by Bodwyn Wook
MS Georgina Henry, in her quondam column in ‘Comment is Free’ in The Guardian, yesterday (on running ‘CiF’ on-line), may be read in full, together with her respondents, at:
NATURALLY, As a courtesy for the busy, I’ve provided direct transcriptions of my contributory irreplaceable insipidities, below:
I’VE A thought — why don’t you lot set up a sort of dust-bin for the obvious cruds? Into which may be dumped directly the real instances of their deliberate, self-indulgent or just-plain-possessed, wickedness; and, where their material may be scrutinised by Sufi students, and others, of the human condition? It is no good simply wishing this stuff away, and I don’t mean you should actually avail us, keyboard-brains all, to add further remarks — but, then, we’ll know somewhat more accurately what is the condition of the collective shadows, eh?
Bodwyn Wook & cet
‘Lacanian’: Ah, there you are — I’ve looked into our colleague, Heidegger — alas, his is yet another instance of the ’emeritus personality’, the successful man who goes from triumph to — nuisance. And, all in an eye-blink, as Mr Rumsfeld would say…. Jack Vance wrote the future-history of this pest: Languages of Pao.
‘ThomasCopyrightMMVI’: Truth be told, I steal all of this stuff from Mr Idries Shah (pbuh), Si’ MuHammad Nezhmi — and, Mr Vance!
MS ‘enry: Perhaps we could do the weekly round-up of wholly-unacceptable posts under the rubric of: Sewer Rats. Or, This Week on The Bog-Wall. On second thought, now that so many councils are cutting-back on rubbish-collection, maybe fortnightly would be enough….
All For Now,
Wook On The Farm
‘ThomasCopyrightMMVI’: Obviously, then, I ain’t one, but — I do enjoy their stuff! And, I feature some of Moroccan MuHammad Nezhmi’s odd bits, at:
(I Think his piece, ‘Happiness’, is especially strange & evocative of an inner attitude that seems to be available [with work!], to bring some people peace-of-mind, during various episodes of horror & uproar….)
‘Ishouldapologise’: Thanks lots! for the ‘links’ you referred — I’ve got them tucked away to look into, oh, one supposes between Christmas, the January blizzards and — February lambing. This all is turning into a bit more than ‘a hobby’! Another reason, why my eighty-six-year-old farm-neighbour, Judson Andersen, says (in American): “I wouldn’t let one of them God-damn computers on the place, for Christ’s sake!” (Judson has an old black-and-white Tee Vee and no cable: “And that’s ENOUGH to keep ME madder’n Hell MOST of the time!” And that, I daresay, is likely an example of the applied Sufi-philosophy.)
BEST Wishes & Love & Regards,
B Wook & NOW I Got To Go & Feed Them Fool Horses!
Dear Ms Henry:
I Find this concern about censorship (or is that ‘censorship’?) interesting.
MY Farm-neighbour here at home in Squawbunion county, in southern Minnesota, Mr Judson Andersen (b 1920), is an old-time Coolidge-Republican; and, I (born, well, rather later than that!) am more-or-less a Stanley Baldwin-Tory. In any case, anything that either of us value or love has been so utterly ruined, and so long ago, that it is somewhat hard to qet worked up about much of the post-modern lunacy. Or, the aggrieved yelps of sometimes-not-a-few ‘posters’, on CiF. (Except that I do consider the most of my fellow American ‘baby-boomers’ to be an appalling load of drips!)
BUT, Anyhow, I do share ‘Lacanian’s’ curiosity:
ABOUT How you lot make your decisions, at CiF? This is because of certain technical concerns of mine, of which more anent.
DARE I? At this point adduce a dreadfully ‘fascistic’ & ‘Cheneyean’ argument, in your favour:
IN Mr Andersen’s phrase: “It is THEIR God-damn paper — so OF COURSE the ————- can kick ANYBODY the Hell out THEY Damn well please! Why is that so God-damn hard to figure out? Je-sus Christ & cet et cet.”
I Do agree; possession of means is what it comes down to; and, your editorial creative tension is, precisely (at least to an intelligent American [these being scarce, of course]), between federalist insight & calm sagacity; and, drunken jacksonian democracy, with everyone spewing, in gangs & relays, over your pages (not to mention the carpets!) QED.
