almost so bad that the two of you should be married if
you can get her agreeable. Otherwise your hormones will drive
you even more insane than you already are. Don't worry it's
really quite normal in the male of the human species.
Fsacinating study, though, the mating habits of humans. LOL
> You are sucking cock now, I assume?
Stop fantasizing about having sex with me. I am strictly heterosexual.
Your bisexuality is your problem. Get it elsewhere.
It is true that some men, who are naturally bisexual, do go very
strange, when deprived of sex with women. They go queer. They start
fantasizing about anal and oral sex with men. I can't really understand
that kind of thing. It's beyond my personal comprehension. Another thing
about the human species that utterly perplexes me.
> HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
> Good luck with a fridgid poetic groupie.
Again, you want to be sure other men don't want what you want.
That's fascinating. Raising eyebrow. But highly illogical.
I wish someone would beam me back up to the ship.
I'm getting bored with this.
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Yes... Seen Tim (before he died, harping L5)
> Ramdass, yes...
> Baba, no... just read...
> Not really. There are few gurus like Baba, but hey...
> Usenet idiots are a dime a dozen.
It's simply the fact that the mass of "information" on usenet is such
now that intelligent discussion is largely ineffectual and buried in the
muck. Very similar to the medieval peasantry tossing muck at each other
and muttering a 50 word vocabulary of curses at one another. (John
Boorman had it essentially right in "Excalibur".)
Why Plato's Republic is a necessity not an option.
> Why? ... it was just info for you.
> Baba offers you nothing, I offer you nothing. (but info, if you are
> monkey enuf)
Exactly. Except stop giving the monkey a bad rep. The monkey did not
invent a religion. The monkey was smarter than that.
> Gee. He was very popular with /pop/.
> Bobby McFerrin's "Don't worry, be happy" was from Baba,
Oh... makes me wonder what popular songs might be influenced or derived
from the words of Pope Benedict.
> Moron.
From you that is a blessing.
> Moron.
Again, Bishop, I am blessed.
> I do, and that you are a moron.
Three blessings.
> Perception, moron.
And an absolution.
> Now pregnant.
Starting a family with Sherrie ? I didn't know you had it in you.
After chasing away all the "morons" that's what usually happens.
> If you could be more stupid, don't know how. :)
I knew you would say something such as that. I always suspected
that Bishops are bisexual by nature. No one has done the necessary
statistical study, but I think it would prove the thesis.
> Take a walk, and think you know something, moron.
Sometimes it is fun to toss one or two pearls before the swine.
They do really strange things with them when they see them.
It breaks the boredom for a few seconds.
R.M.
Sherrie Lee
Didn't I imply something about a burning bush?
Iron pants. Iron pants meets titanium (or is it teflon?)
prosthesis. ...hmmm. Hey Robert! I had some great dreams
early this morning. I kept waking up every hour from about
1:30 am and on, but each time feeling excellent like the
afterglow rest from multiples. I haven't slept like that in
a couple of years. Maybe you had something to do with it?
One guy tried to seduce me by saying, "What in the /HeeEeell/
are you so afraid of?" I kept the tape and filed a police report.
Ought I bet he uses another wooing tactic on someone else?
:-(
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal
> Didn't I imply something about a burning bush?
> Iron pants. Iron pants meets titanium (or is it teflon?)
> prosthesis. ...hmmm. Hey Robert! I had some great dreams
> early this morning. I kept waking up every hour from about
> 1:30 am and on, but each time feeling excellent like the
> afterglow rest from multiples. I haven't slept like that in
> a couple of years. Maybe you had something to do with it?
Maybe my minions, as I was busy with other things.
Prosthetics ? Artificial body parts are sometimes interesting and kind
of kinky. I once wrote a poem about polyethylene and flesh. The romance
of plastic. It was actually one my better pieces. I once knew a cute
girl who had a prosthetic arm. Wrong personality type for me, though.
Too social worky, really. And that was still a student. Relations based
on constant socio-psychological study and analysis don't last.
> One guy tried to seduce me by saying, "What in the /HeeEeell/
> are you so afraid of?" I kept the tape and filed a police report.
> Ought I bet he uses another wooing tactic on someone else?
Wierd. Would have been a good time to own a Glock. Then he could say:
"HeeEeell, what am I so afraid of !" as he backs away and disappears to
wherever such things disappear to. America is the land of Glock isn't
it. Or the land that Glock built. So I hear said.
R.M.
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> > Didn't I imply something about a burning bush?
> > Iron pants. Iron pants meets titanium (or is it teflon?)
> > prosthesis. ...hmmm. Hey Robert! I had some great dreams
> > early this morning. I kept waking up every hour from about
> > 1:30 am and on, but each time feeling excellent like the
> > afterglow rest from multiples. I haven't slept like that in
> > a couple of years. Maybe you had something to do with it?
