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Monday, July 22, 2024

Repression redux


Freud doesn't say anything directly in the Psychopathology of Everyday Life* about the imagery of  the Signorelli frescoes in the Orvieto cathedral. "Death and sexuality" in The Damned Cast into Hell (c. 1499) are the strongest themes and features of the scenes and figures depicted. Rather, Freud says he associates his forgetting the artist's name with factoids from Bosnian Turkish life and culture (sex, fate) and his patient who recently "had ended his life on account of an incurable sexual disturbance."

The frescoes are vivid examples of the themes of death and sexuality, and these art works might also be what Freud represses consciously, for he "did not wish to touch upon such [delicate themes] in conversation with a stranger." Note that he not only omits the content of the frescoes in his explanation of what he was repressing but also omits whether he discussed the frescoes in some detail with his travel companion. 

When Freud writes, "The forgetting of the name could not be explained until after I had recalled the theme discussed immediately before this conversation," it is not only the subjects he mentions explicitly that were prior but it must also include what it was about the "famous frescoes" that he found reason for bringing the subject up. That too precedes the end of the unfinished sentence, his moment of forgetting. 

"Our conversation drifted to travelling in Italy, and I asked my companion whether he had been in Orvieto and had seen there the famous frescoes of -- "

Can one think of famous works of art without re-creating in mind their content in whole or in part? Perhaps Freud is committing repression as well as being the subject of the phenomenon he so meticulously, otherwise, explicates.

It is tempting to wonder why Freud himself found the frescoes so memorable but operant seemingly in his own unconscious . . . notably having to do with death and sexuality. Where can we look for possible evidence? More of his own writings and biography, of course. 

PS Titled, "Caution and care in reading and asserting," a proposed second post but better placed here because of the above.

One thing to be aware of: Careful reading of Freud's words he himself provided us is needed, not the words of secondary or tertiary sources. For example, I am pretty sure this is wrong, as written in a Bellevue Literary Press synopsis** of Weber's book on Freud's Orvieto trip and the Signorelli frescoes.

After a visit to the cathedral at Orvieto in Italy, Sigmund Freud deemed Luca Signorelli’s frescoes the greatest artwork he’d ever encountered; yet, a year later, he couldn’t recall the artist’s name. When the name came back to him, the images he had so admired vanished from his mind’s eye. This is known as the “Signorelli parapraxis” in the annals of Freudian psychoanalysis and is a famous example from Freud’s own life of his principle of repressed memory.

The synopsis writer draws conclusions from the text that I believe are not clearly there, for to be frank, Freud appears to contradict himself or is at least ambiguous on this matter of "putting the image of the frescoes out of his mind" (my paraphrase of "vanishing from his mind's eye"). Freud just went on from recollection of themes and frescoes to forgetting and repression because of certain causal factors specifically recalled and revealed

The point, per Freud, was forgetting the name, for he had in mind the frescoes when he asked his travel companion if he had seen them--must have had them in mind--because of--next--the death and sexuality themes he specifically mentions in relation to the Bosnian Turks and the suicide of a former patient. 

In addition, when did Freud recall the name Signorelli? This is another piece of the synopsis that I question. Here I enlist the assistance of OpenAI, which I will take as accurate for now.

Question. When did Freud remember the name of Signorelli after forgetting or repressing it, as related in his Psychopathology of Everyday Life? Does he say in that book? or in another work?

Reply. Freud recounts the episode involving his temporary forgetting of the name "Signorelli" in his book *The Psychopathology of Everyday Life* (1901). This incident is used as a classic example of what Freud terms a "forgetting of proper names," which he attributes to a psychological process rather than a simple lapse of memory.

    In *The Psychopathology of Everyday Life*, Freud describes how he was traveling in Bosnia and Herzegovina and engaged in a conversation with a colleague[?]] about the frescoes of the Renaissance painter Luca Signorelli. However, he found himself unable to recall Signorelli's name at that moment. He remembered the names of other painters, such as Botticelli and Boltraffio, but not Signorelli.

    *** Freud does mention when he finally remembered the name. He states that the name "Signorelli" came back to him only after the conversation had ended and he had left his colleague [not so much as colleague as fellow traveller]. Specifically, he recalls remembering it later when he was no longer in the immediate context of the conversation.

    Freud explains this lapse and subsequent recollection in terms of his theory of repression and the unconscious mind. He suggests that the forgetting was linked to a repressed thought or conflict, which temporarily blocked his ability to retrieve the name.

    The detailed account and explanation are provided in Chapter 1 of *The Psychopathology of Everyday Life*. Freud does not provide a different account or additional details about the timing of this recollection in other works.

All this just another of my observations, in sum: Freud and his words and reported deeds provide endless opportunities for interpretation, and errors.

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* https://www.reasoned.org/dir/lit/PEL_freud.pdf 

** “Freud’s Trip to Orvieto.” 2021. Bellevue Literary Press. May 28. https://blpress.org/books/freuds-trip-orvieto/.

Monday, June 24, 2024

UN-faking authenticity

Here is what two AI chat bots answered to A question about transparency of use in what content/artifact creators produce. The prompt was, What elements should be included in a citation of the use of ai in the preparation of a document?

perplexity

When citing AI assistance in preparing a document, it is essential to be transparent and follow the guidelines provided by different citation styles. Some best practices include:

1. **Check Journal Policies**: Before submitting a manuscript, ensure you are aware of the journal's policies regarding the use of AI tools in research[1].

2. **Document It**: Be clear about the AI tool used, including the version, company, and date of content generation[2].

3. **Understand It**: Ensure you understand the AI tool's algorithms and the limitations of its output[1].

4. **Don't List AI as an Author**: AI tools cannot be considered authors as they do not have the ability to agree to authorship contracts or identify follow-up issues with the research[1].

5. **Use Writefull**: If you use AI tools for grammar assistance, consider using Writefull, which can help with paraphrasing and editing research manuscripts[1].

6. **APA Style**: When using AI-generated content in APA style, treat the content as the output of an algorithm, with the author being the company or organization that created the model[3].

7. **Chicago Style**: In Chicago style, AI-generated content should be cited in the text with either a note or a parenthetical citation, but should not be included in the bibliography or reference list[3].

8. **MLA Style**: In MLA style, AI-generated content should be cited with a description of the chat, the name of the AI tool, version, company, date of chat, and URL[3].

Remember to be flexible in your approach to citing AI-generated content, as guidelines may evolve over time and vary depending on the specific context of your research[3].

Citations:

[1] https://www.papersapp.com/highlights/utilizing-and-citing-ai-in-your-research/

[2] https://libguides.ccsu.edu/c.php?g=736245&p=9555042

[3] https://libguides.brown.edu/c.php?g=1338928&p=9868287

[4] https://dal.ca.libguides.com/CitationStyleGuide/citing-ai

[5] https://guides.lib.usf.edu/c.php?g=1315087&p=9678805

ChatGPT

When citing the use of AI in the preparation of a document, it's important to include several key elements to provide clarity and transparency about the role of AI in the writing process. Here are the elements that should be included in a citation of AI assistance:

Acknowledgment Statement: Begin by acknowledging that AI was used in the preparation of the document. This statement should be clear and concise.

AI Model or Platform: Specify the AI model or platform that was used. This helps provide context and transparency about the technology employed in the writing process.

Description of AI Contribution: Describe how AI was used in the writing process. This may include generating ideas, providing suggestions, improving language fluency, or other specific tasks.

Human Input: Emphasize the role of human input in the writing process. Highlight that while AI provided assistance, humans ultimately made decisions about the content and structure of the document.

Examples (Optional): If applicable, provide specific examples of how AI assistance influenced the document. This could include phrases, sentences, or sections where AI-generated content was incorporated or modified by human judgment.

Date and Version (Optional): Include the date and version of the AI model or platform used, if relevant. This helps provide additional context about the technology employed.

Transparency Statement: End with a statement emphasizing the commitment to transparency and honesty in acknowledging the use of AI assistance.

