Cultural Contradictions
"Freud, Marcuse and others saw that civilization demands the sublimation or repression of the pleasures of the proximity senses so that the individual can be thus converted to an instrument of labor. Social control, via the network of the symbolic, very deliberately disempowers the body. An alienated counter-world, driven on to greater estrangement by ever-greater division of labor, humbles one's own somatic sensations and fundamentally distracts from the basic rhythms of one's life."
"Religion, like art, contributed to a common symbolic grammar needed by the new social order and its fissures and anxieties. The word is based on the Latin religare, to tie or bind, and a Greek verbal stem denoting attentiveness to ritual, faithfulness to rules. Social integration, required for the first time, is evident as impetus to religion. "
- John Zernan (from Running on Empty: The Failure of Symbolic Thought)
CurIous and CURIOUSer
captivating headlight-image scenery,
requested stimulae
of well-kept secrecy
eastern-south in bordered seas of cliffs and mass society
mid-level moderator:
educator, fabricator, vibrant animator
fists balled like molded steel.
black-hole silent
passive though, and never violent
autumn winds deliver ease
like esoteric pharmacies
i offer them my piece of mind
and strut subtely onwards into night and day
knives can make you a better, more intelligent person
...sometimes.....
www.kifeinkorea.blogspot.com - the adventures of our hero Groove Holmes continue here.....
KOREA - first steps
I was enjoying my pineapple juice this morning. It's called 'Coolpis'.....mmmmmm.....
Mr. Pizza's logo is 'made for woman' - Mr. Pizza sure is trying hard
There is a Joymart in town.
1 barber pole means haircut
2 barber poles means haircut and hooker
Happy cartoons and squids and such are on everything here.
There is a tv show that has pans floating above the contestants' heads. Sometimes the pans move around. Sometimes they hit the contestants. Then everyone comes very close to dying from laughing so hard. This is a number 1 hit show.
There are 2 channels that have only video game competitions. These guys are Korean versions of rock stars. It's awesome.
There are street vendors where you can pay money to break bricks or sticks or clay shingles and stuff.
This place is super rad.
a plan called LIFE
Let's explore the idea of LIFE.
Life, as a theory or concept, appears to have no objective point.
We are born, we live for a while doin' stuff, then we're fertilizing the next generation of life, from the bottom of the food chain up.
This seems to be a perpetual loop of complex, yet limited interactions that serve to maintain balance.
However, evolution and brains give us a much more defined idea of life, as we can 'think' about it, and as we evolve, we can think about it even more than we did before.
"Life" is intrinsically experience-based
.....and therefore revolves around subjective interpretation based on experienced-based observations
.....which translates into meaning "do more drugs because time is actually money"
I cradled civilization in the palm of my hand
In the roof of my mouth
Through the tip of my pen
On the keys of my laptop
I've got a revolution behind my eyes.
We've got to get up and organize.
Angel Wings and Sparkly Things
I dreamt of distorted skies and visual splendor,
Of images that bent time and space into perfect illusions of creation.
she is blind in ways he cannot see
experiments in subtlety
Socially constructed attitudes and veiled stares and sweaty palms.
Awareness pursued through active engagement.
I gathered thoughts; creative imagery
then added artificial gadgetry;
suburban cloaks
to maximize and climatize; augment my curiosity
final confimations received.
vast journeys abound and plans altered slightly
as thin blue litmus yields occupational status upgrade and semi-permanent encampment.
and become a paragon of prodigal instruction;
lessons and scandalous time consumption to ceremoniously mask self-indulgence and cultural exploration.
chu-se-yo 1,000,000,000 won. kahm-sa-hahm-ni-da. gyahahahaha.
"Invaders' blood marches through my veins, like giant radioactive rubberpants! The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!"
