To start anytime soon
It’s sort of reminiscence of a flick off Netflix, flowers in the attack and not to break a heart r anything like that, nor intended to shadow it for or aft.
Found time found, so begin the begin, with no apprehensions trying not to allude any over the top unbounded dimensions, But This Time Will Finish and if interruption as a necessary break from the reality of this type of compulsion, then be it, it truly is what it is.
And anytime it is preempted by another writer, please feel free, and my cutting back may mean absolutely more than just again a muse grabbing gesture that’s all.
But maybe should have gone meta, could have spared such idiocy but let’s see what goes and then duly follow through.
So this story is about a boy, a great beautiful boy bouncy and happy.
Remember him in flashes of memory now, and as I look back to the failure of other start ups, try this time to minimize the damage of a Carolyn aborted iidea, somewhat, going in like a lion coming out sheepish, by telling a different way of dealing with the rush:
Don’t expect much, be concise, to the point, without too much repeated disappointing style loss.
Go regular map: characters, perhaps dialogue, plot, setting etc etc?
Kind of, but inter piercing dialogue ok here and there but no mini-play, avoid that like the plague, there are and will be no dramatis personae here, only ordinary people.
Where it begins can begin anytime, so here comes Chris, following his brother John after five years, happy healthy , loveable kind.
He looked the picture of all the good things coming to him, John always jealous of the new competition, mixed feelings reflecting the coming general ambiguity.
Had rapport with him. His brother more toward his mother Shirley’s mode of familial Asian mind set in an overabounding imminence, not all translatable into a well seasoned reasoned out follow throughs asif, one thing always following another.
Chris was not like his brother, better looking, happier, a wanna be breakout asap,
These are cuts many more to follow, he went along with cut up prriods that showed his tendency of realizing social pretense going way down the line, and had an excuse for it. His firsts were unremarkable except a few near misses,
One time Shirley and I went to Las Vegas cause we are both risk takers and back then hotels were out of range, that was when The Sands, The Frintier and the Sahara were not the behemoth scraping the skyes allowing the snaking in-between squeezed streets letting the tumultuous masses of Californian weekend warrior risk takers squeeze into their luxurious many storied venomous clutches of blood and money letting.
The mob was still there, their presence subdued, and most of their Vivian e now just a fable, but no one wants to loose their credit, fearful of future receptions
So one day, Chris was about 6 months old, and I know this vignettick conglomeration will cast a long long shadow here, on our resolve to appear responsible- a sham, but then complete honesty, as a confessional tool, is necessary, if this sort of narrative to make any real sense, for honesty, honestly is the best policy, so it was just Shirley and me with baby Chris, and you can’t take a baby to a casino so we decided to leave him in the motel room.
Put him on the King sized bed, built a holding pattern around him, for he was asleep and to avoid him toddling off, built of pillows, look ok, and if anything he would in a worst scenario happened that he would fall, it would be on cozy, fluffy carpeting, and not far and unencased to crawl to.
It was a safe environment, besides the casino was next door, within comfortable walking distance plus we promised each other to be back in less then a half an hour, which seemed ok because he had just fallen asleep.
We were winning, not much but in that day one could make a little money with those older types of one armed bandits, as quarters magically clanged into a receptacle underneath. But then, and I always had a premonition gift as long back as I remember, a strange uneasy feeling felt strangely disturbing, leaving my wife to in her engulfed state of expecting a big payout. Rushed apprehensively to the low rent downtown motel, my heart beat surging, listening to any cry or movement inside, and before the key let it’s hold from it’s encasemrnt completed, the apprehension subsided to a god felt calm.
A very close call revealed the child’s head a half an inch above the rising water, he bravely holding his little head , no sign of fear , and that was the first time I started to worry about the possibility of a memetic-genetic connection in the general sense of risk taking, and the questions of responsible convergence did not yet occur, because we were young, so young back then.
Flouts interruptus good news for self- going to lake taking grandkids all four excepting Ayden, must get internet resource more then one for to last 7 days, lake dies have limited internet service except at the dock, but will be out for a week and need to finish vignettes in the interim, oh God help , dunno why this incessant itch can not scratch, it’ll never be published not the point more the in significance in sude kind of like the son of Katherine Hepburn listening to his cousin Liz Taylor, describing between heart wrenching lapses of her cousin not writing a one liner this summer, suddenly, before being carted off…
No, not nearly, but gotta build on something , right!?
So little time so much to think about before leaving, John’s birthday is on the second of August, mine on the fourth, he was supposed to be born on the fifth as well, came early two days early- just in something happened to one of the eagles- the one who sang new kid in town.
So need to buy some rechargers, the three girls only going up for the weekend, coming back with Johnny and Raquel his wife, but John-John staying with us for the whole week, I dunno, hope it will flow along quietly as the don, not the kind al pachinko and other family bosses but the river flowing that I merely skimmed infatuating with the Russians after spending a month with mom reading notes from underground.
For anyone who may be reading this work
In pro grass
Sorrily found that the lake has no internet, so yours truly , sadly, will be off line until August 11.
