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Thursday

What to do? The impasse is still an impasse. The plateau is still the peak from which I can always fall, but can I surpass? Perhaps. The years of narrowing down to affordability, the lack of possibility, and the need for sustainability: is this all about ability or the lack thereof? Are we all the same person wanting the same things for ourselves and thinking similar thoughts behind similar faces? People: variations on a theme? From a distance, are cultures homogenous and noisy enough to sound like a symphony? Or, perhaps, are things slowly but surely pulling away from a calm core of a chorus into chaotic dissonance? Arguably, we are out of harmony with our environment, pummeling past it into the graces of clouds where only imagined immortals once dwelled.

Who cares?

This desk is still a desk. This chair, these clicking sounds that rise up into the air hit the ceiling (cement, not glass) and bounce back down again. False dichotomies have my analytic mind in a vice: meaning versus no meaning, something versus nothing, fatalism versus nihilism.

The middle path…who has discussed it before? Did it start with Aristotle? Maybe Socrates, or a Pre-Socratic Heraclitus? This was discussed by the much revered Buddha and centrists/moderates across the universe. But, is this compromise? Can a vision be so clear as to lead in one direction beyond all the others? The Buddha walked the middle path, but the same time was a rebel. That is to say, he followed an extreme that was radical because it was his own path. Is this what Heidegger called the calling?

Nothingness. Nothingness is still the something that hums like an OM that never gets as simplistic as an ocean’s breath. Nothingness that is the mundane that cannot or will not reveal to me its supposed sacredness. Human ideas imposed upon a world that was not conceived by human ideas…

When we were younger, we imagined that the future might be molded from our attempts and wishes. The future was (was!) a malleable thing and we were (were!) capable of holding it in our hands. That’s right, it in our hands, as if it was an object to be beholden to. Now, the future is no longer an object, but a mirage. A thing we cannot help but plan for (it is predictable), but also cannot count on (it does not exist). Life is unpredictable, or so we are told. Or, so we have witnessed. The random death of a child. The random strike of lightening. Randomness in itself may just be a human misconception. Chance…the human inability to assign meaning to events? Or, is chance instead meaning that is the human misconception: the drive for reason over stretching itself into arenas in which it is not applicable? Perhaps, this is the fourth, fifth, ninth, whatever dimension. Perhaps, this is the unfathomable cube for an ordinary square. What I conceive as my hidden inside might just be a perspective from which I cannot yet gaze.

Regardless, these thoughts are shot. They go nowhere faster than air arrives into lungs and proceed to leave them. Just another electrical wave in the dark. “Just another”? “Just”?

The assigning of value, the grand dreams of a broken ordinary genius.

Henry David Thoreau

“rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth”

Formalism

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Formalism_(art)

I stole this poem...

Hey Karl Marx!


Hey Karl Marx!
Are you listening?
Can you see it?
Your words are
being taught at
elitist universities
to the childrenof rich white republicrats
while laborersbuckle under
the weight of a system that
they can't beat
Obviously, they have missed the point.


© Wayne Mason 2004

Out of the unparalleled distinction
this young girl grew five heads
Each turned in a cubic direction
with the luckiest facing the clouds
smiling towards rain
evaluating the differences in grey before they inevitably give way to a myriad of
pinhole distinctions
unknown to those
Heads that face west
or east
or north
it truly depends
But only one only knows
up
The anti gravity
But only one only wonders
about the appearance of feet
But she can feel the differences between toes, all jammed together and sometimes
spread, allowing tickling blades of grass to slide between
instances of skin

But only one only wonders
about the contraption of shoes
aiding in walking
only wonders
about this act of running
She feels her legs
Legs?

When in the middle of the city
the only city in the world
and the lights outshine the moon
and the towers of commerce seem to lean together
creating a canopy for the
stone forest
she can still see every star
they cannot seem to hide
nor do they seem to want to hide
because she is the only head
never bowed, but forever face to face
speaking to you

Doldrums he said

Doldrums he said
On the flamingo lit beach
Highlighting a sand bar

Buried bar between
While the grays get angrier
While trying to outshine the inward intensity
Inherent to black
That grows warmer in the heat
That fails to get attacked

Nothing as usual
The game plan going
The wining of the millionth time
The inconsequential loss that never

Really means losing

Adding up to a time pocket
Rounded
At the edge
Secretly writing brightly
Of fuzzed indigenous neon
Unrelenting
In stretched flanks of horizon
Covering
An unmovable inch
Regarded as plastic encased
In further inflammable plastic