- Invader Zim
i found a sky i didn't recognize
smooth and still
and very real.
desperate illusions and agoraphobia and the sun was black,
surging forth through unrestricted sinews
brought movement to my limbs
and silent terror to my skin
whereby the sky began to bleed
...and with fingernails and empty hands,
laughing, ripped at its demands
Future City
bound by undulating grins,
and by pale and unwashed skins,
and while contemplating sins,
the climate changed and i was forced to adopt an alternative role
its silence challenged discarded ideals that grew 4 years long and a lifetime deep.
convinced that challenge could champion comfort
future city bound.....
sometimes i count things with my fingers and then right away have to count them in reverse with my other hand.
my arteries are filled with cyanide and i frequently deviate from standard patterns.
your God is not my cure.
beliefs are never pure.
i wouldn't buy into your ideology even if i was on fire and your ideas the ocean.
trends are never good.
this pestilence now must be brought to a halt,
through savage, remorseless, and mindfull assault,
force open the skin and rub wounds in the salt.
NEW TV SHOWS!
1.) Unsurvivor: every week a previous member of the cast is killed in a new and exciting way
2.) The Bachelor, season 126 billion: main character turns out to be gay and also intelligent: audience joins in ritualistically mocking all cast members vehemently
3.) Sex and the Country: beastiality series with a heart
4.) Queer Guy for the Straight Eye: politically correct perspective on the plague of emo haircuts
5.) Enemies: like Friends, only different
Timeless Machine
the amphetamine dream.
I catalogued the universe through unknown vectors
outback stations, destinations, prime locations
its secrets rifled through the birth of mediocrity
the human myth of change: the timeless machine
seeker of opportunity
occupational status in unknown, non-communicative zones
and then.........................fuck!!! i'm hit!
the intrepid groove holmes spirals through smoky haze of unexpected chaotica
masked explorer of saiyan lineage where defeat is unlikely
he leans defiantly on the dusty control panel...
-Driva Och Majestät För Alltid-
Hellsing and the creation empires.....
...shadowman for eternity
sinful medicant
administers potions freely
doors of perception granted, light seeped through its cracks
curious instability suplanted responsibility in exchange for limited self-expression
the cracks widened
where were the abandoned hordes, the bloodied swords?
emptied. cradled. dismantled and sheathed in lieu of alternatives.
intelligent perception
panopticism shivered violently and choked on its own inadequacy
inside: industrial madness in clear rivers of opportunity and intrigue,
invested through androgynous sin and soft, warm skin
it was about to begin.
release and subtle, lost relief sprang there from the underneath
its breath like death but promising
the mystic gift of harnessing
wild power strange
and what happens if you forget?
pervasive vacant houses of malignant change.
irreversible danger clothed in robes and promises of eternal fulfillment.
complacency.
hypocrisy.
a copyright
submerged my flight
crescendoed abrasion; self-conscienceness of evening episodes
congregate in silent space and hide until provoked
the right to entertain, stifled; systolic pressure became animated
and abstruction increased to the point of criminality
"i knew it was a crime, i did it anyways. shit, why argue? i'm a fucking criminal."
- Depp as Thompson
.....and unremorseful interruptions
the world ahead granted intrusion through inhibited glaze
cosmic stars themselves spoke one voice
shadowed emotions dropped like dying embers through hazy montage apprehension
i engraved my words as the sky broke
alone, i spoke to spectres through unfamiliar hesitation
Metal Forever
Shagrath
"Under the terms of a 'compromise', three of Bush's worst nominees will be voted on and they will likely be confirmed. And what did the Democrats get in return? They got to keep the right to filibuster, provided they promise not to use it!"
"That's right. The Democrats got nothing. And what will happen when even more disgusting candidates are brought up as nominees for the Supreme Court? The Republicans will simply roll out the threat of the 'nuclear option' once again, since nothing in the so-called 'compromise' prohibits them from doing that."
"This again demonstrates the need for a mass popular movement of resistance. Without the kind of mass upsurge that we witnessed in the 1960s, there is nothing that will prevent the current threatening dynamic from continuing. This is why we called on people to go to Washington, and make their presence felt in the streets. The world can't wait any longer. We need to be about the business of driving the Bush regime from power."
C. Clark Kissinger
Unfortunately, Kissinger is absolutely right, but fails to observe the fundamental use of entertainment as mediating attention away from real life and world issues. Personal freedoms are of lesser importance because entertainment removes focus from real life existence and replaces it with a toned down, bastardized landscape of virtual imagery catering to base desires and simple wants. Not only is this mindless entertainment economical, but also political; it masks the urgency of real social issues and diminishing personal freedoms offered in a capitalist society that is becoming more and more totalitarian and theocratically power-based. Because of this factor, many people, like those Kissinger is addressing, may never heed his call due to a type of legitimized ignorance. Unlike the 60's, we need a new method of protest and pro-active, anti-bureaucratic resistance because what we understand has been augmented not only by politicians, but by new social realities that we unwittingly accept through indifference.
requiem for the gods
the enterprise of new awakenings began.
blind, i struggled to reclaim an empire of observation and understanding.
limbs thrashed, buckled and broke, lost unto arid horizons of primal and beaten transcience.
submersed through welcome inhabitants and veiled intoxicants which could not be interrupted and could not be submersed.
invitro warmth pervaded.
control fled from delusion-laden, apocryphal, linear prophets to unhinged, counter-balanced visionaries.
mass deception and conditioning unravelled through exploration and experience.
echo #3
new digs where the air is dry and cool.
4-way intersection of communal living space.
i removed my shoes and settled in with my skin evaporating reliquary memory;
sunlit, mild apostacy
echo #2
groovin' on clouds of envious melody
lounge-spun, jazzy rhythm through rain and puddled afternoon somatic raptures
patterns in predictable accumulation
i entwine the labyrinthine; suggestive atmosphere with a lack of purpose
expositional mid-day derivatives
echo #1
slanderous affliction
portraits of rayon and poly-urethane sporting limbic appendages
movements sordid, colloquial
shiny people veiled in lace and licentious apathy
X-rayed, x(z)eroxed
...fixated.
i masticate with loose bicuspids, toxic mangled masses
Veracity unceasing strewn through venomous secretion
Delicious Human Filth, explained, in a Soap Dish: Today I ate soap. Made from Jews.
(discuss)
Demystifying Social Deviance (Stuart L. Hills)
"I tend to think that the primary target of my striving for deviance is possibly the sterility and blandness of the life I had always been exposed to. I wanted to feel! I wanted to play in the dirt. I wanted to transgress those lily-white norms, break those rules designated to make me a good little Doris Day. And when the first transgression was followed not by the wrath of God but with the feeling of being alive, and free, and different, that I had never known before, then I guess after that, all rules and norms lost their meaning and power over me...I felt superior, so wicked, so unique...I thought I had found the most deviant act possible. I was drawn to it because it set us apart from, and above, everyone...I was irresistibly attracted to and proud of the deviance and anti-sociability of the act...the 'badness' was why I did not hesitate to do it."
-1980: 22 year-old female university senior
gotta be careful, can't let the ignorance of the world drag me
portraits of the human essence remain scattered and unreachable here in ether rooftops of effervescence.
escaping empty chambers filled with scandalous infirmity
let me show you what i've learned:
circles are squares or the mind is a prison
an unusual plee for submission and revision
and i regress until my breath turns to ash
the barren path becomes my vessel and i tread lightly over its sulphurous divides
white silence and the blasphemy of encouragement
sometimes escape is the beginning
have i properly disposed of my refuse? dubious. a lifetime to collect and a mere second to rescind.
miraged cages;
epidermal layers in 5 strung wands of incognito
the advent of another reality: divine lake of ideas and dissident descension
the now-unfurled delicate underworld of alternative suggestion and genuine apathy
it came too quickly like before, but i was ready! and i was ready. and was i ready?
a lifetime summated in existence as a carbon shell that has reached the point of collapse
i purge this shell and expose my carbon to new realms of existence
it began with a subtle vein of plastic intoxicants
and will end in a crusade of blood and death
the calm surf spills throughout existential mindframes residing
in mystical pockets of intuition
the proverbial ballast of time and then experience
an opportunist presides
he arranges the future neatly and another line begins
again
forgery and purgatory
stroking blind eyes of wisdom, ethereal ulcers, globular and modular
to intepret and reintegrate prime orientations that have somehow been forgotten
i elected myself to the position of watcher/observer;
sovereign reign over oceans of intuition and brevity
And then through the adequately lit concourse came a happy little man, beaming proudly and assertively. Emblazened on his scrawny chest was the subtle message, "Question Evolution". Upon approaching and asking him about his shirt, this man explained that he was expressing his Christian beliefs. What an unfortunate goof of unbridled incompetence.
