Satan, Lucifer, the Devil subsists in the orthogonal component of god; more simply, Satan is the shadow of god. God is the abyss Satan gazes long into… God is a superposition of oblivion.
no need to wonder “What’s after?”
After, after, after–and now
The scribble is mine, the printed words are not. I picked up a poetry pamphlet by the door of a coffee house printed with pseudo-gnomic stanzas of which the above is one. The abyss always echos Nietzsche, Nietzsche, Nietzsche…
Posted in I am a camera, proof of life, Selfie, Sunday Selfie, Talking to myself letting you listen, Thought Balloon
Tagged abyss, God, Lucifer, Nietzsche, orthogonal, Satan, Selfie, superposition, the Devil
I got a new t-shirt. Mrs. Dr. Omed snapped the pic.
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Tagged Sunday Selfie, Superb Owl
Mrs. Dr. Omed and I attended the No Kings rally and march in downtown Louisville, Kentucky. I got the shirt at the rally. I saw it, and thought, Who ya gonna call? Icebusters! There was also a No Kings event on Frankfort Ave., also with a good turnout, so Louisville was well represented. Not to get all biblical on you, pilgrims and seekers, but I think it important to step out and bear witness against tyrants, whatever comes next.
Our march was safe, no police, no ICE thugs in sight. No one was gassed or beaten or shot, as has already happened in Minneapolis and elsewhere. I’ve been to a protest where the police rioted and tear gas was shot into the crowd. Yesterday in Louisville the only risk was to be counted as an enemy of the regime, maybe surveilled and identified. But it wasn’t a lark. The risks increase and the odds get higher every day whether you come out to be counted or stay home.
As was first sung in Harlan County, Kentucky: “Which side are you on?” Don’t make the choice; you are choosing the wrong side.
Posted in I am a camera, Not A Selfie, Politics, proof of life, Sunday Selfie
I walked a bit over a mile in Cherokee Park, Louisville this morning as the sun rose behind clouds and rain. I’m still rehabbing from my knee replacements (left knee on May 10, right on September 15). I walked over 4 miles in Iroquois Park Monday before last, but I was wrecked for two days after, so I’m dialing back a bit. I’m doing better than many people do at this point, I have good range of motion, can walk, drive, get up and down stairs, get my pants on without sitting down, and so forth, but I still have some pain, and get fatigued. The goal is still walking the Camino as a pilgrim from the Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela, and then to Finisterre. So, I keep walking the path.
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Tagged Autumn, Camino, Cherokee Park, Fall, Finisterre, Footsie, Iroquois Park, Louisville, Octember, pilgrim, pilgrimage, Santiago de Compostela, walking
A long time ago, when I was on a five hammer #manic high, I named all my fingers, and gave them hats.
Left Hand
Thumb: Baelzebub; wears a papal tiara or a beaver hat.
Index Finger: Martin Luther; wears a Klansman’s dunce cap, or a
sheriff’s Stetson.
Middle Finger: Motown; wears a black beret or a white top hat.
Ring Finger: Shep; wears a pork pie hat, or a Dodgers’ ball cap.
Pinkie: Aristotle; wears a crown of bay, or an old straw hat.
Right Hand
Thumb: Erasmus; wears a turban, or a kepi.
Index Finger: Darwin; wears a red fireman’s helmet, or an Indian
chief’s headdress.
Middle Finger: Moses; wears a leather biker’s cap, or a Shriner’s hat.
Ring Finger: Sappho; a leopard skin pillbox, or a bowler hat.
Pinkie: Sisyphus; a football helmet or a yarmulke.
Reading a little fragment of Sappho bumped the memory of my fingers, their names and hats, since Sappho is the name of my right ring finger.
The Sappho fragment (quoted by Hephaestion as an example of meter):
Δέδυκε μεν ἀ σελάννα
καὶ Πληΐαδεσ, μέσαι δὲ
νύκτεσ πάρα δ᾽ ἔρχετ᾽ ὤρα,
ἔγω δὲ μόνα κατεύδω
Here’s my minimalist “translation”:
The moon set, and the Pleiades; midnight, time goes on, I lie alone.
Got fingers on my mind; At 67, I have arthritis in all my fingers. Sappho (right ring) is growing crooked with a little knob on the knuckle bone. Martin Luther (left index) has unlovely bumps called mucous cysts, caused by the arthritis, sprouting from the distal joint. I’m having surgery to have the cysts removed next Wednesday.
The bony knob on Sappho is called a Bouchard’s node. I wonder if I can get arthroplasty (a joint replacement). I’ll end up a Struldbrugg if I live long enough. Dean Swift is laughing.
Posted in Poetry, proof of life
Tagged arthritis, arthroplasty, Bouchard's node, hands, hats, Jonathan Swift, Mania, Sappho, Struldbrugg
On a recent trip to Denver, I walked up and down the streets and alleys, and enjoyed beaucoups of graffiti, wall murals, and other street art. Among other motifs, I encountered a veritable stare, a silence of owls, if those are proper terms of venery for a bunch of owls. The owl in the selfie was painted on the side of a tortilla factory on 25th and Larimer, across the street from one of many temporary places of abode I inhabited in the bad ol’ good ol’ days in not so much the city of broken dreams as the city of the brown cloud of art fuckery.
Also, today is the Day of Superb Owl. I understand there is a sports ball game played this evening, but since it does not involve owls I leave to it those who enjoy that sort of thing. I’ll be posting owls.
Another Owlie:
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Tagged art, Denver, graffiti, Grafitti, mural art, owls, street art, Superb Owl
Dr. Omed's Tent Show Revival 