Same old same old

As the repetition means growth
As the repetition sparks the slow diamond

Beyond the departing and recumbent eyes of

Rationale
Moving

eat your ADD

September 6, 2007
Some Food Additives Raise Hyperactivity, Study Finds
By ELISABETH ROSENTHAL
Common food additives and colorings can increase hyperactive behavior in a broad range of children, a study being released today found.
It was the first time researchers conclusively and scientifically confirmed a link that had long been suspected by many parents. Numerous support groups for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder have for years recommended removing such ingredients from diets, although experts have continued to debate the evidence.
But the new, carefully controlled study shows that some artificial additives increase hyperactivity and decrease attention span in a wide range of children, not just those for whom overactivity has been diagnosed as a learning problem.
The new research, which was financed by Britain’s Food Standards Agency and published online by the British medical journal The Lancet, presents regulators with a number of issues: Should foods containing preservatives and artificial colors carry warning labels? Should some additives be prohibited entirely? Should school cafeterias remove foods with additives?
After all, the researchers note that overactivity makes learning more difficult for children.
“A mix of additives commonly found in children’s foods increases the mean level of hyperactivity,” wrote the researchers, led by Jim Stevenson, a professor of psychology at the University of Southampton. “The finding lends strong support for the case that food additives exacerbate hyperactive behaviors (inattention, impulsivity and overactivity) at least into middle childhood.”
In response to the study, the Food Standards Agency advised parents to monitor their children’s activity and, if they noted a marked change with food containing additives, to adjust their diets accordingly, eliminating artificial colors and preservatives.
But Professor Stevenson said it was premature to go further. “We’ve set up an issue that needs more exploration,” he said in a telephone interview.
In response to the study, some pediatricians cautioned that a diet without artificial colors and preservatives might cause other problems for children.
“Even if it shows some increase in hyperactivity, is it clinically significant and does it impact the child’s life?” said Dr. Thomas Spencer, a specialist in Pediatric Psychopharmacology at Massachusetts General Hospital.
“Is it powerful enough that you want to ostracize your kid? It is very socially impacting if children can’t eat the things that their friends do.”
Still, Dr. Spencer called the advice of the British food agency “sensible,” noting that some children may be “supersensitive to additives” just as some people are more sensitive to caffeine.
The Lancet study focused on a variety of food colorings and on sodium benzoate, a common preservative. The researchers note that removing this preservative from food could cause problems in itself by increasing spoilage. In the six-week trial, researchers gave a randomly selected group of several hundred 3-year-olds and of 8- and 9-year-olds drinks with additives — colors and sodium benzoate — that mimicked the mix in children’s drinks that are commercially available. The dose of additives consumed was equivalent to that in one or two servings of candy a day, the researchers said. Their diet was otherwise controlled to avoid other sources of the additives.
A control group was given an additive-free placebo drink that looked and tasted the same.
All of the children were evaluated for inattention and hyperactivity by parents, teachers (for school-age children) and through a computer test. Neither the researchers nor the subject knew which drink any of the children had consumed.
The researchers discovered that children in both age groups were significantly more hyperactive and that they had shorter attention spans if they had consumed the drink containing the additives. The study did not try to link specific consumption with specific behaviors. The study’s authors noted that other research suggested that the hyperactivity could increase in as little as an hour after artificial additives were consumed.
The Lancet study could not determine which of the additives caused the poor performances because all the children received a mix. “This was a very complicated study, and it will take an even more complicated study to figure out which components caused the effect,” Professor Stevenson said.

A loitering of clouds
Hanging around, light
Intrinsically carefree

Meshell Ndegeocello at the Rose

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Me'Shell_Ndeg%C3%A9Ocello

she jams out around nyc town. twas a pleasure

गुइदोनिअन् Hand

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:GuidonianHand.PNG

Parthenogenesis....the new jesus?

'Virgin birth'
Researchers said that the distinct "genetic fingerprint" of the stem cells means they may be the first in the world to be extracted from embryos produced by the so-called "virgin birth" method, or parthenogenesis.
This happens when eggs are stimulated into becoming embryos without ever being fertilised by sperm, and has been achieved in animals.

svaha 1

There pops the shell, it disappeared over night. I think the wind turned it to a liquid that now lightly lines my sidewalk. I walk over it daily, but the delicacy is gone. Now it is the same impermanent hard stuff that I can use and use over again.

This tool is a stem
Plucked straight to its
Death
And placed kindly in
Your hand
Do you like
Your dead
If it has petals? Is the dead
A beauty
When you cannot touch
The pain
It feels from infinite thirst
While you remain
Mostly water
Standing under a winning heat?