Here's an example of how these elements could be combined in a citation:

"This document was prepared with the assistance of an AI language model (OpenAI's GPT-3). The AI model was used to generate initial drafts of sections related to market analysis and product descriptions. Human editors reviewed and revised the content to ensure accuracy and coherence. This acknowledgment is provided to ensure transparency about the role of AI in the writing process."

This issue, I'll call it, needs more attention as well as some set of commonly held conventions such that we, consumers of text and other forms of expression, know and can place appropriate levels of commendation as well as trust in what we are increasingly exposed to, especially that intended to motivate attitudes and action. No? 

Monday, May 1, 2023

Nothing perfect re-starts

Mind, body, soul, my spirit--
can hardly work all through it.

Soul is what they said I had,
but soiled from first--I was had.

Body added to the mix;
many sins congealed my fix.

Mind I trained to learn this much:
Ignorance--condition's such.

Spirit searched thru practice old,
not yet disclosed man-ee-fold.

My days now few than before,
the parts jumbled still are four.

Would they somehow come to one,
bring the promised peace--we won?

Ancients and all sages said,
truth, beauty, good prep thy bed.

If life we live is the fact,
'fraid I've flailed 'nd failed to act.

So I hope for answers full,
when day is done, all this mull.

Who or what will grant the hope?
Stop these musings and my mope.

The stars disperse these our arts,
nothing's perfect or re-starts.

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I asked ChatGPT to paraphrase each sentence in this poem. This is the result. Impressive if not as awesome as my humble effort at poetry.


My spirit, mind, body, and soul are so entangled that it's difficult to function properly.

They claimed that I possessed a soul, but it was tainted from the beginning, and I was deceived.

Adding my body to the equation, the accumuI asked ChatGPT to paraphrase each sentence in this poem. This is the result. Impressive if not as awesome as my humble effort at poetry.lation of many sins worsened my condition.

I trained my mind to gain knowledge, but unfortunately, ignorance still plagues me.

Through ancient practices, my spirit searched for answers that are still unknown.

Despite my dwindling days, the four parts of my being remain disconnected.

I hope that someday they will merge and bring the peace I seek.

The wise have advised that truth, beauty, and goodness prepare one's path in life.

However, I fear that I have failed to act upon this truth and floundered.

As the day ends, I hope to find answers to my questions and end my despair.

Who or what can give me hope and bring an end to my brooding?

Our human attempts may fall short, and nothing is perfect or can be restarted.

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Rewrite this poem in iambic pentameter.


My spirit, mind, and soul, all intertwined,

My body, too, which many sins did bind,

My soul, they said, was pure, but it was soiled,

Right from the start, I was completely foiled.


I trained my mind to learn as much as I could,

Yet ignorance remains, an endless flood.

My spirit searched for answers, old and true,

But many things still yet to come in view.


My days are now fewer than before,

The jumbled parts of me are still at war.

If they could somehow merge and form as one,

My promised peace could finally be won.


The ancients and the sages have all taught,

That truth, beauty, and goodness must be sought.

If life is fact, then I have failed to act,

And all my struggles seem to be intract [spelling?].


When the day is done, I hope to find,

Answers to my questions, to ease my mind.

Who or what will give me back my hope?

And help me break free from this endless mope.


The stars above disperse our human arts,

And nothing's perfect, no restarts or fresh starts.


Hmm. Not as good in my opinion.

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What is a good title for this poem?

A possible title for this poem could be "The Struggle for Wholeness" as it highlights the central theme of the poem, which is the speaker's attempt to reconcile and unify the different parts of themselves - their spirit, mind, body, and soul - to achieve a sense of completeness and inner peace. The title also reflects the challenges and difficulties that the speaker faces in their journey towards wholeness, as expressed through the various struggles and conflicts that they encounter throughout the poem.

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What is a good title using the last two lines?

A possible title using the last two lines of the poem could be "Endless Mope, No Fresh Starts" as it captures the sense of despair and hopelessness that the speaker feels in their struggle to find answers and meaning in life. The title also suggests a feeling of stuckness and inability to break free from their current situation, as reflected in the phrase "endless mope," while the phrase "no fresh starts" underscores the idea that there are no easy solutions or quick fixes to the challenges that the speaker faces.

Sunday, October 16, 2022

No Swimming Today*


"Damn it, Jane, there's no water here for swimming."

"Please, Honza, you don't have to talk like that. Just because the dam is broken and all the water drained out is no reason to curse."

"But damn it to hell, who drained the dam?"

"We can find somewhere else to swim, like an old quarry that has filled with ground water."

"You're spoiled rotten, Jane. You want water that is not the color of . . . "

"Please, Honza, don't talk like that."

"You are so refined you can't hear a man who is frustrated and angry? It's damn hot. I wanted to go swimming."

"Well, if you took the wax out of your ears, we could have been in Croatia by the sea now. We talked about that, remember?"

"Okay. Give me a facial tissue or a napkin from the lunch basket. I need to clean out my ears. It's hard to listen to you."

"There is no reason to be like a little boy and throw a tantrum or be sarcastic."

"Just because I have vinegar in my veins and it's boiling and making me unpleasant . . . do you still love me?"

"Here's a jar of pickles I packed for lunch. They will go well with your acidic mood. I'm sorry I may have affected** your disposition."

"Now who is being childish? The affect of what you have said eggs me on. Why didn't we go to Croatia? I think you said it would be too expensive and too far away. We were never on the same page about the idea of going to Croatia. I wanted to but you said . . . "

"Now my dear, do please be reasonable. We are in our own country. It is nice and hot. Talking about Croatia is long past and it's far away. Now, how can we cool off today? I am dying to show you my new tattoo."

"New tattoo? Where?"

"You will have to find it. It is very small but in a very nice place, where you like to, um,  look. That is just a hint."

"Oh, I see it. It's almost hidden in your cleavage."

"Clever boy."

"This heat is killing me. Pretty soon you'll have to dig my grave and dump me in it. Then you'll come to the graveyard every November and visit my burnt, frustrated body at rest there. At least you will be satisfied I'm finally silent, after I've kicked the bucket."

"The effect of your continuing to be silly like that is getting on my nerves. Yes, a refined girl can get to the point of being, you know, p#$@ed off."

"My, my. What language is that for a sophisticated young woman? I am shocked. What is the significance of this change in you?"

"The significance is . . . well, you will find out if you continue being, pardon me, a jerk. Now I have job for you, if you can calm down and be gentle."

"Okay. I'm calm, cool and collected . . . gentle as a lamb."

"Good. Now I can't seem to put my navel ring back in by myself. It came out. I can't quite see where the piercing is. Can you insert the stem into where it should go? Slowly and carefully."

"I'll see. Lift up your top. I need to see your belly button."

"Honza, I didn't mean that. Stop kissing me there. Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop. No. Don't. Don't stop."

"It sounds like yes means no."

"Yes."

And so he didn't, and they never went swimming that day. But they had a nice time on the beach by the empty damn dam. 

So the moral of the story is, "Make love, not war." 

Jane's motto is, "Sometimes I protest too much which has unintended effects."

For Honza we might say, "Take advantage of the moment even if you can't get what you say you want."

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* Inspired by my last student of English language, as a reading to practice and extend new vocabulary. And here is a tutorial note. 

In the course of conversing with students, a teacher can record words, expressions, grammar and usage points that are unfamiliar--on paper or a white board, in an online chat history, or by whatever means, such that they then or later can work the materials to reinforce learning. One way to help students learn the target language and language points is to turn this so-called vocabulary list into English-to-English translations for each item, perhaps providing also one or more examples of use in context. The teacher can distribute this "glossary" for study and review.

Alternatively, and perhaps more engaging for the teacher is above, to create a dialogue using the target language/-points in the order that a student encountered them during their tutorial session. The resulting full text is provided to the student as a first, passive step to absorb new material in a different way than was experienced live. Target words, expressions, grammar and usage points are underlined. An exercise after reading the full text is a cloze using the same text. 

To stretch my eager student, I introduce, above, new and possibly unfamiliar language into the story line (also underlined).

BYW, my student can guide their own learning by telling me which kind of homework or study materials they prefer to receive and work with. And if such information is not volunteered, I ask.

