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Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

Everything fired the container up-soaking -imagining he thought she was an easy target-he missed

 

 

The new moon has immense consequences immense-

sliding over the

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deep intense lover savaged by the mocking inane and orgulous society who rips (rip) your heart out and gnaws it

deep intense lover savaged by the mocking inane and orgulous society who rips (rip) your heart out and gnaws it

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life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity 

life as we know it is a sequence of detritus buried by sincere insincerity

watching their faces landscaped with sincerity that’s

A moment

It passes you are forgotten

And they make

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Engineering the Reality Principle and Passive Suicide with lust

standing there he looked at her smiling with that Brad Pitt in the wardrobe smile of 'oh shit don't'as George Clooney pulled the trigger and shot him

Engineering the Reality Principle and Passive Suicide with LUST

What is reality? Even though we all share the environment-the space-the earth-not one of us in the cosmos shares the same reality.

We may think we do but we don’t.

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tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained

tempestuousness in the beautiful man cannot be contained in this already restrained animal.

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Shortest Day of the Year Sunday Dec 22.2019

shortest day of 2019

Shortest Day of the Year Sunday Dec 22.2019

Sunrise 08.39

Sunset 16.25

There it is stretched farthest

Snapped back to longest

Gradually and slowly

By minute by hour

Time eats up

erases

life

 

 

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When he screwed around with fates time

When he screwed around with fates time

When he screwed around with fates time

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When Ignoring the Fates is Derisory

when ignoring the fates is at your peril

When Ignoring the Fates is at your Peril.

when ignoring the fates is at your peril

Measuring Fair Use: The Four Factors

background image the crucifiction william dafoe

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He Opened the Unknown

into the unknown

My next work is going to be in oils which I don’t use so I bought some. Its characteristics emulate PJ whom this series is about, oils are luscious, strong, wet with many layers, refined, stable, crazy, durable, soft and hard at the same time.

Beautiful, elegant and extremely sensual with opacity and lucidity. Their texture is firm and smooth, pliable, rough and long lasting.

Hard to imagine a man with these qualities but there is 1. This series of 8*submerge into chaos – it will be wet on wet with charcoal, lead, gold and pastel oils. Four are finished-they are not sequential-like him they are omnifarious.

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THE MUSE: HE’S A HYPHEN

THE MUSE HE'S A HYPHEN

A hyphen connects it's inserted to add meaning. Once inserted the world is a better place.

the muse HE’S A

HYPHEN

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IMMERSED WITH THE MUSE

IMMERSED WITH THE MUSE

Immersed with the muse WE ARE CULTURALLY CANNIBALISED

Immersed with the muse WE ARE CULTURALLY CANNIBALISED

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he knows how to one

muse the sexual connection

he knows how to one

he knows how to one

lift the sleeping spirit

carry it to the tomb

moan its glory

gone

and tightness

gone

flaccid curling

wipes its

glisten

on the

crevice

again,again,again

only he

can

again

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He knows how to

muse the sexual connection

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he knows how to

taste it then

when they broke bread

he placed his half

on her tongue

melting

it

lingered

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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muse makes love behind the mask

Mmmmuse makes love behind the maskmuse5 head of orpheus

muse makes love behind the mask

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muse affect

muse the sexual connection

Muse affect

It’s hard to imagine or explain the intrinsic affect a muse has on your internal world. It becomes a mass of confusion – exposed- and at the same time subsumed by a mantle of desire and resistance.

It’s agonal and Lazarus coming together.

The breath is excoriated by unannounced whimpers of assent, how to describe this whimper or expelling of tiny gasps, it’s like breathing in and out his spirit, the sound of a crampon digging into the snow.

It never materialises just vaporises throughout the body leaving a simulacra on the inner shell, curling slowly around the organs and resting on the libido, it’s a killing sensation of rapture.

The rapture when the breath peaks is pleasure beyond thought.

And the muse is not even there. If he was it would be death by breath.

Then you let it go.

Unless the muse is a willing and participatory ingredient in the mix-you will lose control-so absolutely overpowering is this fervid entanglement- it will create actions the antithesis of what is considered the norm.

The muse-artist togetherness puts the psyche into a creative, sexually releasing energy putting demands on both of them-the key is resisting.

Resistance the hindrance to the flow of charge.

Hence creativity. It’s hard.

Why does everything pleasurable involve resistance.

Why does compliance bring out ‘Fake Plastic Trees'(radiohead).

How and why did the muse enter the infundibular holy grail of this shit holding temple?

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What would Lucretius say- pacify your lover into homotopy

pacify your lover Lucretius would say man and his cup of love

What would Lucretius say- pacify your lover

Lucretius says-Happy is he who has discovered the causes of things and has cast beneath his feet all fears,unavoidable fate, and the din of the devouring underworld.

As atoms we are in an unchanging world discovering what always has been.

Look back and you will see yourself moving in the direction you are to go, you can’t change it- you have been there already. This is not a perception but a birds feather falling, leaves, rain falling, winds blowing again and again repeat over and over life, death.

In differential topology, sphere eversion is the process of turning a sphere inside out in a three-dimensional space. Remarkably, it is possible to smoothly and continuously turn a sphere inside out in this way without cutting or tearing it or creating any crease. This is surprising, both to non-mathematicians and to those who understand regular homotopy, and can be regarded as a veridical paradox; that is something that, while being true, on first glance seems false.

 


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Youth and abundance where the cup does not overflow:preyed on

youth and abundance where the cup does not overflow

youth and abundance where the cup does not overflow

The paradox of youth

No it’s not all about you

It’s useful to see how stars form in order to understand the root of this “paradox”. The simple and most basic view of star formation involves a cloud of gas and dust collapsing under its own gravity. This happens as its mass reaches the Jean’s mass, at which point gravity overcomes the expansion of the cloud due to its thermal energy (basically its kinetic energy). Dense areas of the cloud begin to form protostars as matter in the cloud comes together, and these eventually turn into stars.

Either the stars formed somewhere else more distant and then moved near the black hole, or there is a slightly modified process for the formation of these stars that would work near the black hole. These seemingly unlikely processes proposed to explain the presence of the large number of young stars have together been grouped under the name “The Paradox of Youth”.

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he is all seeing Oedipus fulfilling the oracle

he is all seeing Oedipus fulfilling the oracle

Kavka’s original version of the puzzle is the following:

An eccentric billionaire places before you a vial of toxin that, if you drink it, will make you painfully ill for a day, but will not threaten your life or have any lasting effects. The billionaire will pay you one million dollars tomorrow morning if, at midnight tonight, you intend to drink the toxin tomorrow afternoon. He emphasizes that you need not drink the toxin to receive the money; in fact, the money will already be in your bank account hours before the time for drinking it arrives, if you succeed. All you have to do. . . intend at midnight tonight to drink the stuff tomorrow afternoon. You are perfectly free to change your mind after receiving the money and not drink the toxin.[1]

A possible interpretation: Can you intend to drink the toxin if you also intend to change your mind at a later time?

  • In line with Newcomb’s paradox, an omniscient pay-off mechanism makes a person’s decision known to him before he makes the decision, but it is also assumed that the person may change his decision afterwards, of free will.
  • Similarly in line with Newcomb’s paradox; Kavka’s claim, that one cannot intend what one will not do, makes pay-off mechanism an example of reverse causation.
  • Pay-off for decision to drink the poison is ambiguous.
  • There are two decisions for one event with different pay-offs.

Since the pain caused by the poison would be more than off-set by the money received, we can sketch the pay-off table as follows.

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she watched the new born baby cry in the pram and enjoyed it

gold mouth she watched the new born baby cry

gold mouth

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how this dream exposed itself unknowingly with the golden fleece

how can this dream expose itself so clearly

how this dream exposed itself  unknowingly with the golden fleece

The willpower paradox is the idea that people may do things better by focusing less directly on doing them, implying that the direct exertion of volition may not always be the most powerful way to accomplish a goal.

The dream in itself does nothing. It’s the causation that transcends it and carries you on to fulfillment beyond your wildest dreams.

Dreams have a wildness to them only because they are uncontrollable- it is the receiver that tries to exert knowledge and meaning onto them, leave them alone and they will expose themselves unknowingly to you.

There is no meaning only man’s and that is made up.

Dreams are yours and yours alone.

Seek too hard and you will find nothing.

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Let your dark side in

let the dark side in
let the dark side in
let the dark side in

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delicate strength whips up a frenzy

delicate strength whips up a frenzy

delicate strength whips up a frenzy

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Mirror in February – Thomas Kinsella

Mirror in February

The day dawns with scent of must and rain,
Of opened soil, dark trees, dry bedroom air.
Under the fading lamp, half dressed – my brain
Idling on some compulsive fantasy-
I towel my shaven jaw and stop, and stare,
Riveted by a dark exhausted eye,
A dry downturning mouth.

It seems again that it is time to learn,
To which, for the time being, I return.
In this untiring, crumbling place of growth
Now plainly in the mirror of my soul
I read that I have looked my last on youth
And little more; for they are not made whole
That reach the age of Christ.

Below my window the awakening trees,
Hacked clean for better bearing, stand defaced
Suffering their brute necessities,
And how should the flesh not quail that span for span
Is mutilated more? In slow distaste
I fold my towel with what grace I can,
Not young and not renewable, but man.

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The House of the Rising Sun Night is Done

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Riders On The Storm Ripped Slowly Apart

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Black fluid

Aquila
Aquila
Aquila

NEMESIS was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who commited crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune.

Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering. As one who checked extravagant favours by Tykhe (Tyche) (Fortune), Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity.

