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Mags
It is worse than ever. I think I'm turning into a post-modern minimalist.
Please, somebody stop me.
Mags
Elephants are not camels.
Nikolaus Maack
>It is worse than ever. I think I'm turning into a post-modern minimalist.
>Please, somebody stop me.
A surrealist isn't allowed to stop someone from expressing their true
nature, even if that nature involves making blue screens full of words
of baffled, delighted, misery.
Nik
---
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Mags
> Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote:
> >It is worse than ever. I think I'm turning into a post-modern minimalist.
> >Please, somebody stop me.
>
> A surrealist isn't allowed to stop someone from expressing their true
> nature, even if that nature involves making blue screens full of words
> of baffled, delighted, misery.
>
> Nik
Thank you Nik.
I'm smiling now.
dale houstman
Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
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> On Wed, 24 Nov 1999, Nikolaus Maack wrote:
>
> >
> > A surrealist isn't allowed to stop someone from >expressing their true
nature, even if that nature involves >making blue screens full of words of
baffled, delighted, misery.
> >
> Thank you Nik.
> I'm smiling now.
>
Though I am glad something made you smile, what Nik says above is pure
wormpoo. It's been clearly explained to him a thousand times or more that
"liberation of the imagination" does NOT mean anything so trite and banal as
"anything goes" but is meant to be a rallying cry to free yourself from the
shackles of domesticated dreams. What the hell is "true nature" in that
universe which Nik has endless imagined FOR us: a space where all things are
equal and no choices can be made concerning your condition in this life,
because "EVERYTHING IS TRUE." Since you expressed some puzzlement over the
content of your page, maybe that puzzlement is your "true nature." If so,
what is Nik doing in trying to clear it up? This is the dubious nature of
his pronoucments: they don't actually MEAN anything, because he fears having
to take a stand that isn't easily controverted by a shrug of his taoist
shoulders the next time he is called upon to do anything but pee into his
brain. ANY expression can be a victim of rather than a victory over that
imprisonment, a wounded imagination, and we should work to develop
instruments which are apt to liberate us at every turn rather than to accept
our incarceration in the lower depths of that jail Nik celebrates with every
word. Nik hasn't got a clue to what a "true surrealist" might be, and the
fact that you find comfort in this is just another sign of his pernicious
influence on growing minds. His is a know nothing philosophy which only
leads to frustration and a debasment of an individual's ability to act upon
his/her dreams when action is called for. One way ticket to idiocy...
DMH
Mags
Happy Turkey Slaughtering Festival!
Mags
Elephants are not camels.
Mags
> In article <81gncv$i4r$1...@the-fly.zip.com.au>,
> "Kristina" <bu...@start.com.au> wrote:
>
>
> Hi Maggie,
> I love your name.
It stands for Magdalena Dorota Gloria Krzywicka
> Kristina's advice is excellent. :)
> My note--a little fear will make it more intense.
>
> C
>
Mags
>
> > Mags, I checked out your page...
> > There is too much information...no essential mystery to re-kindle a
> passion
> > for the complex pleasure of the quiet and loud whisper in minimal
> > engagement.
>
> > Kristina.
> >
> > Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> > news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
> > > Check this out.
> > >
> > > http://pages.nyu.edu/~mk508/
> > >
> > > It is worse than ever. I think I'm turning into a post-modern
> minimalist.
> > > Please, somebody stop me.
> > >
> > > Mags
> > >
> > > Elephants are not camels.
> > >
> >
> >
>
> --
> cythera
>
>
> Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
> Before you buy.
>
>
Elephants are not camels.
dale houstman
Kristina <bu...@start.com.au> wrote in message
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> dale houstman <dm...@mindspring.com> wrote in message
> news:81hs7a$vbq$1...@nntp3.atl.mindspring.net...
> Kristina.
While I doubt that (while wondering what exactly I was trying to say), the
sentiment's welcome.
Time for a poem!
_______________________________
Any Great Momentum Is Wasted in Knitting
The aeroplanes of China are a very modest idea.
The poor can do well without another year of modest
ideas.
The forests which end government also must end
themselves.
In Peking we take the wooden boat out to the forest.
The aeroplanes of sea salt are yet to be extracted or
thought of.
Burning extracted sugar did not achieve futurity.
Futurity is a modest yet incomprehensible stone aeroplane.
The wooden boat was a modest yet incomprehensible
military issue.
The poor can do perfectly well without another year of sea
salt aeroplanes.
The train tracks which end the forests also must end
themselves.
Buying into modest ideas tripled the production of wooden
aeroplanes.
And still any great momentum is wasted in knitting.
The knitting which ends government must also end itself.
Governments which end knitting are best explained in
advance of knitting.
In advance of the forests is a train full of stone aeroplanes.
In advance of the stone aeroplanes is a forest of futurity's
trains.
