Friday, July 29, 2011

chanson de roland

hi, i'm roland.
there's beer

in the fridge.
mike a hot pocket.

have a seat.
this is a fight

to keep
things safe.

don't bother
about the walls

watch your gates.

the horns
can wait
and wait and wait and wait.

Friday, July 22, 2011

A thought experiment

Here's what you do. You need to find a topic that is controversial but that you don't care or have strong opinion about. If that isn't possible for you, you will have to find another experiment to do, sorry.

Then, you find a web article about it. You can read this or not as you choose.

Then, go to the comments portion. Read a lot of them. If the comments to not divide into about 3 or 4 perspective with increasing levels of restatement for emphasis, test conditions are not right, and you will have to bide your time for another environment.

Now, you must analyze the feelings you have in response. If that consists of revulsion at these vulgar folks who have nothing better to do with their time, you need to lighten up and open up and also probably come down a peg or two. But, the idea here is that you are testing to measure the sway. We will assume that you can be swayed many ways here, and that there are at least some comments from each perspective that are sufficiently well-put to have effect on you.

However, my results indicate this:
1. This is a good experiment on the nature of the interplay between underlying convictions and the role of logic or argument or expression in the formulation of one's outlook at any given time.

1a. You will find that you can be swayed in multiple directions if you haven't already developed a perspective.
1b. You will find that you will be very unlikely to be swayed sufficiently at this point to develop a conviction, simply by the arguments, but may begin to develop a tendency that could be further developed if you became interested enough in this topic. (Conviction as a function of interest...hmmm, that suddenly is striking to me for some reason).
1c. You may find two types of intelligence: a "brute" intelligence that is forceful and unrefined, and a "refined" intelligence that is more anemic and self-referential but probably easier to read.
1c1. Brute intelligence represents thoughts that are effective, but language that employs fewer transformative rules.
1c2 Refined intelligence may represent weak thoughts that employ language that allows them to be expressed quite complexly via transformative rules.

2. If done carefully, this experiment may help you to understand your own process for creation of "persuasive" or "argumentative" statements, which can be valuable in the way it reveals to you an underlying structure to your thought you may not have fully noticed before, particularly if you are one who employs more complex syntactic structures in general.

Monday, July 18, 2011

amateur ukulele night

dispatch
former hippie
we started a song about a sad woman
the story was just too much to chew
and on and on

the office merged with psychedelic
management with zen
and any direction you take man
long enough
ministry of silly walks all full of fife and sousaphone and drum

but the ukulele comes around again
every time it is the curve of your cheekbones
and the pluck of your tongue
and it is a dancing song
a close your eyes and swaying song

there are waves
you went to cali to catch
and there are waves you didn't know
they crash and crash and crash
to the curious each day throws its gauntlet down

the gift of love
how i am so curious for you
and the song so long
when a coffee shop was hip and hot
and the night was long and jazz and the snip of snapped fingers
at each pause

so this is how it feels to be lonely
and it is all a remembering
without any of you being here to make it sweet
and one day life is a place that is far away and the ukulele
comes back around
pick a way and the waves
wherever they are crash all the way to there
the things you can escape any old day
are the things that wait and never go away





Thursday, July 14, 2011

mojo wifi and the battery strength

you can take it
seriously
to a point. then the funky pastels
and the pointy shoes get jarring.

look, we didn't
understand some things. the way
when you arrive
you don't want to anymore. the way
it's more than a hymn to the lake district
and the hand shading the eyes.

your skin starts to wrinkle
there's a leak somewhere
around the middle I think
life is like
things found down by the river
I found a fishing hook and lure
I was so scared of that rusty prick.

you know when you go into the stores
with the video of you coming in on the screen
ah, that copy of me always catches my eye
life cracks down the windshield

let the grass mosaic this road
let sentiment leak down acquaduct eyes
let us guess about tomorrow
uncork your ventricles and brandish that stone thing
you picked up back there

these are all things that were thought by them
in an airport on their wifi with all the people everywhere walking
with their signals weak. every grammar leaks. you've
spoke since you were two and I love you for that
whoever you are and however you speak.



Wednesday, July 06, 2011

We shall be delivered

deliverance will come

Friday, July 01, 2011

simple little song

My thing is you.