Wednesday, August 15, 2018

allays 1000 - 1005

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


Well I never did get paid for five paychecks (ten weeks) worth of freelance writing, so its off to finding another freelance job or – even better – taking the next step up the ladder of life. We win when we convert our stumbling blocks to stepping stones. This fall . -beginning next Monday, schoolwise) means getting Natalie on the bus at 630 a.m. and off the bus at 2:50 p.m. – parenting the kids after that till their bedtime at 9 p.m. So in other words – when to work? Best to freelance I suppose!


I'm thinking of returning to the U.U. Church I once went to just to socialize a bit on Sunday.


Take care, Caretakers!


* 1000 *

Ah, my Ama, O lady of knots, soft the hold that binds my throat. I ask you just to loosen – you have nails for such things – I can free the rest. You untie all but the infinite stitch, O lady of knots, untier of nots, the infinite stitch cum my vertical hold, the asymptote to fetter heaven. My muscles' skein over everything – guts and all – pins me like a pincer. Ever the boulder up, ever the bolder down, bound to them as I am. This vow unto death I won't Gordian cut, a mortal coil of snake to tail; I worry my brow and cradle my smile. I'll reflect again on you.


* 1001 *

The world is like Ives' "World" in Symphony 4: cacophonous, polyrhythmic, with three orchestras playing in different keys. Submitting to one language matters. Psychoanalysis and its remembrence of repression, religious conversion and its confrontation of sin, auditing and its clearing of engrams, cognitive behavior therapy and its reprogramming of automatic thoughts, Buddhism and its letting go of desire -- any of these will do, so long as you submit to the language, submit so hard your dreams change, the way Freudian psychoanalysis inspires Freudian dreams, Jungian psychoanalysis inspires Jungian dreams, and New Age metaphysics inspires metaphysical dreams – real dreams with real meanings, put into you to get something out. Language is a net.

So many languages clash in the world market: the loudest and most obnoxious win the day. Sheer endless sloganeering moves the populace. But to get deep down in there where the meanings are, you must submit to one and only one language system at a time.


* 1002 *

I cease to flaunt the gore of this cureless wound, the stream of pain of this broken heart. Ama, shut my lips with a kiss! The fullness of health is to express the ache with poetry. As it is, I'm swamped. Press your fingers upon my chest and hold me close with staunching love.


* 1003 *

Each experience changes how we experience every new thing and changes how we remember every old thing. Art is more than "Beauty for its own sake," it shows you the beauties and uglinesses you've already experienced in your life, but never knew. Every touch warps the lens of the I's eye. Innocence becomes experience becomes wisdom – the return to innocence.

We learn for the sake of learning a thing and also for the sake of living our life; everything is an end unto itself and also a means to a higher end. Only the lazy want instant results, but for those who delight in puzzles, the harder the better. Stretch me to my limit and break me a sketch. I am eager to grow.



* 1004 *

Every race is the chosen race; Ama chooses each of us peculiar peoples for this our peculiar role, to give the world something nobody else could give, from the nest of our culture and the womb of our creativity, the only begotten of the profounders among us, so that your people give of the best, humbly and with pride, give of the best of their people, you yours, mine my own. The world meets it with envy, accusations, and disdain – that part is necessary – yet, cast the bantling on the rocks, he will yet rule us all.


* 1005 *

From love we develop family and from power we develop work. From both we develop passion and from neither we develop rest. The four functions, then, are family, work, passion, and rest. The individual is healthy when he is able to love, work, pursue his passion, and rest.



-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



Wednesday, August 8, 2018

allays 993- 999


Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


The summer is wrapping up – the kids will return to school. I've been editing old books written a decade ago. I've been preparing to finish the Emilegends. Not too much to report otherwise.

Take care, Caretakers!


* 993 *

You will meet with cruelty along the way. Preserve your innocence.


* 994 *

Don't tell me how to be happy. Be happy yourself, and I will observe. I don't want your pity. I want to admire you. My best friends are a few literary sages who made my life worth living and my sufferings endurable, who gave me a great vision of how I too may be happy like them. The god helps without trying. He doesn't command. He lives his life.


