Bad days and metaphysical views
Paul Peters
a single thing to see and I see everything very meta physically (is that
possible?). I guess that is a consequence from being an Artist (Hello, my
name is PaulPeters and I am an Artist. *Hello Paul!*-'they chorussed') you
can read about that sort of seeing/feeling in a little book by Aldous Huxley
called 'the doors of perceptions'. I don't know where to 'put' these
things I see. Mostly I put them on the back of beermats/toasters(what do you
call them?) with my cool -0.1- Rotring fine liner while drinking beer and
letting the roar of the nightlife keep me calm. That helps a little bit, it
keeps the creating urge 'at bay'.
It must have allmost been two years since I put the cool brushes on the
white canvas, two since I organized a painting. A real painting (I usually
organized my paintings, they are very anally retentive looking 'jobs' but I
make them like that, so I have to organize my time, materials and moods
(yes, moods!) for them to get that way). For painting was/is my 'spiel', my
weapon, my Human fault, I guess you could say. I Paint. How old fasioned eh?
I even made some serious woodcutprintings 'back in the days'. (But that is
an other story, an other time. Elvis was still alive (I think) A tube of
Schmicken finest Phthalo was affordable and a beer at the bar set you back
only 1.30 Dutch Guldens (strange wooden or cheese 'coins' that the dutch
people use for financial transactions.) I digress...And forgot where I
wanted this story, posting, 'ranting' wanted to go. I find that it is harder
for me to think about my bad days (And being the stuck up conceited
art...(wait a minute forgot the capital) Artist that I am.) then I thought.
A coulple next door is having a fight and my poor dying cat is looking at me
as if I set the life span for cats. (or she wants food, probably) cool
soothing Tom Waits music is comming from the 'stereo' (Stereo is a big word
for the old monitor amp I got miraciously conected to my computer and the
one big fat filthy speaker that spews out this strange fine music in my cold
room.(Damn I even digress from digressing))
Okay. I don't know if anybody cares, But I think I will tell you about my
bad days some other time. I nobody cares, I will do it anyway. I somebody
feels offended by it I won't do it.
Be well, fine people.
PaulPeters
Kirby Cook
rainy days. I trust the dikes are still holding and the windmills still
milling (pumping?) in your part of the world. It must be, what? 8, 9
PM there now? It *is* strange to realize I'm reading PM-musings in
near-realtime in the just-was-AM here. Do you have a website with
scanned pictures of your art? Are you a real person or just another
construct of a particular, prolific usenet character-generator? At any
rate, the beginning of your stay here in m.c has been a pleasure.
Welcome.
Kirby Cook
Paul Peters
"Kirby Cook" <kirby...@yahoo.com> schreef in bericht
news:3A9ABB78...@yahoo.com...
*hie hie hie* <--I am laughing
No I didn't come out of a usenet character generator, although I am sitting
here alone in my room drinking beers and typing away on my keyboard
listening to TW so I guess my stories will be a bit made up, or not really
made up but different from the really 'me' (We don't need a capital there,
the qoutes are sufficient and vague enough) But I don't think that is really
a usenet problem, I think it is more een written word communication problem.
(Not really a problem, though. The whole literature we expierence/enjoy
today is based on the fact that the writer sits ther lonely with his pen, or
behind his terminal (trying to fing a way out of these damn parenteseses)))
ah... sorry about that. I write different than that I am. Well maybe not..
Any way I am real a person behind these babbelings. I don't have scans of my
paintings online. Not yet anyway. I used to have a site with them all on it
(Well not all, some of them that got photographed, the rest got dragged away
by art lovers and miscellaneous connoisseurs before the photographers got
entrance to the artelier (?), because being the true painter that I am , I
am very conspicous of photographers, esspecially when it comes to getting
into disscussions about Art with them.) Thus, I will look them up I think I
still have them in this computer somewhere, but for now my prove of realness
will consist of an actuall picture of the artist self (I know it is very
context related way of getting to know the artist (no capital!) and his Art
(yes!) but that is the way the he world works today.) Look at my ugly face
for a while and in some time i will give you a site with impressions of my
paintings. (Trust me you will be dissapointed.)
Heeeeeeeeers Paul:
http://www.dreamboat.org/foto.html
(the rest of the site is mine too, but it is mostly in Dutch (A cheesey
wooden gobble-de-gook langauge the people from the Netherlands use to
comunicate with each other) So I don't think you will understand that much,
sorry about that)
PaulPeters
(Damn, I wanted to react on that time difference mostly)
P-Pa
wrote:
>On bad days there are two things that happen to me, I can't (really) create
>a single thing to see and I see everything very meta physically (is that
>possible?).
