Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Dancing in the Drip Fest of the Lords of the Stomach and the Groin.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there and just because you can doesn't mean it is.

Here we sit in the intermittent drip; the inclemency of a Chinese Water Torture of falling moments, in an agonizing redundancy of the unnecessary, endless plodding of time, beaten on an anvil and stretched beyond all lingering integrity of form and tensile capacity. It's some kind of limp, dead lamprey that continues to suck away vitality and hope like light sucked into a black hole. Zombies march up and down the sidewalks, into the malls and on to the food courts, ordering any one of hundreds of versions of crispy critter, dipping fingers, glazed with demon semen, spattering the Formica as it makes its way to each yawning and cavernous mouth.

There they sit, side by side, like Roman statues from some long ago polytheist display in a freaky frieze, columnar forest of marble, a postern into the past. The two great low gods of Materialism, rampant on a field of blood. The Lords of the Stomach and the Groin. Lesser deities are arrayed, in no particular symmetry of order, given the disorder of their collective impact on manifest life. There's Greed off to the side, with Parsimony and the handmaidens of self interest, dressed like whores in an after hours bank. They're caught in the frozen space of a timeless bacchanal. Their twisted and immobile limbs are entwined like Liana vines. Their faces show the evidence of their torment, in reaching for what cannot ever be found in the pursuit of so many little deaths, in search of the greater annihilation. Surely they will find it as they always do; remorseless and persistent in their search as any seeker after the light.

In the end, it will not be the sudden and sweeping catastrophes that later stir the memory of what was and no longer is. It will be the seemingly never ending drip of moments, falling and falling and falling. Why did it take so long? One is left with the thought that it could only be compassion and mercy, awaiting some epiphany of transfiguration in the heart and mind. Time is given for change, yet still the zombies march. Their ears are tuned to the bellowing horns of the mastodon god of the stomach and the lamia snakes of the groin. They say Lamia came from Libya but now... she lives in L.A.

Birth and death, reach across the darkness of the unknown like a handshake. It's not the pain of any one life that is the great tragedy. It is the persistent continuation of life after life after life, in a reckless grasping after the same disappointments that brought about each previous termination of being. Scripture tells us that the span of these lives can be counted in the millions. That great Buddha, the Amitabha, has reincarnated many, many times for the single purpose of manifesting a heaven where any sincere and devoted aspirant can achieve all of his or her remaining births in. How wonderful is that? Imagine the dedication required to turn the full attention of every life to the accomplishment of this singular goal.

Jesus Christ did this. He minted the passkeys into every area of his father's house, where there are so many mansions, of which he said, "If it were not true, I would not have told you so." Don't ask a fundie about what this means. The very idea is anathema to them. The thought that the kingdom of heaven might contain a space for every righteous faith, righteously practiced... the horror! The Horror!

I can hear the continuing drip, as gravity pulls the increments of time from the leaves of the trees that surround me. Not every pain is physical. This hurts as much as anything and is strong testimony that I do not understand. I don't get it anymore than I get being beaten and battered in recent times, when I was so sure that portion of my worldly suffering had passed. Sometimes one's suffering is not about notes come due, as much as it is about the addition of magnitudes to the final harvesting of the self. The ineffable likes to pile on. If you can pull one carriage, then why not two, or three? There is the appearance of something sadistic in the whole affair but we will, once again, chalk it up to my not understanding what is going on.

Certainly the message is not to seek after self improvement, not to rebuild your being or seek an even keel of discipline in daily application because you might be rendered unable to eat and... so it is. You might be rendered incapable of being capable of affording the necessary healing ministrations because that industry is only for the rich. I'm sorry I can't go into the details because they are as mind boggling as they are amusing. Of course, the amusing part requires you to be insane. Check!

The dripping goes on. The tormented free fall of the water, slowly plunges to the Earth. It is hard to see any movement. It all goes by so slow, like the ooze of snot from a corpse in January, lying somewhere in a cold and abandoned field. It will be spring before anyone finds him. It is like amber in flow and you got to ask yourself how that fly got in there.