From time to time, particular types of Christians, that is, many modern Christians (who love to believe and refuse to think) pretend to express themselves through archaic ignorance which constructs opinion based on subjective and slanted interpretations. These intepretations spring substantially from cognitive failure.
Evolution has absolutely nothing to do with religious belief unless one makes the mistake of accepting dogmatic fundamentalist reasoning which decided to fight evolution because, in accordance with fundamentalism, it contradicts the Biblical creation myth, which in actual fact it does not considering that the Bible is parable. Fundamentalist thinking obscures reason and destroys truth, as beliefs rooted in error forsake the dogmatic principles science has for too long subscribed to, such as 'evidence' and 'reason' .
It would be interesting to meet Jesus, and explain to him how pacticular people have transformed his prophetic and Socratic legacy into a figurehead for blind, militant devotion and hypocritical fanaticism that is devoid of logic, reason, and basic intellectual properties: Jesus was not the son of God, nor did his disciples believe such. He was in fact, a philosopher. Those who desperately need to cling to the safety of ambiguity provided through appropriated segments of Christianity without any sort of intellectual, historical, or theological investigation remove themselves from the sphere of knowledge by electing to overlook it in exchange for something easier.
David Suzuki commented that criticism towards environmental policy reform springs substantially from economists. The irony is that an economist is interested in facts, figures, and strategic outlook plans, not humanitarianism, foresight, common sense, or as Suzuki points out, “they have their heads up their asses”.
With muscles of magnitude, Stupendous Man triumphs!
neural cohesion
spawned dimorphic Lesions
then delusions of prescience just behind meaning
manipulating (slowly) digressive possibility along vast expansive causeways of improvement and bitter realism.
distinctly qualitative and visceral.
brainwaves diverged into circular patterns of antiquation,
fell into disassembly
Un-developed
enveloped and infected,
replicant of deliberate psychoses
invasive.
predated and
Persuasively imaginary
zeroed under wanton desktop flattery; abstracted instinct estuary;
tailored, empty commentary.
and there evolved
in quantum leaps of celebrations,
phantom tomes and laminations
Sorry. i don't understand your code. names are confusing.
i declare a state of ignorance.
now see things as i see things.
I appoint myself to Black Scourge of the Endless Desert.
i declare a yellow alert level of empathy and altruism and a critical red alert to disturbing the ethos of private property. vagrants, off the lawn!
In the land of America i chalk my lines.
Q: And what is it that this scourge intends to 'scourge' in an endless wasteland?
A: surface meaning through brilliant scheming
Cloaked further in the shadow of the masses?
shadowy masses are sweet like molasses.
mystical capabilities and dormant potentialities - heightened, more refined awareness of stimuli.
i railed myself into a metaphorical wall. the gods were pleased and the breeze mild. i listened for ancient words of the vikings and celts; the blood of the druids that never will rest. Fingal arose from his slumber in the wake of a new moon.
skeptical perceptibles; suburban ranks of imposition
a lone enemy, the bane!
profane and mobile
subduing source of violation-interrupt
sassy and guilt free, an alchemy of heat to stone, of passion to alacrity
intertext with chapters of identity; attendants to the real constructing normalcy
perhaps this shadow lurks in corners that remain uncovered
once discovered,
like woolen cloth it then can be unraveled
just pull a thread and watch the show;
it suddenly becomes a naked entity
(need spaceships now with death-ray capability)
quicker now, and glossy frames insult the real
with reference to imperative
escaping the constructed truths
whose death was cold and quiet, smug and still, yet thrilled.
our laughter s p i l l e d into these corridors
of window panes and guilty whores
a mild illusive crust that falsified
the 'have-been' of sophistic zeal
i realized the time, the air, the mild and arromatic sense
of apprehension calcified
then slayed the dream of callous pride
its slick and oily scheme renounced the unapproachable divide.
