After the appalled derisions With which we watched The Decider’s decisions, At last this year we surface from the Sea of Fear Utterly playful again, like besotted otters; “Hoppy Holidays, as a frog might say,” I scribble daffily, Drunk sans liquor with glee,

                                            ask, andy goldsworthy

Ah, ahhh, we can tell stupid jokes again, verily.    more »

My dear Colin Wilson, a brilliant surveyor of human possibility, often speaks of the exhilarating ‘hawk’s eye view’ which liberates us to our purposeful strengths. For myself, I have settled upon the Lapidary View. I like to treat everything as if it were a jewel. Or rather more shockedly, sudden, surprised – everything as geode.

                                                         americanheirlooms

The first time I saw a geode, I fainted. The idea that in that apparently dreary rock gleamed this staggering dazzle of crystals like a cave a wizard must live in goaded my heart and brain to permanent agog. I knew at once that the geode was one of these ravishing runes the multiverse loves to spring on you. “Dja get it? Did you get it?” Well, it’d be tough to miss the delectable pagan message of the burning geode. “Everything is jeweled inside, dumbbell, if you crack it open and notice.”    more »

Beseechment for November 8. Please let me wake up in lollipop land.

                                       wayne thiebaud

There is a unicorn where where she walks music plays in the air and where her hoof falls the grasses are not bruised.    more »

One is, one supposes, with you and all the others, on the fulcrum of history, the cusp of history, a new constellation fraught with gigantic meaning, the blood, the song, the champagne in the blood, the sorrow as long as the shadows of late twilight.

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pogblog's Glossary amplifies pogblog's fierce & droll vocabulary -- both the coined or invented stuff & the nifty and nefarious words you may not have discovered yet; for people who love words as much as mangoes or a great forward pass or an icepick in Mr. Cheney's eye; or for the just plain baffled .. . . includes: amethyst; aleph; assonance; blogovel; blood-dimmed tide; Blue/Bleu; cf; chatoyant; clint; clive/full; crapaud; Digrif; e=mc2; eclectic; enfers sanglant; filigree; frabjous joy;

                                                                andy goldsworthy

frisson; full clive; funes; gallynipper; gateau; grb gamma ray burst; grok; gwatwareg; hasyasattva; hoi polloi; karlsputin rove; lq/lizard quotient; masochists; maw; meme; mobbal; multiverse/many-poem place; nada; obsidian humor; oneiro; passive belligerence; pinguid; pog; polyglot; reagan's law; riro/reptile in reptile out; spooner; spiteful puffadder; stynking synnes vile; sursurly; third base; toot doot; tzolkin; vouchsafe; vrai; wmd brain; wolfofwolfs & so4th; .. .. ..   more »

Dlareme is the galactic name for the Sol planet Earth, Tierra, Vuravura, Pamint, Aarde, Zeme, Toka, Ddaear, Daidig, Zemlja, Jeegoo.

.. ..In this particular Dlareme masterpiece, all these "fine isolated verisimilitudes" are notes played on your enchanted piano of material awareness with a holdable treasureness that no other degree of K (persistent kinesthetic) can invoke so sweetly or terribly or completely. .. ..   more »

In a sugar plum-colored daze, May the bounty of days amaze. The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese, The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers. Clowns somersault, salts clown around. We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels. Pluck luck from your pudding like plums. Succumb to plums. Steal style. Flaunt jauntiness. Hail heartiness. Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.    more »

"Spirit, mind, heart -- this is the trinity that people seek to comprehend, to tend, to organize. Then their life will be sweet, will be serene, will be complete. .. .. " Why is this not so?" Because of what no one can bear to attend to. Because of what seems �beneath us� as civilized persons. .. .. "Viscera. We ignore or disdain viscera to our implacable, even ferocious danger .. ..    more »

Part of the point is to do as much art as you can and stay hinged. The temptation is to dali or bosch and pterodactyl into the paisley skies of a benign madness. .. .. One of the rottenest and stupidest things is that people have attached success in art to frilthy lucre. Pifffle. Start your damn art today and be awful at it in the beginning. Bloody persevere. Eventually you get better. I think everyone should have an art that no one will ever see so they can just putter happily making mudpies in it and not worry what the spouse or the neighbor or any bloody anybody will say . .. .    more »

Writers are used to being in the hand of Fate. When you get your own voice for sure at last, it�s like being knighted. You never need doubt the holy voice again. Soon tho, you realize that you are really an amanuensis for Something Which Speaks. The Ego does not write. It receives, like a pagan communion, the elixir. You are alive in the runes, the 3D of your sentences as they unfurl, the sentiments into images, around you. It is the alchemy. .. .. But to trust this impulse in your own living story with its bank accounts and rain and culverts as well as the parrots� feathers is nothing if not risky. It�s being risqu� may well not make up for how risky it really is . .. .   more »

Lucid or elan or lively waking (& lucid or elan or lively dreaming, sooth said) is all a matter of deft attention. .. .. Attention is a substance. Attention can travel amongst the intersecting spheres of densities. Monsieur Einstein fussed about his e=mc2 which holds up pretty well in K1, the semi-standard shared steady or fairly predictable and persistent solidity. But attention -- the attention point can travel jaguar-like thru the forests of the night and of de-light. A=ec8 .. .. ..    more »

