Saturday, April 30, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011











































mind from matter
heavier than thought
waves in a vacuum sea
accelerating
in complexity
toward entropy

Monday, April 25, 2011
















man is everlastingly in search of an object outside himself
                    but this object answers the innerness of the desire


















Sunday, April 24, 2011

Friday, April 22, 2011

free
smoking
topped with violet fog
i who pierced the reddening sky
like a wall
bearing delicious jam
for good poets
lichens of sunlight and mucus of azure

spotted with small electric moons
a wild plank escorted by black seahorses

when julys beat down with blows of cudgels
the ultramarine skies with burning funnels;
i who trembled, hearing at fifty leagues off
the moaning of the behemoths in heat
and the thick maelstroms

i eternal spinner of the blue immobility
miss europe with its ancient parapets
i have seen sidereal archipelagos! and islands
whose delirious skies are open to the sea-wanderer
is it in these bottomless nights
that you sleep and exile yourself,
million golden birds
o future vigor

but in truth i have wept too much!
dawns are heartbreaking
every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter
acrid love has swollen me
with intoxicating torpor--o let my keel burst!
o let me go into the sea!

if i want a water of europe,
it is the black cold puddle
where in the sweet-smelling twilight
a squatting child full of sadness releases
a boat as fragile as a may butterfly

je ne puis plus baigne
de vos langueurs
o lames
enlever leur sillage aux porteurs de cotons,
in traverser l'orgueil des drapeaux et des flammes,
in nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons

            arthur @  17

Thursday, April 21, 2011



democracy was good to keep from killing each other
now that we're not ignorant
killing another is killing yourself
we don't need to worry about that
we can form a unit
the best  possible
and evolve that
we are not identity but organization
that is how we agree
what is fair and
permitted





Tuesday, April 19, 2011




There is a plenum - recent experiments in quantum physics tend to back this up - a holographic plenum of information. All information is everywhere. Information that is not here is nowhere. Information stands outside of time in a kind of eternity - an eternity that does not have a temporal existence about which one may say, "It always existed." It does not have temporal duration of any sort. It is eternity.

We are not primarily biological, with mind emerging as a kind of iridescence, a kind of epiphenomenon at the higher levels of organization of biology. We are hyperspatial objects of some sort that cast a shadow into matter. The shadow in matter is our physical organism.
At death, the thing that casts the shadow withdraws, and metabolism ceases. Material form breaks down; it ceases to be a dissipative structure in a very localized area, sustained against entropy by cycling material in, extracting energy, and expelling waste. But the form that ordered it is not affected.

One is a projection of a holographic solid-state matrix that is microminiaturized, superconducting, and nowhere to be found: it is part of the plenum.

The transition from earth to space will be a staggeringly tight genetic filter, a much tighter filter than any previous frontier has ever been, including the genetic and demographic filter represented by the colonization of the New World. It has been said that the vitality of the Americas is due to the fact that only the dreamers and the pioneers and the fanatics made the trip across. This will be even more true of the transition to space. The technological conquest of space will set the stage; then, for the internalization of that metaphor, it will bring the conquest of inner space and the collapse of the state vectors associated with this technology deployed in Newtonian space. Then the human species will have become more than dirigible.

A technology that would internalize the body and exteriorize the soul will develop parallel to the move to space.
That tool is the flying saucer, or the soul, exteriorized in three-dimensional space
                                                      alex & terence