I think u an I are teh same persin in different worlds.
> I guess that is a consequence from being an Artist (Hello, my
>name is PaulPeters and I am an Artist. *Hello Paul!
Hello I am Poopie Pants and I am an artist. Of fine oil painted moo
hoos, sculptures, an beads
>*-'they chorussed') you
>can read about that sort of seeing/feeling in a little book by Aldous Huxley
>called 'the doors of perceptions'. I don't know where to 'put' these
>things I see. Mostly I put them on the back of beermats/toasters(what do you
>call them?)
I dont see teh linking between toasters and beer.
> with my cool -0.1- Rotring fine liner while drinking beer and
>letting the roar of the nightlife keep me calm. That helps a little bit, it
>keeps the creating urge 'at bay'.
there does seem to be a creating urge on ebay or maybe just a buying
urge of fine motorized hula hoops.
>It must have allmost been two years since I put the cool brushes on the
>white canvas, two since I organized a painting. A real painting (I usually
>organized my paintings, they are very anally retentive looking 'jobs' but I
>make them like that, so I have to organize my time, materials and moods
>(yes, moods!) for them to get that way).
Do you like sniffing linseed oil? I do.
I find if I am anal about my art it turns out stiff and yucky like
constipated art. If I just let it out and let it fly Let teh shit fly
the colors flow and it looks much more alive.
> For painting was/is my 'spiel', my
>weapon, my Human fault, I guess you could say. I Paint. How old fasioned eh?
There is nothing old fashioned about painiting.
>I even made some serious woodcutprintings 'back in the days'. (But that is
>an other story, an other time. Elvis was still alive (I think) A tube of
>Schmicken finest Phthalo
Ah yes I would much rather have a fine tube of phthalo than a beer any
day.
> was affordable and a beer at the bar set you back
>only 1.30 Dutch Guldens (strange wooden or cheese 'coins' that the dutch
>people use for financial transactions.) I digress...And forgot where I
>wanted this story, posting, 'ranting' wanted to go. I find that it is harder
>for me to think about my bad days (And being the stuck up conceited
>art...
I call that the create to impress art. Thank goodness I am getting
over it.
>(wait a minute forgot the capital) Artist that I am.) then I thought.
>A coulple next door is having a fight and my poor dying cat is looking at me
>as if I set the life span for cats. (or she wants food, probably) cool
>soothing Tom Waits music is comming from the 'stereo' (Stereo is a big word
>for the old monitor amp I got miraciously conected to my computer and the
>one big fat filthy speaker that spews out this strange fine music in my cold
>room.(Damn I even digress from digressing))
>Okay. I don't know if anybody cares, But I think I will tell you about my
>bad days some other time. I nobody cares, I will do it anyway. I somebody
>feels offended by it I won't do it.
>Be well, fine people.
Continue.
>
>PaulPeters
>
>
Loev,
Poopie Pants
See we hace teh same initials
Kirby Cook
> Heeeeeeeeers Paul:
> http://www.dreamboat.org/foto.html
>
> (the rest of the site is mine too, but it is mostly in Dutch (A cheesey
> wooden gobble-de-gook langauge the people from the Netherlands use to
> comunicate with each other) So I don't think you will understand that much,
> sorry about that)
> PaulPeters
>
> (Damn, I wanted to react on that time difference mostly)
Ah, well, the best laid plans gang aft agley, as the poet said. You've
got a *cool* pic. Speaking of time differences, (this is *so odd*)
occupying the exact same (OK, except for the "absolute other-when"
introduced by the sp. of lt. -- close enough) moment in time, you are
nevertheless knowing early morning as I am preparing to retire in the
evening. I bet I could understand Dutch, mostly, with a really close
examination. (I had that experience with Turkish, when I was trying to
find a good computer supplier there some years ago. Something just
prompted me to wrestle with the words practically letter by letter, and
in short order I concluded that Turkish was mostly just dialectic
English. Softened my heart toward the country considerably, and I
enjoyed my subsequent stays there much more.) Look foreward to seeing
your paintings returned to the world's view via the internet.
Kirby
Kirby Cook
>
> On Mon, 26 Feb 2001 20:30:49 +0100, "Paul Peters" <pa...@droomboot.nl>
> wrote:
>
> >On bad days there are two things that happen to me, I can't (really) create
> >a single thing to see and I see everything very meta physically (is that
> >possible?).
>
> I think u an I are teh same persin in different worlds.
