A Human Movement
The bottom end of this tuning with its root-fifth-root bass strings, is similar to D tuning. However the top end uses the first string as the "determiner" string. Therefore, every fingering that works in G tuning will work in C tuning, yet again one string further towards the treble. Locations of roots (the C notes) are the 6th, 4th, and 2nd strings. The two G notes are still found at the 5th and 3rd strings, but instead of roots as in G tuning, they are now the fifth in the key of C.
C ADD 9
I ran into this documentary on the NBA Channel yesterday, and it blew my mind. Some of the archival footage of NBA from the 1979-1986 seasons was downright scintillating!! There is a lost world in the history of the NBA in the early 80's. A periods that was after Doctor J's 70's and before Jordan's 80's, there was the 1979-80 and 1980-81 season, and the story of those seasons cannot be told without first knowing about Micheal Ray Richardson. Sure Magic Johnson and Larry Bird were the true stars of the early 80's, but no story is ever complete without an honest portrayal of the people who time forgot. This is especially true in the NBA where the lesser known players are the dudes who really make it so special. World B. Free!??
Otis Birdsong!?? Yes, they both make appearances. I am telling you, this was a high point in my time spent near a television set. The NBA is one of the purest blood-lines through which a person can come to understand the last 50 years of history of our nation.
Oh oh no no no!! In keeping with the spirit of Human Movement, this post will bring you some of what is, also known as, the hot shit, and the ouch! kind of hot, no less. No lies, and no covering over, for what lies within is - it. The kind of information that laces one's skates, readying the person for a smooth glide upon time's iced over pastures. Blue ice of clean life! Today it comes in the form of Rosetta Tharpe.
You can google her biography all you want, but along the way one must stop and view this video;
Also in keeping with the spirit of Human Movement posts, I will not write much else besides this. Other then to plant my flag for my own web cartographical studies, so as to say, I was here, and when, what else really could I write? This is what I have come to love about these posts, they create no need for introductions or conclusions, they just are - here. A bulletin board of the world's achievements, small and smaller. In all seriousness, however, I ask "what else can a person do but point in the direction of fire and say, ow!"
Taking the GRE's tonight, so I've been on a 48 hour cram session, it's kind of fun. I can tell you everything you want to know about triangles. My favorite words that keep popping up on my practice tests are; allay
The only think I know I struggle at is balancing two equations, in the simultaneous equation questions, like when they say:
If p + 2q = 14 and 3p + q = 12, then p=
You've got multiply the second equation by 2 and solve... I keep thinking what in real life is analogous to simultaneous equations? I think that it might be when you are trying to avoid a parking ticket, while shopping for a scarf in a small town, you put 2 quarters in the meter for 15 minutes each of parking time, you want the scarf which costs x, but is on sale if you buy it with a combo sweater, how much time do you have before you have 5 minutes left and have to get back to your car?
I like the triangles though, the isoceles, the right angles, the equilateral, the 30-60-90 triangle and of course the 3-4-5 right triangle... you can do a lot with those, it's like you can be Vespucci in your living room guessing how far the TV is from you if you know how far it is from the wall and how far the wall is from you...
13 ft!!!.... now onto those angles, or perhaps a circle's radius?? oooh.
Then there is the question of whether or not I am going to not crack, and actually keep to the "GRE Form" on the argument and opinion essays....
I've got to pay attention to modification,
UNCLEAR: Gary and Martha sat talking about the problem in the office
CLEAR: Gary and Martha sat in the office talking about the problem
And I've got to highlight the points I am going to make in my essay, and then make them. I also have to be sure to start my paragraphs with first, furthermore, finally and sandwhich those between my intro, hard-hitting paragraph and my conclusion which should state my first sentence's initial point, show sympathy to the argument in discussion and then bring it home with a final sentence that begins with 'But in order' ... I've got to turn off my brain and just remember the basic principles to GRE writing:
1. Use Language effectively
2. Keep it simple.
3. Don't worry about making minor errors
4. Keep sight of my goal: to demonstrate that I can think logically and communicate clearly.
Oh boy, I should study for the GRE's for the rest of my life, I bet I'd be a better smelling and harder working young
So, gotta back to it, goode out.
