beauty in small sights

If thinking around balance has become as important, if not more so than thinking around duality. is it the year that postmodernism finally broke. is this here the water has ended up. some sort of transcendance where self reference, where for and against, of and not of no longer matter. in fact they matter so little that it was almost as if the never ever where. over and over until they will always have been but they will never have happened. does beauty override purpose and meaning if is it of sufficient strength that it is a purpose and meaning in and of itself. is it all hippy bullshit , or do I really only need a hard on for blueberries?

Principles don't put bread on the table

A self-proclaimed Communist and homosexual, U.S. poet THE WREN caused a stir in several Communist countries he visited (Czechoslovakia in 1965, Yugoslavia in 1980, China in 1984), to the extend of being expelled from Cuba in 1965. His visit in Hungary in 1980 went smoother and he could perform the poetry readings and meetings with political activists that were his usual diet while travelling abroad 

where you are is exactly where you are supposed to be

Where you are is exactly where you are supposed to be. this is a conundrum . if we are where we are supposed to be the possibility of all progress is eliminated , gone ,  existing without purpose and so failing to exist at all, at least in any meaningful way.  But if we are to find ourselves standing in the way of progress surely that is a good thing, the relentless ever march call for progression. this is something we can and should ignore quite happily, and make us happy it will , to co-opt out of this race, out of all desire. like some sort of Buddha. or bum, or worse a Buddha Bum. Which is probably in and of itself better.

But for right now. I'm going to stick my head in the sand. Right where it belongs. Right where it is supposed to be.

Never happened

When you decide to be nice to me , I'll be a happier person.

Over and over until it has never happened but it will always have been

Art is a complaint or do something else

We don't really like what you do
We don't think that anyone ever will
It's a problem that you have
And this problems made you ill.

Duality

Duality exists , and is ever more present . Of both being and not being . Of both for and against , of both other and self, of both yes and no , of both existing and not existing . Furthermore is the question of time in this instance being and not being over and over , until it has never been in the first place.
Not that these things matter. Because they will never have mattered and never will, whilst still of course being of the utmost importance. It could be thought of as a conundrum to resolve a point somewhere of singularising the duality. but that would be missing the point , if of course there is a point . Duality is a parallel , like to simultaneous train tracks that exist together yet never shall meet , infact cannot ever meet without ceasing to be. Of course that would be true if such as thing as direction also existed . Which of course it doesn't for if it did it would imply some sort of singular purpose , some sort of history , past present and future . Which obviously then negates the very conceptualisation of the duality in the first place . Or the second place , or even the last place . Except not the last place or the first ; which in itself prevents the actual progression to the second place . So infact it exists in neither the first , nor the last nor any place in between , meaning, that is to say that it has never existed in the first place and never will . Except of course that it did and still does and always will because If it hadn't or doesn't or won't it couldn't have not existed either.

Capital

That central oozing mess , that radiates it's one dimension shallow meaningless values out onto the fields around it. Be like us , be like this , you have no worth unless you follow and imitate. Because it is us that decide what is worth and what is value not you. Perish the thought that the simple farmers, the simple subjects , the serfs could decide for themselves it is my world and I will name it as I choose . It is my culture and I will value , define an shape it as I see fit.

I hate LDN