** Reminder about effect and affect.

to effect = to cause, make happen

an effect = result, outcome

e.g., The effect of the new rule was everyone did what they were told.

to affect = to influence, make a difference

an affect = an emotion or attitude

e.g. = The affect of the new rule was disappointment.


Friday, February 4, 2022

Ignore this post

As regards Leibniz and his monads, and if I understand the idea so far--almost accurately--then these bits of my reading and experience come to mind.

1. From Mooney's ethnographic account of Wavoka, the Paiute prophet/mystic.

Black Coyote told how they had seated themselves on the ground in front of Wovoka, as described by Tall Bull, and went on to tell how the messiah had waved his feathers over his hat, and then, when he withdrew his hand, Black Coyote looked into the hat and there 'saw the whole world'.

2. William Blake's famous lines from _Auguries of Innocence_, which is worth reading beyond these opening lines.

    To see a World in a Grain of Sand
    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
    And Eternity in an hour . . .


3. Contemplating a fractal image or mandala.

4. My thesis that given a reading of any old book, you can find there all you need to know, provided you think about what you have read plus implicit assumptions, implications, etc. Reading the complete works of the world is not necessary. Ref. https://noematics.blogspot.com/2009/10/recommended-reading.html

5. The butterfly effect.

6. Language as used and then looked up only leads to more words to look up, so the whole and even the exact may be never known, that world's being too big to get one's head 'round.

Contrary to all of this, which may be nothing at all to occupy one’s imagination, consider considering the macro and the micro. Each direction? leads to infinite discoveries, so comprehension or even conception of the whole is not possible.

So there we are, two cultures again? C. P. Snow's conclusion, if I remember correctly, the two, science and the arts, shall never meet, or map one to the other and vice versa. But such was his, and my, hope.

This is all nothing. Ignore this post and get back to work.

Monday, September 13, 2021

Consider the bower bird

Consider the bower bird as inspiration(?) for the scene Conchis paints for Nicholas, from _The Magus_ by John Fowles. I think a strong case can be made.
 
"When I was fifteen, I had what we would call today a nervous breakdown. Bruneau had been driving me too hard. I never had the least interest in games. I was a day boy, I had permission to concentrate on music. I never made any real friends at school. Perhaps because I was taken for a Jew. But the doctor said that when I recovered I would have to practice less and go out more often. I made a face. My father came back one day with an expensive book on birds. I could hardly tell the commonest birds apart, had never thought of doing so. But my father’s was an inspired guess. Lying in bed, looking at the stiff poses in the pictures, I began to want to see the living reality—and the only reality to begin with for me was the singing that I heard through my sickroom window. I came to birds through sound. Suddenly even the chirping of sparrows seemed mysterious. And the singing of birds I had heard a thousand times, thrushes, blackbirds in our garden, I heard as if I had never heard them before. Later in my life—ça sera pour un autre jour—birds led me into a very unusual experience.

"You see the child I was. Lazy, lonely, yes, very lonely. What is that word? A sissy. Talented in music, and in nothing else. And I was an only child, spoilt by my parents. As I entered my fourth luster, it became evident that I was not going to fulfill my early promise. Bruneau saw it first, and then I did. Though we tacitly agreed not to tell my parents, it was difficult for me to accept. Sixteen is a bad age at which to know one will never be a genius. But by then I was in love.

"I first saw Lily when she was fourteen, and I was a year older, soon after my breakdown. We lived in St. John’s Wood. In one of those small white mansions for successful merchants. You know them? A semi-circular drive. A portico. At the back was a long garden, at the end of it a little orchard, some six or seven overgrown apple and pear trees. Unkempt, but very green. Ombreux. I had a private 'house' under a lime tree. One day—June, a noble blue day, burning, clear, as they are here in Greece—I was reading a life of Chopin. I remember that exactly. You know at my age you recall the first twenty years far better than the second—or the third. I was reading and no doubt seeing myself as Chopin, and I had my new book on birds beside me. It is 1910.

"Suddenly I hear a noise on the other side of the brick wall which separates the garden of the next house from ours. This house is empty, so I am surprised. And then . . . a head appears. Cautiously. Like a mouse. It is the head of a young girl. I am half hidden in my bower, I am the last thing she sees, so I have time to examine her. Her head is in sunshine, a mass of pale blonde hair that falls behind her and out of sight. The sun is to the south, so that it is caught in her hair, in a cloud of light. I see her shadowed face, her dark eyes and her small half-opened inquisitive mouth. She is grave, timid, yet determined to be daring. She sees me. She stares at me for a moment in her shocked haze of light. She seems more erect, like a bird. I stand up in the entrance of my bower, still in shadow. We do not speak or smile. All the unspoken mysteries of puberty tremble in the air. I do not know why I cannot speak . . . and then a voice called. Li-ly! Li-ly!

"The spell was broken. And all my past was broken, too. Do you know that image from Seferis—'The broken pomegranate is full of stars'? It was like that. She disappeared, I sat down again, but to read was impossible."

Seems to me: The bower bird as creator of illusions to attract--tease and torment--Nicholas into becoming conscious of who he is, and who others are, in the drama of life and love on and off the island of Phraxos.
 
PS Art slips aside when confronted with the power of realities seen and felt?

Friday, August 13, 2021

And so forth

Regardless of the debates about the existence of a self or the self versus a construct we ourselves create in order to explain ourselves, we function as if there is such a thing, or person. I am aware that I am me and not someone else. On these foundations--a self that is me--including  traits or dispositions or thoughts or values, etc., we distinguish ourselves by working with the constellation of all these things to come up with decisions and actions, a life. 

Regardless of whether a particular synapse-connection occurs before or after conscious, that is intentional, choice, or will, we function with the illusion, if that is what it is, that we are in charge and making our own way in the world. The self stands ready or becomes identifiable at the moment of attending and following through on this or that. Have it either way. For everyday business in the living life that consensus reality holds and upholds our ego/self/person/personality/persuasions/perversions, etc. In short we get along, more or less well, in a my-/me-world.

My writings then are or seem to be evidence of my center of narrative gravity which I have manifested and promoted as a/my way to live in the world that I make and know. Is it really fair to inflict that "stuff" on readers as well as my complex of intentions (values?) I deem preferred?

Therefore, if only for this reason, I find my writing output more personal and not close to sometimes-clever much less artistic creations. I don't recommend. . . . It turns out that my efforts are more on the order of self-therapy and less other-oriented, regardless of prefaces or epilogues, other apologies, and so forth. And yours?

Tuesday, April 13, 2021

My way of--DRAFT

"Phenomenology studies conscious experience as experienced from the subjective or first person point of view."

Phenomenological Descriptive Analysis

To hold experience still in order to study it, it needs recording. For this discussion that would be a text. And to study that text, one also needs words to describe and analyze and comprehend selected, specific phenomena thought to be represented by and through the text. The result of study would thus be lost to the ether if not another text with (which to de-construct and understand). That secondary text, if produced with care, valid method, and sound foundations for description and analysis, we can call a phenomenological descriptive analysis.

Writing.

Writing is the act of one person recording streams of words on-/into a medium (e.g., paper, digital document, dictation recorder). Editing, proofreading, and formatting for greater ease of comprehension are also forms of writing.

All other albeit related activities are not, in this view, writing per se. Writing is not thinking about something without recording for a reader to access. It is not the spontaneous idea one must remember to be sure to include later. It is not following a writing process such as is taught in schools and colleges. It is not some aspect of the psychology of writing such as where or when one does it, associated rituals, choosing preferences for inscription method, promoting or marketing writing-as-product (e.g., article, book), and so forth.

Evidence of having written is a text someone can read.

Subjective view.

The standard points of view are three--the position of the speaker/narrator in relation to what is written. These reduce to "the subjective or first person point of view". A text in first person point of view is clearly within the boundary of conscious experience as experienced by _I_, the first person. A second person point of view is a first person speaking, thus their conscious experience captured as it were in process, verbatim, "I am speaking to you". Access to the second person is directly from and through the first person, the one that address an other. Third person is what a(ny) speaker/writer, a first person, holds in consciousness and represents as such to communicate to an audience such as a  reader.