Traveling while their backs are turned. I’m just talking about some rail guards who have their own daydreams going blank against the tv screen. No more thinking about thinking and all the thoughts one thought to have. They die inside the creation of a million thoughts focusing on

Nothing

No commentary bubbles
No tiny stone under my fingernails
It’s sand that falls from
Between the cracks of what I hold and what you once held
We can’t have the same and the same time
I can breathe the boundary between us as I remain a pretense until I become

A tool
That is a dead thing
For the next to rise and conquer
A stepping stone
For yesterday’s pyramid
Or a copper plate on an old lady’s neck.
I want to turn into oil
Running thick on the minds of nations who want me to remain where I really belong
Back into the muck
Of the land
Hardening into millennia long strands of interwoven pressure

"If you look for the bad in people expecting to find it, you surely will." This is a quote from Abraham Lincoln.

.....WAIT...w...a...it...

Tremendous scattering of the tiny reflects oil in the dust. There are no branches to intertwine, no vines to birth the soma elixir coaxing my throat to forget all the outside so as to focus on the inside wanting to transcend back out to the outside always there. Transcendence is a bitch in heat waiting for the noon sun to set and her tail to stop wagging at the gloriousness of the day. It takes too much and leaves only scraps behind suitable for minions in a web complex enough to have minions and pawns, ingloriously for the rise of glory. To get to the top step a high heeled broken ankle must find the golden duck tape and piece it all back together again. If gravity would bend for a moment in time, take a rainbow and make it a black frown, then subjectivity could reign supreme and we could pretend that opposites are detachable so as to enjoy the false extreme. Fingers are going backwards into their sockets, they care not for awkward landings on strangers’ shoulders that want strangers’ fingers one day and smack them with the fly swatter the next. A prayer to indecisiveness accumulates as a cloud rising straight up just to fall back down into the piss pool gathering underneath the leg of a scared child trying to think, trying not to think, of next.

Jim Cohn excerpt

...taken from "Treasures for Heaven"



XXXII
The smell
Of burning tires
Comes through the window
Near the bodies
Roped in moonbeams
Of unity
Where they were separated
From time––often & without fail.

Society for Humanistic Judaism

July 25, 2007
Sherwin Wine, 79, Founder of Splinter Judaism Group, Dies
By DENNIS HEVESI
Rabbi Sherwin T. Wine, founder of a movement in Judaism that says there is no reason to believe in God but that the religion’s highest ethical traditions and the value of each person should be revered, died on Saturday in Essaouira, Morocco.
He was 79 and lived in Birmingham, Mich.
Rabbi Wine was killed in a car accident while on vacation with his companion, Richard McMains, said Rabbi Miriam Jerris, president of the Association of Humanistic Rabbis. The association is an affiliate of the Society for Humanistic Judaism, which Rabbi Wine founded in 1969. Mr. McMains was injured in the accident.
Rabbi Wine started the Society for Humanistic Judaism six years after he sent ripples through the American Jewish community by urging eight families who were doubtful of their faith to join him in establishing the Birmingham Temple, in a Detroit suburb.
The congregation, now based in nearby Farmington Hills, eliminated the word “God” from its services. For example, “You shall love the Lord your God,” became, “We revere the best in man.” The congregation also stopped reciting the Shema, the basic Jewish proclamation of faith in the unity of God.
As word of his innovations spread, Rabbi Wine became controversial. He was castigated by other rabbis.
In 1965, he was the subject of articles in The New York Times and Time magazine.
“I find no adequate reason to accept the existence of a supreme person,” Rabbi Wine told Time.
In the interview with The Times, he said the existence of God required “empirical criteria.” As a substitute, Rabbi Wine preached “humanism,” describing it as a religion “because, like all other religions, it enables man to relate himself to his universe.”
He also emphasized ethical imperatives of Judaism.
Although the Society for Humanistic Judaism has 10,000 members in 30 congregations in the United States and Canada, its tenets are held, to varying degrees, by more Jews. According to the American Jewish Identity Survey of 2001 by the Center for Jewish Studies at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York, about half of the 5.3 million Jews in the United States identify themselves as “secular” or “somewhat secular.”
Sherwin Theodore Wine was born on Jan. 25, 1928, in Detroit, the son of immigrants from Poland, Herschel and Teibele Israelski Wengrowski. His father was a cap maker and trouser cutter.
Besides Mr. McMains, a sister, Lorraine Pivnick, of Farmington Hills, survives Rabbi Wine.
The rabbi came from a Conservative Jewish tradition. His parents kept a kosher home. He earned bachelor’s and master’s degrees in philosophy at the University of Michigan and was ordained a Reform rabbi after graduating from Hebrew Union College in 1956.
By 1960, Rabbi Wine had founded a Reform congregation in Windsor, Ontario. After three years, he acknowledged his discomfort in addressing a God he was not sure existed and broke from Reform Judaism.
Part of his estrangement was rooted in the Holocaust. In an interview with The San Diego Jewish Journal, Rabbi Wine said, “The message of the Holocaust is that there isn’t any magic power.”

gestalt psychology

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gestalt_psychology

random window to no where. slowly