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Athena, holding your hair, whispering in your ear

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For me a few are enough, one is enough, none is enough. This is not for the many but for you; we are a sufficient audience for each other

In this wine-dark sea, among the waves, please find : musical rambling, occasional original content, and piles of sonnets

For advice (occult or otherwise) ask over here.
For my original writing, look here.
For personal inquiries, ask here.
 

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04/20/2014 00:27:27

No eyes left blinking in the dark
Just a pillow silhouette
A “shape to fill the night,” but
Unfull (unfilled), japing,
Aping you; but only bulk,
No light.

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04/19/2014 16:00:27

The Rites of Spring

The Rites of Spring

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04/18/2014 15:00:05

Roots to nowhere

Roots to nowhere

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04/17/2014 18:40:05

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?”

Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?”

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04/17/2014 12:26:37

A sudden freeze hits small things the hardest

A sudden freeze hits small things the hardest

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04/14/2014 17:35:24

"I like my women like I like my waterfowl: beautiful, distant, and intensely aggressive when approached.  Liking swamps is a plus."

"I like my women like I like my waterfowl: beautiful, distant, and intensely aggressive when approached.  Liking swamps is a plus."

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04/13/2014 17:48:00

The Ark of the Rail-Bridge -or- Old Noah was a steel-driving man.

The Ark of the Rail-Bridge -or- Old Noah was a steel-driving man.

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04/12/2014 19:45:11

One assassin showing another how camouflage works.

One assassin showing another how camouflage works.

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04/12/2014 19:12:00

darkarfs said:

I would have assumed you already followed it. Better than the recs I get.

I mostly come to Tumblr to dream with my eyes open, and occasionally to kvetch.  I used to (back in 2009 and 2010) do a lot of disciplined searching for new blogs to follow, but I don’t anymore because I already follow too many I can’t bear to part with.

So basically unless someone addresses me directly, or something catches my eye in the slipstream, and catches it hard enough to jolt me out of my alpha-wave modulation, I don’t really follow new blogs very often anymore. 

A Tumblr recommendation being actually relevant to my interests was enough of a surprise to wake me ;-)

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04/11/2014 22:17:00
but won’t day 1 adults eventually BE day 4 adults? or are simultaneously 1-2-3-4 day adults?
I think if they embrace the cube they can be? If they don’t, embrace it, his Cubic army of children will kill them.  He seems to have reached the “join me or die” stage of messianic delusion, which seldom ends well.  But I may be misreading; I’ll confess I’ve always had a hard time following the finer points of cubic philosophy.
I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart (head?) for time cube, because it’s, in my experience, critically different from other kinds of paranoid/messianic delusion I’ve encountered in my life.  I’ve been reading it off and on for almost ten years, and I still have no idea what Gene Ray is actually, concretely talking about.  I can repeat the words, and I can reshuffle them to create “cubesque” sentences, but I don’t know what the  “simultaneous 4-corner day-night rotation” is, and I can’t tell you how the world would be different if it were true.
That’s what sets him apart from other artists in the genre, like the late Francis E. Dec, Esq. Mr. Dec imagines that some or most of us have had our brain’s scooped out at birth and replaced with “frankenstein controls” and our real brains are all on the moon being manipulated by an “insane deadly gangster communist computer god” whose overall plan is “worldwide living death earphone radio frankenstein slavery.”  You can see without too much investigation that Mr. Dec is just as prone to opaque word-salad as Dr. Ray, but I’ve spent some time with his work, so I managed to cook out the gist, which is that a communist gangster computer god is planning to enslave us through cybernetics (that and lots of virulent racism).
Dec’s “message” is reducible: it can be explained, more or less, in a few sentences.  I can imagine a contrafactual world where what Dec says is true, and what that would mean for my life. Most of the paranoiac’s that I’ve interacted with (and I’ve known many) are more like Dec.  I can understand what they think is going on: we all have radios in our fillings, the pentagon stole their equation to break the line of battle, or the doctor put an implant in their prostate to remotely control their erections (all real examples). I know what those delusions mean, and I can relate to them (i.e. I can imagine how I would feel if they were true and I were affected).
I have no idea what Gene Ray thinks is actually happening, or what that would mean for any of us.  So he’s been an enduring mystery to me, that I return to periodically in the hope that he’ll eventually let slip some implication that will make what he’s saying even basically relatable. 
If anyone out there has unravelled the hidden truth of cubism (and can express it plainly), I’m definitely and avidly listening

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04/11/2014 17:35:29

Mr. Cone how pale and flat you look, what’s happened to you and the fulsome orange color of your youth?

Mr. Cone how pale and flat you look, what’s happened to you and the fulsome orange color of your youth?

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04/10/2014 18:43:33

When you stare at the sun, what do you see?

When you stare at the sun, what do you see?

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04/10/2014 17:35:22

I’m gonna go with “disembodied brain playing an ocarina”

I’m gonna go with “disembodied brain playing an ocarina”

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04/08/2014 16:30:14

"And what exactly is left of all that ambition?"

"And what exactly is left of all that ambition?"

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04/07/2014 16:30:13

The pillars of the earth, the pillars of the sky

The pillars of the earth, the pillars of the sky

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