The Long Meadow, Prospect Park, Brooklyn, N.Y. c.1885. Photograph Courtesy of the Prospect Park Archive.
This early photograph of the renowned Long Meadow shows clearly the row of
trees that were planted directly across the meadow's width. In later years
these trees disappeared due to age. The Park has returned the original
landscape design of the Long Meadow by replanting this row of trees.
Came to the marvelous realization today regarding what is good, for real and hopefully ever, that not all is; as I looked upon Joachim Wtewael's The Marriage of Peleus and Thetis
And then, as if to show me that a nail needs a hammer, I finally saw the purile shit in this, weakness manifest, and I felt fine. I was as interested to notice that it has taken 10 years or half a decade for me to get it, since I was 16 in 1994. Who has been lying to me? and I
I believe *which is immediately a poor beginning, "I believe"* such 'forms' exist because of the first rung of population explosion, there's simply too many people on the planet. So much crap on the planet, got to take notice of the effects of this as cause. And to think that only yesterday, I had spent close to two hours writing about how I cared about what is in the empty square of non-knowledge...? 24 hours can bring the maximum of change (exclamation)
Also, as usual, the martini was not dry enough and the steak was not rare enough, but this petite syrah
Oooh, and also, I've been happily able to ignore much of my music collection for the sounds available here
, but if you talk about it to me, I won't respond. You got to me make me proud first.
Fun to be somewhere else, and note the tiny differences which make life completely different. Impossible to find a bottle opener after 9:30 PM, the UPN network does not cater to an African-American audience, white girls with college education make your sandwiches, (and hate you for making them touch dead animal meat) restaurant's close at 9 PM on weeknights.
The winds do blow, and the time does change, and if you wait arond a few years the big get small, the good gets bad and something else turns into something else (except we are all still waiting on Shaq.) It all happens before our eyes in various amounts, shades of proclivity and acclivity. It's probably bad for me to take such delight in the downfall of Kobe Bryant, but what follows is pure poetry: From the geniuses at Rotoworld
Lakers interim coach Frank Hamblen is taking some swipes at Kobe's defense, or lack thereof, as well as his shot selection. The Lakers lost the game in the fourth quarter last night when Kobe hit just 2-of-9 shots and wasn't exactly a defensive stopper. Kobe's man has scored 25 points (Ronald Murray) and 22 points (Gordan Giricek) in their last two games.
''He just kind of shakes his head or says he was trying to get something going or whatever,'' Hamblen said. ''There are times to gamble and times when not to gamble.'' Kobe is averaging just 1.3 steals per game this year, down almost a full steal from 2002-03. When Hamblen was asked if Bryant's defense was a concern, he paused for a moment before answering. ''We've had problems with guards all year long,'' he said. It's obvious that Kobe could get away with gambling more on defense when he had Shaq playing goalie for him. Now he's disappearing in fourth quarters, playing shoddy D and getting slyly ripped on by a guy named Frank Hamblen.
More from the LA Times
Ian Ufton is a great guitar
These bits from: Human, All Too Human, SECTION FOUR, From the Soul of Artists and Writers
It gives us pleasure to turn experience into its opposite, to turn purposefulness into purposelessness, necessity into arbitrariness, in such a way that the process does no harm and is performed simply out of high spirits. For it frees us momentarily from the forces of necessity, purposefulness, and experience, in which we usually see our merciless masters...
To restrict oneself so may appear absurd; nevertheless there is no way to get beyond realism other than to limit oneself at first most severely (perhaps most arbitrarily). In that way one gradually learns to step with grace, even on the small bridges that span dizzying abysses, and one takes as profit the greatest suppleness of movement, as everyone now alive can attest from the history of music. Here one sees how the shackles become looser with every step until they finally can seem quite thrown off: this seeming is the highest result of a necessary development in art...