IN A similar fashion, I am the happy proprietor of some public forums. These, owing a superfluity of semi-colons, brackets, use of the admittedly-vestigial English-language subjunctive & so forth, all thus far have not been a lot of work or worry for me. Simply, they have eluded notice. They are either easily overlooked (“NO pictures! F-ck this, Maaan!”), or otherwise defy comprehension. Accordingly, I have not been afflicted thus far, with visitations & infestations of half-wits & end-of-the-worlders, ‘neo-shamans’ and such gentry.
BE That as it may, these operations I am describing are of a sufficently long-term character that there will wash up one day, from the Sea of Possibility and onto the Shores of Actuality, a point, or node, of what the mahometan Sufis call ‘critical mass’. At that interval, one quite imagines that one will find oneself flinging whole passenger-lists of the unsuitable, to the sharks; and, of course, one is desirous of not giving needless offence. The dervish Hamid Nezhm says there is no value in needlessly antagonising the obtuse; and, Mr Judson Andersen says:
“THERE Ain’t no use in pissing off people — Not unless the —- ——– got it coming! Je-sus & cet!”
ACTUALLY, I may say that I have learnt a lot, in participating in CiF-discussions. Your policies are limpidly clear; and, in essence, they may be summarised:
“NO Nutters & no humourless!”
PERHAPS That is enough.
Bodwyn Wook, Old Cop & American Farmer
PS: As to Calvin Coolidge, left-wing types love to do him down. But, as we certainly ought to have learnt, in my demented maternal American generation at least, surely he who presidents least — presidents best! And, as to SB, he was the long-discredited PM who did say;
“THE Bomber always gets through!”
‘Steerpike’, you Devil! Have they got the fire out yet, in my library?
Wook & THE Gormenghast
‘timetomoveon’: One doesn’t quite know what to make of your suggestion, namely for ‘software’ automatically to delete expletives from the screeds of ‘CiF’ — for one thing, for a certainty, such an innovation would “sure raise Hell” with the writing of my old farm-neighbour here at home in southern Minnesota, the eighty-six-year-old & redoubtable Mr Judson Andersen. In fact — this is meant to be a birthday-surprise, so mum’s the word, eh? — his nephew Keith is getting him a computer and subscription, shortly. Purists & the politically-adventitious, be ware!
FOR I do expect that any attempt to strangulate old Mr Andersen in the cradle of his blasphemy will (alas!) trip over the politically-incorrect impieties of — you guessed it! — the dreadful & abhorred ageism….
OF Course, the whole fascinating business of scatology, profanity & ethnophaulism, as well as dirty jokes & off-colour ditties, is a study unto itself; and, the following ‘links’, to Old Uncle Crow Online, are rather jolly (and point the moral — not all expletives are vulgar or profane):
IN The second ‘link’, above, one may detect also something of the popular American democratic spirit, of the early-nineteenth century, on the eve of the (rather horrific!) Age of Jackson….
IN Old Uncle Crow therefore you may see for yourselves, how we talk (and talk & talk!), revealed in all its profane & vulgar glory — here at home in old Southern Minnesota, across America and the world! The ‘site’ is most certainly not for the faint-hearted or politely-raised. However, your contributions to the invective-arts are most assuredly more-than-welcome, at:
AND There you have it, a time & place for everything, and everything in its place, eh?
DON’T Git Yer Panties In A Wad, As They Say In Miss’ssippi,
B Wook & so forth
‘NogginTheNog’: I Say, do you know about this lot:
Betri ar kraki i handi men tvaer i skogi, as they say….
Ms Henry: I, for one, enjoy ‘CiF’; and, thank you all, very much!
Out In The Brush,
North Coast of Iowa
‘Lelia’ (& Ms Henry!): Say, I rather like the idea of some sort of ‘thread’, for — ‘Random Jottings’?
WRETCHEDLY, The soreheads likely would do their bloody best to turn it, too, into a duck-sewer….
I Do not suppose that this necessarily is part of your remit; but, perhaps, there is a technology (“a technology” –now I’m doing it, using this unutterably dreary neo-American jargon!) that would allow the lot of us to enter some sort of command, to either delete or leave in place the more irksome stuff? Jacksonian ‘democracy’ to the hilt! You know, sort of like the old-time Hollywood applause-metres, in the early days of black-and-white Tee Vee….
I Suppose that I might indeed get it in the neck, too, from time-to-time — but, “what the Hell…” as neighbour-Andersen says (not-infrequently). The great thing is to “know how to play ball,” in an old American phrase — alas, most of us by now do not know. And, that is why everyone oogles the ball-games, and footer, on TeeVee so much here. It’s archetypal. There’s some sort of mystery about it all. Nobody, but nobody, born between 1946-64 knows how to smile and act like ladies & gentlemen, when they catch the occasional foot in the face. Two years ago the Democrat-party were all whining, like poisoned pups. And now to-day, here, it’s ‘Dog-brain’ (er, “Dog-brain” — I think he’s one of mine — blush!) and all of the rest of the crybaby ‘neo-cons’. These people are just not, well, very manly about their jitters & megrims; and, they can’t take it like they can dish it out, seemingly. Big tough guys (and, ‘their’ ‘wimmen’) — yawn.
Wook In The Snow Banks
TO All: Sorry…er, um — aw, does The Times have anything doing, hmm?
s/B Wook, esq
‘Ishouldapologise’: I agree with your point, about font-variety — for I certainly should like to be able to avail myself of italics, in these submissions.
AS To the repeated and irksome use of the debased & objectively-meaningless neologism, ‘islamo-fascist’, above;
surely, in the domain of the ridiculous, this ‘islamo-fascism’ is indeed a profound achievement — of assiduous and relentless, applied, stupidity! It belongs to the realm of Tee Vee-propaganda. It quite-obviously is directed at non-readers. It can not possibly fool anyone who has any Latin or Greek whatsoever. It is — ignorant. It quite ranks as an epistemological accomplishment with the good old rallying-cry and yelps of the American & McCarthyite 1950s:
ANTISEMITISM, Anyone? “Je-sus Christ,” as old Mr Andersen, here at home in southern Minnesota says, “they’re ALL semites!” [Not strictly true; a majority of muslims indeed are not ‘arab — BW.]
IF The truth be told, every event in space-time is unique; eg, analogical thought only can take us so far. In this case (and, ‘in this case’ the purpose would seem to be to drum up the passions of a jaded populace of ‘internet’ pornographers & and other tossers, and the neurotics, for a new ‘cold war’ — mainly to assure the long-term ‘geo-strategic’ careers of a certain non-sexual power-elite); and, especially if it is a new ‘cold war’ you are after; then, the yelp of (NB) ‘islamo-bolshevist(!)’ would be far-more-to-the-point.
THIS Is because islamic fundamentalism indeed claims universality; and, just as did a certain wing of the pinkoes of the 1950s. Whereas not-a-few Israelis, at least of the ‘Likud’ type, seem to want a little island unto themselves. That sort of feinian romanticism, as far as it goes, seems rather decidedly to point toward — you guessed it! — ‘judeo-fascism’….
ALRIGHT, Forget it — the main purpose of ‘islamo-fascism’ is to give chaps on the order of ‘Dog-brain’, above, something to be better than — and, without which one supposes the only choice would be sedation, getting a job & not annoying the other pupils.
WITH Compts & Best Regards,
CC B Wook [retd], American Farmer & Gentleman
TO All & ESPECIALLY ‘Nog & The Little Nogs’: It is time for a break; and, perhaps, the following fable shall point the need, for at least one distinctly ‘other’ thread here in ‘CiF’. Indeed, I do hope that some of you at least may enjoy:
“The American Zebra Storm”
by Bodwyn Wook
THE Actress Zebra Storm found herself to be in a high state of mental inapposition indeed, high in her topmost-perch atop Central Park above the pigeons and the rusty crows; and, she perfectly realized that her condition was because she was, well, nonplussed — an unusual emotion. Still, she had known always from the days of her first studio-contract that the codicil was there in the fine print; and, just as had all recording- and performing-artists ever who got beyond a certain career-point she too had signed….
‘The American Zebra Storm’ is continued, at:
s/Wook On The North Coast Of Iowa
‘Noggin & cet: I say — all this gee-ing about reminds me of when I had money in an international investment-fund — and, shares in a Baghdad packaging-company. It all went to Hell (well BEFORE the invasion), and so Saddam The
Damned shut down the plant:
IT Seems that the Baghdad Big Daddies got into a bad bag about a bad sag the bags had….
ANYWAY, With the title, do I get a sword and a small party of men-at-arms (sixteen should do it!); and a dungeon (w/some LARGE spiders), into which we may put the soreheads among the Palestinians and Israelis — until these awful characters start to act nice to each other & buy or make birthday-presents, for each other’s children?
ALL For now,
Wook the Bug…, er, Nog
THE Respondents to the original issue in Ms Henry’s column bring to bear (in some individual instances) a well-developed analytical capacity — which would be fine if we all were up to that level of thinking. Unfortunately, semantic disturbance is the common lot, as attested by a host of other ‘posters’; and, the neurotic, indeed psychotic, consequences are our collective burden as a species. This happens because of the overwhelming role of hormonal homeostases resulting from what the muslim Sufis have long contended are primary biological emotions; of anger, fear, greed and lust — not to mention the universal moral laziness. People get shirty with those who propose human and non-ideological insights to human problems, because thinking is — WORK. It is far easier to throw tantrums — and bombs. As to Palestine and Israel, the tragedy of the Palestinians and Jews is that of an unwanted propinquity. Because of what happened to european Jews during WW II, the israeli body-politic is collectively mentally-ill. It would be remarkable only were it otherwise. ‘Syphilitic with fright!’ as my old Dad used to say. The response to horror was to go hareing off to the Levant and to play Settlers & Red Indians — precisely when Europe otherwise was on the eve of letting go its colonies. So Israel, alas, is historically an anachronism. This, to my historian’s perception, seems on the face of it to spell only doom. This is because the only solution is, precisely, a reasonable solution. As Edward Said so often pointed out, the moral need is for a thorough-going civil-rights movement — coming right down to — you guessed it! — intermarriage and ‘loss of identity’, ie. If these facts are hard to stomach for ‘unregenerate personalities’ (another concept of muslim Sufis), this even-more-sensible insight of Said’s will enjoy of course an even-less-universal reception. But, on demographics alone, the only creative thing Mr Bush now could hope to do — lamed and quacking mordantly, in his agricultural-runoff poisoned slough of ‘New C—‘ despond — would be to lead the way for once and for all — and finally (!) — binding over if need be his rather unnerving daughters, in arranged marriages; one to the Grand Rabbi of Jerusalem (sic) and the other to the Head Hizbullah Bombardier.
YES, It has! gotten just that horribly silly.
THE Problem of the victim in history is the need (human obligation!) of the victim (with all the love and support on-lookers can provide!) to settle down — if need be over and over — and to try to go on with the oppresser. In aid of such a daunting task in itself, the world would have its hands full to-day for example, supervising on-going common life together, of the german and european and western jewish people — together — in Europe.
B Wook, CC [retd], Cadwal Conservancy
‘MoveOverRover’: I say, that’s hydrogen, isn’t it? Or is one being too inflammatory?
TO All: Does anyone know anything at all; about obduracy, in a Punch Horse?
SOME Great historian I am! The item that was pulled was by some filistini lady who wrote in praise of the women who tried to act as a human-shield, for their men, eh? And some bright sparks, writing here, have written ‘barbarous’ and ‘cowardly’, nicht wahr? Well, sink me! Didn’t some of our “You’re A-Peein'” so-called white fore-bears pull this same stunt, way-back-when? It’s been awhile — but, I think I read about it in Montaigne. My farm-neighbour here in southern Minnesota, Judson Andersen, eighty-six (!), brought it up to-night, over coffee:
“Blazes of Hell, Wookie! It was back in the God-damn Old Country, THEM broads carried THEIR old buck husbands to safety — on their BACKS! And, Je-Sus Christ, the DOOK that was raising Hell with the sonsofbitches laughed so God-damn HARD that the sonofabitch fell off his God-damn HORSE. And when the dirty bastard got back on his feet and wiped OFF the horse-piss, well, Christ…He pardoned the whole SHITAREE! That’s a Hell of a lot MORE like playin’ ball than them PET Israelis of YOURS!”