China modestly considers the burning of the sugars of
futurity.
The poor can do well enough without another year of
burning futurity.
The aeroplanes of sea salt which end knitting are best
explained in advance of knitting.
And still any great momentum is wasted in knitting.
The knitting which ends government must also end itself.
The aeroplanes of China are a very modest idea.
______________________________
from "The Appetites"
dale houstman
Well, a smile is such an ambiguous muscularature, I admit...
DMH
Mags
the head after pretending to be a surrealist, standing on your head in
public, winning a yo-yo competition at the age of 19, and/or being nice to
the circus people.
Mags
Elephants are not camels.
Kristina
There is too much information...no essential mystery to re-kindle a passion
for the complex pleasure of the quiet and loud whisper in minimal
engagement.
your website...
Kristina.
Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
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Kristina
news:81hs7a$vbq$1...@nntp3.atl.mindspring.net...
>
>
> DMH
>
>
Kristina
news:81i0hk$loo$1...@nnrp1.deja.com...
> In article <81gncv$i4r$1...@the-fly.zip.com.au>,
> "Kristina" <bu...@start.com.au> wrote:
>
>
> Hi Maggie,
> I love your name.
> My note--a little fear will make it more intense.
I like Magdalena...it's gorgeous... : )
And you are right Cythera, a little fear goes a long way....jump into the
deep end Mags, really wallow in the unknown, and re-joice (that sounds like
a goddam sermon word) seriously, just explore the possibilities...
Kristina.
>
> C
>
>
> > Mags, I checked out your page...
> > There is too much information...no essential mystery to re-kindle a
> passion
> > for the complex pleasure of the quiet and loud whisper in minimal
> > engagement.
>
> > Kristina.
> >
> > Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> > news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
> > > Check this out.
> > >
> > > http://pages.nyu.edu/~mk508/
> > >
> > > It is worse than ever. I think I'm turning into a post-modern
> minimalist.
> > > Please, somebody stop me.
> > >
> > > Mags
> > >
> > > Elephants are not camels.
> > >
> >
> >
>
Kristina
> the head after pretending to be a surrealist, standing on your head in
> public, winning a yo-yo competition at the age of 19, and/or being nice to
> the circus people.
Yeah, you gotta watch those condensations, they are nasty little buggers. I
didn't know you were pretentious? Or perhaps I'm reading this all wrong,
you know with being on the other sie of the world, water does spin in
opposite polarities, and we are degrees apart I fear...still camels are
elephants as far as I'm concerned, and an onion is a vegetable...giving free
tickets to smiles or otherwise.
Kristina.
> Mags
>
> On Wed, 24 Nov 1999, dale houstman wrote:
>
> >
> > Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> > news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
Mags
> Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
> > Like the smile one receives with the 3 complimentary condescending pats on
> > the head after pretending to be a surrealist, standing on your head in
> > public, winning a yo-yo competition at the age of 19, and/or being nice to
> > the circus people.
>
> Yeah, you gotta watch those condensations, they are nasty little buggers. I
> didn't know you were pretentious? Or perhaps I'm reading this all wrong,
> you know with being on the other sie of the world, water does spin in
> opposite polarities, and we are degrees apart I fear...still camels are
> elephants as far as I'm concerned, and an onion is a vegetable...giving free
> tickets to smiles or otherwise.
> Kristina.
>
Yeah, you gotta watch those oinions that are vegetables. But at
least commenting on a duh statement like "elephants are not camels" (which
I think you're doing - but I might be all wrong, being on the other sidde
of the world, you know) is as far from being pretentious as sarcasm from
humor in the hand that gives out the pats on head. That's a relief.
Mags
>
> > Mags
> >
> > On Wed, 24 Nov 1999, dale houstman wrote:
> >
> > >
> > > Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> > > news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
> > > > That's the exact reason that meade me smile, Dale
> > >
> > >
> > > Well, a smile is such an ambiguous muscularature, I admit...
> > >
> > > DMH
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> >
> > Elephants are not camels.
> >
>
>
>
>
Elephants are not camels.
Mags
Mags
On Thu, 25 Nov 1999, cythera wrote:
> In article <81hs7a$vbq$1...@nntp3.atl.mindspring.net>,
> "dale houstman" <dm...@mindspring.com> wrote:
>
> Dale, thank you very much for these comments. I needed them, &
> am copying them onto diskette.
> >
>
> > > On Wed, 24 Nov 1999, Nikolaus Maack wrote:
>
> > > > A surrealist isn't allowed to stop someone from >expressing their
> true
> > nature, even if that nature involves >making blue screens full of
> words of
> > baffled, delighted, misery.
>
>
> Nik
> I am sure I just read "...isn't allowed." :(
> We don't have any laws here.
>
> As Andre Breton says, "If only the sun were shining tonight." Maybe
> Then you would get it.