Have a great summer what’s left of it until we meet again
Got a spell here a minute - abstraction totally dissimilated now
Signs:
Three signs
One my supposed classmates 60 years ago since sailing lake Minnetonka have I know, disinclined me to attend sailing the same lake Calhoun that sixty yes sixty years ago we did all night full of hope and knowing we will get to positions of real association, well they did , and I always knew better, not knowing known but a feeling which maybe Nichiren could have guessed, but he only heard what Shakyamuni really whispered of
Two
My grand daughter thinks I am messing with people’s minds, and that was last night after the Bryan Adams devistingly haunting concert, a beautiful soul, his sometime mentor Tina Turner, another one whose life was a chant, chanson, chanted out for eternity’s sake.
So told grand daughter that messing around was a good thing but did not mention Sakamhuny, then as a refrain added that I really don’t mess with anyone’s mind, and if appear so, then it is a good warning in case you get too comfortable with being too awfully trusting, some of which can be traced back to my own daughters drug induced fatality.
Will be at the lake soon, and vignettes will continue to add page by page, hoping will find internet again.
Three. Why the suspected rejection and why so rationalized acceptance?
My best friend Craig passed a few years ago, and that says volumes about how that effected a so what if others didn’t like me or cared much, for my self is beginning to emerge as a archaic skeleton, of very formidable muscle and skin, tightly holding in the guts within, that my Prussian/Swabian mix has forbade me for all eternity to relax or abandon, and the artsy glow of Holderlin exposed my great late fathers’ admission, never ever let go at even the cost of v crazed insanity.
That was beat, very very beaten, into and etched within the skin, below even the carcass, into that hiddenness below that’s suspect of being the uncut double soul-ed amalgams which caused to find the fear of exposure, leading to the study of enlightenment in it’s severest form, the myopically induced underground if that makes any sense.
How beat , well released partly through the beats, the summer of 69, croons Bryan Adams into the night, ( he 18, Mr 33 at the time) and I knew felt us together, in this moment in time , but really, kind id
Three
I get that from I lover philosophy as well, and adds to my apprehensions of bad faith and presently as me/other speak, but see can’t do otherwise cause born that way, exactly as lady Gaga openly says.
That’s three and that is partly why can’t let go .
Course it will make a difference maybe a dent , but then the reactions are not yet to be apprehended
For now then
You are so good at SEOing your vignettes, Meno_.
Too bad I’m not a search engine!
Oh, wait…
…longer.
the olds/news:
ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopic.p … 0#p2897220
We can never double up and pre tend a non cut up version, and we really can imagine it, and that’s all which counts
And besides all this cutting . Splicing reforming there idea of it , is a sine quo non.
Now drained, in two days off to lake and can only recount about my grandson and Shirley my grand daughters and my son and his wife who will abandon ship cause they got to go back to work.
If no further plug in available and of course internet source, a consequent weeks off bored silence will ensue much to our cha grin.
pretangled
Sorry bout that
Yes pretangled and so it may appear, like a stage filled with marionette, thinking it trying to think straight.
Be as it may, a countuniation to the subject of a new world order, wh
Subject of NWO, re the part where a dream, recollectable with out re-view, literally bout the dream
The dream of keys and how she could not lock it from the inside, and the same night I recalling a dream where in another room , suppose, there played the little boy, my little boy, contested by others’ other, played inoculously, and a huge elephant near him swinging his long nose, a trunk, luckily not filled with the water of salvation spraying on him, a huge Beasley friend , at any rate.
So what means this all?
The neutral room between in, the between heaven and hell door of pre-ceotion, where the abysmal on on side gleaning towar the right, at least not farther then the 6 th hell if a mirror to re flextime the exact composition , copy of heaven.
So warned Shirley if she can find the key, that key that is adaptable to universal specifics to open both doors from either side, then go slow because the depth , even that first hellish place , contains beings terrified of the light, so I tell her to open just a crack, otherwise those beings so very much used to a vampiristic existence , may literally burn up after being double sliced, which is pretty close to the methods used in Tibetan tradition of breaking the carcass , up, every bone and cartilage, before hauling up to the existentially repetitious tedium of parts weighing just slightly less then beareable, and repeat after repeat , re incarnate the whole tedious bidy into it’s reassembling/reconstructed self.
Now warning about loosing the fearful and tripod sting back into their beckettish, as it were, or is spaces and revised spaces, all cut off, from the main stream, well even if, that is the point necessary that the saying goes: ‘no pain no gain’ , poison to medecine cure begins, but only if you dare.
Modern postmodern dribble inspired and foreshadowed a plenty behooves this way, the rising tide of labeling massive societal establishments would not like nothing better than to reform that middle room that the ego occupies and forbids to leave, with a huge ‘no exit ‘ sign preponderantly glaring, as if written in stone, even if that stone be a huge diamond as big as a city.
Whic is why the lotus sutra is pre-eminent out of the other two: the heart Syracuse and the diamond sutra.
The overriding value that determines that choice is, that the Lotus Sutra was inspired by Nichiren to be resonated through and through by the calculated efforts of Leibnitz, so as to form that parallel idiom by which science can be objectively supposed, a far off allusion to the artificial semblance to resembling architecture that basic forms have been subjected to. This