The still life of existence as a desiccated cornichon would have been a more suitable subject for the impressionists, rather than women in long skirts and big hats by some lakeside. I suppose the attraction of the work of the impressionists has to do with the way the paintings mirror human memory, reducing the sharp outline of features into a blur; time lapse photography, acquired through a dirty lens. Maybe it's all that dust, all that dancing dust that somehow helps to make a rainbow with the endless drip in tandem to some end, so far unrevealed.

Peter Piper picked a pack of desiccated cornichons; screaming suppositories for those feckless gods of the moment. I could creatively suggest more appropriate suppositories but I suspect, as in every case previous, that it does not fall into my job description which, from what I can gather, has to do with experiencing the falling drip; shaking like a bass playing Parkinsonian here, Boss.

We've come all this distance in the posting, in between the drips, possibly in between only one drip and another. I look up at the trees and I see the thousands of drips that await, pendulous and heavy, they await the call of the Earth but Time has conspired with Gravity to go contrary to their own nature. Well... where's the surprise? Isn't most everything going contrary to its own nature these days? We are an amalgam of all the things that we don't throw away.

I told a lie the other day; something very much out of character for me and I have to wonder, is it because of the multitudinous drips awaiting? Is it because of the unbearable intervals and interims that are stacked up over some metaphorical La Guardia? Pushing tin here, Boss. We're playing at being an air traffic controller but we don't know the codes. All we know is enough to be able to yell, "Look out!" That's something though and preferable to silence, maintained in the hope that one might be able to pass by without having to get involved in the welfare of their fellows. Next thing you know, you've forgotten yourself and the whole idea of having to get anywhere at all. There's some kind of an answer there. I'll be leaving you now so as to study the matter more closely... drip... drip... drip...

End Transmission.......

21 comments:

missingarib said...

Vis,The long unmeasured pulse of time moves everything. There is nothing hidden that it cannot bring to life. Nothing once known that may not become unknown.
— Sophocles, Ajax

You speak of the ageless concern of the sages when you observe that " It's not the pain of any one life that is the great tragedy. It is the persistent continuation of life after life after life, in a reckless grasping after the same disappointments that brought about each previous termination of being. "

"The concerns that have come down from numberless ages are only in the present; if you can understand them right now, then the concerns of numberless ages will instantly disperse, like tiles being scattered or ice melting. If you don't understand right now, you'll pass through countless eons more, and it'll still be just as it is."

CHCHCHQU - Joshu Jushin (778-897) & Nansen (748-834) [Chao-chou Ts'ung shen & Nan-ch'uan P'u-yuan]

All of us have been on the gerbil wheel at some time in our lives ,beginning at early single digit years and officially released from the wheel at 65 -but instructions for getting out of the cage are available for those who inquire.

live long

Anonymous said...

Are you having urinary tract issues?

Visible said...

Where the Hell did you get that from? That end of things is fine. Overall I'm in better shape than most and younger than the rest.

Anonymous said...

drip...drip...drip...

Ray B. said...

Vis: "Why did it take so long?"

I just finished watching an author discussing J.R.R. Tolkien. This professor was intellectual, but good in a Joseph Campbell sense. One thing he talked about was that the 'conflict' in TLotR (would good triumph over evil) was not solved from the human side (or the Hobbit side). The main character, Frodo Baggins, ultimately was worn out, overwhelmed by the power of the One Ring (a focus for Sauron's etheric body, so to speak), and 'turned'. Only the unexpected 'intervention' of Gollum eventually saved the day, by his swan dive with the One Ring into the molten lava.

The professor made the case that Tolkien was showing that every 'human' endeavor to destroy the One Ring (to end Sauron's etheric presence) was insufficient - from Gandalf 'dying' to Theoden dying to Aragorn and the combined armies about to be killed before the Black Gate. He suggested that Tolkien was trying to make the point that all 'lower level' efforts to defeat this scale of evil were doomed, simply by the overwhelming influence of a true demi-god (Sauron). Only the intervention of the ineffable (acting through Gollum) saved the day.

The above discussion ties-in with Vis' quote, in that all the TLotR good-guy characters had to fail (though contributing) in order to make Tolkien's point - that the ineffable operated above and beyond Sauron's pay grade. This took time.