...All poets must become experimenting imitators, daredevil copyists, however great their strength may be in the beginning. Finally, the public that has forgotten how to see the real artistic act in the restriction of its energy to represent, in the organizing mastery of all artistic means, must learn increasingly to appreciate power for the sake of power, color for the sake of color, thought for the sake of thought, even inspiration for the sake of inspiration; accordingly it will not enjoy the elements and requirements of a work of art unless they are isolated, and lastly, it will make the natural demand that the artist must represent them in isolation. Yes, we have thrown off the "unreasonable" shackles of Franco-Hellenic art, but without knowing it, we have gotten used to finding all shackles, all limitation unreasonable. And so art moves towards its dissolution, and touches in the process (which is to be sure highly instructive) all phases of its beginnings, its childhood, its imperfection, its former risks and extravagances. It interprets its origin,, its evolution, as it is perishing.
Monday Mar 21, marks the begining of a new method-manner, and it begins here with; the incorrectness contained within this:
Seen as the plan of the first battle of the War of the Self, (a schedule of destruction)
Keeping in mind that, "it will never be anything more than an itinerary, broadly sketched out in advance, for the actual journey. If you forget this, if you think you have finished waking up because you have planned in advance the conditions of your perpetual awakening, then at that point you will fall back asleep, falling asleep in spiritual Death."
Following quotes from The Man Who Turned on the World
...which, of course, as any good human person knows has been linked off of A Human Movement
before, because It's common knowledge. It's the only call from above, to know your legacy, and Hollinghead's most revealing account of the person-fact-subtleties and events surrounding the lighting up of the social consciousness, and its subsequent dimming, is required in its every word, equally are the simple maxims 'Don't lie to your friends,'
and 'don't take on the language of those around you - if you know that language is dangerous.'
You already know that:
At Harvard University in the early sixties, students had not yet discovered pot;
The Psilocybe mexicana mushroom was synthesised by Dr. Albert Hofmann in 1958 at the Sandoz Laboratories and given the trade name Psilocybin.
(The Harvard Study up until late 1961 was only ever studying synthesized Psilocybin, and strictly so!)
It was Leary's thesis that the psychedelic effect is a transcendental experience, accompanied by intense positive or negative psychological reactions. There is transcendence of space-time categories, of the ego, of subject-object worlds of experience, of words. There is usually a sense of unity or 'oneness' with internal and external process which can be ecstatic and exalting, but which can also be frightening to the unprepared person in a strange or non-supportive physical setting.
But I think that for perhaps the majority of the avant-garde. in this very early period, LSD was still something of an 'exotic' whose effects could not be taken for granted. LSD involved risk. It was anarchistic;
George lead me along a corridor to Leary's office. Leary was seated behind a desk dictating something to his Chinese secretary, who kept giggling every time someone came through the door. A few young men sat on a sofa quietly reading from piles of mimeographed papers. One wall was entirely covered with a huge blackboard on which the day's timetable was noted. Leary waved me to a chair next to the desk,
'Dr. Leary? How nice to meet you. I'm Michael Hollingshead.' We shook hands, and he smiled broadly and beckoned me to the dining-room door, seating us at a small table by the wall, where we could talk without being disturbed. I asked him to order for both of us. We small-talked during the meal. Leary seemed a bit distracted with other thoughts, and sometimes would fiddle with his hearing-aid, as though blaming the instrument for his inability to catch what I was saying. So I said nothing, and encouraged him to talk. He was a very funny raconteur and told stories about his life in Berkeley and his family and his sabbatical in Florence. It wasn't until the coffee came that he got on to the subject of psychedelics. He began telling me about his work with psilocybin, the mushroom drug...
...It seemed that the University had let him set up something he called the Harvard Psychedelic Research Project for the study of these drugs and to test their potential as aids to facilitate behaviour change.
Every now and then I'd bring up the matter of the mayonnaise jar, but Tim didn't seem particularly interested in trying LSD, probably because he didn't want to get other issues in the way of his on-going (and officially sanctioned) 'mushroom research', as it was referred to in those days.
The effect was excellent, though not as powerful as LSD. It contained lots of magic and induced all kinds of very pleasant visual changes, with colours deepening, turning the house and garden into a Persian miniature of exquisite beauty and prettiness.
I was a little disappointed when, after four hours, the landscape changed back into twentieth-century American reality. But I enjoyed it and used to take it pretty regularly after that. Perhaps after all, LSD was too powerful for our fragile nervous systems to bear?
There was in those days no popular voice speaking for marijuana, although it was considered by the 'in' crowd to be the last word in status symbols. It was also illegal, a fact that made Tim feel a bit paranoid about people smoking it in his house. He did not use it himself. He took nothing stronger than a few micrograms of psilocybin. And of course wine and whisky, which he believed were 'indispensable luxuries'.
One evening the subject turned to LSD. They discussed acid in terms of a fluent flow of neologisms, jazz slang, and weird verbal formulations. They treated the subject lightly, as they also would marijuana and getting stoned in general. And it became apparent to me that they had never actually tried it.
Later, when they heard that I had some, they suggested that we all have an acid session together, including Tim. Tim excused himself, saying he had some papers to mark.
Perhaps Tim was impressed by the evidence of his two friends, who were after all pretty hip and experienced in using drugs. Perhaps he saw that we were all having a great time, and he wanted in. Whatever it was, something finally decided him and he took a spoon of the acid.
What happened to him next was the subject of a chapter in his book, High Priest, which he published several years later. As Tim described it in his book:
"'It has been five years since that first LSD trip with Michael Hollingshead. I have never forgotten it." [ T. Leary, High Priest, The New American Library, New York: 1968.] Noting the date.
At the least, this refocusing has brought me back to the focus, of understanding why it might be possible that some personality types seem to understand the mystical-unity-deity-wholly within, and yet remain wholly outside of 'it,' they can see the tangible light of 'it,' as it lights, but not the light directly, they exist perhaps as mere fans, admirers of things individually without actually seeing the nine sided diamond light of experience all time. These people and their forces must be accounted for, and seen within each of us, so as to be quickly extinguished. I don't think Leary saw it, and we all suffer for his actions.
I explored the building where I work today. It is a dead space, where things come to die, or at least the 3rd Floor is. Literally this is where information comes to die. The place where the materials nobody wants or uses come to fester in the empty dark. The promise of information unfulfilled, information discharged. There are patches of sun near the windows, but in the middle of the floor it is quite dark. I was alone on the floor, I think, the Ghostbusters
only went to the main Humanities building, they did not make it here. I work on the second floor - which is only half dead.
The third floor is an empty floor, I haven't dared venture to the fourth. I will probably add writing to the tour, but right now there are just photos for all to wonder over. What is this space? Why is it there? An empty building in the center of the center of the world? At what cost? What does a person's work place say of them? What happens in empty places where no one goes? What kind of force is taken on by an object which has not been touched in years? What happened to the people who worked here? Am I dead? and most importantly, why doesn't everyone make photo-tours of their work place? Dig this stuff, for the deadness of it.
Here follows, an amazing paragraph, which if read twice is sure to, to a certain small degree let you respond easier to that place in your head where'd you go to hide, had you gotten in trouble or hung with the wrong crowd, and maybe accidently interupted the hiding place of a murderer or rapist, not knowing why, I mean like an abandoned warehouse, but he had gotten lazy anyway and set it up like a home, even went to town to buy toilet paper, mark this as a dispatch, but you have to read it twice and get the timing right:
The only way I can escape the Canadian mail strike is to write you a business letter through the university, which has cleverly worked out a scheme with the Ogdensburg, New York Post office (P.O. Box 1950). Thank you for your pretty note earlier this fall and for your continued interest in my dance and design essay. I have gotten little done on it. My grandmother died October 22, and the last several months have been a difficult juggling of family responsibilities and launching the new school year.
To find the right volume for a music or instrument I am listening to or playing, I find it best if I turn it up too loud, or play too hard and then turn it down, or play softer to arrive at the best, or even ideal volume. Likewise, I think that when undertaking the mission to understand some, a thing, it would be best to "cast a wide net," allow for more intentionally, with the plan to sift through the moreness at later date to find out what the thing is or could be, ideally, as the what it is.*
(I'm going to probably be working on this post for a bit, so if this is what lies in front of you, realize that it is not what is in front of you as much as your computer contains it, in a room, in a building with you wearing your shirt, etc. I am willing to admit that you might not be with shirt, so please be willing to view this in this form now, with the knowledge that it will change.)And now the choice quotes from:Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?
Whatever talents may be, if the man create not, the pure efflux of the Deity is not his;--cinders and smoke there may be, but not yet flame. There are creative manners, there are creative actions, and creative words; manners, actions, words, that is, indicative of no custom or authority, but springing spontaneous from the mind's own sense of good and fair.
Man Thinking must not be subdued by his instruments. Books are for the scholar's idle times. When he can read God directly, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men's transcripts of their readings.
*It seems that much of everything is just another person's way of expressing that they do not know, but that they are involved somehow with making some how, some, a thing, sensibly approachable. "Hey, look at my efforts"
is the simple translation of all healthy men. I'm not buying into your system
the translation of everything else. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that much of life has a voice and is speaking, first person style, what scientists call germs is only another voice, disagreeing with their efforts. Nonetheless, it seems that much of the 'economically worthwhile agenda' is a spit spray of man's approach at not knowing something, but expressing facts nonetheless.
Why should man, knowing that there is some sort of equality between him and others, divide the efforts of his self, between others and yet even more others. I probably should know more at this point, then I do about certain things I cannot name. But this is it, in this form to come;
1 "Casting a wide net"
2 "What is learning? What is Learning, and the difference between the question and the statement."
3 "People's efforts and descriptions thereof"
4 Questioning "The worthwhileness of the approach of alotting more some thing to certain people" Without questioning that some people deserve more, only calling into account that not all people deserve more, especially those people who espouse to know, and to learn"
4.5 "The fears of the ramifications of the results in life of the difference between learning when it is a questions or when it is a statement
5 then something else intermediary, perhaps a tale or "what is the hope of? All people's efforts accounted for"
5.5 the tale would be of going to a pagan celebration of food and wine of a learned comparitive literature professor at Princeton, who also writes wine reviews in high culture magazines and lectures at universities in New York City, and writes books about paganism and its details in medieval times, and the event at his property, complete with stables, would be filled with learned people with a knowledge as to how far to take their dark side and the appropriate time to do so, and this knowledge would then be described in the tale, from the point of view as the kind narrator, as the only dark side that exists on earth, but not to such a naive extreme, thus making the tale more revealing of the soul of mankind, although in reality, in the appendix of the tale reads the total complete seriousness of the narrator, that those most praised are always those who celebrate their vagueries and love or rules, and indifference to others, that a learned professor professed to knowledge and learning would in fact enjoy mob sex, daughters of wealthy pure blood, confirmed by matching it to viles of blood from the nineteenth century that the man keeps, confirmed girls spitting their food on him, because he knows it, he read it, and he wants it again for his own, to be smothered in ox blood, and then (in the tale) some analysis as to how man can know history and hopefully show the reader of this tale the hyprocrisy of those who profess to know, especially those in the highest regard of the people who can best control the urge of their dark side by knowing exactly when to crave their flame poker ass rubbings, cruel tests, and cherry gravy beef cubes and how to elevate their stupid cousins to power so as to prolong cancer on earth, linking the events on earth not between disparate people's but between those who cannot afford to know their dark side and those can know it well, and wield like a wand, like a Louis XVI antique chair, or a cane with unknown insignias on it. Who controls history? and eventually a better explanation of what the dark side urges actually are, and how they are the key to uniting people, but not that they aren't united already, just that they don't all have equal power of their knowledge of their own love of decadence, and those who receive praise allow for those who ban decadance so that they can keep their beautiful torture devices for themselves when the moon is right, and skin is consumed at the perfect time that this whole thing repeats itself.
6 asking what it means to be in agreement with a statement such as "who is to be destroyed or at least have their ideas go unnoticed."
