America stands for that kid in the corner of the playground with the magnifying glass burning the insects cos his parents divorced. #America
Facebook is what the embalmer did to Joan Rivers twenty years before she died. #facebook
Facebook is a NSA tool masquerading as a bulletin board for people who don't look out of their windows often. #facebook
The only merciless social killers I've ever heard of have been an adjunct to Americas' training. Name one other after Mao Tse-tung? that wasn't an ex cia employee. #america
America eventually will be seen as an oldschool colonist folly built on calvanist faith and leveraged to french revolution proportions. #america
Fraser has synthesized pan cultural clown as well or better than anybody. He, like Rob Torres have a variety of engagements but they retain essentially that they are entertainment that is happenchance. Their mastery is such they can create self sustaining public gifts. One definition of street theatre. #street theatre #clown
as of 2013, 61% of the worlds pop has no contact with the internet. Well over half our species, not mortgaged in any way, yet to have their societies prostituted to supply chains. People more inclined towards each other and less inclined to a metaphysical castle on a hill. Meta #philosophy
So God dissolved for me before I saw through Santa,because I believed in technology. I figured one dude with a delivery plan and an airborne system was more feasible than the other dude who created the universe. Santa gave me annual evidence of his existence. I could only wonder at his kindness and efficiency.Now a grown-up I bear no grudges at cultural falsehoods timed to explode in lue of more literal scarification rituals.Having said that, as adults, can we simply accept that there's no such thing as baby carrots? #faith
Just had a thought.
First my personal context, 51, born in 63, grew up and teenage years met the first generation of aging hippys.
[I think we're into gen 3 aging hippies now and I swear they're all much older than me]
anyway, age of aquarius bollocks, as if the specific gravities of a combination of planets and stars per individual influences their temperaments?
Hi my names martin I'm an Aries which means I'm arrogant and insecure now if you could stop bogarting while being an amplifier of half digested pseudo science I could medicate my social anxiety.
Hold on, I started out with just a thought and I've written one of probably two or three background paragraphs. DAMN YOU WRITING PROCESS! DAMN YOU TO HELL.
Astrology's just background scatter, a test of faith before you go the whole nostradamus hog. Then there's the Mayans with their chronological aspergers. I always thought it suspicious that the Mayans and computer programmers in the 70's both thought the world was finite within a decade of each other.
Here we all are on the other side of that but what I think resonates is that it seemed we were always promised, like brethren immemorial, that our generation was to participate in some 'consciousness reset' some 'higher collective harmonic' or some such. I like many others, simply waited for the world to catch up and agree with all my crack-pot opinions
But here's my thought, the most profound, consciousness raising, explosively ramificating thing that could be done in our lifetimes is the encryption of the internet.
Govts can't wage a war against math. #socialobservation, #personal
We gibber, making moral judgements with no actual evidence while presuming our humanity is innate rather than simply a media reflex. #online
"The big noise drowns out the little music that makes the world better.” #online
I believe Aliens imprinted comedy into early humans and are hanging back waiting for us to laugh at a specific thing. #strange
Apparently Prime Minister Tony Abbott believes Aboriginies are just shadows white people make. #aussie
Alternative dimension Custer telegraph.
Surrounded by Indians stop They seem casual stop Much to learn stop. #strange
Fundamental attribution error may end our species however it's the bedrock of comedy so worth it. #science
We take direction and call it individuality. We succumb to rituals and conventions that define us and occasionally if we’re lucky some canny technician will temporarily remove our bedrock and yet we will be too entranced to be frightened. #clown
Isn't an economist just a witchdoctor with a sad sense of costume?A high priest of the status quo mumbling about demons in the next village. #strange
There's this guy, late 20s, who for the last few months has been walking up and down the road outside my place, couple of miles one way then back. He wears a hoodie and a small backpack. I recognise the perambulating symptoms of a lost soul locked within itself because I've been there. Today I passed him resting, he closed his eyes as I passed, there is only so much input that can be borne. He used to walk with energy, months have past, he now shuffles. I can do nothing but give him a packet of Granola next time I see him. For him it’s I sadly suspect the end of days. In Hawaii til his parents rescue him. #sad
What some might call sloth I call contemporary anthropology in the first person.
We proceeded to speak as normal people do about this and that.
