tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50811220546917361882024-03-27T16:52:34.303-07:00NemesisSo long as you stay clear of humanism there is nothing to complain of. --Basil Buntingstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.comBlogger414125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-46081250097364090382014-05-12T05:52:00.000-07:002014-05-12T05:52:43.786-07:00One Cogged CircleThere are two things that strike me with Chapter 37 of Moby Dick (excerpt follows).
1. There seems a kind of Gnostic contention here. "…and what I've willed, I'll do." In the assertion of the "lack" of the "low, enjoying power" many have thought this was due to being "dismasted" by the whale and that the lost leg is rather the loss of "generative power"--an impotence. But there is in Kabbalah a stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-91608212243209732212014-03-11T12:39:00.002-07:002014-03-11T12:58:37.999-07:00What Works and IsIt occurred to me today that the impasse between what we call science, which must simply mean the continuing experimentation with the world's innards, and "Belief," which must mean every single thing we think and say, can be explained away really pretty easily.
Science "works and is" (god luv ya, Waldo), or rather, science "works." But it is meaningless. I don't mean it's not applicable, that ISstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-84469878710429945682014-01-28T17:36:00.000-08:002014-01-28T17:36:10.762-08:00Comparative Eugenics: Utopia v Dystopia v Public EducationFrom Herland, by Charlotte Perkins Gilman (1915)
From Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley (1932)
From Hard Times, by Charles Dickens (1854)
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They did effectually and permanently limit the population in numbers, so that the country furnished plenty for the fullest, richest life for all of them: plenty of everything, including room, air, solitude even.
And then they set to stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-28277904684877389702014-01-21T07:15:00.000-08:002014-01-21T07:15:28.960-08:00Dismembered In All DirectionsIt is not the fault of our doctors that the medical service of the community, as at present provided for, is a murderous absurdity. That any sane nation, having observed that you could provide for the supply of bread by giving bakers a pecuniary interest in baking for you, should go on to give a surgeon a pecuniary interest in cutting off your leg, is enough to make one despair of political stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-72872247350971567482014-01-13T07:25:00.001-08:002014-01-13T07:25:51.067-08:00The Only Initiative I Acknowledge“Where are women?” [asks Shevek, physicist/anarchist]
Pae laughed. Oiie smiled and asked, “In what sense?”
“All senses. I met women at the party last night — five, ten — hundreds of men. None were scientists, I think. Who were they?”
“Wives. One of them was my wife, in fact,” Oiie said with his secretive smile. “Where are other women?” “Oh, no difficulty at all there, sir,” Pae said promptly. stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-22434815786877432552014-01-10T13:06:00.000-08:002014-01-10T13:09:07.088-08:00Emergencies Crown Their Own Kings"Keep your cabins; you do assist the storm." Boatswain, The Tempest
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ANARCHY
Ever reviled, accursed, ne'er understood,
Thou art the grisly terror of our age.
"Wreck of all order," cry the multitude,
"Art thou, & war & murder's endless rage."
O, let them cry. To them that ne'er have striven
The truth that lies behind a word to find,
To them the word's right meaning was stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-49326086383493202892014-01-09T08:55:00.002-08:002014-01-09T17:00:29.830-08:00Slim Shady SalmonOn September 20, 2013 I posted a poem of mine I called "Perspective." Strangely, for my poems (or any posts), I got six "pluses" from Google Plus users (two were probably my own). I assure you, a real rarity.
analogous of minded me
supposition of a maker
if this then that
be salmon-fin
or salmon-red
white upon a spawn
outbreak of bounds
to wingless burst of air
antagonist of course
stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-51219443786164239152014-01-08T11:00:00.000-08:002014-01-08T11:00:52.441-08:00Through the Blue EveningsA post taken from "A Test of Translation: Rimbaud," published in the first issue of Montemora (1975), a literary journal founded and edited by Eliot Weinberger (this issue co-edited with Geoffrey O'Brien).
The point made by Montemora (the "test") comes with the last translation offered. I am not using the Montemora translations prior to the key and final translation, but just what I found stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-21962868067081761742014-01-06T09:37:00.000-08:002014-01-06T09:37:02.774-08:00Ozymandias (first draft)
From Sulfur, V. 33, Into the Past
stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-47375900153515641202014-01-05T05:20:00.000-08:002014-01-05T05:20:07.079-08:00To Catch the Common Ear
"Once upon a time I was a poet, not a very industrious one, not at all an influential, unread and unheard of, yet good enough in a small way to interest my friends whose names have gradually become familiar: Pound and Zukofsky first, Carlos Williams, Hugh MacDiarmid...Few indeed, but enough to make me feel my work was not wasted." Basil Bunting
stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-44612197882111767682014-01-04T16:27:00.001-08:002014-01-05T05:27:08.851-08:00Lovable RadicalismI was just reading about a biography of the poet Basil Bunting. This was a review by Michael Hoffman who is also a poet and translator, successful, academic, approved of by institutions, and in this piece Hoffman says this of Bunting, that he
was born the son of a progressively minded doctor in Scotswood-on-Tyne. He was not a Quaker, but was educated at Quaker boarding schools. In 1918 he was stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-13471578431208974242014-01-03T08:36:00.000-08:002014-01-03T08:36:12.404-08:00Eating Crow"Ακόμα και τα κοράκια στις στέγες cawing για το οποίο είναι αληθείς."
Courtesy of a translation engine the above Greek attributed to Callimachus by Sextus Empiricus (c. 160 – 210 AD) means:
"Even the crows on the roof-tops are cawing about which conditionals are true." Benson Mates.