>
> Maybe my minions, as I was busy with other things.
>
> Prosthetics ? Artificial body parts are sometimes interesting and kind
> of kinky. I once wrote a poem about polyethylene and flesh. The romance
> of plastic. It was actually one my better pieces. I once knew a cute
Please post it. Thank you.
> girl who had a prosthetic arm. Wrong personality type for me, though.
> Too social worky, really. And that was still a student. Relations based
> on constant socio-psychological study and analysis don't last.
One of my better lovers had hip replacement surgery
when he was forty-ish and I was twenty-ish. He's still
tied for first as best friend. Details later. Nonetheless,
a great kisser!
> > One guy tried to seduce me by saying, "What in the /HeeEeell/
> > are you so afraid of?" I kept the tape and filed a police report.
> > Ought I bet he uses another wooing tactic on someone else?
>
> Wierd. Would have been a good time to own a Glock. Then he could say:
> "HeeEeell, what am I so afraid of !" as he backs away and disappears to
> wherever such things disappear to. America is the land of Glock isn't
> it. Or the land that Glock built. So I hear said.
I don't know what a Glock is. Is that a gun? I have people that care
even if some people who care show little back bone. It's okay. He's
disappeared for three weeks. I'm just trying the 'chin up' approach.
Which, btw, I saw your cliche posts. ...
Sherrie Lee
Robert Morpheal
> Please post it. Thank you.
Here is the reprise as posted on rec.arts.poems in 1998.
There is a rewrite of it later, that was published in Kairos,
a literary anthology.
poem: 03/12/98
--------------
Her Polyethylene
----------------
She had learned
to love the feel
of polyethylene.
It was waxen,
smooth, silken,
as if a warm
kind of armour,
skin formed
into any shape
of any part
of anything,
withstanding
against the hard
surfaces of the world.
She could turn it
into any colour
and it would open up
offering its space
the way a flower
opens up,
inviting something else
to enter into it.
Polyethylene
had become as near
to a part of herself
as anything ever could.
Polyetheylene
was where it was at.
It was constant
and reliable.
Molded polyethylene
was as pretty
as sea shells,
mother of pearl
transluscence,
without sharp edges.
Polyethylene
empty shells
were shells
into which she could
put anything,
including herself.
She could be the pearl,
she could be an oyster,
contained inside
a polyethylene shell.
Shells were also symbols
of many of the people
she had met.
They were shells
needing something
inside them
that was never there.
Shells were also symbols
of the desires,
for something more
than a hard shell,
surface of resilience.
Polyethelene endured
and whatever it contained
could endure within it.
She she felt weakened,
tired of the world,
she could always turn
to her polyethelene.
Polyethylene
reminded her
of her constant
insatiable desires
for something more
beneath the hard exterior
moldable topography
that was so prevalent
everywhere else.
All topography is moldable,
but polyethylene
conformed best of all
and offered more
personal possibilities.
Shells were a shell game,
and something inside
one of them,
as they were shuffled around.
She could play
with that idea for hours.
She ran her hands along
polyethylene objects
to get the feel of them,
closing her eyes
to concentrate her attention
on the feel of them.
She loved the feel
of polyethylene
when it touched her,
soft contours of skin,
polyethylene skin,
and how perfectly
it could conform
to her own particulars.
Polyethylene
was definitely
where it was at.
She loved the feel
of polyethylene.
It could touch her
anywhere
that she wanted
to be touched,
though there were times
when she imagined
teasing him
along the smooth edges
of the idealized surfaces
and around its borders,
the way a foreign country
can tease a traveller,
all the time wishing
he would appear
into her life,
to enjoy her,
and also to enjoy
her polyethylene.
------------------------ December 3rd, 1998
Robert Morpheal
> One of my better lovers had hip replacement surgery
> when he was forty-ish and I was twenty-ish. He's still
> tied for first as best friend. Details later. Nonetheless,
> a great kisser!
I am all original parts, no aftermarket replacements.
Some a bit damaged from wear and tear, but everything of any
importance is functional.
> I don't know what a Glock is. Is that a gun? I have people that care
> even if some people who care show little back bone. It's okay. He's
> disappeared for three weeks. I'm just trying the 'chin up' approach.
> Which, btw, I saw your cliche posts. ...
Glocks are a popular type of handgun, in the USA. They are becoming
popular in Canada now also. There are better, more devastating, weapons,
but a Glock is relatively simple and direct. Suits many of the citizen
militia.
The "chin up" approach ? Hmmm.... that sounds a bit deviant. ;->
R.M.
Robert Morpheal
> Take a walk, and think you know something, moron.
> Tom Bishop
Tom, you win the prize.
You get Sherrie Lee.
Congratulations. Now would you like to try to spin the wheel
again and see if you get two more in addition to the one
you have already won ?
R.M.