>
> > I guess that is a consequence from being an Artist (Hello, my
> >name is PaulPeters and I am an Artist. *Hello Paul!
>
> Hello I am Poopie Pants and I am an artist. Of fine oil painted moo
> hoos, sculptures, an beads
>
> >*-'they chorussed') you
> >can read about that sort of seeing/feeling in a little book by Aldous Huxley
> >called 'the doors of perceptions'. I don't know where to 'put' these
> >things I see. Mostly I put them on the back of beermats/toasters(what do you
> >call them?)
>
> I dont see teh linking between toasters and beer.
I'll take a wild guess here: Coasters?
It's fate. But where does it point? Tune in tomorrow.
Kirby
Paul Peters
"P-Pa" <P-Pa@P_Pa.com> schreef in bericht
news:3a9acbc7...@news.alt.net...
> On Mon, 26 Feb 2001 20:30:49 +0100, "Paul Peters" <pa...@droomboot.nl>
> wrote:
>
> >On bad days there are two things that happen to me, I can't (really)
create
> >a single thing to see and I see everything very meta physically (is that
> >possible?).
>
> I think u an I are teh same persin in different worlds.
Does it scare you? Anyway I feel for you, and hope you are okay.
>
>
> > I guess that is a consequence from being an Artist (Hello, my
> >name is PaulPeters and I am an Artist. *Hello Paul!
>
>
> Hello I am Poopie Pants and I am an artist. Of fine oil painted moo
> hoos, sculptures, an beads
Hello Poopie! (I chorus) what are moo hoos? I couldn't find that word in my
dictionary.
>
> >*-'they chorussed') you
> >can read about that sort of seeing/feeling in a little book by Aldous
Huxley
> >called 'the doors of perceptions'. I don't know where to 'put' these
> >things I see. Mostly I put them on the back of beermats/toasters(what do
you
> >call them?)
>
> I dont see teh linking between toasters and beer.
(taken from a Kirby posting): I'll take a wild guess here: Coasters?
InDD I meant coasters.
>
> > with my cool -0.1- Rotring fine liner while drinking beer and
> >letting the roar of the nightlife keep me calm. That helps a little bit,
it
> >keeps the creating urge 'at bay'.
>
> there does seem to be a creating urge on ebay or maybe just a buying
> urge of fine motorized hula hoops.
Can't have to much of them urges i guess.
>
> >It must have allmost been two years since I put the cool brushes on the
> >white canvas, two since I organized a painting. A real painting (I
usually
> >organized my paintings, they are very anally retentive looking 'jobs' but
I
> >make them like that, so I have to organize my time, materials and moods
> >(yes, moods!) for them to get that way).
>
> Do you like sniffing linseed oil? I do.
> I find if I am anal about my art it turns out stiff and yucky like
> constipated art. If I just let it out and let it fly Let teh shit fly
> the colors flow and it looks much more alive.
(here comes the beef:) My art teacher once had good advise for me. When I
was working from my parents place, before my older brother moved out, before
I had my own Artelier (?) and did my works (my spiel, my fault) in the same
room where I slept in. (eh..remember those days?) Well this teacher told me
if I had problems sleeping I should put the lid back on the jars where I
kept my terpetine (?) in. that shows how much he knew about the artists and
there ways and got so practical about it.
and by the way. I like my art to look constipated/retentive/anal/stuck up.
when I find out that there is a personal human like thing showing up in it,
I smile. But it is not the thing i go for.
> > For painting was/is my 'spiel', my
> >weapon, my Human fault, I guess you could say. I Paint. How old fasioned
eh?
>
> There is nothing old fashioned about painiting.
basiclly I think all art is meaningless after the impressionist took (the
Salon) over from the manerists. but that is a different story, where I
probably need some more room and research (for facts about that) for.
> >I even made some serious woodcutprintings 'back in the days'. (But that
is
> >an other story, an other time. Elvis was still alive (I think) A tube of
> >Schmicken finest Phthalo
>
> Ah yes I would much rather have a fine tube of phthalo than a beer any
> day.
prosit!
> > was affordable and a beer at the bar set you back
> >only 1.30 Dutch Guldens (strange wooden or cheese 'coins' that the dutch
> >people use for financial transactions.) I digress...And forgot where I
> >wanted this story, posting, 'ranting' wanted to go. I find that it is
harder
> >for me to think about my bad days (And being the stuck up conceited
> >art...
>
> I call that the create to impress art. Thank goodness I am getting
> over it.
I like to know more about this 'create to impress art' you speak of. Please
expand.
> >(wait a minute forgot the capital) Artist that I am.) then I thought.