Description.

Any text, simple or complex, answers the question of what is/was it like to experience something.

Text is a description of a phenomenon or phenomena. Phenomena as conscious-experience-as-experienced knows no bounds. However, a phenomenon contained in a larger text may be worth holding in consciousness and studying in order to comprehend, in the sense of completeness and understanding of what and how something is or was for the percipient-writer.

Text takes countless forms. Each can be seen as description. For example:
  • A letter of complaint describes a correspondent's experience and how an altered  state of that reality really would be better.
  • A poem presents images and sentiments and thoughts sharable among others through its construction and words--see what I see, feel what I feel, think what I think in this special way I have made it accessible for to you.
  • A personal memoir tells us what life was like at that time with me.
  • The company policy memorandum makes the case for or answers the question of how it would or should be in present and future experience.
  • A work of historical fiction describes how it could realistically have been in people's experience.
  • The peer reviewed scientific article describes what was done/experienced and how and what happened as a result, and what the meaning of the phenomenon might be--an invitation to experience along-with and consider for yourself (and perhaps a world however large or small).
A text can be in present tense, such as I am experiencing such and such about what I have in my focus now. It can be reflexive in that I am conscious that I am conscious of myself experiencing such and such. It can be reflective in the sense that this is how it was for me when I experienced that. Although there are refinements to this mirror-like reflecting self, in process versus at a point after having experienced, the nature of the text for all practical purposes is the basis for the description of the what and the how of experience.

A text taken as a whole is a description or an as-accurate-as-can-be image including feeling-tones and the like. Such may include other elements as narrative structure, chronology, attitude toward one or more parts of an experience, factual details, and so forth. And that whole is primary data to disclose or uncover an object or objects in consciousness--phenomena. The choices for which phenomena should be the subjects for analysis and description depends upon the need to fix more certain than in generalized fashion the understanding of same.

Meaning.

". . . [P]henomenology is the study of . . . appearances of things, or things as they appear in our experience, or the ways we experience things, thus the meanings things have in our experience."*

Integral to understanding meaning has to do with the structure and content of primary data word streams constituting the phenomenon, and this can only be known by a methodical taking apart and putting together what and how of the experience including considerations of whether or not the given data is comprehensive enough to reveal in clarity and fullness and boundaries of the phenomenon we would know and understand better. Structure refers to parts and how they interrelate in order to comprise the whole. Content refers to themes and qualities that are deemed to be essential to the understanding of the experience of the phenomenon.

To be continued.

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Sources.

* Stanford Encyclopedia Of Philosophy. 2021. Plato.Stanford.Edu. https://plato.stanford.edu.

"Phenomenology Online » Writing". 2021. Phenomenologyonline.Com. http://www.phenomenologyonline.com/inquiry/writing/.

** Illustration source. Husserl. (2021) Optionals IAS Mains Philosophy Phenomenology (Husserl)(History and Problems of Philosophy) Questions 1 to 1 - DoorstepTutor. Retrieved April 13, 2021, from https://www.doorsteptutor.com/Exams/IAS/Mains/Optional/Philosophy/Questions/Topic-History-and-Problems-of-Philosophy-0/Subtopic-Phenomenology-Husserl-6/Part-1.html

Saturday, February 13, 2021

A different breed


From "a Black Bitch" to "The Black Bullet" (God, what a fast runner), Ash continues residing here in Petrovice I with her shell-shocked owners. She continues to test the line between expulsion from and embrace into her adopted home, her savior being currently a no-nonsense Czech dog trainer who tames the beast for an hour a week, replenishing the chalice of our grace for another three days before she has exhausted patience and fifty percent of our hope. Still somewhat clueless about the terrorist in our midst and trying like hell to get up to speed also with help from the Czech dog trainer, we say, "Well, she might become civilized, if we can survive the first two years of puppy-through-puberty hell!"

This German shepherd dog (GSD) is indeed seriously different from our beloved golden retriever. We say to those skeptics who try to assert all dogs are just dogs, "You have no idea till you have one!" Fortunately, we the mystified are connected to other GSD owners who report the same, similar, and worse experiences growing through and along with their wild ones. YouTube University and books and whoever might have a word of encouragement are keeping us engaged and committed for the devoted, gentle adult Ash will be.

Time was back in November that we thought we had a cute mixed breed from some gypsy ghetto in Slovakia, but local authorities to 100 percent consensus here confirm, she is a German shepherd, and by the way the Ferrari model. (You don't just get to get in for a leisurely Sunday spin. You have to learn how to control and drive it first.)

Monday, June 29, 2020

Tautological twist--DRAFT 4 with Addendum

[Updated: 06.07.20]
All speech is political. Or, what any expression asks of us.
If we understand speech as "engaging in the creation and advocacy of realities through the invention, elaboration, or imposition of discourse,"* the term political does not constrain us in understanding that all speech is just that, political.

Why discourse and not all expression? Yes, why not, for an in-your-face expression in any form functions the same way. It is as if what one attends to, even if just to notice and move on, shouts: "Look at me, hear me, smell me, taste me, touch me, feel me . . . understand me, don't dismiss me, remember me, act as if you cared. . . ."

Thesis: Once one attends to that which has been expressed and before s/he fully re-cognizes the content or message, the invitation to discourse interaction completes the validity of the claim that all speech, that is expression, is political, having to do with power over an other.

Expression, in the broadest sense, imposes its presence to an attending percipient and at the same time attempts to colonize present awareness with itself and its import, if not more. Making this demand evidences inherent authority and power, even if the effect is the import's dismissal, or is it export's?

Now take the above paragraphs. In asserting what they do, they ask you to consider if not buy the explication. In form (words strung together) and content (meaning), we have a kind of co-incidence. As the meaning of the expression says all speech is political, the utterance by the nature of utterances (expression) at the same time says the same thing, or more accurately, enacts it.

Funny that that seems/is so, is it not? Reading, listening, viewing, etc., self proclaim--Pay Attention (at least).

One could say more about "all speech is political", for example what famous person first uttered this idea, what philosophical development it has had over the centuries, who were its historical or civic champions for belief in its truth or validity, why it should only obtain when matters of politics and government are concerned, and so forth; however, mere existence, ready-at-hand to be attended to, suffices to prove the simple self-evidency of what speech/expression is at the most fundamental, phenomenological level, of or having to do with the exertion of power and persuasion to achieve some effect on the percipient, or audience.

Now all this is a rabbit hole, or performative jumble. If what I assert in form is at the same time an example of what I assert in meaning (content), and such an explanation or description may be universally applied, then this perhaps is some kind of hermeneutic spiral to infinity, or  hall of mirrors with no end to seeing the same image reflected again and again up to and, by extension, beyond the horizon, or fruitless Sisyphusian conundrum. In sum, my thesis is a trivial pursuit most feel unnecessary to say or realize.

On the other hand, having gone to this depth of the reflexivity of expression, I would call this insight(?), an inescapable tautological twist, and as valid and "true" as any other defense of the opening assertion that better and brighter stars have argued.

So be it for now till a lighter, clearer day dawns, if I may speak with authority and do gently impose upon thee.
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* Brown, Richard Harvey, _Society as Text: Essays on Rhetoric, Reason, and Reality_, University of Chicago Press, 1987

ADDENDUM (29.07.20)

If you are reading this sentence and trying to take in what it says, you are being manipulated to do something the words intend for you to do.

Words, or any expression put out and available for readers and others to receive or perceive, have a minimum of two reasons for existence. 

+ One, to convey something--an idea, feeling, information, etc.

+ Two (as you are fulfilling the first reason for the words being there before you) the words themselves demand: "Look at me, hear me, smell me, taste me, touch me, feel me . . . understand me, don't dismiss me, remember me, act as if you cared. . . ."

Words (or other expressions (e.g., art installation) calling your attention) are a way "power is achieved and used", power being the core idea in the notion of politics or political.