.....even Houdini could only escape as far as fate and circumstance would let him.....supported though a superiority complex, this loss of control established a semi-permanent psychological affliction with dimensions at once both in the realm of the conscious as well as the unconscious......'echo'nomics of the soul and its mysterious decisions and uncertain characterizations.....a deeply disturbing elevation, but disallowing the disturbance to acclimate into anything more than another facet of extracellular manipulation.....because fuck it, i can outwit my cells.....biology is no match for mystical determination
Territorial.
at least experienced as such
the summit, rocked with spectacular vernacular
And then it came to me in spades and ergonomics, physical stresses
.....in understanding the ability to observe established behaviours
......in a wish to be subliminal, to regress and undress the static figures of reality
.....in imperialistic overtones
and unseal the envelope of excuse and misappropriation.
you'll die by the sword
learned to phase out 4th dimensional logistics today. sometimes via computational algorithms (algo'rhythms' maybe?). rhythms and visions. derisions.
raven skies and glazen lies.
an entire generation of spiritual corpses;
emersed in well-defined layers of complicity, mystifying the real in exchange for some dull sense of inclusion.
a mainstream ether dream.
and again i transmuted.
Groove Holmes on the move, roams.
enjoys razored semantics.
and skin-on-skin antics.
calculated public musings, abject observation choosings.
latent structures (blatant ruptures); an overwhelming urge to dichotomize and dolphinize.
a proverbially fat and furious creature subject to scandalous bouts of invention and descension.
below oblique spheres of colony and though the vast horizon,
Groove Holmes on the move, roams.
"fame was like a drug, but what was even more like a drug.....were the drugs"
cataleptic sceneries in forward lines of imagery, howling siren invades designated 'personal space', but dissipates with time and deliberate distraction. sequestered from community, ushered swiftly into alternative communicative zone, with low light, ventilation, and digital templates for exploration. this setting criticizes established modes of interraction, noting that journeys of solitude perpetuate self-awareness. however, judging that i'm at work and enjoy not being fired, i must evacuate and delve again into occupational hazardry.
it dawns on me that my timeframe does not coincide with computational time logic.
apparently i have transgressed that boundary!
no longer trusting clocks, i've decided to regroup and search for foodstuffs
12:54pm.....stumbling in the light of morning, haphazardly assembling clothes, footsteps, and other calculations in the faint glow of a hitachi monitor.....good morning, in fact it is morning!.....almost (this plan is going along brilliantly).....other vagaries expunge themselves with casual intentions, completely non-anarchistic and paying little attention to time.....responsibility free.
at what point did politics, administration, and economics become more important than music? it’s not that all forms of control are negative, but that the border between structure and repression is poorly defined. everything seems that it must possess some type of order, a logical and understandable progression with a definitive beginning and end. as Alfred Vitale claimed, those who embrace this linear definition of life are those same who attempt to impose an unfair restricting order on their world. frequently this translates into meaning the world of everyone else as well, evidently a bold prescription to Fascism.
only limit to genius is time or
chorus is to symphony
cycloptic inference of judgment
no historical base for arcana incognito
keyboard spiked! with acid and acrimony
a delusion of adequacy
cryptic scenery in alabaster blasphemy
Zounds. I'm in a blog. A fog of blog (that rhymes you know).
What else rhymes with blog? A frog. Let's make him do something. Zog the Frog was in a bog. Upon a log. Back from a jog.
If Zog was a bird or something, he wouldn't have to be in the godforsaken bog. But he isn't. So he's all fucked up. And depressed. Perhaps cold and alone. Kickin' himself in the nuts.
But if Zog the frog could leave the bog, most lik-e-ly, find death would he, but there he is (perched mightily) upon his log of sanctity.
And Zog suddenly realized that his life was pretty fuckin' sweet down in the bog.