Which is to say that I translated the English back into the Greek in which it was written. Now, this stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-63735012496456703812014-01-03T05:31:00.001-08:002014-01-03T05:31:18.332-08:00The Terror of ReformOne man’s justice is another’s injustice; one man’s beauty another’s ugliness; one man’s wisdom another’s folly; as one beholds the same objects from a higher point of view. One man thinks justice consists in paying debts, and has no measure in his abhorrence of another who is very remiss in this duty and makes the creditor wait tediously. But that second man has his own way of looking at things;stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-9708151978256149232013-12-22T10:04:00.000-08:002013-12-22T10:04:08.807-08:00A Torrent of Singularities2. All information is available online. False. We have digitized only a small portion of the books in our libraries. According to a well-known but unverifiable estimate by one of Google’s engineers, 129,864,880 different books exist, and Google has digitized over 20 million of them.1 Millions more cannot be located or have disappeared, and most information never made it into books, to say nothingstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-75598028910859163382013-12-17T02:44:00.000-08:002013-12-17T02:44:32.644-08:00Laura Riding on Big Data"A Complicated Problem"
A complicated problem is only further complicated by being simplified. A state of confusion is never made comprehensible by being given a plot. Appearances do not deceive if there are enough of them. The truth is always laid out in an infinite number of circles tending to become, but never becoming, concentric--except occasionally in poetry.
(Riding, Laura,Anarchism stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-77649585172719866412013-12-16T05:52:00.001-08:002013-12-16T05:53:39.693-08:00Outrageous (Blind) StrengthFrom On Mr. Milton's "Paradise Lost" by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,
In slender Book his vast Design unfold,
Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree,
Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree,
Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All; the Argument
Held me a while misdoubting his Intent,
That he would ruine (for I saw him strong)
The sacred Truths to Fable and old stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-24195851103524188402013-12-15T06:55:00.001-08:002013-12-15T06:55:48.970-08:00Forgiving and UnforgivingMatthew 18:23-34
1599 Geneva Bible (GNV)
23 Therefore is the kingdom of heaven likened unto a certain King, which would take an account of his servants.
24 And when he had begun to reckon, one was brought unto him, which ought him [a]ten thousand talents.
25 And because he had nothing to pay, his lord commanded him to be sold, and his wife, and his children, and all that he had, and the debt stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-14055131955281990912013-12-13T04:01:00.000-08:002013-12-13T04:01:24.732-08:00Would You Like to Supersize Your Surveillance?
While trying to find broad suspicion and outrage over the intrusion into the school systems of the "hour of code*" shilling by the prez and his gang of tech overlords (plus celebrities!) I came across this post on "Occupy Corporatism" (41st on the google search and the first to at least lay out the map of interest and influence). This site has a kind of "mainstream" conspiracy flavor to it, butstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-74971749990275367852013-12-12T10:56:00.000-08:002013-12-12T12:33:40.645-08:00Lost Along the Way
"I was once asked if the messianic idea still had meaning for me, and if it were necessary to retain the idea of an ultimate stage of history where humanity would no longer be violent, where humanity would have broken definitely through the crust of being, and where everything would be clear. I answered that to be worthy of the messianic era one must admit that ethics has a meaning, even withoutstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-83546088321525755352013-12-11T08:12:00.000-08:002013-12-11T08:12:46.850-08:00Colonizing Measures
The UCR [Uniform Crime Reports which originated in 1929] reveals more about police behavior that it does about criminality. Some law enforcement agencies falsify the reports they submit to the FBI. Once a citizen reports a crime, police must make an official record for the crime to be counted in the UCR. Sometimes, however, law enforcement officers do not complete a crime report. For examplestormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-24580339736248282382013-12-10T05:13:00.001-08:002013-12-10T10:24:02.549-08:00Enclosing Next To NothingAnarchy, like Communism, like Marxism, is one of those words that institutional power has poisoned for so many of us. That is to say, we cannot think of it without fearing it in some way: we might fear the idea of it, that is be afraid of what we think anarchy means if "unleashed" upon us, if Marxism means Pol Pot or Mao then we might as well just starve ourselves, or if Communism means Lenin orstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-52605498081999476502013-12-04T08:43:00.001-08:002013-12-04T08:43:50.234-08:00Madison Avenue Asylum Stories
The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath (1953)
It was a QUEER, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York. I'm stupid about executions. The idea of being electrocuted makes me sick, and that's all there was to read about in the papers--goggle-eyed headlines staring up at me on every street corner and at the fusty, peanut-smelling mouth of stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-40732310981510824162013-12-04T06:15:00.001-08:002013-12-04T06:28:51.139-08:00MiddlingHumans are storied creatures. This is due, I would guess, would have to be guessing, to self-awareness, to the little ol' me in the center of the brain.
There is a clear drive to the storying of existence. A dog cannot story but a dog can be storied and so this is done. This is labelled anthropomorphizing, making all things storied. (This to serve as "like humans.")
There is a clear drive stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-51782307332177571932013-12-04T05:40:00.001-08:002013-12-04T05:40:37.202-08:00Comp Lit: On the Road & The Stranger
On the Road, Original Scroll, by Jack Kerouac, circa 1947
I first met Neal not long after my father died…I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about except that it really had something to do with my father’s death and the awful feeling that everything was dead.
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The Stranger by Albert Camus, 1942 (tr. Ward)
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don'tstormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5081122054691736188.post-33883084524036236102013-11-30T09:35:00.000-08:002013-12-11T06:55:20.712-08:00Made In AmericaThis is not really a post against Radio Lab. Well it is, but it's also a post against all entertainments like Radio Lab. I suppose I would include any and all podcasts/radio programs that pretend to a "scientific" exploration of phenomena. I suppose I'd also include all news programs ("news" programs) like 60 Minutes and similar programs.
I would not begin to include shows stormnemesishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11176778911355352751noreply@blogger.com5