>
>
> Mags:
> > DMH
> >
> >
>
> --
> cythera
>
>
> Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
> Before you buy.
>
>
Elephants are not camels.
Kristina
> On Thu, 25 Nov 1999, Kristina wrote:
>
> > Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
> > news:Pine.GSO.3.96.991124...@is9.nyu.edu...
> > > Like the smile one receives with the 3 complimentary condescending
pats on
> > > the head after pretending to be a surrealist, standing on your head in
> > > public, winning a yo-yo competition at the age of 19, and/or being
nice to
> > > the circus people.
> >
> > Yeah, you gotta watch those condensations, they are nasty little
buggers. I
> > didn't know you were pretentious? Or perhaps I'm reading this all
wrong,
> > you know with being on the other sie of the world, water does spin in
> > opposite polarities, and we are degrees apart I fear...still camels are
> > elephants as far as I'm concerned, and an onion is a vegetable...giving
free
> > tickets to smiles or otherwise.
> > Kristina.
> >
>
> Yeah, you gotta watch those oinions that are vegetables. But at
> least commenting on a duh statement like "elephants are not camels" (which
> I think you're doing - but I might be all wrong, being on the other sidde
> of the world, you know) is as far from being pretentious as sarcasm from
> humor in the hand that gives out the pats on head. That's a relief.
Good for you Mags! I'm glossy and sparkled in glad wrap for you!
Kristina.
Kristina
Thanks Dale, I love salt, boats...and stone...here is one I did this
afternoon, of course, taking from your poem...
______________________________
The Knitted Billboard.
Red wool tumbles from the sky and my parachute fails
all the while poor forests tentatively watch
a pecking cloud eat the vital organs of threaded sugar.
I ache for my salt boat.
In the city stone miliners prepare
for the opening of the knitted billboard.
I feed on wooden acid sticks reeking of oiled muslin
my advance provides tyres full of sugarine expressions.
Buying ideas is a tripe red book
it sweats profusely and knits little ant colonies
upon the cities of umbilical minds.
The government libido quiets the scream
my corrosive chinese saucer tops up a green tea world.
I ache for my salt boat...
kristina.
dale houstman
Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote in message
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> Like the smile one receives with the 3 complimentary >condescending pats
on the head after pretending to be a >surrealist, standing on your head in
> the circus people.
Or the smile that coalesces from a series of grimaces on the face of a man
with a snake for a belt.
DMH
dale houstman
> In article <81hs7a$vbq$1...@nntp3.atl.mindspring.net>,
> "dale houstman" <dm...@mindspring.com> wrote:
>
> Dale, thank you very much for these comments. I >needed them, & am
copying them onto diskette.
I want a piece of any monetary action! It ain't cheap keeping fifteen
children and a wolfhound in bermuda shorts all winter. If Effie hadn't run
off with the gas meter man... If mom hadn't dressed me in tearaway paper
frocks... If dad had only stopped beating me with the link sausages...
If If If...
DMH
dale houstman
> Thanks Dale, I love salt, boats...and stone...here is one I did this
> afternoon, of course, taking from your poem...
>
> ______________________________
> The Knitted Billboard.
>
> Red wool tumbles from the sky and my parachute fails
> all the while poor forests tentatively watch
> a pecking cloud eat the vital organs of threaded sugar.
>
> I ache for my salt boat.
>
> In the city stone miliners prepare
> for the opening of the knitted billboard.
>
> I feed on wooden acid sticks reeking of oiled muslin
> my advance provides tyres full of sugarine expressions.
>
> Buying ideas is a tripe red book
> it sweats profusely and knits little ant colonies
> upon the cities of umbilical minds.
> The government libido quiets the scream
> my corrosive chinese saucer tops up a green tea world.
>
> I ache for my salt boat...
>
>
> kristina.
>
and it aches for you no doubt; but do you like salt on your aches?
DMH
Mags
Exactly! (... or something like that)
Nikolaus Maack
>What the hell is "true nature"
What the hell is "authentic desire"?
What the hell is "the real me"?
What the hell is "my heart"?
What the hell is "my soul"?
What the hell is "my passion?"
Terminology is your enemy and your friend. Seeing that various
flavours are actually the same is a trick you can use to shorten your
salad bar.
Kristina
...sometimes that too is rather invigorating, but I generally prefer
stainless steel!
kristina.
>
> DMH
>
>
Mags
Mags
On Sat, 27 Nov 1999, cythera wrote:
> In article <Pine.GSO.3.96.991125...@is9.nyu.edu>,
> Mags <mk...@is9.nyu.edu> wrote:
> > I made it even worse. I wonder when I will reach the complete bottom.
> >
> > http://pages.nyu.edu/~mk508
> >
> > Mags
> >
>
> The bird's lovely. I'd like to see more.
>
>
> >
> > Mags for President