By this reasoning, in our world, all our human efforts to take us to the brink of destroying the evil demi-god in our midst must ultimately fail (for the same reason). This takes time. Then, when the ineffable (through whatever figures) takes out our demi-god, it will be clear who is really in charge.

(I do have some misgivings about this 'scenario'. To have this level of evil almost-triumph in order for all-God to say "I'm Here!" seems excessive. Just my mortal 'take'.)

(On the other hand, maybe all this 'drama' is to force the all-God in each of us to the maximum possible awareness/awakeness...)

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

flyingcossack said...

it would be fitting if the avatar was a cow, and we made hamburgers out of him

Anonymous said...

Viz,

I am reminded of this:

i sing of Olaf glad and big
E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but--though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments--
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
“I will not kiss your fucking flag”

straightway the silver bird looked grave
(departing hurriedly to shave)

but--though all kinds of officers
(a yearning nation’s blueeyed pride)
their passive prey did kick and curse
until for wear their clarion
voices and boots were much the worse,
and egged the firstclassprivates on
his rectum wickedly to tease
by means of skilfully applied
bayonets roasted hot with heat--
Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
“there is some shit I will not eat”

our president,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the yellowsonofabitch
into a dungeon,where he died

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.

Love,

Magdelena

PS Are outhouses legal in Hawaii?

Hank said...

We, each of us, is caught in a war between what our minds are capable of and what our bodies are not. Those that intervened in our development advanced our minds for their own purposes, but didn't give us the ability to control our physical desires. As a result we have turned our minds to the ever present and increasingly complex process of satisfying our physical desires. Sating our gluttony for stuff and things.

There are some few of us that have identified the problem and have made personal progress but that does not make us immune to this human condition. The war goes on. We have learned that we 'don't know' and have made a place for knowledge to reside, and tried to increase our interaction with and awareness of the creative force in the universe. We have found ways for it to work in our lives and as a consequence in the lives of those we interact with. We may even have gotten to a place where we believe we are enlightened, and look at most of humanity as primitive and superstitious. Actually they are....but that doesn't mean that this 'enlightenment' has not been a journey and that at some point we were all lost in the primitive superstition of materialism.

Of course there are those who have identified the 'problem' and being banal in proclivity have turned this awareness into a machine to sate their own gluttony, milking the masses like domesticated herds. Those who provide the drip..drip..drip.
They create and nurture the fear that traps and locks the herd in their pattern of behavior.

I, being the eternal optimist, do see signs of hope. Here in America there are signs that the conventional ways of the past are losing favor. The two major attention getters in the prelude to our next election are a blustering narcissist and a self proclaimed socialist. These two have given the dissatisfied masses a vehicle through which they can convey to the powers that be that the French revolution is closer than they think. The American people are getting sick of politicians and the politicians and the media that proffer them are at a loss as to what to do. They don't know what to do when the herd moves in a non prescribed direction. Add to that the fact that organized religion is on the decline and the fact that our entire monetary based economy and technology suppression is coming to light and I think we have the ingredients for a pretty good epiphany stew.

The problem at this point is that the powers that be only seem to have one plan B. Terror and war. They have already committed heinous acts to create their never ending war and are not above doing something truly catastrophic in order to cling to power. My hope is that we as a species can find our courage and that our desire to know will out weigh our fear of the unknown so we can find a way to stop the drip..drip..drip...

May peace find us all.

robert said...

Death Kicked Me Out of Bed This Morning

Impatient with my missing life completely

Desirous of getting more of a dance out of me

Forced out of sleeping sideways at all

Proscribed from the least bit of thrashing

Balance is delicately maintained by deadly calm

Madness and meltdown wait outside the box

So Everyone goes on about their deathly daily business

Hoping fervently to keep the known old order going

By pretending to still be sleepwalking through Life

The former prey being to pray for a way of being that is new

The former predators begin to confront each other in blind panic

The ember of enmity to Creation’s Will is burning out

As The center of the dark ages goes to pieces

Leaving a gaping hole at the heart of this Universe…

Those who have sought anchor in deep waters

Will ride the waves of change in style

Those who lashed themselves to the gates of social disorder

Will be bound to reap the whirlwind in denial

Which door will you enter on your way out?