* 995 *

You nominated the source of your joy and the stance of my pride by calling him – how could I have forgotten the title? You torture my lapse and ruthfully give my puzzles and riddles to tease me back into remembering what ploughs your earth so well. Just a bare letter, "D," I have earned so far!

So we wonder as we wander, ferreting our memories for that primordial lisp when Ama first cooed our nomination – while we loved so freely in our mother the womb. All the world echoes with your song, so long as we stop to listen, the lullaby of the lulling sea, the seas of people passing their waves.


* 996 *

Discipleship is a noble game. Women may pride themselves upon their maternal instinct, but men have a teaching instinct, and the entire pyramidal hierarchy of greatness has tempted us all to more daring heights. I've graduated from my discipleship to Emerson and Nietzsche, and hardly return to them now – they are yet so with me. I'm under Burke now, and tomorrow? — I can only imagine! Masters are so many stepping stones. Don't get sentimental: wed yourself to none. I express my gratitude by seeking my own greatness aside from you.


* 997 *

Every relationship is a dialect, and your words are tokens in your shared game. Actions are also symbolic – they advance play. We use a unique language for every person we talk to, and constantly compete and cooperate in the dual game of love and power implicit between us all. That we share a language is cooperation; that we attempt to persuade and command each other — directly or indirectly — is competition. We prefer the games that flatter us, the ones at which we can succeed. That is friendship. The one who honestly admires you is hard to resist. Those who bring out the best in you are your soul's mates.


* 998 *

"Everything in nature seeks its proper level," said the Philosopher, and so much so is this true for persons who, playing along with the game, fitting into this role or that as others wished of them, relax and expand when they fall into their proper place, surrounded by those able to really see and hear them for what they are. Such a birthday that is, such a holiday from striving and pretending. We come into our own. We doubted – yes we did, we actually doubted! – that anybody at all could appreciate our intrinsic beauty, had the beauty to see that beauty, but now we fall into the gaze of our own, and they see us for what we are. Such relax!


* 999 *

Every worldview has its language, its grammar of terms, its rhetoric for inspiring fervor, its propaganda for gathering adherents. The early Christian rhetoric of the end of the world, hellfire, the first becoming last, and the resurrection of the dead, appealed mostly to social rejects the first few centuries. The philosophers of the time – the stoics and epicureans – regarded it beneath their dignity even to engage them. The Christ cult inspired histrionic martyrdom, and as dying for a cause dignifies it as worth dying for, their rhetoric held traction. Modern day atheism, which makes a rhetoric out of logic, insisting, not without a subtle sneer, that theirs is the only reasonable logical worldview, and taking pains to catalog the logical fallacies of their opponents, holds a sort of elite appeal, not to the actual elite, the geniuses of philosophy and poetry, but to those who would be above an opposition that touts itself as the moral guides of the world – as the four Abrahamic religions tend to do. For Judaism, Christianity, Islam, and Mormonism, morality became a rhetorical device: God has made us holy (this is their humble arrogance), and we condemn all that is unholy. It is not, after all, as if morality were the most important thing in the world. Ask a school boy if he wants to be good, and he will frown. Ask him if he wants to be more powerful than his classmates, and he will perk up. There is nothing artistic or creative in morality. But it is the rhetorical device of the faith religions: God cares most of all whether we are moral! The atheist counterclaim is that "We have an intellectual conscience, you however are liars and self-deceived." All those rhetorical modes have proven effective, just as did the worldviews, and their inherent ideologies, of Communism, Feminism, and elsewhere, Buddhism and so forth. That all these competitive enclosers avoid the intellectual self-praise of atheistic "reason" does them as much good as would it do the atheists bad to dismiss that wedge.

Allism, as usual, is all of them together, the way they all strike and parry each other, and thus make a meta-dialogue, a truth each internalizes when confronting the rest. The highest in each is Allism. All mystic symbols rhyme, and for the one who has experienced the Importance, rhetoric is noise.