The Bishop can move any number of squares along its diagonals. If there is a hostile man in the way he may capture him. The Bishop moves along an oblique line, that is, he may move to any square of the diagonals on which he stands unless his way is obstructed by a man of his own color. The Bishop can't hop over other pieces. Is your opponent's bishop sitting on a square that you need in order to secure a checkmate? How about luring him away with a queen sacrifice? Of course, depending on the players' moves, captures, strategy, tactics, and positional structure of the game, a weaker Bishop may become the stronger Bishop and vice versa. The bishops may be differentiated according to which wing they begin on, i.e. the king's bishop and queen's bishop. It is possible that a Bishop may be pinned diagonally so that it is entrapped and cannot move. Each Bishop can reach only half of the squares on the chess board, but together they can move to every square on the entire board. One example of pinning Bishops is a Bishop face-off resulting in dueling Bishops where the players have placed their Queens behind the Bishops in the diagonal line creating dueling Queen-Bishop batteries. A bishop which has trouble finding a good square for development in the center may be fianchettoed. Why is one Bishop stronger and the other weaker at the start of a game? That is to say, a player's Bishop is "good" when his or her pawns in pawn chains are not blocking the Bishop's mobility through the center of the board. An endgame in which each player has only one bishop, one controlling the dark squares and the other the light, will often result in a draw even if one player has a pawn or two more than the other. As with most pieces, a bishop captures by occupying the square on which an enemy piece sits.
A colored circular muscle, the iris is the colored part of the eye. The coloured circular part of an eye surrounding the black pupil. The primary function of the iris is to control the size of the pupil. This is acheived through contraction or expansion of the muscles of the iris. It opens up in dark rooms and at night to let more light into the eye. Conversely, in bright lights the iris constricts to decrease the amount of light that enters the back of the eye. It is the opaque contractile diaphragm perforated by the pupil and forming the colored portion of the eye. Eye color, or more correctly, iris color is due to variable amounts of eumelanin (brown/black melanins) and pheomelanin (red/yellow melanins) produced by melanocytes. The more pigment that you have in your iris, the darker your eye colour. Therefore, someone with light blue eyes has a lower amount of pigment in their iris than someone with brown eyes. Inside the iris can be seen bundles of muscle.
Oh my sweet deep syncrastic life, let it all come home... As I was just mulling over what the fuck 1971-1973 was, and how was it possible, and then I realized that my hands were on this, in the flesh....
Aspen No. 9 "The Psychedelic issue"
Clearly, I am close to the source, I shouldn't be pushing my luck, there spirits are inside this (and so is a whole bunch of other crap I got to fish out.) Let this be a lesson to man, where man is only what I know and witness as the only man I can know and witness through, and at the same time without making any guesses as to what other man might be witnessing based on my assesments of the scence. Earth, ground, woman, clothing, computer, fingers, let's bring it back.
Oh good swelling gracious god, I have it, I do,THE SOUL OF THE WORD
I've just received a gift, I must understand it now. How could I have been so slow as to know what is around me, and before me!? I've got to settle down and read this... I hope you all do to... man. More sense of this to come.
In 1971, he (Jan Hammer) became a member of the original Mahavishnu Orchestra, (then) the most successful group ever to record and tour in the jazz-rock fusion genre, selling over 2 million records worldwide, and performing 530 shows before their December 31, 1973 farewell concert.
The question is how many is 2 million? ...and what kind of psychic space was the world in for music like the Mahavishnu Orchestra's to deserve a farewell concert?
I might argue that at certain times, when certain factors line up, things become possible for just that one moment which for any other reason make absolutely zero sense. The success of the the Mahavishnu Orchestra relied on technological development of amplification, the crossing over of standard jazz into electric expression, and the spiritual exhaustion of a people's having spent the last 4-6 years in a "turned on" haze, and wouldn't question rocking out to such flamboyant riffs of purity. Was the music of the Mahavishu Orchestra a simultaneous longing for a lost moment or feeling, and a reaffirmation that adults prefer virtuosity in music? I wish I could find someone who could make sense of it for me, as listening to Jan Hammer's syrupy solo on "Celestial Terrestrial Commuter" on 1973's Birds of Fire
leaves me wondering how much of what we now call life is only just circumstanstial events, development, repercussions, anonymous reproduction, mislead efforts that have occurred on top of that keyboard sound, the primordial sense of what man is to become?
Mahavishnu Orchestra N.Y.C. farewell concert
New York Philharmonic Hall, December 28, 1973
" All the white parts are natural elephant ivory" on a 1900 Martin 00-28
A question that is not answered, remains unknown.
...to have knowledge in some part requires you to not have knowledge, first,
a body must be empty first before it can be filled. This is ok, and things can also go backwards, something can be lost or forgotten, but that is not very interesting and usually what is lost is not actually lost, but more then likey was, not understood correctly when it was not lost.
