Monday, October 4, 2010

the emotional ... sometimes

the emotional state / this interruption, for short / what that consists of. / always pulling people into / novel terms but / somebody says something / sentiments, only sometimes

In prison or in the tekkes, the rebetes did not have the luxury of a small orchestra. In prison this would have been forbidden, and in the tekkes it would have attracted the unwanted attention of the police.
As a Roman citizen I decided to notify the civil power and rescue myself from my dreadful predicament by appealing to the Emperor....I managed to shout 'O' loudly and distinctly, but that was all; I was unable to pronounce the word 'Caesar'. My discordant bray so annoyed the bandits that they whacked and poked at my miserable hide until it felt hardly fit even to make one of those leather sieves for bolting corn.
Somatic jolts and intellectual stability -- two conflicting interpretations, to be sure, but perhaps also two extremes on the continuum of mid-eighteenth-century culture and aesthetics. But above all, it is in the specific formulation of violently clashing sounds as antidotes to ennui, in the perceived ability of dissonance to jolt bodies and at the same time keep in check the effects of such violence through aestheticization, that mid-eighteenth-century concepts of auditory perception transcended the obsolete aesthetics of affect and began to articulate a concept of the listener as an ego.
“I should have thought,” said Murphy, “that the radiator was secondary to the gas.”

He had brought the radiator to the garret, set it down on the floor and stood back to imagine it lit. Rusty, dusty, derelict, the coils of asbestos falling to pieces, it seemed to defy ignition. He went dismally away to look for gas.
He seemed illuminated by his discovery, but undecided: was he going to transform it into uncontrollable laughter, or into oratorical procedures?

"What an idiot I am!" said he, choosing the second course.
This seems a fairly plausible view of the status of the arts and sciences in human society. The occurrence of a supply independent of Corpus demands, its possibility or presence, is a question that the social limitations of our critical language prevent us from raising with any degree of humane intelligibility.
(And what is perfect English?) Its strange lurches of idiom and vocabulary remind us, as "A"-18 did, that dictionaries are poor guides to a language. "Overcome" in "have not / overcome the / age of / 35...." (p. 412) probably seemed a logical synonym for "attained."
Like a tropical storm,
I, too, may one day become "better organized."

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-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

I giveth unto thee,
my just and worthy liege,
a wild, odor-free, exaggerated ride;
yet, intoxicatingly illustrious:

Why else does a moth fly FROM the night
than to a bold, attractive candle Light??
Don’t let His extravagant Brilliance be extinguished.
You’re creative, yes?
Then, fly-away with U.S. to the antidote…

Whether you obtain moralityB4mortality to wiseabove
or just glean tantalizing specimens for thy next best seller,
you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
which has taken this sinfull mortal yeeeeers to compile!
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An IQ much higher than K2?
An anti-establishment, savvy victory +
avant-guarde-humility =
withe extraordinarily explosion of maelstrom mellowdramatic??
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(with a most-excellent-detector of bull§ht):

“Faith, hope, and love,
the greatest of these is love –
jump into faith…
and you’ll VitSee with love”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
God believes in you.

Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
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PS “It is impossible that anyone should NOT receive all that they have believed and hoped to obtain; it gives Me great pleasure when they hope great things from Me and I will always give them more than they expect”
-our Lord Jesus to Saint Gertrude

…think about it, girl…
1-outta-1 perishes in 88ish years;
1-outta-1 shall be Divinely Judged;
1-outta-1 goes in either direction then,
depending how WE sinfull mortals
have lived, is where WE go for eternity:
Seventh-Heaven -or- the Abyss o'Misery.
Yes, dear, life’s extremely tough now;
yet, life’s extremely short now:
then, WE have the length and breadth of eternity
to consider where our decisions have placed U.S.
And Satan’s working overtime to steal your indestructible soul.
Don’t let that sly, smooth, sinfull Liar.
I choose Heaven.

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

Sorry 'bout calling you a girl.
You have my sincerest apologies.
God blessa youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL