Sunday, 14 September 2014

What is What

One side's alleged lament goes that Cheney and his comrades fucked up Iraq, therefore America has a moral obligation to help fix it. The problem with this thinking is that one must assume that, whoever "America" is, they have any intention of fixing whatever "it" is.

Sunday, 7 September 2014

D'you know what? I love you better now.

It takes effort to explain the adolescent passion effused by the enchanted Kate Bush enthusiast at the mere promise of being in the presence of her expected bewitching majesty, let alone communicate a review of what it was like to have been there, to get to see her feet planted firmly doing what I'd theretofore only imagined she'd do best if she did, along with the rest of her bests. Then she goes on and does it.

Therein lies my appraisal's paradox: A pure description of this extraordinary happening can only be done in the fashion with which she and her collective achieved it.

Sunday, 31 August 2014

RIP Fred Burkhart

Poet & performer, photographer & friend, a true artist and inspiration, Fred Burkhart has gone. This time for good. He gave me much, and his last words to me were graciously understanding and lovingly kind.

Bless you, Fred, wherever you may be.  I know your essence remains with each of us who hold you thus blessed, but it's fully realized only as it could be collectively known just how much you'll be missed.

As you concluded so many times, on patterning the nerve speech:
The Eternal as the Origin of Words - the Logos
Somehow tragically lassoed and waylaid
and reduced to the flesh of obscure places

Lost in a world of name-calling and retribution
Reduced forever more to a Date With Noah Webster

Words forever lost on eulogizing one another.

Irgendwo in der Tiefe gibt es ein Licht

These prints of our feet lead right up to the sea.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Freeze dried, refried, and multified dimensionality of mood & voice

The linguistic origin of “I could care less” lies in irony. Its standard use pre-dates “I couldn’t care less”, which was nonexistent in the lexicon until a loose-knit band of dormitory pedagogues began insisting that the former was a misnomer; the irony was further buried as a result. Yet, while the pedants have never truly known what they were talking about, the peasants still know exactly what they mean.
me, today


Hoping assumes, at least conceptually, that the something hoped for is possible at some point in time. The mood is indicative: I hope it does.

Wishing assumes an unlikely reality at any given point in time. Hence the mood is a subjunctive one: I wish it would.

The historical reliability of the voice of the mood not withstanding, the mood expresses only mood, not objective plausibility. Moreover, irony, while detectable, has no syntactical constant:

If one responds to the question "Do you think it will rain?" with "I wish it would," instead of "I hope it does," we can assume that the speaker's employment of the subjunctive mood can be either an expression of a believed unlikelihood or indicative of the speaker's frustration with the dryness of the weather. And even the latter doesn't take into account a sarcastic tone denoting the idea that there's been entirely too much rain lately. When such a vocal inflection is recognized, context is critical.

Both real and theoretical concepts are conveyed & received probabilistically - as are matter, space and time. Theories come about when reality cannot answer its own questions, or seems increasingly unlikely to.

Kynaststraße, Berlin - 2014