Thursday, April 5, 2012

Supreme Opinion (Acoustic)

Florence and  the Machine

JUSTICE KENNEDY delivered the opinion of the Court,

April 2, 2012
This case presents the question of what the Constitution imposes on searches of arrested persons.
The term jail is used here in a broad sense to include prisons.
Albert Florence was arrested during a traffic stop by a New Jersey state trooper who checked a statewide computer database which was incorrect
and found a bench warrant issued for Albert's  arrest.
The fine had been paid.
The officer  was shown the fine receipt.
Florence was taken from his wife and four year old son,
jailed for six days.and  released once it was determined  the fine had been paid.
Jail procedures required a shower with a delousing agent.
All persons passed through a metal detector to a group holding cell.
When they left the holding cell, they were ordered  to remove their clothing.
Apparently without touching the detainees, an officer looked at their ears,nose, mouth,
hair, scalp, fingers, hands, arms, armpits,
and other body openings.

This policy applied regardless of the circumstances.

The opinions in earlier  cases of this Court refer to a “strip search.” The term is imprecise.
It may mean a visual in­spection
from a closer, more uncomfortable distance;
it may mean shaking their heads or
running their hands through their hair
or raising arms,
displaying foot insteps,
exposing the back of the ears,
moving or spreading the buttocks
or genitals
or coughing in a squatting position.

The difficulties of operating a detention center must not be underestimated.
Maintaining safety and order re­quires officials to devise solutions.
The Court has confirmed deference to officials.
Impinging on consti­tutional rights must be upheld
if related to penological interests.

In New York City officers searched visitors before  the visiting room and inmates were under constant surveillance during the visit.
There had been but one instance in which an inmate attempted to sneak con­traband into the facility.
The Court deferred to officials that the inspections served not only to discover but also to deter.

There is no mechanical way to determine whether intru­sions on  privacy are reasonable.
The Los Angeles County Jail could ban all contact visits:
“They open the institution to the introduction of drugs, weapons, and other contraband.
Visitors can easily conceal guns, knives or drugs
And these items can readily be slipped from an innocent child.

It would be a difficult task to identify inmates who have propensities for violence, escape, or drug smuggling.
Even made more difficult by the brevity of detention and the constantly changing  population.
Maintaining institutional security and preserving internal order and discipline are essential goals
that may require retraction of constitutional rights.
Whether a policy is related to  security inter­ests is peculiarly within the expertise of officials.
This Court has repeated the admonition that without substantial evidence that officials have exaggerated their
response, courts should  defer.

The perhaps more fundamental ques­tion is who may be deprived of liberty and taken to jail in the first place.

A woman was ar­rested after an officer noticed neither she nor her children were wearing their seatbelts.
She ar­gued the Fourth Amendment prohibited her arrest when it could not result in jail time and there was no compelling need.
The Court held that a restriction on this power would put officers in an almost impossible spot.
The Court stated that balance is not well served
by standards requiring sensitive,
case by ­case determinations,
lest every judgment be an occasion for constitutional review.

The admission of inmates creates  risks for staff, the detainees.
The danger of intro­ducing lice or contagious infections, for example.
Lighters and matches are fire and arson risks or po­tential weapons.
Cell phones are used to orchestrate violence and criminality.
Pills and medications enhance suicide risks.
Chewing gum can block locking devices;
hair­pins can open handcuffs;
wigs can conceal drugs and weapons.
Something as simple as an overlooked pen can pose danger.

Jails are often crowded, unsanitary, and dangerous places.
Officials must be allowed to conduct a search and at least some detainees must lift their
genitals or cough in a squatting position.

These procedures are designed
to uncover what can go undetected
by a patdown or metal detector.

People detained for minor offenses can turn out to be the most devious and dangerous criminals.

Timothy McVeigh was stopped by a state trooper who noticed he was driving without a license plate.
Police stopped serial killer Joel Rifkin for the same reason.
One of the terrorists involved in the September 11 attacks was stopped and ticketed for speeding.

These uncertainties mean the same thorough search of everyone.
For example a man arrested had 2 dime bags of weed, 1 pack of rolling papers, 20 matches, and 5 sleeping pills taped
under his scrotum.
A person in Washington State managed to hide a lighter,tobacco and tattoo needles, in his rectal cavity.

Other classifications might prove to be unworkable or even give rise to charges of discrimination.
Most officers would not be well equipped to make any of these determinations during the intake.
The lower  court’s approach would be a case-by-case evaluation of the seriousness of particular crimes,
a task for which officers and courts are poorly equipped.
Officers could not be expected to draw lines on a moment’s notice,
and the risk of violating the Constitution would discourage them from arresting.
Officers have an interest in readily administrable rules.
The officials urge to reject any compli­cated constitutional scheme
requiring them to conduct less thorough inspections.
They offer significant reasons why the Constitu­tion must not prevent them.

It is so ordered.

Without a whimper.





















Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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Friday, March 30, 2012











Receive  sacrifices and the delights of cruelty.
Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me,
Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!
To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal eyes of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought, into Eternity ever expanding,
the human Imagination.
O Saviour pour upon me thy spirit of meekness & love:
Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!
Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages.

We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than digestion or sleep . . .
When this verse was first dictated to me I consider'd a monotonous cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all writers of english blank verse, derived from the modern bondage of rhyming, to be a necessary and  indispensable part of verse. But I soon found that in the mouth of a true orator such monotony was not only awkward, but as much a bondage as rhyme itself.
I therefore have produced a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables.
Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit place; the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific parts, the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the prosaic, for inferior parts, all are necessary to each other.
Poetry fetter'd, fetters the human race. Nations are destroy'd, or flourish, in proportion as their poetry, painting and music, are destroy'd or flourish!
The primeval state of Man was Wisdom, Art, and Science.