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Why I am not a writer

The answer is complicated of course. In short, I'm a coward. Or perhaps more sensitively stated: I'm a co-operator, a conflict avoider, shy or reticent (either will do), chicken shit (marketing averse), people-pleaser, diaphanous jelly fish without poison to offend or defend, lacking in ego/testosterone and over flavorous edible fodder for alpha-types and competition freaks. Or maybe, just maybe, as one who loves to write and has lots of ideas on the burners or descriptive voyages under sail, too busy to pursue all of what it means to be a writer today, especially disagreement with what or how I have said/written something, which in the end is fluff . . . I don't have time or care.

So much self promotion, at least from my view as an expatriate living abroad, one who observes the pursuit of greed and gold and glory by those who write . . . mostly crap for a populist audience with little attention span beyond 140 characters, or some such byte for like and mis-quotation. Do I sound like a sore loser, or miscreant? I beg, rather claim decidedly not.

Writing first, if you must from some inner devil that won't let you have a complete and fully-satisfying day if no words have been recorded somewhere in or on a notebook, is a thankless pursuit. No one other than you must read you or what you have to say, which is the same thing. Paul Auster got it right--more than once--when he said no one is obligated to pick up and read your stuff. Therefore I write for no audience.
  •  What is it like to write for no audience, not even apparently for me? Paradox again--this piece is for some reader, I suspect, although it appears here as one entry in a storage place for almost finished pieces of my puzzle(-ment).
  • Writing for no audience is writing what is in consciousness now. Look neither forward nor back. It is a process, a self description--with all the voices, all possible topics--no inhibitions, no intent other than itself, a kind of being through what looks like a doing.
  • It could be stream of consciousness, a label. But labels are applied to something after having looked at it, a kind of analytical post scriptum, or description of what we have come to see or know as it is on its own. But writing for no audience is not intended or a purposeful art. It is more like art for art's sake, sans even that label. It may be what is done. But who knows or cares if process-now writing has no audience?
  • Writing for an audience is to have something to say to share. Writing for no audience is therapy? recreation? re-creation? an outlet for what un-articulated things may be brewing in the great stew of the soul's manifesting? a way to let me become? the playground of conflicting selves where we can work through and then stop and move beyond. So with nothing but all of that license, there is no audience, no aim I want you--you, you, and you-me--to get.
  • Does this writing matter? Silly question. Only to do it when the up-welling needs to have a place to go--and then that purpose may be too Western, too serious, too task driven, obligatory.
  • When does it take place? Anytime, anywhere. But empty Chinese restaurants in towns I visit--where I am unknown--are my favored places. (You-other will have to sort out your where.) I like it when the family is eating and talking at their own table before other guests arrive.
  • What is it like? It is pleasure. It is affirmingly being, my being alive and here. It is flexing and discovering. It is asking questions and writing to learn the answers. It is filling a notebook, a record of the good times and bad, where I have been and when. For asking and trying to answer why questions.
  • Will I read all that stuff? Maybe. When I am old and wear purple and sit in front of the fire, scanning then burning--so no one will have evidence of my having been here--except their memories should they have at some time met me of spent a little time "trying to get to know".
  • Writing for no audience with only what flows out as the something-to-say is like touching my self to make sure--to pinch myself and respond. It is for no other--not him or her or them, not for me sometime-when. But for now. Moments to hold before they're all gone. Moments to treasure and count up the riches now. Moments to let go of--after their clear acknowledgment. Moments to hope for should life surprise me with being as I would have it. We are such stuff as dreams are made of--you know the rest.
  • And when I put my pen down, I close my notebook and relish that home cooked meal in silence, wondering if the Chinese food is so beloved because of nature or nurture. If my writing for no audience were to speak aloud, s/he would say the answer is like all things--apparently, probably, sometimes, mostly--it is a little of all. And that as answer will have to suffice until the next time I think about and want to sort through the dustbin of my living.
  • My writing is about what it says it is about, that as ambiguous as that is and then some. I suspect the sum is a whole, of a piece, and nothing. It is about a life trying to affirm itself as it tries to erase the trace of self which is of little account in the world of measured things. It is every time with every word the flicker of that flame before it goes out, or is given another moment to shine its light for someone, somewhere, somehow . . . if even that. Silence.
Well, well enough said. That, most of the above, was true in 2000. Except the coward part. That has its first articulation here. I'm not sure the rest is as true today. Consider this imperfect draft of things as they are or appear to be, which is the same thing.

The act of writing--your pen moving on paper, fingers performing  QWERTY sonatas--AND all the other stuff, not limited to querying publishers, paying agents, membering in associations, pitching, forcing excretion of hype copy, contracting for cover designs . . . I land on the first side of the equation, all the stuff you do to get to there, I have said it without any interruptions or distractions, most importantly the distractions of getting others to read your stuff. That is not where it is at, for me doing the essential task--producing words in sequence to produce unified and coherent wholes to fix 'em still so's I can contemplate true or not, or to just let them out 'cause the world as participation in physical realities is just too tragic and malevolent to spend much time there, except in a Chinese restaurant with crunchy fortune cookies, at least two, with uplifting bytes you know will never come true but bring smiles or a nod of assent and you say, "Yeah, that one's got it pretty much right."

Now back to work.

Addendum (15.08.20)

Dated 09/01/2014

Honesty in writing.

I write safely. That is, I do not reveal in journals or other places what I truly feel, have thought or done. I steer clear of things that "accidental" readers might judge me for, things like indiscretions, how I really feel about so-called sins or things not in accord with major views, etc. So, what you get, if there is a you, is something akin to how I would like to be seen. There are secrets of the heart and past deeds I would rather people not know about. This might change . . . the nature of a subject might dictate otherwise at some point, or "the truth" might be hidden in fiction's coverlets.

Addendum (15.08.20)

From 28 January 2014

Before this day is done, I note that writing so-called fiction absorbs me--now that I have started from a singular image and then let 'er rip. The other way was to fully visualize the story and scenes and characters, etc., whatever etc. happened to be. This time the story unfolds on its own. I don't know where it is going. The fully conceptualized and visualized was exciting for just these two processes, but then writing it out took away the fun, the involvement. I knew where it all was supposed to go and how. This latter approach has me in the story as if I am reading and discovering the plot, conflicts, characters, and so forth. I seem to have more energy and interest in proceeding, because I don't know what is going to happen or where it will end up. Fascinating. I hope the evolutionary will be revolutionary, to take me to another level and restore my confidence in what is inside and what I can uncover and/or create.

Addendum (15.08.20)

From 03 February 2014

so i will do what i can to put myself in a place where no one can hurt me...into my writing, it is happy and safe there, a different world to live in...that is why i like it, a place to forget the pain

Sunday, June 7, 2020

The poem that I wrote*

On Sunday, November 24, 2019.

This is the poem I wrote the other evening that you asked about. Before reading, you need to know it is part of a novel or drama I am working on about a character, Johnnie Passnstyle. The writing I am doing is like a novel and like a play.

So there is a cast of characters plus a narrator, a kind of chorus figure, in this case a kind of genderless voice. This person stands apart from the others on stage and tells a story, makes comments, introduces action, etc., like in Greek plays and in Shakespeare. Below the poem in its final form plus a kind of translation of the ideas.

[the poem begins]

Unenviable me--my cry of woe--
a choral voice no words to sow.
Without words direct from others?
S/he, that is me, left with druthers.
No wise insights to impart,
from stories! that'd be their start.
Time has passed and passes now,
like waves wash'd against life's prow.

Seasons come and seasons go:
We know not what we would know.

Enviable I, the Winter's Tale, its choral voice,
could accelerate time anon apace.
I would try such a narrative trick
and eclipse my dear heroine's shtick.
But only she can say what went and passed,
so better that I this ditty leave--at last.
I yield the stage to our only sage.
Johnnie's words let this story wage.

[end of poem]

This is translation, but the poem itself is better and more than this.

Unenviable me--my cry of woe--
[I feel sorry for me. I am complaining.]

a choral voice no words to sow.
[I am like a narrator with no words to say.]

Without words direct from others?
[I ask the question about not having words from other people.]

