Rocky pensiveness

Ah dear dear me well I've been drinking and thinking of late and it really hurts but you know it all hurts for the lot of us. Yes it is quite amazing how we all feel pain and long for something better as long as our bodies and souls suffer, while the spaces between us all become as ethereal as space, and that's no lie. Very very peculiar if I might say, very bedeviling at times though, it's a strange strange world, there's no doubt in my mind this reality is a kind of dream electrified by the needs of reality- and who is to deny this need?

God is a butcher of sardines and tiny anatomy.

I can't remember what this devilish post was for but I'm sure it was to express my pain which I know is connected to the pain of everything and the consciousness which illumines this endless vine, blossoming into so many little bodies fighting for life and an unreachable thing called love yet always hoping. A dream in a porcelain boat-

Maddy

A pine cone from a diamond tree fell and landed at my feet,

as a rain drop falls from the clouds

in the first tears of a gentle storm.

And now a sapling has grown beside me for almost three years,

a blossom in my heart,

a ripening of the fruit of my longing,

the realization of a new beloved–

a love in struggle

against the frail skeleton

of death,

a rose

in a glass of crystal tears.

My dear–

I love and

dream for you

as your tree grows

and dies

by my side.

I fear the worst

The peculiar thing is is that perhaps Trumpenstein is meant to control the highest office in the land. Some people, by the way, say that the President is the most powerful person on earth, but I no longer believe that is true even before Trump - but I'm no scientist. Anyways, the truth is that Trumpenstein offers pressing questions to the nature of politics in the age of mass everything; mass media, mass society, mass ass, mass production, etc... mass alienation, etc, etc. Why the fuck does this even exist in the first place? is what Trumpenstein's presence asks us. You should perhaps begin to question the very office which he came to occupy.

It has been established that the president, ever since the advent of the TV (think the JFK v. Nixon debates) has become a kind of television spectacle, a PR executive for the capitalist regime, and most blatantly in Trumpenstein's case, a political celebrity- so the devolution was almost inevitable, and his election should have come as no real surprise (its spectacularly-induced pain is a whole other matter, however).

So this bothers me as someone who has been consciously 'communist' for as long as I can remember. I have a personal tendency to equate history with historical materialism- though history is only the intestinal movement of god known as the human species. So it is almost an entirely organic process for me, much like porcupine semen oozing into one bubbly froth. Of course though that's not all there is... there is no reason for Trumpenstein to seize the White House once again, even if he is the most natural possessor of such a basically rotting piece of real estate.

The Hypopo Sea

The Jew straddles the hyppo's neck
afloat upon a torrential death
where ether and bones froth forth
from Nature's bespeckled
and freckled
and besotted
Bosom-chest,
in a worm-ridden
coral sea.

The Jew too
has a worm
in the angel of their mind
as they float
besot
in the river of sodden black
on the hyppo's neck.

The Minotaur Labyrinthe as SCHAZOPHRENIA

Theseus and the Minotaur in the Labyrinth, 

Edward Burne-Jones, 1861

Schazophrenia is quite a formidable beast, if I dare say. HOW CAN ONE CONCEPTUALIZE IT, especially when we are in these SCHAZOPHRENIC OF TIMES? That is the function of symbolism and metaphor. You see, for after a day of constant drinking, I AWOKE IN MY CHAMBER AFTER A MIDNIGHT NAP- and saw in the Labyrinth a metaphor for MADNESS. If only there was a licorice involved? But no, in the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur, only a clew of wool was used to salvage Theseus from the Labyrinth. You see, for the Labyrinth too is a monster, an abyss, wherein the Minotaur himself is its first victim.

Now, what does this have to do with Schazophrenia? Well you see of course, that the mind-brain conundrum is, if one is insane enough to attempt to meander it, archetypally well illustrated by the convoluted voidey-ness of the Labyrinth. For speaking strictly neuropsychologically, what we have when we consider the internal topology and sub-topology of the brain as it is experienced phenomenologically, is a complex network of veins, gangliatic preponderances, irreducible clusters of nerve-feeling, etc, in short the mass of neuron-firings and chemical vorteces which supposedly make up our reality. All this is ultimately inexplicable, however, in a neuro-reductionist account of the self, which is a transcendant notion even if it posited within a social and linguistic framework and also frequently in danger of succumbing within the writhing neural mire of consciousness- i.e the underlying and unrelenting agony of being human and awake, in short, I dare say.

So what we have is a Thesean hero, connected by a string to the Princess Ariadne, the connection of the masculine-feminine bond, where if Theseus never had her help to escape Daedelus' ingenious invention, an artifice of the Aquarian inventor who both supersedes and epitomizes humanity in its madness- as I myself am doing in my own thought-stream in this discourse- I dare say- if I am to dare say as much- (which I just did)- then Theseus would have, in short, himself become the minotaur, for though he may slay the beast entrapped in this complex of darkness, without 'Ariadne's thread' he would soon have become like the minotaur in order to provide for his submerged nature into the violent unconscious, cannibalizing the 14 Athenian men and women sent every year to appease the Minoan bowels. Or something like that.

Thus Theseus may be visualized as the self which always has a connection to both the Labyrinth, the Minotaur, the Feminine [this can be interpreted differently, but I'm just being lazy], and which must defeat the Schazophrenia which rots at the center of the centerless mind-labyrinth. Etc etc I'm tired and drinking so I'll end it at that.