Thus, the initial selling of the missionary religions amounted to a denouncement of spiritual elites in favor of democratized spirituality: Jesus railed endlessly against the Pharisees – not hypocrites, for all that, but sincere master legalists – preferring the kingdom for sinners and harlots; Siddhartha likewise denounced the Upanishadistic scholars in favor of the simple who seek the one thing needful, namely, to pull out the arrow of suffering without asking who shot it or why, and this through a streamlined four noble truths (though number three is rather unnecessary in light of number four). And so historically every emergence posits itself as the corrective of its parent, and really no child at all, but there from the beginning, the way late-comer Islam claimed the original bible and gospel said and only said exactly what Muhammad came to say a final time (what they actually say being allegedly corruptions). That all of this rhetoric and self-posing has nothing to do with truth need only let us repeat the most profound moment in the gospels, when Pilate silences Jesus with the question, "What is Truth?" For truth was never the question, but only projected desire.




-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



Sunday, July 22, 2018

allays 989 - 992

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:



Summer is half done. I've been playing with the kids daily, and writing my articles at night. I'm still waiting on my boss to pay me for the last ten weeks – but I am sure he will!

I've been writing less, but editing more. So these few allays are all I've found inspiration for this last month!


Take Care, Caretakers!



* 989 *

"A rush of thoughts is the only conceivable prosperity that can come to us." Indeed, amidst the doldrums, I would plead with you, Niviana, muse and amuse me till I shiver free. Like the dancer upon the wick, your breath enflames me. Yet you yourself seem a bit clotted in muck, nor have I heard you sing since I can last remember. Lissidy spinning dreams for me upon the loom of night is now my passing game. Duty's chain keeps my purpose while I hope again for you.


* 990 *

"Mother, what have I to do with thee? None get to the father except through me!" Presumptuous child, know you this, before I conceived you, I knew his kiss, and made him of the stuff of my heart, just as the Allmother made us her art, of her living body, and yet you say, you alone know the path and the way? Such impudent tarts I'll upbraid with a smirk, the way to your father you'll know only through hurt. Yet Ama, our Mother, knows better the bliss; laughing she made us, laughing she'll kiss; and toss us like dice on the lay of the day. Now cease your backtalk and do as I say.


* 991 *

When a lifeform endures too much pain it comes to death – an accumulation of sufferings demoralize and disintegrate the organism. Suffering is the giver of the gift of death, and old age, as an extended suffering, draws up that voluptuous heartbreak in which we renounce life in the spangle of its span. Ah, to be the drowning swimmer, whom friends and family avoid lest you in your panic drag them down too, drowning in sorrows till you laugh at the madness, that so much suffering were possible a person — these are the blessings of life, openers of the hidden holds, and keynotes of gravitas, giving that sweet mead of inspiration its savour of abandon and abyss. Ah, my Ama, not once do I cramp, slump, or bleed out this key-turned heart, but you feel it too in the flesh of your being. You've felt the depth, you've cut the knot. I was there with you, with all of you; when you doubted your sanity, I doubted too. When you despaired, the pang was also mine. Life can be such a heartbreak! Yet, life is beautiful! Ama the everfull, grant us more life!


* 992 *

We've felt the Jewish, "Honor your parents," and the Confucian, "Respect your elders," yet America, always in its repression somewhat pedophilic, says All for the Child, with the Republican Life begins at conception, and the Democratic Emancipated Future. Our deepest memories are in the future. Let us recall Oifia, Ama child, walked this land before man or beast. She gave life to what we are. We will grow younger tomorrow.



-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



Saturday, June 23, 2018

update, allays 981 - 988

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


Sometimes the days resemble a circle sooner than a line, and so it is for me, dividing my days between the threefold braid of watching my children, doing housework, and editing my works. At night I write for my job.

What to say? Natalie's arm is back to normal. Writing for Employer's Crossing has its ups and downs. I've checked out a dozen books about publishing, finding a publisher, self-publishing, marketing your books, and so forth, so I've been studying those as well.

Hope you are all doing well!

Take Care, Caretakers!