ANYWAY, When was that?
s/Wook, CC [retd] & historian manque
‘bethersonton’: The truth will out, as I used to tell the lads in the cells. The reason why Mr Gamgee, my sixteen-hand gelding Punch Horse fella will positively not come out of the box-stall, for carrots and to pull the stone-boat (to knock down the snow in the farm-yard) is — mere carrots. She Who Must Be Obeyed has been slipping him — you guessed it! — apples from my prize ‘Honey Crisp’ stash. Tom Sawyer ain’t a patch on it!
Wook, Chief Constable [retd] & Aghast
‘Noggin & cet‘: Er, sorry, ‘sort out’ whom, pray, ‘…with a sword and a few LARGE spiders’, I mean? (In these late middles-ages, one cannot ask too many questions, as my Dad, the Old Wook, used to say.)
I Am no friend of Israel, but, my God, what do we suppose the Israelis are to do? How might they effectively win the assent of their ‘arab neighbours, to have a state? In the worst case, even if a majority of individual Israelis were to realise that the state of Israel is immoral on the historical facts, wherever are these people to go? After all, there are, as well, an abundance of historical facts that say, in essence, ‘to the strong go the goodies’. My father saw Bergen-Belsen, a week after the camp was opened by the RAF, in 1945. People fell dead at ones feet, whilst thanking them for coming — I know that these people have had to become strong & fierce of dire necessity. The rubbishy personalities who use a term (‘holocaust’, ie) for the sake of factitious argument have nothing to contribute, to solve this problem. And, so, whatever are we to do?
‘RichardMNixon’: I’m with you, on your question, what should then have to do with now? But, you and I and others like us are sweetly reasonable — in my own case, at least, because nothing so bad has ever been done to me as to make the victim-game irresistible. However, the nature of human good and evil, if nothing else, does require me, for one, to make the effort to move onto someone else’s emotional ground from time-to-time. I perceive that the advantage is, at best, a subtle one: if ‘I’ can win ‘your’ trust by acknowledging the reality behind the feelings — just possibly, then, we may begin see how & when the dishonesty & manipulation start to creep into the discussion. Lot of people, of course, will say in all sincerity: ‘wash me.’ But, what the unconscious power-drive is quick to add is: ‘…but don’t get my fur wet!’ This, of course, is because of the popular confusion between real feeling — as opposed to rolling around like a dog in sh-t, in a bunch of God-damned affects!
AS Far as these ‘two-state bantustans’ go, Christ on dialysis, do you suppose that such entities are even viable? Obviously enough, alas, my notion of a civil-rights movement in Palestine is about as far-fetched, of course….
‘hackettlad: They are a poor substitute for — italics.
‘bethersonton’: Hands are horizontal hand-widths, one atop the other & from hoof-to-shoulder. I’ve always translated them as @ 5-1/2″. That’s what my Mother’s Dad called ’em at…. As to inveigling & deceiving Mr Gamgee with ‘Golden Delicious’ apples, I’d rather not risk losing all of the critter’s respect just for sake of some quick-and-dirty ‘neo-con’ economic trick! Actually, these apples are not un-tasteful — if they come actually softening and wholly-yellow. Then they have a fine & subtle, pear-like, taste. To be truthful ‘Honey Crisps’ are a dreadful fad, just now. I am from the old school, though, and fancy a good old-fashioned
‘Wealthy’ apple, just ahead of ripe. But, then, I’ve about given up meat nowadays, and it’s all fish and cabbage and barley and onions and cheese and butter, eggs and hard-tack — and all the green veg, in season. The old icelandic diet, with turnips and parsnips figuring mightily, and good beer…. And, aspargus and peas, in the Spring!
INTERESTINGLY, The Sufis contend that such things as charity and forebearance and honesty — first of all with ones ‘individual’ self — are not luxuries. They are necessities in terms of any evolving capacity in Nature (ourselves), for a growing conscious and real capacity, exactly, for progress. As emerging self-awareness in Nature at this point is located in separate and usually-competing physical bodies (“Beer & pussy — Je-sus Christ!” — Judson Andersen), religion is, precisely, a tool — its purpose is to drum up the sort of feeling that will enable physical so-called ‘individuals’ to work together against ‘their’ apparent physically-isolated ‘best’ interests.
NEVERTHELESS, The physical boundary between two human ‘individuals’ is still so-strongly-felt that religion — as a tool — is rapidly at an end of its effectiveness. All tools in this abode of decay corrode. It is all a matter of entropy. Our psychology is a classic field for the play of — entropy. This is because of the great problem most of us have, most of the time, in distinguishing between real feeling for what is most valuable (all that lies beyond ‘the future’) vs the quotidian ebb and flow of hormonal and homeostatic, physiological, emotions. Most of these last are primary — fear and anger, greed, lust and especially organic laziness.
THE Choice is between, precisely, flying off the handle all of the time and “acting like a gang of assholes!” as Mr Judson Andersen, here at home in southern Minnesota, not-inappositely puts it. And, learning how to harness the horse, so to speak….
AS MuHammad said (pbuh), islam is the last religion that shall have been brought out in aid of this ‘horse-training’. After that, we simply will have to grow up and become these ‘gods’ and ‘goddesses’ (including ‘humanism’ and ‘science’ and ‘rationality’!) that we all hare after in one way or another. Plus, of course, learn more about harness!
IT Is up to us, ‘each’ and ‘severally’.
AND, The reason that objective honesty at all points of the compass (including things like paying the exact postage and so on) is simply a necessity, is because this sort of realistic accounting alone can best focus & clarify material life and help to overcome the high signal-to-noise ratio of this rather-inefficient and messy molecular level of existence.
Wook in Hammerhead rd
‘Doctor (Indeed?) Prodworthy’: You ambulatory & crapulous, elder, aborticant, give it a rest! ‘Tis Bodwyn, I tell you…not ‘Blodwyn’ or Bastardovich or whatever else it is you can dredge up from that infamous barrel, between slugs of whatever may be that admittedly-authoritative but dreadful, phenolic, seepage with which you are regaling & poisoning yourself! Mr ‘Bethersonton’ and me are gentlemens, yuss…even if YOU ain’t, b’Gad. Barman! Two more of them there armagnacs — and make it snappy!
‘Nog & cet’ (This here following enquiry, to you, was done down in a feverish pet, by the Hatter Mad & PC-Deletionists): Er, sorry, ‘sort out’ whom, pray, ‘…with a sword and a few LARGE spiders, I mean? (In these late middles-ages, one cannot ask too many questions, as my Dad, the Old Wook, used to say.)
REMOVEABLE Storage, you Devils — it’ll drive the security-nutters mad, MAD, I tell you…agh, hah, Hah, HAH!
BARMAN — More lotion!
‘Doctor (You SAY!) Prodworthy’ & All:
I Move that we — the reason-for-being of this ‘CiF’ argle-bargle! — vote this ‘Midterms & International Crises’ site be, from now & henceforward, the ‘CiF’ General Catch-All & Universal Nutters ‘thread’, wherein we may carry on like the happy lot of psychiatric-cases we are.
VOTE Aye or nay, our madness MUST carry the day,
s/Wook, CC [retd] & Community Organiser
SAY, She Who Must Be Obeyed and I, at least, are having a rather happy & cheerful late middle-age, I will have you know. This is probably because we run a small business together — and are well-and-happily past the ‘love’ vs ‘lust’ utterly-hopeless-of-resolution struggles. (We now leave that to “Them God-damn kids,” southern-Minnesota-style.) Thank bloody! for the menopause, male & female. We do all of these absurd exercises; chase those infernal horses with various harness-bits, swearing; and, revile others for their sins in these internet venues. It may not be, precisely, Sufi-spirituality; but, it sure as Hell is wisdom of some sort! Anyway, when it all settles down, things do get calm; and, one may actually feel better and stronger and more on the qui vive than ever before in ones life — promise! The trouble with my 1946-64 generation is that the poor souls live in town, with too-entirely-easy access to such things as ‘Viagra’ and elected-office. No wonder so many of these swag-bellied leering OLD bastards-in-denial ARE internet porno-hounds; and, their annoyed wives axe-minded viragoes….
THROW Away! the credit-cards, “Goddammit!”
Wook In Eden
‘lavenderblue’: GOOD Of you to say so! But, make no mistake, we two, here, have also our long lives of sin behind us. And, just necessarily so I should say.