In myth Nemesis was particularly concerned with matters of love. She appears as an avenging agent in the stories of Narkissos and Nikaia, whose callous actions brought about the death of their wooers. In some versions of the Trojan War, she was the mother of Helene, and is shown in scenes of her seduction by Paris pointing an accusing finger at the girl.

Nemesis was often sometimes depicted as a winged goddess. Her attributes were apple-branch, rein, lash, sword, or balance. Her name was derived from the Greek words nemêsis and nemô, meaning “dispenser of dues.” The Romans usually used the Greek name of the goddess but sometimes also named her Invidia (Jealousy) and Rivalitas (Jealous Rivalry).

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White fluid

we're full of hate's heat

we're full of hate's heatTYPHOEUS (Typhon) was a monstrous storm-giant who laid siege to heaven but was defeated by Zeus and imprisoned in the pit ofTartaros. He was the source of devastating storms which issued forth from that dark nether-realm. Later poets describe him as a volcano-giant, trapped beneath the weight of Mount Aitna (Etna) in Sicily. In this guise he was identified with the giant Enkelados (Enceladus).

Typhoeus was a winged giant, said to be so huge that his head brushed the stars. He was man-shaped from the waist up with two coiled serpents in place of legs. He had a hundred serpent-heads for fingers, a filthy, matted beard, pointed ears, and eyes flashing fire.

 

According to some he had two hundred hands consisting of fifty serpent-headed fingers on each hands and a hundred heads proper–one was human, the other ninety-nine bestial (of bulls, boars, serpents, lions and leopards). As a volcano-demon Typhoeus hurled red-hot rocks at heaven and fire boiled forth from his mouth.

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moore’s paradox

moores paradox

moores paradox

Believe that

P often

Not always

Asserts

P

Alternatively

Contradiction

The first

Step

To absurdity

Don’t

Assert

Enough

Or

Too much

What

It is

Raining

On

P

Cute

As a

Fox

Can we

Agree

Another

Paradox

God! He is so bloody beauty full

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benardette’s paradox

benardete's paradox

The

Mind is

benardete's paradox
benardete’s paradox

Running

Ahead but

barriers

Block its

Path

Thinking

Overcomplicates

thought

Logic

Rationality

Are forces

Beyond

Compare

Let go

Give in

surrender

Untie the

Knots

Feel

The

paradox

 

 

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Bonini’s Paradox

Knives out man

Equinox

Standing before

me

Out of context

And

Complex

My brain is

Inert

with

gossamer

Tinged

Dark

Violet and

red

Consumed

He is

Effulgent

Sanguine

lovely

Humans

are

Inordinately

Unordinary

Nothing

Can prepare

You

For

simple

Realism

which

does not

exist

In the

plural

parallel

universes

of this

paradox

1

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Abilene Paradox

 

 

abileneOblivious to the

tune of

time

It passed

He roared quietly

Inside

Three deer a tiger and a lion

Grazed

Near the

Stream of fate

That

He couldn’t cross

Beyond all knowing

Risking the

The realm’s chance

On the other

Side

A dream passed

His face

Cold

Chilling

A flame on

His forehead

Prophesised

His atomic

Destiny

Take the leap

of

faith

into paradise

swim in the

well

of sweet

this is

the

paradox

 

 

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Lek Paradox

Lek paradox

Lek paradox

It takes wisdom

For this operating

System to work

destructive

And impulsive

The flames grab

At her

veil

The universe adjusts

Systematically

Hotter and hotter

Burned to a

crisp

She looks through

The embers

Seeing him

Touching

The hem

Rising in his

Glory

Waiting for the

Attacks

Ripped apart

There is

No going

Back

Another

paradox

 

 

 

 

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Hardy’s Paradox

Hardy's paradox

Hardy's paradox

When a question

Is an

Answer

To the

Biggest thought

you have ever

had

Turn it on

Its head

Imbibe it daily

With piercing

Glances

Ragged roots

Contain

the world’s

Plague

What’s going

on

Relentless

the wool’s weft

is spun

warped and

knotted

coloured in

skein

Pandora’s box

is opened

hold on

the bridge has

fallen

there is

the

paradox

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Hedgehog Dilemma

Porcupine paradox

h-hog-photo-one-two-images

Is up up or is it down

Depends on how you look at it

Perspective

Is

your own

Like those that come under

the mantle of care

and

curiosity

The burrowers

they dig

in

Don’t share

Never

Ever

Share

you will

Be left

in a state of

Disrepair

They just can’t leave you

Alone

They mimic a

cultured

sawft sawfft

Voice

And a kind kind

Eye

They squeeze

with triggers

drops

more

drops

Be careful

In the end

they will slit your

Throat

That’s the

Paradox

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St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 4

love

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One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

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St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 3

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

 

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St Peter’s paradox and the Golden Thread 2

saint peter

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

Dead

 

 

 

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St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 1

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

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St Peter’s Paradox and the Golden Thread 0

Saint peter

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

dead

 

 

 

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oh jesus

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