* 981 *

The Trumpet of Ives' "Unanswered Question," asks in its tones, "What are we here for?" to which the theological and philosophical Flutes attempt various answers, more frantic each time, until the druidic silence of the Strings gives the proper answer. The question is its own answer: we are here, that's what the universe is for. There is no meaning to life, for life is meaning. I have wondered over the foolishness of the question, "Why is there something, rather than nothing?" Nothing is unthinkable. How could it ever serve as default? Take yourself for granted: all the Universe colluded to allow you.

I may very well be an Idius – half idiot, half genius – my butterfly mind half in awkward flutter, half in graceful swoop, yet I have felt for my whole life that my doings congested a universal sense we all in turn would feel.


* 982

Dreamers make us see visions, and nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm, so when you can answer a question passionately, let yourself go.


* 983 *

Rhythm is the essence of life.


* 984 *

A fitting definition of evil could be, "Somebody else's power." Nor should we regret the gratuitous pranks of our youth – "Evil for the love of evil" – as if we should despair over having stole somebody's pears just to feed them to swine. That gesture of togetherness between us versus them, us above the law – we break the law to exult in our power, and as all power is in principle good, we must celebrate even this as an infective first form which, when full grown, will grant us triumph. Evil is infant good. Most of what men call "heinous" is merely the symptom of frustration. Teach a man to be powerful and you teach him to be good.



* 985 *

No matter what we plot or attempt, the Self shines through.


* 986 *

We each learn through our preferred medium, whether through oral instruction, visual demonstration, or written directives. I managed to learn tennis, the guitar, writing, cake decorating, and drawing from books, and I can't seem to learn any other way. Life is a Book.


* 987 *

Let us all have our own trophy case, even if it's just a mental one, an extensive vocabulary, a series of publications, a dozen or so hearts we've broken, or for the traveler scenes seen. Envy attempts to smear pride where she sees it, but I encourage men and women to delight in their own virtues – indeed, pride is the crown of the virtues, virtue self-reflective, the way wisdom is knowledge self-reflective. The mirror is our ultimate image, just as Mattria faced Ama at Time Zero.


* 988 *

Lissidy warms me, saying, "Hope is the only lie worth believing in."




-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



Wednesday, May 30, 2018

update, allays 974-980

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


So I finally got paid for my work as a freelancer. The job of professional writer suits me, though I haven't been doing much of my passionate writing lately. Mostly, I've been editing old documents written a decade ago.

I have compiled a set of short stories for publication and am seeking an audience. If anybody wants a free copy of this collection of stories, Fingerfolds, let me know.

Natalie's broken arm has healed; on Friday we get the final xrays to see if its back to normal. Emilie has been fevered this week and missed school, but we've had a lot of time together without the distractions of the other children. Soon will be Summer break for all three, and I will be busy all day every day with them.

Take care, Caretakers!


* 974 *

It's not till you're broken that you see what you're made of, the stuff of your guts, your ligaments, bones. Illness teaches health. When a thing goes wrong, you realize finally that it had been going right. The keenest thief takes what you don't know you have.


* 975 *

So many ideologists – those who spin systems of ideas – would undefine the inconvenient terms of their opponent, as if "God," "Mind," "Freedom," "Soul," "Eternity," could be defined into or out of existence. They get lazy like that. Every term corresponds to a given experience, and that experience is the meaning. The way we live our lives because of that shows the meaning full grown.


* 976 *

We've been doomeager since the beginning, what with the flood stories the whole world delighted in, and to this day America has been especially doomeager, what with the Millerites, the Malthusians, the Cold War nuclear fallout prophets, Global Warming science, and every manner of disaster film the human imagination could produce. So many ways we've imagined catastrophe and we can never get enough. Science isn't objective: it's politically funded and so politically reigned. Scientific Materialism, the metaphysic that calls itself "no-metaphysic," is merely another ideology amidst the rest. Each offers something, none offers everything, for any selection is already an evaluation. Doom is certain, perpetual and recurrent, on until the never-to-be-reached end – so dance and sing, my children, be free!

What's the difference between a lie and a trick? A trick is a lie sanctioned by a game. The cunning shall prevail! Truth is whatever we act upon.


* 977 *

Gaze gets hypnotized. Look long at the sun and all the world has an afterburn. When we study architecture, everything looks architectural; when painting, picturesque. The Christian sees sin everywhere, the feminist patriarchy, the communist exploitation, the minority racism, the weakling persecution. Our inner I takes on the shape of whatever its focus, and retains that shape upon each new object, so that obsessions, such as the worship of Allah, internalize the God into our mind and we think through that. Ideas are the means by which we see reality. Reflection is realization – by which we evade such a pitch.


* 978 *

Selection is the essence of art. The work of art makes prominent, not a figure who is sort of this way or that, but all the way this way or that, representative of a type, for life is too subtle and ambiguous to see aright. That is why children love exaggerations and drastic stories – evil stepmothers, wicked witches, granted wishes, eternal rewards, horrible curses, cruel deaths. Henry James is meaningless to anybody under ten.


* 979 *

I call it healthy racism to delight in the accomplishments of one's race – insofar as he identifies with it – while desisting from hating other races. The pride in one's family, city, state, nation, hemisphere, and in the future, planet, count as excellences and as healthy self-esteem. Pride is celebrating one's ascendency, and humility is recognizing one's failings: both give visions of truth.


* 980 *

The betrayal of the beloved is the greatest offense, the desertion of one's child the worst. Siddartha escaping his son and wife; Augustine referring to the mother of his son as a trifle and toy; Aquinas, receiving a mystic experience and then abandoning his Summa; these are types of the same, the ill-betiding we hear again in the proclamation, "Hate your mother, wife, and child," which Jesus commands his followers, or in Yahweh jealously testing Abraham to see if he would betray his child. Heaven is a temptation. A mother never abandons her child. Ama loves us for time and eternity, now and forever – Vivoce!



-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy


Wednesday, May 16, 2018

update, allays 969 - 973

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


Nothing to report but more of the same: I'm waiting on three paychecks; happy day when they make their way to my hand. Natalie's broke arm is getting better; in three weeks it will be back to normal. Summer is coming, which means my sleep schedule will drastically change, so that means less writing (I write at night). I hope all of you are doing well!

Take care, Caretakers!


* 969 *

Oppositions and appositions relate in various ways. War is at war with peace, war is at peace with peace; peace is at war with war, peace is at peace with war. Not all binaries are hierarchical. Shall we prefer the hierarchical or the non-hierarchical? Shall we prefer the constructed or the deconstructed, the binary or the non-binary, the difference or the same? Each relates to the other in various ways, for binary is multiplicity – each is all, and this is also that. Opposites identify. Oppositions can contradict themselves and yet maintain their integrity. Up versus down; hot versus cold; man versus woman; good versus evil — in so many ways do these relate, that no one opposition can serve as metaphor for them all. One term may be original in some ways, derived in others; preferred in some ways, not in others. Guilt is the opposite of pride, in one sense; the opposite of innocence, in another; the opposite of shame, in a third. From the one comes two, from the two comes three, from three comes many.

* 970 *

How often our moment of bliss leads to conception, and then a long gestation follows. Our ideas come to us in action, in events, but we know nothing of them till we sit down, reflect, and seem to find them spontaneously.

Nietzsche's moments of bliss came upon him in terror. Often his most pregnant thoughts presented to him in their fearful aspects. The Will to Power first appeared as the demon that plagues man; the Eternal Recurrence began as a demon's taunt; the Death of God began as a madman's lament. So his brightest concepts grew out of his deepest brooding, like diamonds in a crag.

Let us likewise treasure our moments of intensity, the melding of two ideas, when the heat joins the many into one, the bliss of conception – though for you or me it begins in humor, horror, confusion, impatience, or whatever mien our Muse prefers.


* 971*

Nonsense offers a formalistic exercise. Not for nothing was Lewis Carroll a logician. Nursery rhymes offer grammatical and semantical structuralism with little distraction from meaning and interpretation. Higher up, fairy tales offer basically all the plots, simplifying plausibility with the rhetorical mode of magic, the way the Pentateuch simplifies stories with the rhetorical mode of the divine. Grimm's, Genesis, the Eddas, the Arabian tales, any one these contains all the story forms, and an aspiring novelist could work any tale into something seemingly unrelated, merely by fitting the plot to plausible circumstances, rather than magic or the divine. Children want simplified forms, magic, which need not be defined. The complete myths of Greece offers the sheer greatest amount of character types in any collection of literature, and for this we keep reciting the religion, though few nowadays believe Zeus is King of Gods. His glory outspans our faith.