The gigantic & glorious & terrifying planetary changes of the next six years or so will be a lot more, well, fun for you if you both frantically and serenely gobble down the glamorous and nifty tricks, slick & delicate & brazen, of interweaving lucid waking & lucid dreaming, amigo, amiga. .. .. In the juggling integration of lucid waking & lucid dreaming, the leitmotif epistemological or practical trick is being deftly intent. The following tidbits give you a gist of what deft grokkedly means .. .. .    more »

Oh but Ace, I wanted to remark on the travails and trawoes of that creep Karl. If you don�t get him, we will. We just slap the Empathy SlashVolter into his brain and turn on the rerun of his life. Aw, it�s great. He feels everything the folks he villainized felt, but just slightly slowed down so the molecular drip of the shame and agony plays its full neuronic amplitude through his sullied synapses. No compartmentalizing here. Karl cannot partition off his lousehood in the full Quark Activation of the Empathy SlashVolter. The villainized get to download all their distilled dismay into his circuits. Fair is fair. He can�t run; he can�t hide. The Truth Dawg has got a perfect nose. And nothin� is hid from the Record. Every gasp of joy and wonder is recorded on the Akashic Vinyl, and every putrid moment. Ole Karl has to re-eat his own vomit .. .. .    more »

Some day this times-juggling will be routine, it will be overt, not covert. Still, few enough will be expert at it, have the psychic circus athleticism, the mastery, the danceryness to careen or dervish, pirouette through the portals as they randomly appear. It requires a deft concentration & an hilarity of mind, the new spherical empirical, skidding, skating, scudding, there is rhyme in time, and season, but no reason .. .. .    more »

"We have spent a lifetime perfecting our pernicious habits. If we could apply a modicum of that zeal and cunning to crafting positive addictions, we�d thrive, we�d soar, we�d gambol. .. .. .. Go on. Swallow radiance, guzzle radiance, snort radiance, shoot up radiance. Air should sear your soul; that you can breathe, that your eyes blink should shock you with glory and raw joy. Once pagan reverence has gotcha, once reverence is your modus operandi, once you�re hooked, you can just get on with living your life in a lively, passionate, sensible way. .. .. Once you get the balance point, you cannot unride the bicycle. Once you get the balance point, you cannot unswim. Once the black squiggles coalesce, crystallize, you cannot unread . .. .. .   more »

NEW .. What is up on this day when I�m about to step on a metaphysical landmine? .. .. . . I was simply wide-awake, sober, unstoned, normal. .. .. What makes it so rocking and shocking is its ordinaryess .. .. . If you�re not always deftly intent, the major & minor magics will pass you by .. .. .    more »

If we see consciousness vertically, a ladder to be climbed, we are falsely forced to see ourselves on the lower rungs staring up at the compassionate rump of the priest, guru, monk, shaman who precedes us to the heights. .. ..If, on the other hand, we rotate the axis of consciousness to be sideways, we can more correctly and coherently see the spectrum of our consciousness as including all the densities with no greater value implied. Just as in light, ultraviolet is not better than infrared, our less-dense experience is not better that our solid experience, only different .. .. .    more »

. . . in which we discover that our own dear earthbound realm is so high and glorious that non-carnates, responsible and derelict alike, shove and claw to get a ticket on this most intriguing of galactic roller coaster rides, Planet Earth. .. .. Don�t get me wrong -- I�m grateful for my non-carnate and semi-carnate experiences. Learning to fly, walking on water, floating through the ceiling. Giddy stuff. But I will not have us be a colony of heaven. We are the experts on relatively sequential time, on solid experience, on being able to actually eat a whole chocolate chip cookie, to drive where we�re going and not end up somewhere else. .. .. Our beloved realm is a masterpiece of reality engineering -- there is no higher place to be. Different, just different. I sometimes think that if I could get that single point across, I could be at peace. Of course that single point would change the world .. .. .    more »

What part does art play in solving the quantum equations of the next human leap into a kinder destiny?   more »

"If the keepers of the keys ripped open our brains and poured in joy, tore open our hearts and poured in beauty, they�d bloody deserve the job, but when was the last time you came out of any church, mosque, synagogue, or meditation hall laughing out loud, hugging the lamppost, grinning like a fool? .. .. "Imagine if you knew you were always in church, that each of your 2,522,880,000 seconds was under the Scrutiny and within the Freedom of the Divine. (These are our words too, you know, Freedom and Divine and SuchLike.) .. .. "Imagine if you knew that you could dare put your finger in the socket of the vivid universe. Indeed that you dare not not dare. .. .. "If you do not violently love the sky, you must be all but dead. Blue, all that blue, deeper than the blue sea. They should teach you radiance, how to find it, how to feel it, each of your two-and-one-half billion unrepeatable seconds" .. .. ..    more »

The Nobel Physics Prize people are sweet, but antique in their visions and versions. One of the recipients of the Nobel Prize for ultraviolet laser short-pulse-light study , Dr.Theodor H�nsch of Max Planck Institute of Quantum Optics in Garching, Germany and a professor at the Ludwig Maximilians University in Munich, says, �Eventually, we may be able to enjoy 3-D holographic movies.�

Eventually, like last night?