S/he, that is me, left with druthers.
[Without those words, I, genderless, have only my preferences about what to say.]

No wise insights to impart,
[I have nothing wise to say or teach.]

from stories! that'd be their start.
[It is from experience or stories we hear, that is how one gets something to say.]

Time has passed and passes now,
[Time goes on.]

like waves wash'd against life's prow.
[Life is like a boat at sea with waves that bump against the front of it.]

Seasons come and seasons go:
[More time passes now measured in seasons.]

We know not what we would know.
[And still we have nothing to say, or do not know what to say . . .]

Enviable I, the Winter's Tale, its choral voice,
[I am envious of the narrator (chorus) in Shakespeare's Winter's Tale.]

could accelerate time anon apace.
[He or she could speed up the narrative by summarizing details.]

I would try such a narrative trick
[If I could, I would try the same trick in storytelling.]

and eclipse my dear heroine's shtick.
[I would do this by shortening what my heroine has to say, or summarize what has happened that we didn't see or hear on stage. Her shtick (Yiddish) is her story that is very familiar to her to re-tell.]

'We meet not others along life's way but ourselves.'

But only she can say what went and passed,
[Only she is able to say what happened to her.]

so better that I this ditty leave--at last.
[So I had better stop my little song, this poem--it must be boring for you.]

I yield the stage to our only sage.
[I am stopping, will leave the stage of this play, and will give it to the only one who can speak with authority.]

Johnnie's words let this story wage.
[Let her, Johnnie, use her power to struggle to tell the story in her words.]

At this point the novel-drama of Johnnie Passnstyle continues in the heroine's words and in verbatim conversations that she is able to recall, and report, exactly (a talent she has).

_____
* Also posted on Passnstyle' blog.

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Watch out! or

What to communicate:
Revised: 25.06.20

Is it true, kind, and necessary?

What is true a speaker discerns to be so using the most accurate, if not the best, way of saying it. What is true is the speaker's own, even though that truth is not the Truth--and s/he knows it.

Kind or not is the speaker's intention measured by the recipient.

The speaker intends that the addressed know what is in, or on, the speaker's mind. With such earnestness, the intent is kind in being "helpful" and specifically addressed to the other(s).

How this truth is packaged and transferred may be kind or not depending upon how well the speaker anticipates the recipient's receptivity to that selected for communication.* It may also be kind in terms of whatever the recipient brings to the act of understanding message and intent.

Some niche of care on the speaker's part motivates communication to someone, and likewise on the recipient's part to hear, that is to comprehend (anything) from that speaker.**

However, there is no necessity to communicate anything to anyone except to shout, "Watch out!"*** Or perhaps, "MYOB."****

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* Ref. George Herbert Mead.
** Ref. Martin Heidigger.
*** Ref. LLL  philosophical precept first articulated by a Little oL' Lady, forgot her name, and later documented by the Live and Let Live school of omni-acceptance.
**** Mind Your Own Business  (and I'll mind mine). Ref. George Carlin, among many others, but still not many enough.

Saturday, April 25, 2020

The Muse had her muse*

"The door was locked, the key buried in the earth."
As she turned the key over and over in her hands--

If--
it was to the closed garden,
she could see inside,
it was different from other places,
she liked it;

Then--
she would shut the door behind her,
make up some play of her own,
play it quite alone,
could go there every day;

Because--
it had been shut up so long,
she wanted to see it,
nobody would ever know where she was,
the thought of all that pleased her very much.

(Not a child to ask permission or consult.)
_____
* Inspired by _The Secret Garden_, Frances Hodgson Burnett, Capter VIII, The Robin Who Showed the Way

Saturday, March 28, 2020

Socialism redux, DRAFT

The secular doctrine I have and advocate is to elevate beliefs and opinions with refereed, evidence-based information and knowledge in a process of civic dialogue. (The only religious doctrine is to live and let live.) Thus two with different opinions can then develop together a shared reality on which to base action and policy, the participants, of course, remaining open to further refereed, evidence-based information and knowledge--research--and the willingness to not compromise relationship in the process.
Writing and reading is an app for change.
Otherwise, one tries to convince the other with biased garbage and rhetorical diversions. This is a waste of time and hot air. "Well, in my experience, etc." Hogwash. Your experience (reading or otherwise) cannot be replicated for an-other to a degree that it will bring them to agreement with you--a strategy proven it does not work.

To take some point of possible disagreement (a button someone else pushed for you ) and follow it through the rabbit hole to get at refereed, evidence-based information and knowledge resulting in a shared reality takes effort and bracketing what one already "knows" and believes. Difficult stuff, but sometimes worth trying if the issue is important to the parties.

So for the moment, subsequent to the prior post, the only one I think important for a brief introduction is socialism. (The Green New Deal is akin to this, but must remain separate so that we don't get too confused.) Further to my own experience, which I have related previously here with regard to socialized healthcare, let's take the bailout of US farmers, or most recently big business such as the airlines. Isn't subsidizing banks and airlines socialism? a form of state participation in ownership? The guy who holds the promissory note is the real owner. (You don't own your house, for example, if you have a loan against it.) And if the subsidy is not a loan, well that is the owner putting more capital into the business. (More capital by the way that does not come from the beneficiaries of the business, but that is another story the short version of which is big brother issues to a selected business for our collective benefit. Sounds like a more extreme form of socialism when considered in this way.)

Social Security: socialism in that the government pays me more than I put in for my retirement. I live on that, on the beneficence of the state, and if taken away, I am homeless and in this day/age unemployable. What to do? Keep Social Security. Don't mess with it. I like this socialism as do all those on the benefits side of the program.

Americans if covered by health insurance are subject to the whims of those who hold the purse open or closed for payment in time of needed care. The big brother insurance company holds your very  life hostage to their ways of protecting and increasing profits to their owners/shareholders, not to mention their top executives.

The profit motive in the matter of health and medical care is inappropriate, 'cause health is the primary duty of life, and sometimes we all need some help. From where if not from big brothers? The Affordable Health Care Act is socialist measure that still protects the other big brother, insurance companies, as it asks those who can pay must. We have our cake and eat it too, but the taste for some causes some wince because of a label misapplied, socialism.

No, no. It is not the individual's choice to get sick and his or her responsibility to have acquired the resources necessary today to get well. Is there any one person you can think of who is justifiably "disabled" such that acquiring the resources to get well accident/illness strikes is just not in the cards, never was, and not in any way realistic? Deny reality to any degree and it might come back and bite you, and you'll have to go to the hospital for wincing or whatever sometime in your life. This is just a conjecture I admit, but in my experience true more often than not.

I believe America lives on bits and pieces of socialism and its cruel adversary, bad capitalism. Bad capitalism is the current state of our i-culture. Capitalism is bad when no money is left on the table for the next owner, and there is no room any longer for being a good corporate citizen, and, worse, not knowing the health and environmental effects of your new product or service before release to the consumer, or the world.

I invite refutation in whole or in part. Remember to bring refereed, evidence-based information and knowledge so that we can discuss in civil fashion with a view toward shared reality and the responsibilities we together will have to take with any of our future actions or policies. Decisive action and policies stick till consequence trickle down and are felt for good or bad, although money doesn't seem to down. Why is that?

Friday, February 28, 2020

So interesting, disappointing . . . a waste of our time

So interesting . . . but the writing you* sent me has no attribution/source other than you got it from a relative. So, what to say. Well, here is two cents.

The writing states: "Bernie married his college sweetheart, Deborah Shilling, and spent his small inheritance on a summer home in Vermont on 85 acres.  The shack had a dirt floor and no electricity, maintaining his proletariat credibility, but not impressing his new bride.  He refused to get a steady job, so his wife didn’t stick around long, divorced after 18 months."

According to the usual online sources

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernie_Sanders#Personal_life

and

https://www.biography.com/political-figure/bernie-sanders

whether they divorced 18 months or two years after marriage is unclear, tending toward the time being two years. Suspicions arise.

But no matter. Here is the real giveaway, except for the most obvious--see last sentences of the piece.