That is to say, being performers our monologues intertwined. #observation
I worry that I'm needlessly cheerful. #observation
Question; Is Nominative determinism fourth dimensional onomatopoeia? Cos it seems like it. #Observation
Clowns inhabit a rare stratum,anti-establishment yet attractive.Allowing them to overstep socially, gutting societies boundaries like a fish #clownI care, because clowns traditionally inhabit a rare stratum in which they are anti-establishment yet attractive. They create live capsules in which their own laughable failures allow them to overstep and gut societies boundaries like a fish. Temporary relief is better than no relief at all and if it's done via a chorus of laughter then the tradition is preserved. #clown
People accuse me of overthinking things but Ebola still might be the planets natural defensive response to the TSA. #strange #tsa
I want my TSA people [third gen] in full Hazmat suits sweating and still being paid macdonalds wages. Thanks random genetic mutation. I get your humor. #tsa
"911, please state your emergency"
"Someone hurt my feelings.” #theme
The internet has grown enormously, the washing line now extends beyond the curvature of the earth. Beware the internet aunties! #internet
Livingspace wasn't interested in middlemen, he didn't fall for the seduction of being a performance commodity, he'd do festivals and they'd have to employ someone who gave a fuck to shadow him, it was the only way. He wanted to disrupt peoples lives in a positive and unusual way. But if you dragged him from where-ever he fell and placed him behind a curtain with his suitcase of props and in the morning raised the curtain to reveal the matinee audience, he'd be your monkey. #performer #clown
#assholes Alex jonesAlex Jones, socio-political entity.
his 'job' is to keep an organized public resistance to fascism fractured and impotent.
He's remarkably like what a fascist would look like if that fascist decided to disguise themselves as a political protester.
Anti-gay.. Tick
Anti mexican…Tick
Anti-semetic [in as much as the Rothschilds and the Rockefeller's inbreed and seed govts and longterm control the planet] ..tick
Anti-environmentalist..tick
As tribal mammals all but the sociopathic have an innate empathy when presented with inflicted pain.
Alex Jones's simplistic bombastic hysterics seem designed to produce 'empathy fields' if you will, that Jones skillfully, in his almost patently hamfisted way, uses to attempt to reduce the world to a fractal cartoon. A cartoon of smug rage.
Be that as it may, if those who graze on him, [and it's a big if] can look sub texturally at what outrages them, It's my opinion that you'll find at it's core a foundation of impotency.
Evidence? Let's see. Elections that evidence points to being rigged by electronic means leading to wars that the majority of citizens were not in favor of leading to distractive polarizing political Kabuki for the last decade leading to torture and the suspension of Habeas corpus in Americas [and hence if American, your names] That's a brief overview of the impotency bedrock Alan Jones surfs for a living.
When powerless people look for leadership, if suitably befuddled, sometimes any semi coherent but seemingly passionate plonker will do. Habits are hard to break and we're tribal and like chest thumping monkeys. Alex Jones is a chest thumping monkey whose form outweighs his content by at least 10 to 1. He's impotent but he's shrill and loud and passionate which is at least 2 things more than you…. and so people trust the monkey that's louder than them because it saves them thinking for themselves which is increasingly impossibly hard and because it feeds a sense of entitlement in allowing them to feel part of some amorphous potential solution rather than in reality part of the problem.
conspirihypocratic conspiratainment, it all comes down to choosing your narcissistic douchebags wisely I guess. It's not like we're not spoiled for choice.#asshole
#clown. "Laughter seems to me to contain a truth of sorts. When crowds in public were drawn to it and I orchestrated it I felt I was a fish swimming muscularily up-current. The collective laughter of strangers bound by circumstance and a primal recognition of comedy was my medium.” #pr
This is so disheartening, if there's one significant indicator that we are all simply hopeless drones destined to either exploit or be exploited it's the legislation-isation of free expression in what diminishing 'public places' that remain to protect against 'public nuisance' which in real terms is anything that distracts from the retail experience which has been sold to us unrelentingly as the substantive answer to the void it itself created within us in order to maintain itself. God forbid as a public shuffles in it's off hours to placate themselves by purchasing fucking overpriced do-dads that they be offered relief by their own kind who make them laugh and temporarily become whole. #Street theatre
I think you can be all over comedy both inside and out but tragedy is a vehicle with adult proof locks. #clown
The oldest currency is small useful things and sometimes a moment of laughter in an otherwise complicated and grinding existence is a small useful thing. #clown
I admit it, I crack myself up. I think some of my promo is much funnier than my actual show. I had to send some off today and went through some past stuff I've used at festivals. eg.
New Zealands Martin Ewen developed his ‘Lurk’ clown character 30 years ago.
Having graduated clown school and worked in the original ‘Stalker stilt theatre for two years, Lurk combines unparrelleled skill and original stilt technique with bitter dissapointment in the human condition as it applies to 11 ft pantomimes.
His success is amply demonstrated by the fact he hasn’t starved to death yet. #promo
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A tall white faced abstracted protagonist exploiting the dramatic tension inherent in corners.
“Lurk” is a white face pantomime like no other.Trained in France, NZ and Japan his performance is truly international.
“I have been working with my present stilt / mime / eccentric for over thirty years. The character is self contained, that is, in character I make my own entertainment. Mime is technically creating three dimensional objects in space. As such I have three mime children, a wife who left me, a shrapnel wound, recently a machine gun, I don’t do walls or doors. I find walking and sometimes dancing into a strong wind more entertaining when not mimed. I mime a god I plead to for just one more victim.”
Not to be missed, this is comedy designed to make you laugh in spite of your upbringing.#promo
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Despite being hospitalized by an overhead fan at the Edinburgh Festival. Being put in intensive care after only 4 hours in Singapore with a suspected fractured skull.
Despite being arrested (For suspicion of being Moroccan)while performing on the Ave de Innocence in Paris, and whilst performing next to a 17th century church in Denmark (for possession of humour) and threatened by knife wielding heavy metalers in Glasgow, and despite projectile vomiting onto an audience while ballet dancing in Japan, Martin Ewen has enjoyed a 30+ year career of unhindered success. Having worked in film alongside Tom Cruise and at private parties alongside James Brown and Aretha Franklyn and also appearing at the prestigious Dunedin annual pensioners picnic it is now finally America’s opportunity to have to forgive themselves for laughing.
A 21st century professional sociopath. Pedestrian vivisection where the victims walk away laughing.
Combining cruelty with whimsy in a sharp comic portrayal of reality.
Using his convention to explore tension and its relationship with comedy.
Providing laughter and temporary philosophic relief as the public watch others mildly suffer.
Welcome to ‘Lurk’ the disgruntled pantomimes reach out and ridicule someone program. #promo
I think if you look at TV's descent into digital alzheimer's over the last few years as it's remaining viewers bicker about the channels in their retirement homes trying to guard the inputs for premasticated opinions central to their senses of identity, that it's kinda fitting, with vast numbers turning off and cutting their cable services and seeking to look at media in the same way Govts are looking at us, with sceptical suspicion, that they voluntarily expose themselves as gibbering loons, pompous brittle sycophants and cultural red setters mindlessly humping the sofas of their own self regard. Amusing to visit but not something you'd allow in your own house. [PS, sometimes I construct really long sentences in red setter mode myself] #internet
The internet, both recreationally and sociopolitically is tautologically as well as realistically unfathomably deep and irredeemably shallow #internet
I've been marinating online for over a decade now and have made an effort to start reading books recreationally again. I used to read a lot, close to a book a day for a couple of decades. They are so much deeper and richer an experience, coupling yourself to one guys mind rather than skimming constantly through what amounts to be commercial assignments or drivel reminiscent of Anne Frank if she had a superiority complex and a debilitating head injury. #personal
I spent the first half of my life intelligent and articulate and terrified. Anyone who knows me knows enough to know full frontal status attacks produce well weighted withering counterattacks. I've yet to be be bested but admittedly I've only ever seemed attractive to low hanging fruit with little to lose and various mentally ill people who gravitate towards street theatre.#personal
"The typical Jester is a Management Consultant.” #clown
jailbreaking your brain is strictly prohibited. any attempt to do so, successfully or otherwise, risks having it bricked permanently.” #strange
Clown insurance, I pay $100 a year and I can do up to $3 million dollars worth of damage. It's helpful to have a concrete goal.#clown
I've studied the socio-political world from many angles, in many cultures. I've studied applied anthropology, jungian theory, world history, child development and investigated a raft of psychiatric disorders individual and collective and have concluded after weighty consideration that apart from one or two logistic issues and some currency concerns world peace and prosperity's fulcrum's that we each need to buy someone else a pony.#observation
acebooks outrage/indignace pornography is striking me as tragic for all concerned.
I DON'T CARE...If you've found a film of some kid drowning puppies.
I DON'T CARE...what the latest FOX vomit consists of.
I DON'T CARE that the only semblance of control you have over life is to project your very real impotent frustrated dis-ease via facebook.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY ON FACEBOOK, [unless it's hello followed by something witty and you already know me.]
Facebook is simply catnip for social ghosts. #facebookI'm guilty, but I'm done. I think it was the drowning puppy outrage that got me. No sense of scale and given they are now dead it just struck me as masturbation of the most pitiful kind. For example..Here we are with computers/shoes and clothes all made in sweatshops whining about the cruelty of others and flushing our systems with that rich, rich self absorbed, self rightious, pious wank that takes all of 10 secs to cut and paste. If you think dumping toxic sludge on the great barrier reef and punching babies in the face and the concept of War are bad then like and share and together we'll make a difference. /s #facebook
I'm aware that my indignance mirrors those I rail against, just on a meta level, and so I am as guilty and as much of a hypocrite in that. I see that and am aware others will too. But sometimes I snap just generally at those who don't see and whose basic human need for validation fixates on the 'sins' of others because of the hormonal cocktail it releases. I'm relatively old and I think a lot and judge myself fiercely and sometimes for relief take those skills and almost whimsically gut others like a fish. Usually just to entertain myself and because it's an outlet. However, having my own relationship with a red nose reminds me that good things happen when you do things and interact while doing things. Reality is an unimaginably large orchestra and facebook is in comparison the cheapest form of transistor radio. It's a simulated reality, the order, the importance, whether you see what your 'friends' are up to are are determined by forces outside your control. It's someone elses simulation of reality, you cannot even pretend that vague fugueish dementia it lends you is your own. Politically to me I picture millions of solitary folk screaming into their pillows before pushing 'post'. I'm starting to ignore friends I respect simply because reading their howling posts makes me feel like some stranger's just ejaculated on me in an elevator. #facebook
Which is fine...I'm just not into that. #facebook
Pittsburgh.
From Nth Carolina to Pittsburgh by train, arrive after midnight, John Pike, ex Invisible Circus and a veteran of shared Halifax and NZ festivals, himself an Englishman, is managing an Irish Bar in the South side.
He’s had a taxi waiting 30 mins without the meter on when I arrive. I note he hasn’t lost his touch.
He runs a smooth bar, he’s been increasing all the metrics. Some people are just good to hang with. John’s one.
I just stayed over the weekend, I was told it might be workable South Side.
I had meant to work the friday evening but as I approached the square I was smothered in a dense spectrum sense by a mega gaggle of hideous women all mincing along to the premier of “Sex in the city 2."
Some ‘Ladies night out’ had been arranged and hundreds were invited to a happy hour complete with manicures, massages, tarot card readings and a Botox demonstration before the movie.
I was suddenly surrounded by a weighty funk of estrogen driven malfunctionists. My desire to reproduce, a hardwired constant since puberty, immediately flatlined.
Somehow contained inside evening dresses bought with the aid of circus mirrors or chronic delusion, teetering on heels handicapped to a spina bifida equivalent. Careening unsteadily in a scrum of similarly programmed tipsy tribeswoman towards a theatre after two drinks and a Botox lecture. Competing alpha females shrieked and bellowed their woosy attempts at wit.
The phalanx meandered unsteadily with me immersed in it’s many overexposed bosoms.
I’d worked at the Maryland Renaissance Faire for 7 years, I wear stilts, I’d seen my share of undulating uplifted breast lagoons from above. I have nothing against breasts, they kept me alive a number of months and I’m grateful.
No it was more the overall complexion, these woman were grown under the fluorescent light of typing pools, fed convenient empty foods and easily digested TV culture and given just enough disposable income to have some colorful and tightfitting joke played on them by the fashion industry while they fuel their brittle dreams of one day being treated like they themselves treated their barbies. Love being simply a means to accessorise.
[Not that I pretend to know what love is]
It’s not Dante’s fault, how was he to know hell had other levels?
Well that kind of thing just depresses me so I didn’t work the friday. I just rode in the midst of the fractured femininity until I could shake them loose and loop back home.
But Saturday! [see how quick I bounce back?] I was back at the South Side square for some uninterrupted fun. I worked one corner, then danced with the band in the square and then did a much larger show that I didn’t hat because I’m a too cool for school fool.
All good.
It was interesting to revisit street theatre in of all places an old steel town in the states. #americantravels
Sometimes the crash after a festival run can be hard, imagine after Halifax, sharing a plane then train, both providing alcohol and about 20+ hours in total having interrupted the wrap party at the departure end and then a further weeks debauch in Portsmouth all in the company of invisible circus john. A man who blows bubbles in Canada and at home has the keys to the Portsmouth Kings Theatre and lives beside it and is it's stage manager. Overseeing all.
Then John and I go to Belgium until finally I am left on my own again about lunchtime. Begin the crash, work every day while staying at the seamans hotel in the red light district. Barely cover rent and beer and newspapers. Searching for corners, working three.
One advantage of depression and it's innate self absorption is that it becomes an ideal soil from which righteous indignation can grow.
When people tell me they don't like Clowns I remember this Poem I call
Belgium Bitters.
I’m a clown and I’m sick of people.
-Blank-Instinctive laugh-Back to blank-drones
Idle minds numbed by choices made years ago
Adrift on a conveyer of soul rotting routine assignments.
Calm husks about their shopping.
Stupid mono-mental morons with wives , husbands, children in tow.
Designer label dipshits
whose only ambition is to upgrade
to a slightly more expensive vacuousness.
Children-
sugar saturated runamoc brats, who
like their parents
know nothing more than their immediate needs
The only tool they’re issued - emotional blackmail
I hate teenagers en mass
premasticated pap formulas of sentiment without substance.
Teenage males
egos enormous brittle and facile
all covering their transparent fear
Teenage females preprogrammed for collective hysteria as sexual cul de sac
I see them every day
I entertain them
I make them laugh at others
unaware that they themselves have been exposed
I hate them
and I’m going to do it all again tomorrow
Their insipid blank bovine faces will lift themselves
as they strain to identify my relevance
while their naked humanity
balloons outward
in tears of laughter
Dumb Fucks -------#observation
I was a prince among men was I not?#observation
Public space, common ground, it's function and demise. street theatre
Still; worth looking at what was once recognised and accepted as the public commons.... Just food for thought really. I'd evoke concepts like 'discuss' but that would presume a fuck was given. As is I'm simply bearing public witness, in isolation, to contrary thoughts of others. Soon I will tour, pen in hand and camera on my elongated head, to balance being witnessed and witnessing, around the world.
“Their intent is to target street artists and vendors as a means of regulating and controlling the community’s use of public space, for the benefit of expensive galleries, fancy restaurants and developers. The effect is to better provide the capital-owning business elite with a controlled and sterilized neighborhood full of passive armies of docile workers and obedient shoppers. Their ambition is to redraw urban geography according to profit motives, and convert public and social life into the plaything of the private interests. This amounts to an attempt to rob us of every free and spontaneous aspect of our communities and our lives, and replace each of them with no alternative but submission and the compulsion to consume.” #public commons
and more esoterically ...
In short, approaching life and one's fellows from a mode of mind evincing aspects of the human condition that existed outside the realm of workplace expediency and consumer desire had been diminished to the point of being rendered all but absent. People seemed adrift -- bereft of the ability to cohabit public space. The will towards communal engagement had atrophied.
Essential qualities -- traits that are uniquely human -- had been lost. A wasteland of fragmented discourse and inarticulate rage howled between us.
And the situation has only degraded since that time. Unless communal space can be reclaimed and our innate humanity re-established, to paraphrase Kafka: There is infinite hope but not for us.#public commons
"Awake we share the world; sleeping each turns to his private world." -- Heraclitus
Once you have allowed the swindle to permeate your being -- taking back your life must become the driving force of your existence. If you don't recapture the landscape of your own soul, then your life will be comprised of a dance with dust and ash. #meaning, #observation #lessons
In such times, where can sanctuary be sought? Both within and by risking casting oneself towards the beating heart of the soul of life. Human beings contain deep reservoirs of empathy, a capacity for apprehending the sacred, and the ability to love. Deep wells of redemption pool beneath the wasteland. The human heart is a divining rod that helps one locate the source of the healing waters of life. #poetry #meaning #straws
we have become storm troopers, ourselves, marching in a mindless parade of endless distraction. All as the sky burns and oceans seethe acidity.Phil Rockstroh #poetry #meaning #straws
I've read that on average children laugh 200 times a day whilst adults 15-18 times a day.
I must have had a shitty childhood. #strange
Leo Tolstoy, in his essay “What Is Art?”:
Art is not, as the metaphysicians say, the manifestation of some mysterious idea of beauty or God; it is not, as the aesthetical physiologists say, a game in which man lets off his excess of stored-up energy; it is not the expression of man’s emotions by external signs; it is not the production of pleasing objects; and, above all, it is not pleasure; but it is a means of union among men, joining them together in the same feelings, and indispensable for the life and progress toward well-being of individuals and of humanity.#classic
They told me I couldn't bring liquids onto the plane...I had to explain I was mostly liquid.#strange
I can remember sulking at Dado as he filmed this particular day because he had pulled my music while I was dancing on stage to mostly old Chinese folk and some military officials earlier in the day. I had all these old happy people clapping along to NIN, 'Closer'. Rows of happy clappers as I wiggled about to 'I want to fuck you like an animal.' *sigh* I was making a pancultural statement about the elasticity of content as it's informed by tone. I'm so misunderstood.#clown
If it looks like a duck and sound like a duck and takes the nations wealth and goodwill and wages war for it's own benefit like a duck.... Then you should kill and pluck and eat the motherfucking shit out of that duck. Happy veterans day! #america
The internet can be like standing under a waterfall, sensationally interesting but your sandwidges get soggy and drip in clumps through your fingers and you waste away to nothing.#internet
The New York Time's greatest achievement is that the verbose slurry it secretes is commonly accepted as journalism at all. From the Kuwait incubators to the parroting of the lies required to forward certain war profiteers agendas to the pantomime of it being 'left wing' The new york times is the whore in the crown of a country entirely run from the top down while promoting the placating fiction that it isn't. …#america
If I could clone myself simply to have my own collective noun it would be a wry malignancy of Lurks.
"Live,like you desperately need oxygen to survive Love, like your confirmation bias is the figment of someone else's imagination.Dance.Like a sac of fire ants just burst in your pocket." Is sadly too long for a book title.#strange
"So it's some street theatre, tumbling, skilled but formulaic IMO, still, not bagging it, go guys, but to me more importantly note the surroundings, this is the town center, note the complete lack of homogenized generic brand-stores, the refreshing lack of advertising cacophony, it's almost as if the people are the most important factor and not their mere ability to consume retail. People are still able to take center stage in this envirionment, expressing themselves without having to be an adjunct to some gladhanding corporate marketing masturbatorium to justify themselves. Refreshing and a reminder of what public spaces really are at heart. Places for the public rather than catchment areas designed to whore attention spans for profit.#public commons
In a nutshell, very easily pleased, very difficult to satisfy. #observation
I'm deeply sentimental with forays into weapons grade melancholia while also childishly easily pleased, whimsical and deliberately trite.#observation
"We were walking down a hall and a guy with no legs comes rolling toward us. My kid was 4 and talked way too loud, so I was holding my breath. As soon as he passed, he says (loudly), "that man had the prettiest eyes". The guy laughed and I was relieved.”#strange
Nominative determinism could explain why death rattle the clown failed his cirque audition.#science
Post Rational America; "We're not going to let our campaign be dictated by fact checkers,"Bear in mind this is a parody of self pity rather than self pity itself.#America
I've been invited and will be attending a small dinner party tonight, myself and 7 others and I know I'll be asked to explain or answer 'What I do', you know..."And what do you do?"
These people are very wealthy, very successful and while that doesn't intimidate me in the slightest the question itself does.
Historically the most truthful answer is , "I'm a Clown." But then I define Clown in a personally idiocyncratic way so that pat answer could be a little misleading. They may picture a circus clown [which I've been] or a birthday clown [which has happened] however the clown I am is a bitter bleak personage trapped in a convention he cannot understand nor control and who projects this existential quandry by victimizing others for what small amusement and relief that lends him.
All a bit much really and the fact I haven't worked for about a year and have just left a rehab facility I've lived in a year and a half....... I'd be let out for gigs like China which I'd convince staff 'was part of my journey'....well all this creates a bit of a ponderance.
So...What in fact do I do?
* Nothing constructive? I'm a mildly amusing leech. A minor pimple on the acne ravaged face of humanity.
*I'm kinda a self aware renaissance man of dysfunction.
[Having mastered alcoholism, drug addiction, crippling social anxiety, clinical depression and a form of reverse decathlon where I attempt to squander and destroy every of the many gifts that are native to me and every opportunity offered.]
* I have a select online audience, mostly bots, that, while I can master the delusion, I write for the amusement of.
* I'm a literate slow-mo toy train crash.
* I am professionally misunderstood. In that no-one has yet realised that it is in fact a job being myself.
*Pragmatically, I ingest various, both basic and complex, animal and plant matter and process it to distribute manure on a global scale. This isn't an occupation obviously, it's just a function of being human and in my case I've travelled extensively while doing it
Maybe I'll just stick with clown.
I have to go now. #clown
Still; the omelette of collective enhancement cannot be made without eggshell fractures
of premeditated hysteria. #Strange
We live in a world where a constellation of cognitive illusions – that infinite growth can be sustained on a finite planet, that consumerism can make us happy, that corporations are persons – are dragging us into an ecological apocalypse. These cognitive illusions won’t disappear because they’ve been proven false – they must be overcome at a deeper level. We need something other than rationality, statistics, scientific thought … we need something more, even, than what has passed for activism thus far. We must spark an epiphany, a worldwide flash of insight that renders our blind spots visible once and for all. This collective awakening begins the moment we look inward and ask ourselves: Am I caught inside a grand cognitive illusion? #reality, #observation #meaning
"I don't think it would be too controversial to suggest that we are embedded actors in an imagined landscape: this collective narrative is a participatory project, an occult language with a grammatical and syntactical structure that recapitulates the ontological themes which are the motivating mythologies of every tragedy and comedy.We acquire a fluency in this language through our shared suffering with other actors, whose dialog interrupts our solipsistic reverie with insistent demands for the next lines in the drama. If the whole thing seems eerily and unsettlingly reminiscent of some vaguely remembered something just beyond conscious recollection, it's not a coincidence we're feeling the curious vertigo of deja vu. Synchronicity is the clever plot device used to signal the organization of the narrative around several recurring, archetypal motifs. The decoding of these themes is the principal occupation of those who have become conscious of their roles as actors in an imagined landscape. Other players have resorted to a rigorous form of method acting called amnesia. They require subtle techniques of assistance, as waking them up too suddenly often produces violent reactions of disorientation and fear.We're seeing a lot of disorientation and fear these days. "
"Synchronicities are the jokers in nature's pack of cards for they refuse to play by the rules and offer a hint that, in our quest for certainty about the universe, we have ignored some vital clues." F.David Peat, physicist #others #reality, #observation #meaning
The context? It's kinda meta contextual. It's about the perception of the human condition as it relates to synchronicities and about potential cognitive dissonance when contexts dissolve. #clown
Re the New York Times vapidly sycophantic and cringingly obsequious love letter to Obama the philosopher-king's turgid journey on Americans behalf into extrajudicial murder.
[google..'Secret ‘Kill List’ Proves a Test of Obama’s Principles and Will' I'm not linking to the obscenity]
If you cannot see a tiny group of men meeting weekly to decide who to kill with flying death machines in countries not engaged in war as morally wrong then quite simply you are no longer fully human and more a half dead media echo that consumes.
Habeas corpus is dead and with it the concept of America and the concepts of justice and morality are divorced.
The greatest challenge left is to somehow generate pity for a proud nation with no moral basis but the ability to murder at will.
"A few thoughts on the
penultimate tip of America's festering moral abyss
which is a rotting compost pile filled with the putrifying flesh and dismembered parts of its victims, flayed alive
in the instant of their mortal transfiguration by the
scalding heat and light
of what now gloatingly passes for moral conviction
the chemical signature of furiously-igniting high explosive
rendering a final verdict that can never be undone,
long-distance pronouncements on
instantaneous timelines with
over-the-horizon trajectories
signalling the utter finality of collapse of the
very last wretched remnant of honour the nation
in a fit of deluded celebration could ever
have recklessly, even mockingly
claimed ...
now lost, gone, tragically no longer even
capable of being remembered.
The triumph of treachery and betrayal
for a nation like a people, is to be
stripped of context, devoid of meaning,
unencumbered by every annoying vestige of
half-forgotton long-lost notion of what it
once meant to be decent and righteous and just
for without relevance one can never, ever be wrong.
What Reagan, the Bushes and Clinton and their
omnibus minions colluded, authorized and
plotted in secret, ie. the state's power to kill at-will
absent legal niceties and public exposure,
Obama's White House now has rebranded as the divine, weighty obligation of a faux-populist Leader-King --
someone who, we are (somewhat chidingly) assured
takes the duty of state-sanctioned murder seriously --
at least as seriously as we ought
were we to have the dubious honour of
our best-guess convictions informing our
unquestioned presumption.
