Anoushka Shankar-indian Raga jog amazing performance

The Undiscovered Brando....

'almost' two pages from Marlon Brando's copy of "The Undiscovered Self: The Dilemma of the Individual in Modern Society" ....about the comprehension and subsequent understanding of unconscious processes that battle for dominance and survival within the constructs that form and perseverate within our brains and manifest in our beliefs and actions; and, admonishments about dwelling in pop mediocrity rather than intellectually beyond the mass norms of 'acceptable' dogmatic thinking.....

I think Brando was aware of the naive complicity that can bring about what seems to 'be'.....that can place a fool like our president, on his throne and elect an adulatory congress of self-serving howler monkeys to low 'high' places.......as though they had the capacity to do our thinking for us......

THE STRUGGLE TOWARD CONSCIOUSNESS

125 Drafts....to work, toward 'completion'.....This morning, working on a dozen of these writing/imaging Projects....I fell into slumber, from not having slept the night 'away'......During this brief tourney between awakening consciousness and slumberland 'dreaming' .....it 'seemed', to the 'always awake' part of my brain, that the 'always asleep' part was trying to erase the prestidigitations of Art, and replace these remunerations for creative Thought...with more mundane considerations.......In the Dream, within a dream, contained by the 'freezing' of my body's involvement with sleep-walking and semi-conscious scribbling, by the light of a 2 1/2 watt yellowish light, coming through the galley windows of a childhood metal ship's portholes.....enough interplay between light and shadow passed through my thin upper eyelids to initiate a sequence of 'dream images' and faint, but 'present' motion......Then, within the dream that was being 'disassembled and obliterated', arose another dream, that....awakening with startled apprehension, tearing off the cloak of repressive chemistry that the New Brain casts about the old, reactive gizzard of the 'Old Brain'....I emerged from the imagined respite of Slumberland, with a clear and highly-detailed story, complete with pictures and sounds, but lacking dialogue.....but, as I reached for a pen and a notepad to scribble the shorthand trail of crumbs...back to the 'Story', now retreating to the dark, unconscious inner sanctum of electrically-charged tissues, wrapped in that bony cage.....It was gone! Nowhere to be 'seen'......I am determined to 'get There', nevertheless.....Already, even awake, under the influence of Java, bits and pieces are coalescing....Then, I will manifest all of 'this/that with the glue of creative imagining....The agents of repression and sublimation will, I'm certain, demand that I immolate the product of such expression....paper in fire...or just in frustrating 'crumbling'....tossed to the trash can......

JAFF'S PORTRAITS FROM MEMORY.......

almost a half century have passed.......

from Jaff's Series of 'portraits of friends'....from memory..... This 'portrait of me' from a distant memory, as we have not actually 'seen' one another...in the flesh...in decades, now...

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Jacob Tremblay Does His Best Seth Rogen and Arnold Schwarzenegger Impres...

THE BEATLES! THE BEATLES!....ENOUGH OF THIS!

A track listing for a compilation CD that I worked for hours to assemble....well, not really....Miqel's the 'man'...psych-out, acid-heads and space-freaks.......They don't even play this stuff on Art School radio stations!.... I was temporarily 'relieved of my position' as a 'disk jockey' at WRVU, in Nashville, for subjecting students to 'way too alternative' music......'Give them what they want!', I was ordered by the station manager..... "How about......I get the 2 am time slot?....a different audience, perhaps?"....

On reading a Post by Tom Harper......

Even less distanced from the repressive 1950's....I was dumped into the 'hands' of the 'Fugitives" and "Agrarians", Robert Penn Warren, Donald Davidson, Allen Tate, John Aden and John Crowe Ransom.....and some now forgotten academic scholars and poets.......in 1963, of course, I thought 'What do 'they' know!....they're 'school teachers, aren't they? Isn't Faulkner the 'one'?" I never met James Dickey, until he visited Rupert Palmer, my English Dept. 'Advisor', as I sat in 'Dr." Palmer's office, being upbraided for being 'too cryptic....with too little respect for the 'writing of the past'.....Dickey dropped in with some advice: "Go for the Money!".......I thought, then, that I should have gone for the degree in Evolutional Biology and Genetics.....but the typewriter was far more appealing than the slide rule and monocular microscope, then......Hmmm, maybe I should have gone to 'ART SCHOOL'...This 'Place' wasn't MY idea, to begin with....but Mother's......It was 'this' or "Riley Munday"....shutter....In the 'long run', I'll admit, Palmer's History Of the English Language and The Morphology of Phonemes....may have 'paid off'.....I can 'write'....in my own style...with my own idiosyncratic utilization of 'Language'....as Doug Marcaida would say: "It Will cut!"....look!....there's two amoebi now!, but even after 'twenty years of schooling', I'm not certain of the plural spelling.