His choice of summer property was a cause for "un-impressing" his new bride, AND he didn't get a job--So she left. Seems like pure conjecture, unless it can be substantiated.

So judging for myself, interesting article/writing, but I wouldn't bet on anything being True until proven with documentation and the identity of who is writing this stuff, where published, date, etc.

As for the most commonly checked online sources, Bernie is all about his politics and political career, and how great, etc.

Sounds a little bit like Mayor Pete's Wikipedia profile, put up and maintained by him/his campaign, although avowed by them, "It's not so!" However the metadata for a recently uploaded, then deleted, photo of him, told the tale. Came from him or his campaign.

So who can you believe?

Today I vote for Edward Abbey. His piece on rednecks worth more than the political crap we are subjected to, so that we waste our time debating stuff like I have gotten into above. Our candidates are the best we have to offer? Give me a break. I vote for the likes of Edward Abbey.

Alternatively, your bringing this writing about Bernie to my attention has provided today's writing/research exercise, which I am very much thankful for.

Best,
kevin

PS The first three pages of a Google search on

"In all her years in congress Elizabeth Warren introduced 110 bills.  2 passed."

produced no reputable source for this article--all people, including at least one from China, posting and re-posting a decidedly suspect (opinionated) text from an unknown source.

PPS Oh, this is priceless; I didn't get it at first. "Bernie’s past, including a brief stint living in a kibbutz in Israel is cloaked in secrecy. (It worked for B Hussein.)" A reference to our former president suggesting there was a cover-up, etc., about his biography, birthplace, etc. Opinion/conspiracy!

No . . .I have drawn my own CONCLUSION--the article on Bernie on the face of it is not credible.

PPPS Example of just one of the places where you can find this article (and waste(?) your time), an article purportedly a "contribution to public/civic discourse" circulating for probably for over a year by my best guesstimate.

https://www.ini-world-report.org/2020/02/18/who-is-bernie-sanders/

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* From a friend who sent me a copy of the contribution, which can be seen via the link just above.

Sunday, July 28, 2019

Headlines and teasers, their effects

[Yes. After consideration and no space to just place stuff, here we go again . . . I re-framed why I shut this thing down exactly two years ago.]

from Hyperallergic Weekend, July 28, 2019, with >>s

In Praise of Painting's Ambiguity: The literalism of 1960s Formalism has been replaced by an insistence on the factual, which leaves little room for the imagination or for speculation.
John Yau

 >>The factual is always and everywhere provocation to imagine and speculate.

The Defiant Undercurrents of Feminine Art: While many of Julia Kuhl’s paintings are funny and provocative others are more troubling, alluding to the ways women’s personal, professional, and sexual boundaries often go broadly unacknowledged.
Megan N. Liberty

>>And how would a painting allude if not only through an interpretation? Let me see/decide for myself. Key-tag for visual scrutiny, _boundary_.

Our Love for Fetishes: Sculptor Margaret Wharton and painter Issy Wood are both open to the irrational currents flowing through our lives.
John Yau

>>How much like me would they, or their works, be? Or if flowing through (all) our lives, what's the big deal?

A Curator's Perspective on Davide Sorrenti's Fashion Photography: The photographer captured the currents of hip hop, skater, grunge, and rave culture that flourished in downtown Manhattan in the 1990s.
Nicole Miller

>>Only voyeurs who wish to expand their breadth of visual coup count need peep.

An Unlikely Marriage of Science and Art: In the hate-convulsed worldscape of today, Heather Dewey-Hagborg proposes oxytocin as that long looked-for potion: The Love Drug.
Anthony Haden-Guest

>>The differences in responses to "different types" of oxytocin among males and females suggests Heather may not be onto something, at least as far as males are concerned. And she can't be suggesting we have more amourous females than males running around. What images come to mind with that solution to the hate-convulsed worldscape? Okay, many if not most males are so easily distracted. But after the post-coital smoke? er vape? What then?

Jamila Woods and Her Ancestral Spirits: Woods’s new album Legacy! Legacy! is framed by the presence of a larger community — the enacted community of choir singing and an imagined community of Black artists.
Lucas Fagen

 >>How present, or large, can "a larger community" be if confined to a choir, much less combined with an imagined group of whatever sort? Read, or dismiss for lack of coherence.

Dora Maar, More than a Surrealist Muse: The Centre Pompidou’s Dora Maar honors Picasso’s famous muse for the pivotal part she clearly, and often daringly, played in the establishment of the European avant-garde.
Eileen G'Sell

>>An almost unknown--to me--muse had a pivotal part to play and I am just now re-minded of her name? Bold claims for establishing if even partly something pan-european . . . I should have been aware . . . 

Monday, July 10, 2017

Shut this blog down

The two novels, A Puma in the Tree and A Penny Drops, written over a three year period, show remarkable similarities such that I should revisit several questions as to themes and origins, these now in some conflict with earlier assertions.

Each novel features a heterosexual male around thirty obsessed with reflecting on past and just-passed events or interchanges, thereby convincing himself he has become more aware, maybe enlightened--he thinks so because of "discovered," quasi-touchstone principles he articulates not as well as the first or famous who did so. The distant past does not figure in retrospections except to suggest each "hero" should take a more careful look to see what if anything is really there to deal with, or that figures in who he is now.

The protagonists encounter in the course of their days people, mostly women, who intrigue and interest them, finding in the end that the most human among the women is the logical choice for deeper involvement. They, our heroes, abandon, for the most part, contacts with friends and girlfriends. Each is both predator and predatee and can't decide what or who to blame for acts and impulses they feel. Each suspects hormones, or whatever other physiological chimera to point to as excuse for never-outrageous yet to each extraordinary moments.

Each protagonist is drawn to beauty in people and places but they reveal little of their own attractiveness that others seem to find in them. Each thinks his some measure of sweeter-than-thou kindness, un-realistic openness and restraint, and hyper-protestant earnestness will save him, and the world? but salvation from what they don't seem to know. Each is subject to emotional setbacks, but return to persist in moral-like behavior without religious affiliation or other anchor.

Both characters find themselves in featureless rural towns in the western U.S. as newcomers starting again. They are prone to make observations about people and places that over time must be revised. Although work or career figure into plot progression, the stories are more about working through relationships and discovering each's identity. The importance of friendship and older, more experienced characters figure in both accounts. Eating and drinking at bars and restaurants provide settings for forgetting, avoiding, and superficial connecting. Each describes what he sees in details corresponding to needs and wants, including limitations because of age and stage of life. There is little notice or judgment as to gender or race or other demographic characteristics. Also, there is no violence or unpleasant character that the protagonists need encounter.

The titles for each work are telling in the use of the indefinite pronoun. Thus the tentative nature of things, uncertainties, unknowns pervade life as each character lives it. People somehow struggle through, evidentially revealing their essential goodness, and that is a foundation for acceptance and love to be valued in the end.

Enough already--thus to say in effect the two books are more the same than different. The experiment to create a second novel different from the first has failed, although one story might be more literary than the other (meta-fictional), or more interesting to follow the short journey to its conclusion (testosterone drives choice among three or four mate-material candidates).

This blog has been to sort me out. At the outset, I left that to the reader, should there be one, thinking that if interested:
Here is a bunch of stuff. People are complex. Now, see if you can get a picture of who is talking here. I hope you find in the process something interesting or entertaining or both. Or, please agree or disagree with me.
As evidence for sorting myself out, given that I gave the time and focus to what I have posted thus far, this post could be along the lines of,
Hey, I figured something out, that the so-called novels I was playing with also during this process, artificial things that they are, are just stories from flow states, or the recorded up-wellings from somewhere inside me. End of story and stories. They are as reflections or propaganda, not what I would have had them be, things outside myself to hold up and contemplate. Works of an impersonal nature, not reflections of my deeper self. 
I was wrong.

Writing for no audience proves instructive again. I am okay having come this far, but there is yet something more to be learned, and harder work to be done . . . to create and discover a truth or two without artifice.

In view of this milestone, it will be soon time to shut this blog down and let the next project take me to, please, a different and less navel-gazing posture.