* 972 *

In my sleep, I call assemblies; the divines mind me then. I teach Jesus, Siddhartha, Emerson, and Muhammad, I give them a wider vista, I help them improve their heavens, I bless them and shine my sun's benevolence over them all. Rarely in waking moments have I felt such bliss as this.


* 973 *

Mattria, you are the Beginning – that's just one of your names. I know them all. You are the Beginning, the Allmother, Being and Becoming, Everything and Nothing, the All in All. By fate or fumble, I will have you; throw no chance at my fight, nor dice at my feet; think not time can entomb me. You are the ultimate gerundive: I must love you with all of my being — oh Amanda, oh Jillian, oh Daystar and Heartsong! I sigh and wait. Your name makes me thirst. Flesh to flesh you call to me, mouth to ear sequester me, till fevered fully for your face, I bless the heat that made this place.



-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy



Thursday, May 3, 2018

update, allays 961 - 968

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:


So as far as update goes, I've been writing articles for my job; Natalie broke her arm and will be in a sling for 6 weeks; spring is finally here and I'm fevered for her. Not much also to note. How about you?

Take care, Caretakers!


* 961 *

Winning is doing.


* 962 *

The higher our leaves reach up to the sky, the deeper our roots sink into the ground. Law is formal, law polite, but some private love – love is transgression – sustains us. The secret shame, that secret joy, which we hold in our heart and hide behind every mask of hypocrisy, warms us, secures us, nurtures, and supports us. I kiss you this in our utter innocence.


* 963 *

In all discourse, we see text and commentary: text and commentary, implication and explication, memory and assumption, reality and interpretation. Get at the original experiences, put yourself under trial and experience that actual event. Talk with Ama, touch your innermost Self. In whatever setting – in love, in science, in art – suffer the discourse, do the thing. Commentary comes second.

In any book, in any text, look for the kernel experiences, the tropestars, the argument-generating events; take that in your teeth, hold tight! We must know in order to realize. Knowing is death, realization the resurrection.

Disdain the copies. Get at the originals. Who spoke first, who envisioned it? Who birthed the wonder? Popularity is twice refuted: what is original will always by a higher pleasure, a more difficult pleasure, one that must be earned. So earn it! See commentary for commentary, but go for the pulse. With a friend, with a book, look for the nodal events in the text, in their biography. Those hidden tropes weave the whole.


* 964 *

Children are worry. My wisdom says Life is a Game and we must strategize to enjoy. As for the purity of the child too innocent to strategize – we still believe this lie, do we not? -- they need shrewd and worriful parents to protect them with paranoid eyes on all the world. I walk as a child naked alone in my garden, in this office my Aria. However in public, before the world, I am clothed, masked and hidden. Be slow to know. Set your pace to your own heart's drummer.


* 965 *

Oh! You who are weighed by the gloom of a too soon world, what have I to do with you today, when I'm fevered with spring and lust to try the skies of a blush eaten sky, as the sun beds her heat and shine beyond, the mattress of a mad midnight black. Her madness is mind, I fly in your Name.


* 966 *

Ours I celebrate, all that is you and all that is me, soul of my soul, selfsame, twinsun, lover my own! Listen to our song, our talk, our love, our making of love, our disputes and praise; listen to the undersong between us, that brooding cello of our navel to navel same. I would in you, I would of you. I feel to kindle you, I feel to burn! You are the heart of my love, you the way of my bliss.


* 967 *

Shall we fight, O Ye of the Single Name! Every handle I put upon you you shrug off -- I the Namer, you the Unnamer. You do not walk behind, for there is no after me: I am the flood. As river swallows river, as flame swallows flame, so us to the other, now and again, side-by-side, One.


* 968 *

One is an instance, two a possibility, three a pattern.



-- R 88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy