update, allays 974-980

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

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 ᴤ88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

 

update, allays 969 - 973

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

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 ᴤ88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!

 

update, allays 961 - 968

Daniel Christopher June to the Students of Life:

Greetings!

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 ᴤ88s Я --

Perfection Is Easy

www.perfectidius.com

AMA LAUGHS!