> >A coulple next door is having a fight and my poor dying cat is looking at
me
> >as if I set the life span for cats. (or she wants food, probably) cool
> >soothing Tom Waits music is comming from the 'stereo' (Stereo is a big
word
> >for the old monitor amp I got miraciously conected to my computer and the
> >one big fat filthy speaker that spews out this strange fine music in my
cold
> >room.(Damn I even digress from digressing))
> >Okay. I don't know if anybody cares, But I think I will tell you about my
> >bad days some other time. I nobody cares, I will do it anyway. I somebody
> >feels offended by it I won't do it.
> >Be well, fine people.
>
> Continue.
you can hold me on that one. I'll tell about the bad days soon.
> >
> >PaulPeters
> >
> >
>
> Loev,
>
> Poopie Pants
> See we hace teh same initials
I see. except i didn't make em up. they were give to me.
love,
PaulPeters
Susanna Lee
wrote:
> ah...like that.
> "P-Pa" <P-Pa@P_Pa.com> schreef in bericht
> news:3a9acbc7...@news.alt.net...
> > On Mon, 26 Feb 2001 20:30:49 +0100, "Paul Peters" <pa...@droomboot.nl>
> > wrote:
> >
> > >On bad days there are two things that happen to me, I can't (really)
> create
> > >a single thing to see and I see everything very meta physically (is that
> > >possible?).
> >
> > I think u an I are teh same persin in different worlds.
>
> Does it scare you? Anyway I feel for you, and hope you are okay.
> >
> >
> > > I guess that is a consequence from being an Artist (Hello, my
> > >name is PaulPeters and I am an Artist. *Hello Paul!
> >
> >
> > Hello I am Poopie Pants and I am an artist. Of fine oil painted moo
> > hoos, sculptures, an beads
>
> Hello Poopie! (I chorus) what are moo hoos? I couldn't find that word in my
> dictionary.
moohoo=model horse
moohoopoo=model horse police
moohoopookoo=model horse police haiku
You had to be there, I guess. And you can be! http://groups.google.com/
Now, it's your turn!
moohoopookooyoo
The Bad News:
Of course, now that *everybody* knows it, it won't be fun anymore and we'll move on to
something new.
The Good News:
You get to pick out the something new.
> > >*-'they chorussed') you
> > >can read about that sort of seeing/feeling in a little book by Aldous
> Huxley
> > >called 'the doors of perceptions'. I don't know where to 'put' these
> > >things I see. Mostly I put them on the back of beermats/toasters(what do
> you
> > >call them?)
> >
> > I dont see teh linking between toasters and beer.
>
>
> (taken from a Kirby posting): I'll take a wild guess here: Coasters?
>
> InDD I meant coasters.
InDeterminateDiamonds
Sounds like a misc.creativity door prize.
I don't know about your news program, but mine does not limit the size of a post. What
more room could you need than all of Usenet?
Basically I think all research is meaningless after the UPA took Usenet over from the
flonk. But that is merely a derivation of your paragraph, and holds no intrinsic value in
and of itself. It barely even had a ring to it. In fact, I think it fell perfectly flat,
and if I do say so myself it was one of my most disastrous writing attempts this week, if
not this year. I hope I can do it again tomorrow.
Going to jury duty has simply *drained* me of my creative energy. It was all I could do to
not replay myself playing a juror in the play in which I played a juror many years ago.
<attach bumper sticker here: I'D RATHER BE PAINTING>
How would you even know if someone would be offended by it? Anticipating being offended at
the thought of hearing about someone's bad days is not the same as sometime thereafter
being offended by something which was actually written, which was unexpectedly offensive.
People are offended by other people. No matter what you write, you will offend someone.
Please do not let that stop you from writing and telling us about whatever it is you wish
to share. People who are offended easily don't often share their experiences about their
feelings in here.
Is it that you truly do not wish to offend? Only lurkers have that luxury.
Is it that you wish to give the impression of being a nice guy? There is no need. We love
you like family.
Is it that you want to write what you think we want to read?
We want to read your soul.
> > >Be well, fine people.
> >
> > Continue.
>
> you can hold me on that one. I'll tell about the bad days soon.
>
>
> > >
> > >PaulPeters
> > >
> > >
> >
> > Loev,
> >
> > Poopie Pants
> > See we hace teh same initials
>
> I see. except i didn't make em up. they were give to me.
How do you know that Poopie Pants made up those initials? Maybe she has been endearingly
called Poopie Pants by her closest family members since she actually had poopie pants as a
toddler.
> love,
> PaulPeters
love isn't love til you give it away
i want mine now