FOCUSING FROM FUSTICATION

when overwhelmed by loud noises or several people talking at once.....I discovered, long ago, that the best thing for me to do...is re-focus...replacing the stimuli to one sense to that of another.......especially on nearby sharply defined objects, which seems to muffle the edges of my diminishing constraints. Yellow, with green, is especially effective....... I think this is one reason that I became a photographer.....to re-focus on still, visual stimuli rather than endure cacophony.....

ON REMEMBERING EX=ATLANTAN ARTIST, LENDON SADLER, SADLY.....

 After moving to Atlanta, and quickly discovering the 'STRIP'.....one thing led to another.....to the ambiguous, gender non-specificity of the 14th St. Demi-monde of hedonistically narcissistic underground performance artists, drifting in the clouds of pot smoke and hallucinogenic conceptual art and film-making.....Mother David's weird spawn of luminous creatures spread across the country to foster self-discovery and immerse themselves in even stranger, Big City climes......

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gL1OfzJCL18

GIA ADVENTURE IN LONDON

 Hobnobbing at Goldsmith's Hall, Oct, 1981......at the 50 Years of Gemmology, Golden Jubilee.....Meeting all the then famous gemologists, Richard Liddicott, head of GIA, Robert Crowningshield and Dr. Eduard Gubelin, the 'father' of modern gemology...with my friend Jeannie Litchfield......At a dinner party, afterwards, at Lloyds of London....I was treated to 'see'...not touch!.....the deBeers collection of rare colored diamonds......one thing leading to another, I met the Lady Mary Grosvenor, who took me to her bank vault and handed me a box of jewelry worn by her ancestors, instructing me to 'take them to Atlanta and sell them.....whispering, a bit drunk, "I can't sell them in London because my friends will think I 'need money'!" This was the 'lift off' for my career at that time...

I DIDN'T GIVE A FIG THEN, AND DON'T NOW........'Be who you want to be, do what you want to do.....before 'Reality' stamps out YOU'.... (The Sopwith Camel...1967...Kama Sutra Records)

Another 'ad'.....for a Circus 'side show'......locals lined up to see the 'Freaks'.......i thought...at 12....hmmm......'aren't we all a bit of each sex?'......then headed to Dunnavant's Dept. Store, downtown, and bought a pink shirt and a pink and black bow-tie, a pair of suede shoes with inlaid dice, bleached my hair and put on a pair of pink shorts under my not-then-stylish corduroy jumpsuit.......feeling just fine with that! Gender role-playing seemed, even then.....sort of arbitrary and institutionalized.........there are animals, and plants that even change their 'sex' to accommodate environmental or social conditions......big deal! i've always felt most comfortable around those that exist in the Demi-monde.....the world of Art and Literature......Vita Sackville-West and Quentin Crisp are my spirit animals, after all.........

STUFF CARVED ON PALEOLITHIC CAVE WALLS.....STILL 'CARVED' INTO DNA, THEN REINFORCED BY RELIGIOUS CUSTOM,......

When perplexed by the goings on of the World......my thinking reverts to more philosophical, theoretical thinking, which allays my anxiety about how incredibly stupid it all appears to be......

"NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES IT IS DIVIDED, THE UNIVERSE IS STILL INFINITE, FOR EVEN WHEN LEFT WITH TWO PARTICLES, THE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM SEEMS TO STILL BE INFINITE, RELATIVE TO POINT OF VIEW, WHICH IS ALWAYS OUTSIDE THE INSIDE......" Veristes

Everyone 'sees' it all from his own limiting consciousness....and believes that the view though his own prejudices is, somehow, some absolute Reality.......Fashionable thinking is just a miniskirt that will, in the blink of the Cosmos, be as embarrassingly out of style as the once accepted belief that the world is a flat plane at the center of the Universe......or the pop song that was once thought to certainly become a classic.....to be revered for generations to come......but is now forgotten, except by those whose never left the context of that Time.... Religions are but frozen concepts, best left in the dark caverns from which they emerged, with the glowworms that inspired the primitive brains that that spoke to those who could be both placated and controlled by the nonsensical dogmas that postured as the Reality of a few words.....the interpretation of the then unknowable.......Slice it, dice it, then kick around the pieces, like the stones of Babble.....each, subsequently picking up his grain of sand from the rubble, thinking it must reveal the Grand Enigma or be a clue to some plan for Eternity......when, in actuality, it is but a fragment from which little can be extrapolated by even the most reverential observations, of the relative vastness that it was once a part of.......When one considers the possibility that from something even smaller than this grain, whole constellations of galaxies evolved.......Well, all this seems presumptuously inane and simplistic......

THE DETRITUS OF EXPECTATIONS

  10 years ago, I posted some words about letting go of non-mutually-beneficial relationships.....Not so easy, as people..myself included... tend to perpetuate predictably co-dependent scenarios.....Yesterday i made a few difficult decisions and unfriended some "friends" that, over years to decades,increasingly offered practically nothing and that i had become indifferent toward or that had defined the parameters of 'relationships' by limits, restraints, apathetic indifference or inexpressiveness.......What's the point? Many of my friends from youth are dead....I don't want zombies to replace them........communicative vitality...well...yes!

THE CRITIC........WITH A LOADED 'GUN' OF WORDS..........

'Shooting himself in his foot' before his Tantalean uphill climb..... still following the assumption that 'goals' are 'up there, somewhere'...... relic logic from generations of ideational apraxial thinking..... when, actually, the 'goal' is within thinking, more than the external manifestation of preconceptions, shared with billions that act on their prejudices and concrete constructs, unaware that these are the limiting formulae for their 'original' thinking...... thus, resigning them to being critics rather than artists......

AKA......"VERISTES"....... Nom De Plume for this writer.....Reed.....who actually does all the thinking...and writing....and Art... for him.........

Veristes is just a facet of an intricate equation.......naked in Thought alone......

.......Yet, there are those that have isolated it as a singular manifestation....and choose to love or do war with it! I am both flattered and annoyed.....z(n+1) = z(n)^2 + c wherein

"c" is x+iy, corresponding to any point on the (x,y) coordinate plane and the result of one calculation of the fractal equation, as this becomes the z input to the next calculation, ad infinitum, ad naseum ad exhaustion....This format for viewing Mind, expressed in the co-ordinates of imagined mindscape can be highly unsportsmanlike and makes the development of significant relationships a struggle of wit and imagination......as the constructs of thinking fold back into the darkness of unexplored territory......bringing light, or awareness, to tissues, newly awakened to consciousness.....it is inevitable that the reptile brain will be in the spotlight and forced, by coercion, to waggle it's tail, thusly twitting the dunes of the time-space continuum.....the sleeper must awaken!

A BIT OF A MOOD INDIGO TODAY, HAVING HEARD OF MY OLD FRIEND, BEN SMITH'S DEATH THIS MORNING