TWATTLE OF ORBITING THOUGHTS

THEN, THERE IS A GRANITE BOULDER,

AS GROWN FROM THE EARTH, HERCULEAN,

RISING ABOVE ANCIENT VEGETATION.









    SPCTR by DAC Crowell

Sadness on a beautiful afternoon.........

    Ladislav Jelinek plays Liszt by Ladislav Jelinek

For a while now........

for a while,
I've been visiting just about every emotional situation that I know of.....
the sane side of the exaggerations behind which I bow,
cloaked in white, invisible to those seeking light from the incomprehensible void of darkness,
always beyond mortal thinking.....
that which these same have worshiped .....
that which not yet manifests to our consciousness,
that which parades as the highest art and philosophy,
but that which has yet to assuage the lives through which we search;
records uncoiling from the infinite expanses between faint electrical charges.........


 


    Unspoken by Jami Sieber

cleanerupper

A bit of a cleanfreak.........yep!..........here I am, cleaning the squeezemop after cleaning the floors.......

OUTPOSTS IN REMOTE CREVICES

  

  The Kirghiz Light - CD 1 by Rapoon

Reading Whitman's "OUT OF THE CRADLE, ENDLESSLY ROCKING"......

When the snows had melted—
when the lilac-scent was in the air,
and the Fifth-month grass was growing,
Up this sea-shore, in some briers,
Two guests from Alabama—two together,
And their nest, and four light-green eggs, spotted with brown,
And every day the he-bird, to and fro, near at hand,
And every day the she-bird, crouch’d on her nest, silent, with bright eyes,
And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them,
Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.

WHAT IF.....

my twin brother had lived.....? I have always felt "incomplete".......

Journey to Other Worlds by Satori

TISSUE OF LIES

Viskningar och rop


A fine line of malice stretches across your face,
pulling the flesh taut against your cheeks.

In my madness, I see what is not for me to
see.....
It vanishes if I wink, giving it time to
hide.......

Or is it my imagination?
My gates are open to the jackal and the virgin.
Both enter laughing,

In my blindness, they are the same.

Lamarckian inheritance

Mendel's 1st Law.......The two members of a gene pair segregate from each other during meiosis; each gamete has an equal probability of obtaining either member of the gene pair......evolved into modern laws of genetics, wherein it is universally accepted that the genes from progenitors determine the fixed genetics of their offspring.  However, it is now accepted that mutation of these genes occurs as the organism adapts to circumstances that may have not been present earlier in the history of the genome of a species.....Lamarck implied, without the utilization of modern evolutionary or genetic science, that circumstance may alter the process of "fixing" the organism, thereby allowing for changes predicated by the chemical processes that have occurred during early development and possibly even by modifications made subsequent to the youth of the organism.    My favorite example is the giraffe......giraffes that stretch for the high-growing berries are more likely to locate food that shorter-necked giraffes cannot reach, thereby modifying the gene that determines neck length, insuring that their offspring will be more suited for survival.    In humans, which are capable of conscious alteration of behavior,  both the intellectual, emotional and even "psychic" aspects of being may be genetically modified by the consciously altered constructs which determine personality as well as the sheer physical adaptations that they make to accommodate change.  Thought is as transformative as physical adaptation to our needs.  

    Scenes of Travel by Eleanor Hodgkinson

listen as you go there....... what is there?

 


    Quieting by Lydia McCauley

Tom's Dressing Room

I dressed in my room, my mother dressed in her modest bath......my stepfather, Tom, however.....built a lavish dressing room for himself adjoining his bathroom, with an over-sized tub and separate shower stall....actually the grandest room in our home!  

SEEING CLEARLY, AS THOUGH THERE WERE ORDER IN UNIVERSES

 
For it is the order of the world of internalization  that manifests in
one's emotional Life,  perhaps.   Look around you and you will see what
needs doing and what one should not persist in perpetuating; futile
results having been the bitter fruit of highly emotional and
intellectually misconceived intentions...



the outside IS the inside......the real control panel for our Lives is just our externalizations,  manifest as perceptions  of our  innermost being....

 


    VERISTES by Adam Fielding

MY MIND HAS BEEN RACING AT THE SPEED OF LIFE

MARTY......

 For 20 years I had breakfast or lunch with Marty. Storch.....We discussed Life in general and his experiences at Auschwitz in particular, where Marty was compelled to do electrical repairs for Nazi prison  SS members to stay alive!  Marty attempted many times to persuade me to ghost write a book about his horrid experiences in Nazi prison camp; however, I always declined, making hundreds of attempts to convince him that he should try to forget that time of his life.....Nevertheless, Marty was, though deeply depressed, always cheerful and supportive of others.   I am so saddened by his death....sigh.....

 

A MAN NAMED MARTY If you've ever had breakfast in Buckhead, at the White House on Peachtree, you might have noticed the same guy eating at the counter for over 30 years. People thought he looked like George Burns. He was always simply dressed in clothes that sometimes came from another era. That man was Marty. What most diners at the cafe didn't know was the real story behind this 5'5" giant of a man. Fourteen years ago, Marty was diagnosed with malignant lung cancer. Doctors told him that all they could do was administer heavy doses of radiation to buy him a little time, six months or so, before the cancer would take his life. As always, Marty respectfully smiled at the doctors. He didn't question or even complain about his prognosis. He went through his treatments, making friends with doctors and nurses, who all admired his cheerful positive attitude. His spirit, his humor and his amazing strength were part of his rock solid build. When I asked him how he was dealing with having cancer, he instantly replied "If Hitler didn't get me, this won't either." And he meant it. He lived to tell his story of the Holocaust, wanting to make some sense of the atrocities he witnessed. Marty told his story in schools, at The Breman Jewish Heritage Museum, and to others who recognized the value of meeting such a man. He wanted to use his pain and his sorrow, his loss of family and dignity for a good purpose. He especially wanted to make his message one that would have impact on the lives of children. He conveyed his story so that his audience could understand the fragility of life and the importance of family. He knew what it was like to have it all taken away. The letters he received in response to his lectures were his trophies. They served to validate the good things that come from bad experiences. The love of Marty's life was his wife Dora. Marty and Dora met after they were liberated from Concentration Camps. He fell in love with her instantly, promising her a good life with all of the security and support she would ever need. He kept his word, far exceeding her expectations. Their love and devotion to one another stayed strong for over 62 years. With boundless energy and an ironclad work ethic, he was a success as a grocer and later as a real estate developer. Marty Storch died peacefully at St. Joseph's Hospital.

Movements In The Moment by Rhonda Lorence

Diversion

Yard Crew, Fall, 1970

with Steve and Nancy featured in the foreground.......oddly enough...the four friends at the far back are all dead....will I be next? Just coincidence, perhaps!

Glenn Gould - Bach - BWV 828 - 5 - Sarabande

all the emotion in the Universe.......