Meanwhile, America slumbers on in sated dreamland glory
as its cranked-up mindless armies inflict waking-nightmare ravages
half-a-world away, its citizens for the most part
never imagining the debt of furious payback retribution
slowly piling up,
postponed consequences marching in rows
teetering in unbalanced columns
not forgotton,
stored in bombproof ledgers
by Karma the clerk, methodically keeping score …” #americaImafraid
The humor accelerating outward for epocs and then momenterially poised, suspended, before beginning epocs again, this time contracting until the universes humor compacts into a singular atom of infinitely dense humor. [in scientific terms this is called a 'Yuk'] before simply ceasing to be. #Sciencebitches #science
"So, if you combine the automation of terrorist identification with an administrative “hit” list with automated drones that execute the order, you have a global killing machine. A machine that requires very few people to run and can kill almost anyone that triggers in in a matter of minutes.
What will be done with it? If we end up in a disorderly economic depression, as it increasingly looks like we will, we’re going get a good demonstration of what life under automated authoritarianism. #america
"Don't be fooled into thinking that this digital bullshit, already festooned with ads, is real estate worth missing for a nanosecond. It doesn't exist, it's a reformat of friends you should by rights already have. If the only reason people pay any attention to you is because face books design makes it harder not to than otherwise, then the quality of your connections bears scrutiny. To be honest I don't give a personal shit about 2 thirds of my "friends" I don't know them, I've never met them in the real world, I tolerate their requests for the very reason they mean nothing to me but it's effortless to be kind to strangers. How could I miss them? What possible justification other than commercial would I or anyone submit to an 'ego-tax' wherein payment to Facebook allows me to communicate freely with friends and think that a 'service' worth paying for? Facebook has every right to presume stupidity on the part of it's participants quite simply because the majority of them are definitively stupid. It provides channels by which people communicate, then it chokes those channels, then it introduces a service to unchoke them. If you have something so important you wish to pay 4 times a postage stamp to relay it and you cannot fathom that a group email provides the same function then please pay me $2 and I will personally pity you.#facebook
TIL that 1 sperm has 37.5MB of DNA information in it.That means a normal ejaculation represents a data transfer of 1587GB in about 3 seconds #deeplyrandom #observation
NZ"s politics, once famously representative [first nuclear free country and standard bearer for that] has now been devolved into a montesanto/fracking /off shore drilling/ industrialist land raping wet dream, where the public by and large have accepted their politicians are venal half man/half hemorrhoids and ask only that they be allowed to click on occasional online petitions for momentary relief. NZ is a testbed now for example for global copywrite legislation that is written by north american multinationals and rammed up the grateful asses of NZ politicians lubricated by funds , to be vomited onto the body politic by those same smirking 'representatives' who know they are and are seen to be radiant whores but as most have a background in the insipid badminton known as 'law' they are well versed in the recognition that you may well be a cunt but unless you're a convicted cunt it's immaterial.#NZ
New rule... 'friends' Your quota for 'motivational life messages' is 5 per month, not per day, not per hour. I get it...you're easily amused and confuse pith with wisdom. You wish to amplify/ catapult your sage third hand wit throughout the universe , fine. I tire of this barrage, 5/10 units of cusping pre-alzheimer's cerebral candy floss like some dimestore lipstick on the diseased pig of your existence. Please mutter to yourself like a genuine lost mad person . Under 6 a month is fine.
Cloying sentimentality has it's place and that place is Facebook, [and made for TV , sunday evening leukemia movies that feature some kid empowering the family as they selflessly die with dignity]. Cynicism has it's place also as a brittle overcoat worn by the young to hide their marshmallow interiors and by the old as a line drawn in the sand demarking their disappointment with themselves. Hey ho. #facebook
Narcissism brings with it a reduction in empathy and you need that to read an audience so really after decades of investigation the best science has come up with is that performers have a quality of ‘fabulousness’ #performers,
Manifest destiny never ended, America will never run out of injuns. The wild west just moved overseas.#America
"UNCLE SAME WANTS YOU"-dead/broke/sick/hungry/confused/hiding/scared/hopeless/needy/arrested/silenced/broken... and in my case ungrateful.#america
“Permaculture is revolution disguised as organic gardening. #observation
”To be honest I'm not that bothered, US politics works on the presumption you have any power at all. The more you rage impotently at this and that the less likely you will be to examine your part in it. The govt now has the legal right to act like a serial killer. If anything this frog is overcooked. Outrage is simply humiliation projected. #america
May the New Year be free of flesh eating diseases, paltry introspection, alligators with wings screaming out of the sun, mind-rashes and excessive bleeding.
Crippled white knights, iridescent assholes, manic vacancies and those who simper constantly at a frequency only dogs can hear.
Everything else you're on your own but these things I'll be taking care of on your behalf all year. #Newyear
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