What is the way of describing knowledge that is gained from questions you never asked? Are you always empty and gaining knowledge in this way? When things remain the same, is it better that they remain full or remain empty?THREE
and now for no reason, I feel drawn to find out what is, or more about 3.
I know what three is, but still I want to know what three is.
What is three, this that and the other
and what can be had of dwelling on the what is of three?
"the sacred triad of unprogrammed Quakerism is that of God in every person, silent worship, and decisions by sense of the meeting."
that is potent, I feel that.
Horus, Osiris, and Isis, the most important triad of gods in the ancient Egyptian religion. Osiris wears the Atef crown and carries the royal crook and flail, while his son Horus is represented as a falcon-headed man, Isis has on her head the hieroglyph and symbol of her name, Isis, represented as a step throne or seat. She wears an elegant feather dress. Osiris was the god of the underworld and resuscitation while his sister and wife Isis was considered the symbolic mother of the Pharaoh and was worshipped as the “Great of Magic” and regarded as the “Eye of Ra”. Their son Horus is traditionally considered the first Pharaoh of Egypt and at later times, the spiritual king where the Pharaoh is only his representative on Earth.
Hindi sacred triad of karma, reincarnation, and casteAlbert Ayler:
The father, son, and holy ghost. What Coltrane was talking about there, maybe it was a biblical term: he was the father, Pharaoh was the son, and I was the holy ghost. And only he could tell me things like that.
All triads have three positions that they can be arranged in. The root, 1st inversion,
and 2nd inversion.Root Position Triad
If the triad root is in the lowest voice then the triad is in Root Position.1st Inversion Triad
If the third of the triad is in the lowest voice the triad is the 1st inversion.2nd Inversion Triad
If the 5th of the triad is in the lowest voice, the triad is in the 2nd inversion.
This type of thing actually exists, and every time "not-big gun on a shipness" is thought of, it is ill conceived, as "big gun on a shipness" is existing simultaneously. That's the/a fact. That why contradictions are the rule, becase most everything has to also be "big gun on a ship" as it is presently, yet you rarely hear people describe their favorite pet as being also "big gun on a ship." This is one example.
This type of thing actually exists, and every time not-big gun on a shipness is thought of, it is ill conceived, as big gun on a shipness is existing simultaneously. That's the/a fact.
I wouldn't be surprised to find out that this is how war gets by, because so many people are so busy forming ideas of 'not-big gun a shipness,' as virtually everything that gets thought,... meanwhile all the big-guns on ships are doing fine, they are never thought of, except by those people who are only thinking about big-guns on ships and are thus as equal in the begetting of war as those who are not thinking about the guns. I don't think we can ignore the guns, but it's not my issue right now because there are other things going on and also hope that
1) big guns on ships are bunnies 2) there can be created a way of thinking which is outside the present and then fair to believe in something as long as it doesn't actually exist at the same time as thought.
if one thing can be something else, why do we settle on it as one thing?
I am fairly certain that any person who decides that one thing is what a thing is, and is inflexible in that arrangement is a weapon sent to do battle with me, taking away my right to freedom, not that freedom is an ideal or an ideal is worth battling for,
but if I want to experience something - and I know that while I experience it, I am also experiencing something else, and if I want to call the one experience something else, and others are there to say no, the thing was the experience, then I think there is an ideal at stake. Perhaps this is what is meant by communication, and it being so hard, and what is at the heart of confrontations, etc. Cuz all you people want to recognize something, and not feel left out,
Later: The heart of contradiction and the pure goodness of inconvience, i.e., there is only one way to reaching something good and that is through massive inconvenience and to not embrace that is to be the person who insists on a thing being what it was as the one experience and not capable of also being what was also there while you experienced it. This being the definition of an asshole, and thus the major work of the present day.
It comes in many forms.