Now I will speak my mind!  
Where is my Great Sin?
She is also thine.
I said: now is my grief at worst, incapable of being surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more.
It continues accumulating to eternity: the joys of God advance.
For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion,
He cannot feel distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering: delighting in cries & tears & clothed in holiness & solitude;
But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end.
O that I could cease to be!
Despair! I am despair created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my prayer is vain.
I called for compassion: compassion mock'd,
Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead and iron bound it over me for ever.
Life lives on my consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his contrary,
To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing and seeing life, yet living not:
how can I then behold and not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorr'd?

Striving with Systems to deliver individuals from those Systems.
That whenever any Spectre began to devour the dead,
he might feel the pain as if a man gnaw'd his own tender nerves.
Man, a little grovelling root, outside of himself.
Negations are not contraries: contraries mutually exist: But negations exist not:
Exceptions & objections & unbeliefs  exist not: nor shall they ever be organized for ever & ever.
If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation:
a mere Reasoning & derogation from me, an objecting & cruel spite and malice & envy:
but my emanation, alas!
will become my contrary
O thou negation, I will continually compel thee to be invisible to any but whom I please,
& when and where & how I please and never, never!
Thou shalt be organized as a distorted & reversed reflexion in the Darkness and in the non entity:
nor shall that which is above
ever descend into thee.
Thou shalt be a non entity for ever.
And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an unquenchable fire and he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by those that thou tormentest, a Hell & despair for ever & ever.

Tell Him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time I please.
To those I hate: I can hate as well as they!
From every one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty there is an outside spread without, & an outside spread within,
Beyond the outline of identity both ways, which meet in One:
An orbed void of doubt, despair, hunger & thirst & sorrow.
Three immense Wheels, turning upon one-another into non-entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead, to murder their own souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead.
No sons, no hateful peace & love, no soft complacencies with transgressors
meeting in brotherhood around the table or in the porch or garden.
No more the sinful delights of age and youth and boy and girl, and animal and herb, and river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.

Wash'd by the water-wheels of Newton:
black the cloth in heavy wreathes folds over every Nation.
Cruel works of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel,
with cogs tyrannic moving by compulsion each other,
not as those in Eden, which wheel within wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.

Beneath the oak & palm, beneath the vine and fig-tree,  self-denial!
I see the four-fold Man, the humanity in deadly sleep and its fallen emanation.
I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once before me;
O divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
That I may awake.
Bacon & Newton sheath'd in dismal steel; their terrors hang like iron scourges.
Reasonings like vast Serpents infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations.
I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe, and there behold the loom of Locke, whose woof rages dire.















Awkwardness arm'd in steel; Folly in a helmet of gold.
Weakness with horns & talons; ignorance with a rav'ning beak.
Every emanative joy forbidden as a crime; and the emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion.
Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment.
I took the sighs & tears & bitter groans. I lifted them into my furnaces, to form the spiritual sword that lays open the hidden heart.       

            blake 1820







Thursday, March 29, 2012

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If you want to talk about Neal why do you do it--you stopped me before I had a chance to continue, stop won't you!

Listen, I'm going to  tell  you--read well: you have to take care of yourself, hear it?--give me a chance -- you think  I've no art  me French?

--eh?--idiot-crapule-piece of shit-sonofabitch--bastard--pig-clown-shitmouth-longmouth-ugly face,shitpants, piece of shit,sucktoungue, big fool, wantashit pants,  thats worse-right in the face!--hit it! (frappe) -eat it!-fuck!-scram me Gavin!

-swallow Celine,  eat  him raw  your Genet,  Rabelais?  He woulda wiped your neck on his ass.  But enough, its not interesting. Its not interesting goddamn  French.

Listen, Neal is full of shit; let him go; he is your friend, let him  dream; he's not your brother, he's not your father, he's not your Saint Michael, he's a guy, he's married,  he works,  go sleeping on the other side of the world, go thinking  in the Great European night.

I'm explaining him  to you,  my way,  not yours, child, dog--listen--go find  your soul , go  smell  the wind-go far

Life is a pity.

Close the book, go on--write no  more on the  wall, on the moon,  at the dog's,  in the sea in the snowing  bottom,  a little poem.

Go find God in the nights.  The clouds too. When can it stop this big tour at the skull of Neal; there are men, things outside to do, great huge tombs of activity  in the desert of Africa of the heart,  the black angels, the women in bed with the beautiful open arms open for you in their youth, some tenderness shrouded in the same bed,  the big clouds of new continents, the foot tired  in climes so mysterious, don't go down the hill of the other side of your life for nothing.

A true real American is a mystery to us, to U.S., somewhere and somehow he became like Neal and stands here among us.  In my romance I have traveled far to find a cousin to the Greek.  And in my romance I have traveled far to see an American, one that reminded me of the Civil  War soldier in the old photo who stands by a pile of lumber in a drizzle , waiting for arrest, backgrounded by pine brush bottoms all wet and dismal in an Alabama afternoon in the wilderness of hoar.

                 -jack


































Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012









Method 8.03d
Liquefaction

obtain imaging that is difficult to track
under a tree
a hedge's leaves
stars
the hum
random moving parts
your left hemi will struggle
to fixate on a point(s)
can almost feel it in my left eye
but thats an anecdote

its too subtle to say relax
but try to inhibit as much as possible
this impulse toward certainty
allow points to move
waves will appear
levels of patterns moving
and  it  will become difficult
to distinguish independent
free moving groups
from any frailties of vision

increasing the authority
of  the right hemi
may be switchable at any  time
may be useful
since most sources of fun and mystery
involve excitation of the right brain
but this time without ego