["choose images with steak" my pretty!] (grin)

Anonymous said...

Your site is suddenly coming on with the "google cookies are used..." etc malarky.TPTB (or think they are) are obviously getting more irked by you but aren't sure what to do.They speak newspeak ,NLP or whatever and you speak plainly in language which resonates with so many and generates a lot of traffic to all your blogs.These two different languages are the reason (or part of)for their uncertainty methinks.
I've started saying a daily prayer for your well being and selfishly wish you to continue writing these amazing pieces.I hope you're not as isolated as you seem and all goes well for you and it should as I know I'm not alone in saying you've given so much.
All the best and thank you,
Bryan in Crewe ,UK

Ray B. said...

Vis (and The 3rd Elf), Lasha Darkmoon's site has a good article (June 23, 2015) on why you may be having 'computer problems.

"The software could turn on your camera or microphone remotely, read all your private data, or erase everything and brick your phone or computer."

Also, from a poster named 'Red Onions' below that article:

"Computers should have a sign attached saying 'Israel Inside'. The Pentium NMX Chip technology was designed at Intel in Israel. Both the Pentium 4 microprocessor and the Centrum processor were entirely designed, developed, and produced in Israel.

Voice mail technology was developed in Israel.

The technology for the AOL Instant Messenger ICQ was developed in 1996 in Israel by four young Israeli whiz kids.

Both Microsoft and Cisco built their only R&D facilities outside the US in Israel.
...
Cell phone technology was also developed in Israel by MOTOROLA which has its biggest development center in Israel. Most of the latest technology in your mobile phone was developed by Israeli scientists."

Anonymous said...

"He minted the passkeys into every area of his father's house, where there are so many mansions".

Yes, but Christ also said:

"Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved."

Visible said...

If you put a handle on that Bible you can use it like a club and beat the disagreeable senseless with the force of orthodoxy.

Anonymous said...

Hyya Vis,
Been lurking for a year or 2, thought a thank you was due, so THANK YOU!!! Reading your blogs
is like a river of real in a plastic world.
George (aka memyselfnie)

Visible said...

A new Petri Dish is up now-

Out on the High Mesa with the Tattered Ghosts of the Night.

Anaughty Mouser said...

They say Lamia came from Libya but now... she lives in L.A.

I guess one could say Lamia from Libia got LD'd (grin).

Great post Sir.

Peace and love

jay said...

Les, you said: "If you put a handle on that Bible you can use it like a club and beat the disagreeable senseless with the force of orthodoxy."

Quite the reverse:
Those quoted sentence in my comment meant, that you do not need religion to be saved...
You do not need to go into a 'church', although that is recommended for fellowship...but a church can exist anywhere, two people having a conversation about The Lord is a church:

"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."

The Truth shall indeed set you free.

God Bless.

Visible said...

Here is what was said "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me." and that is most often used to state that any other means of arriving at the ineffable are forbidden by heaven and is meant to justify the exclusivity of the Christian meme. I do not see the connection between your most recent comment and the comments made before, perhaps I am just ignorant.

jay said...

"often used to state that any other means of arriving at the ineffable are forbidden by heaven"

Correct.I believe in Scripture, 100%.
I have been to the bottom of the Rabbit Hole and it's Satan down there, I came to this conclusion after studying world conspiracy since the 9/11 event.
I discover what my Father, now passed told This errant Son was correct: "You cannot beat Christ".

God Bless.

Visible said...

Ergo, my comment about there being many mansions in my father's house and the meaning of the my way or the highway quote in response comes full circle back to what I said in the first place. As far as I'm concerned, the almighty has a far more embracing love of humanity in all of its differentiations than cold dogma can ever approach and I'll stick with that. I am much more comfortable with the living light in the present sense than I am with mangled traditions and getting lost in huge chifferobes of outfits once worn by the ineffable. Time for me to rest my head. Good night all.

Visible said...

A new Visible Origami is up now-

She is Everywhere, in Unseen Miniature Multiplied.