INTERESTINGLY, The Mahometan Sufis point out that the romantic-love business as we know it now — and, now, past its best days — was brought in by the mediaeval troubadours. It was conducted as a specific operation (NB — Idries Shah, qv); and, intended to realise certain developments in human awareness:
THE Divinisation of the female & male images reflects an archaic stratum — and, a very real need — of the human psyche; and, it was needful to bring it forward, not least in anticipation that one day, very shortly really in geological terms, revealed religions should have finally done all they could. Toward the same goal, I mean:
AGAIN, The motive is the potential inherent in Nature; and, the goal is the realisation, by Nature (in our persons), of self-awareness. This pattern is recapitualted in the individual life, as well.
THUS, In ones young time it is absolutely necessary for a young male hominid at our stage of neurological development to mis-take absolutely the young female with whom he is ‘in love’ for the very incarnation, of Goddess, Herself. Just as she must be overly-inclined to take her young pollinator for the Very God, Himself. And, woe betide them, if because of late-historical & jaded, excessively ‘knowledgeable’, cynicism, they do — can! — not.
FOR Example, our urbanised & excessively-abstracting world of to-day is entirely-too-full of guarded young males who prematurely say to themselves:
‘”LUV”, My arse — it is just another little ape-girl…!’
TIME Enough for such autumnal poignant realisations in mid-life; and, especially after she has grown a soft small moustache; and, he has gone softly & sweetly adipose, about the midriff.
IN Any case, wounded thoughts, and over-much reproving by one gender of the other (for the failings of our common & doomed humankind) just ain’t much to the point. Buck up — the trains are still on-time!
Old Cop & Minnesota Farmer In The Tule-Bogs
‘grecoverde’: AH, Hell, no — I’ve my own office & my own kicks: local history monthly on the radio, water-colouring & drawing, math-hobbies, astronomy, archery, foreign languages, classics, Beatrix Potter & Jane Austen, baroque music & jazz…. And so it goes, tiddley-pom, the more it snows…. (Grey out, to-day, and melting. The much of the six inches we had is melted away.)
ANYWAY, SWMBO (and, who refers to me — in divers tones, on divers occasions — as ‘Sweetie’ & ‘You OLD Sonofabitch….!’) pretty much either embraces this stuff or ignores it all. About the only thing that comes close, really, to getting on her tits is when I start in about ‘the English constitution, when in 1711….’!
SWMBO Has her own fish to fry!
SHE’S A reporter for the provincial paper & especially I delight going with her when it’s some interview or other, w/some perv or slasher that has been laid by the heels, for molesting its children, parishioners, clients, whatever…. Or, for opportunistic embezzlement, of township or county acounts. SWMBO, as well as being a retired metropolitan editor (hence, the beginning of the following gun-stories), is also a crack shot and has cozened me into — clay-pigeons! I’ve got my maternal great-grandfather’s 1883 ‘Remington’ double-barreled 12 ga. scatter-gun — this is for the burglars’ back-sides — and an old ‘Webley’ .455 revolver (in case any ‘public officials’ get too aggravating with their ‘it’s the law’ professionalistic yammering — these people just bray like jackasses!), and that’s it. However, SWMBO has the closets by now just stuffed with the most preposterous & over-sized assortment of hand-guns. (There are, as well, at least a dozen shot-guns and rifles.) Recently, SWMBO sent me in the dark down the upstairs passgae to the end-closet, for more typing-paper; and I actually got cut in the head by a .44 cal. something-or-other that flew out the top-most shelf and hit me in the head.
‘FLAMING Hell, Woman, God-damn-it-to-Hell anyway….’
BUT, We always kiss & make up & canoodle — as we both adore film and stage-plays. And, so, you see, there’s the answer, I’d guess:
PLENTY Of sin & crime — and, rock-gardening! — and cats! — and an Airedale — all around.
REAL Fighting — Hell, no! It’s too much WORK; and, NO fun.
ALL For now,
TO All: SWMBO was instrumental in getting this Pastor Holthus character busted & widely-exposed, in the prints! Isn’t he shifty-looking?
14 November 2006 front-page.
Wook & Proud As Hell!
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 14 November 2006]