Item No. - Item Description Item Cost
25006 - Audubon Bird Call $5.99
340 - Primos Regulator 14 $9.95
118 - Lohman Coon Squaller $9.89
281 - Lohman Coyote Howler with Lanyard $12.99
02601 - Quaker Boy Owl Hooter - All Weather $9.95
MD-415 - M.A.D. Calls Custom Cherry Owl Hooter $11.99
IW-93 - Haydel's Injured Woodpecker $9.95
02610 - Quaker Boy Power Screamer $11.99
PC-3 - Johnny Stewart Pitch Controlled Predator Call $8.95
00859 - H.S. Strut Hawk Call $6.59
APC - Devastator Calls All Predator Call
That's a list of the animal, bird and game calls I want, someday. No links, not here.
I want to post this poem again, because I like it being above and below the poem about the dance.
Plants are animals, animals are plants, at night you die, in the morning
you are reborn, a celery plant has an equal right to exist as does a
grizzly bear, a grizzly bear has an equal right to eat fish as does a
human, eating something prolongs its life, we live inside others once we
die, we are living in the belly of the dead right now, the dead are alive,
the living don't know, their not knowing kills them, and killing something
is a right we all have as we use oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide,
(thus killing its form, here changing is killing where what is, is one thing
and then another, formless)
oxygen is as alive as the stones in the quarries that were used to build the buildings which keep the babies warm as they eat their mothers eating them.
here is another poem I wrote a few days ago, it's sort of part fantasy, but it's very real.
I want to come to your house, use the bathroom, read a book, use the bathroom again, have a chat with you while I am reading in the bathroom, during this time I would like you to be dancing, you are free to perform any dance, but you must be wearing socks or protective coverings on your feet, it is important for me not to see your feet. Once I finish the appropriate time spent in the bathroom I will exit into your kitchen where you will stop your dancing immediately and greet me with a refreshing glass of water which I will refuse. I will search your cabinets for anything with poppy seeds which I will then scatter about your apartment floor, the ways in which the poppy seeds land will then be diagramed by my staff of 4 men who will enter your apartment one at a time. One wearing no zippers, another wearing only buttons, one with plastic pants and the last carrying a small chalkboard on which the poppy seed diagram will be drawn. Once my crew is finished diagraming the poppy seed layout score, they will exit your apartment. The one wearing no zippers will keep his hands below his waste, the one wearing only buttons will surprise you, for although he will seem mildly retarded - he will have a way about him which will keep you entertained, the man with the plastic pants will play for you a jazz inspired solo using only the sound of his plastic pants rubbing against your floors and walls, perhaps he will use the word 'solamente' as compositional guidance, his plastic pants jazz solo will delight you to no end, and even the retarded man wearing only buttons will become enchanted by the plastic pants dance, there is a chance that the slightly retarded man will encourage the plastic pants dance further and possibly become involved, his involvement will not worry you, but it will signal the end of the true dance moment, at this point the plastic pants solo will end and the man with the chalkboard will read to you your fortune based on the coordinates of the poppy seeds which fell to the floor. which he will have cleaned up while you were enjoying the plastic pants dance. Once you feel satisfied that you know what awaits you in this life the 4 men will exit your apartment the way they came in, and i will bequest of you a drink of water, which this time, I will accept. I will be wearing a football jersey donning the number 8(0) Does this sound like a plan?
This here is a toy that is a train. That's two things in one. And it's also on your computer screen, so it's actually three things all at once. How does that make us feel?
It's also colorful. Oh, well it's not actually a train, it's a toy train, so that it is only one thing, and it is on your computer screen so that's two now. But, this whole time it has also been a whistle, so that kind of changes a lot of what has taken place until now.
I wrote a poem today, I didn't know where to post it, so returned to the meadow of a human movement, I think I'm going to return to this meadow now, alone. It's a green meadow, here is the poem. I wrote it this morning, it's about people eating.
Plants are animals, animals are plants, at night you die, in the morning you are reborn, a celery plant has an equal right to exist as does a grizzly bear, a grizzly bear has an equal right to eat fish as does a human, eating something prolongs its life, we live inside others once we die, we are living in the belly of the dead right now, the dead are alive, the living don't know, their not knowing kills them, and killing something is a right we all have as we use oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide,
(thus killing its form, here changing is killing where what is, is one thing
and then another, formless) oxygen is as alive as the stones in the quarries that were used to build the buildings which keep the babies warm as they eat their mothers eating them.