Yet, it's been fun and challenging.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Danny, the true(?) fragment

One has good fortune if in earnest s/he catches refreshment from the font of imagination now and again issuing forth from dream-like states that insist, "Hey this is pretty good. Record and develop it."

This appears to be that from August 2010. Did I write this? if so, why did I abandon it? Seems promising now, including some of the wording. Evocative I would say, and with enough story paths to take with any of the characters named. It is a document called Danny.

Or did I copy it from somewhere and thus not really creative. I don't think so. I had to go through and correct typo-mistakes, signaling to me that I must have been writing and stopped.

If I am in error, enlighten me.
George, Danny's father, was the culprit, but no one except him knew that, although he has long since passed, and not that he had the  intelligence of what he did when he left Danny there. Danny became a foundling, and George made him so by setting him as a babe of ten days in that bush on the dogcart road between upper Sesson and Sesson proper on an early October morning. Once he assured himself that Danny was wrapped tightly against the cool morning air, George plodded off without so much as a kiss or wave good-bye. He disappeared like the morning dew, and no one saw him again, and we don't know what became of him.
George was indeed a plodding sort. A bit slow, some thought. Stubborn, his brother later said, and sufficiently alienated from his young wife and neighbors as to be almost invisible. No one missed him except Mary, at first, that is, for he was her lifeline to the world outside the house. She was a shut-in, as the locals described her. For her it was dread of the world and all she knew about it, which wasn't much.
We can think of George as having made a decision and carrying out his own disappearance and effectively Danny's and leaving others to sort out any complications. But as things were, the complications were few, the consequences great if measure we could.
Just after the disappearances, people in upper Sesson talked, which means they created plausible causes, conjectures really: that George stole Danny and left for another woman and mother; that he killed himself and the boy out of idiocy and desperation, life not being very interesting or tolerable with a wife like Mary; that George's relatives came and whisked him and the boy away deeming the life of a shut-in was contagious and that would be no way for the boys to live out their days. Other stories arose and fell with the wavering interest in things unexplained, but as with other events not fed by a few facts or creative gossip, the disappearance of son and father soon ceased to take up the time of the village gossips; and life returned to near normal, that is to the rhythm of uneventful lives being carried out by rote and resignation.
And why didn't upper Sesson folks take notice when Lara and Johan in Sesson proper began showing off their newborn son? In short, the Sesson's intelligentsia didn't talk, and Lara's claim of hardly showing during her pregnancy, plus Kathy, the midwife's verification of "a spotless delivery" where she did little more than counsel and advise the new parents of what to do in the first days after birth, well, there seemed to be little to notice, less to talk about. The proud parents went from childless to a threesome in a flash and each counted as blessing and a miracle that Danny, now Fitch, had figured in what God had intended by the holy sacrament of matrimony.
His Mother
Mary was always a kind and quiet girl, and when she married the village dolt, few, except her parents, commented. Comment. Seems too benign a word. Mary's parents accepted their daughter's choice of saving and educating her husband, but they never shut up about how stupid it was. It was a comment never far from the nicety of greeting that forever s
Sally was simple.
Mary

Monday, April 3, 2017

Xewr8f&s32@u#ru#a2ha Ha ha!

UPPDATE, 04.07.17

Here is another in the same genre. Who knows? Maybe Mailik is back under a new name?

[begin message]

From: toson tamara
I am very sorry to disturb you with my little problem. But I hope that you will understand to help me as fast and as possible.
  Right now I am house arrested and I am being house arrested for 2 years due to some slight misunderstanding that I had with the former company where I used to work. So I cannot currently do anything on my own because I have 2 police men who are custodying me here in my house. So even if I have to go to the toilet there is one of them who is always standing near by me. This is exactly why I need your help Mr. because I have some documents that I deposited into a security company here in London/UK about 3 years ago and this documents are holding a transfer worth of 4.6 million british pounds. All I want you to do for me is to assist me in clearing this documents from the security company as my beneficiary or next of kin so that the lock box that these documents are in can get delivered to you there in your country on my behalf. I will write to the security company as soon as I get your reply to notify them that you are to clear this lock box on my behalf as my beneficiary. So as soon as the delivery of the box commences to you I will get a suitable lawyer who will accompany the delivery of these documents to you, so together you and him will clear the transfer of the 4.6 million dollars into an account there in your country. And after I will continue with the purchasing of your property as I said. This lock box that is containing the documents has a security code that opens it I will give the codes to you as soon as the delivery of the lock box commences to you.
    I was not supposed to be able to write this email or use anything that has the access of the internet but because I have one of these 2 police men who are custodying me here in my house as a friend. He understands me and gave me this idea, he is standing next to me right now as I write to you. I am writing to you because I like your property and also would prefer to leave this country as soon as everything is rectified with your assistance. I am originally from Austria but I have lived most of my life here in England. I wrote to 4 other house owners wish I was also interested in but you were the only person that replied to my message so I hope that you can be able to help me. 10 percent of this 4.6 million british pounds is going to be for you because of your help assistance. So please I need you to understand me and try to help me as soon as possible. I will be most grateful...

[end message]

My response was to have him write in German, which he did, and then the messages stopped.

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In 1995, computing students at the university where I was teaching had a field day discussing a letter that came from someone in Nigeria promising a fee if the recipient could help "the poor soul" move money out of that country. The letter failed some credibility criterion--I don't recall what it was but it was surely contained, then as now, within a very careful reading of text. Over twenty years later, the phishers in Nigeria(?) are still at it, only the appeal to heartstrings has changed to the plight of refugees trying to take a nest egg out of Syria.

As a part of appearing legitimate, a phisher recently sent me this image of his I. D., which was attached to his(?) email message. Does it convince you?*

Phishing ID Specimen
Here is the letter. You might receive something like this. If so, suggest you ignore and delete, although some study of the pitch and any "evidence" to establish credibility, such as the above image, would be well worth the time.

[begin message, not the original formatting]

Greetings my dear,  
How are you and your family today, I pray you are all safe and good?
I thank you for your response to my mail on your property? which i am interested in, i read the details of your  property? and i like it and i am ready to pay for it on your Said price. I am Contacting you in great confidence hoping that you are a very reliable and trustworthy person and therefore would be helpful to me.
My name is Dr.Abdal Malik, a Medical Doctor by profession / volunteer and a member of the Red Cross, I am from Syria. I contacted you because of the sanctions imposed by the United States and the European Union, Which prevent us from Securing our financial transaction here.
I have the sum of 2.7 million euros Which I discovered in my brother's save ground, my late brother Mizrahi Abdal, who was killed in the al-Omari Mosque Massacre. He was a very successful contractor in Kuwaiti Oil city and was privately dealing on gold dust and bars before his untimely death.
The ongoing civil unrest in my country Syria have changed my future and if we come to a concrete agreement i will send the money to you for safe keeping till i make my way and come to meet you in your country very soon, i will need the  property? and that is why i contacted you, please help me to achieve achievement this.
I will give you 15% of the total money (2.7million euros) for your assistance / participation. I hope I am been fair on this deal.
Where i am now we can only communicate through the Red Cross communication facilities which only permits me to send emails and we can not make phone calls now because no network at Bab al salaam area since it what blocked by the government.
Please if you are interested in helping me in this transaction i will give to you the complete details you need for us to carry out this transaction successfully. I have a very good means of sending the money out of Syria to your country with the help of a red cross jet that brings relief materials from Europe. Please, you are in a position to help me start a new life. I have already lost my wife and my 12 year old daughter in the chemical attack when i went to work to save the lives of other people. Please my life is in danger in the hands of Asaad military and ISIS terrorist.
I would owe you my life if you help me. I wait for your fast response so i can give you further details upon hearing from you. Please reserve the  property? for me and consider my request for our mutual benefit and life ahead.
Best Regards
Dr.Abdal Malik

[end message]

Am I an alarmist? I think not. Do a search on these keywords--phishing scam Syria--and you will, for example, omit address and phone number from your email signature . . . among other things.

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* Comments on the phishing I. D. image above.

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 (Key to decryption included--request if not obvious.)

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