Oh, oh, oh, these pesky physics prof lads are so behind zee times, golly. Our brains do the 3D holographic movies we call dreams every night, physics doods .. .. ..   more »

Fegg. F[aberge]egg. Fegg. Simple, splendid, extravagant, delicious, reverent, jeweled. Fegg. It is seeing and tasting that richness in the little world that is fegg. One of the Earth Decorator's most fegg is, of course, the hummingbird, an outrageous jeweled miniature envied on all planets of all stars. "Ah, Madame Deco," an offworld Designer would sigh, hardly concealing stark envy, "How did you do it!?" Planet Designers are a good lot on the whole in spite of their universally being riddled with admiration twinned with envy. It's just that when you see something unbearably well done -- the concept, the craft, the flash, the diligence, it haunts the heart with gratitude that it has been done--and envy that you didn't think of it first. Gratitude and applause minutely outweigh envy .. .. .    more »

Using sharp focus at all depths of the image as our eyes do and a camera can't, Bechtle finally gets his homage, skin and auto-metal-skin reflections become eerily present; he handles the alchemic illusion with mastery, not overreaching, not distorting, -- displaying like a slave who's seen glory � touched glory even � displaying the preferred fa�ade (flesh, chintz, aluminum, stucco, garish cheap plastic back-yard chairs, asphalt) of the Goddess. "Yes, yes, Beloved who Breathes Us, whose luscious air dances in our baffled blood, I was your perfect servant this afternoon. I wash my paintbrushes tenderly and will stretch a new canvas tomorrow. I noticed with astonishment. I noticed with devotion." .. .. ..    more »

All the ocean. Every wave on every beach. The tumult. The surge. The purr of the lace flung up the tawny sand. The glisten. Listen. Attend. .. .. .. I am the Lordess. I do this and I do not cease. And I do this on every third planet of a billion billion suns. My name is Complexify. When you doubt, put your finger on my pulse and admire. I do do rather a lot to inspire. Every second that you forget, I remember .. .. .   more »

Of course. I knew at once the breathtaking truth. Our ideas of happiness are quite rigidly conditioned. We are all searching diligently or frantically for versions of happiness, items of happiness, that are imposed upon us by the subtle tyranny of the past. Birds of happiness are blue, we are quite sure. This tyranny is distinctly insidious. It prevents what?s happening right under our noses from being happiness. Instead we have restless, inchoate longings for happinesses defined, not by our own present deft attention, but by other agents. Parents, friends, movies, books, religions, the patterns of our own past .. .. .    more »

�I cannot believe that we just go to sleep at night and let day after day pile up like corpses along side the highway of history while these bastards loot and steal right out from under our noses and we do not whimper, not even like a kicked dog. Where in the hell, Obol, amigo de mi coraz�n, is our dignity and our sacred honor? Such sheepery and lemminghood disgust me about ourselves. They don�t even have to bestir themselves to defeat us. They must be putting saltpeter in the junk food. Are we tamed by aspartame?� .. .. ..   more »

When you look back from Y3000, it�s clear that what saved us from war, from state-sanctioned human sacrifice, was, as it is in Y3000, art and perception, an electric perception. Art-thirst replaces blood-thirst. Seeing art, doing art. And when we let loose all that art on the Planet, it shines pearlescent all the way to the FarStars . .. .. .    more »

�Because it should be vivid and squawking like a parrot, sudden on a jungle branch, mocking. Because it should be as fragile and potential as a dandelion puff. Because it should be putting your finger in the socket of the universe and being amazed at the bloody blazing. All tigers burn. All bushes burn. All walls burn. You dwell in a controlled conflagration of ferocious delicacy. Like the inside of a ripe pineapple, it�s all gold juice, your life.� .. .. .. .. Philosophy is a wolf, and she�ll bloody rip your throat out if you don�t become wise in the ways of the wild.� .. .. ..   more »

What does your mind weigh? Do some thoughts weigh more than others? Do thoughts of hummingbirds weigh less than thoughts of Sisyphus' damn boulder? Where's the periodic table from Imagining a Slow Dance With You to Planning French Toast to Obsidian Humor? This stuff is anti-entropic. .. .. .. I can't wait for the extra-physics to be contemplated, pursued with the lithe zeal that we had with Fig and other adventurers in K1 physics. .. ..   more »

?Oh Frankie Kafka ? we thought you?d covered the silent despair, the peculiar, the creepy traps the modern Greed-Ridden World was chaining the frolicsome souls of men in. The self-inflicted conformity that we walked unwhipped back into our cages, our lionhearts dazed, our wild bright eyes glazed. That was then we thought in the often brighthearted Sixties. Now we see, now we?ll be free. No one ever imagined, I swear to you, that that, that your time was the mild, the less lethal version of the crippling disease of Greed and of Greed?s slavering handmaiden War.? -----------------------------7d621a2e301bc Content-Disposition: form-data; name="republish_time_type" current   more »