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Saturday, May 19, 2012
getting annoyed
getting annoyed is not something that happens, it is something that we do. we like to do it, otherwise we wouldn't do it. all the things that we don't want to do and don't do (this & that, if you know what i mean) (baby). everything we're doing is because we want to do that, otherwise we'd do something else. so getting annoyed: isn't that a strange thing to like doing? because if we didn't like doing it we'd do something else, right? like sneer or something, or laugh cause its funny
Sunday, January 29, 2012
marital
with wife an argument(~!) about aesthetic philosophy. caulk: silicone vs. sanded acylic. she attempted to assert the existence of a "natural" aesthetic (platonic, i suppose). i denied it: its all completely artibrary. we hammered away at each other until she gave up and retreated to "well, that's what i think," to which i replied "well, yeah, i'm fine with that, me too, just as long as you don't invoke absolutes." she's still mad at me. no one wins. we might be wanting to strip out the silicone & put back the sanded acrylic. i will ask myself "what would be my just reward for that much labor spent on such an, um, aesthetic consideration."
pheromone level so far this month below normal.
i'm hoping to return to my discourse on the evolution of desire later this afternoon.
kiss & made up ~15m later. no change in the reality aspects of the situation.
pheromone level so far this month below normal.
i'm hoping to return to my discourse on the evolution of desire later this afternoon.
kiss & made up ~15m later. no change in the reality aspects of the situation.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
to the local occupy-here people
Written this morning to the Chapel Hill fb page:
hi. i live in raleigh, my son in ch invited me to the organizing meeting for "occupy chapel hill," maybe i'll get there (i didn't), there might be a take-mom-to-the-hospital activity 2day (there was). i have some points i'll present in the form of a military planning hierarchy (grr): tactical, strategic, political.
tactics:
1. the occupy (& demo) proto-movement will only become powerful if it endures & grows through the miserable winter. it will be the test of commitment to the whatever-it-is & will have a chance to grow in the spring in the crucial election yr. obviously a chapel hill "permanent" presence will have less impact than in ny, but the demonstration must demonstrate that it has legs. once started it should be planned (planned!) to continue until - ... ... "something" - otherwise it is a wimp movement without legs.
2. if there is to be such a long-term demo in ch it must be initially attempted within parameters negotiated with the ch gov incl the police. there must be a committee (! - organized!) to interface with "them" - them being everybody else. permits must be sought. the police must be directly & publicly in the loop. cops are friends when they're not enemies. even when they are actively repressing/enforcing the liason committee must be negotiating.
3. security, infrastructure, supply must be considered & planned for first while the weather is still good.
4. any law-breaking must only be undertaken for strategic purposes. public scofflaw activity must be repressed by ourselves rather than the cops. no public drug use, find minors & protect them, no property damage, keep it clean, control wierdness, etc.
5. more of this kind of nuts&bolts stuff.
strategy
this is not yet a movement, for it to become one it must have goals. the goals can be anything: "civility," different approach to economics, "peace," "tolerance," etc. or more specific: youth party development, electoral college reform, make rich people do stuff... the ch contingent or any other place where this kind of action is contemplated can put out its own demands, the best of them may go national. if this becomes a movement it will become national & have potential appeal to the vast majority of people in this country who do not & will not participate. those people must feel some kind of kinship & solidarity with the demo people otherwise we remain a funny minority.
we see in egypt the youth have not coalesced into a formal party & they are frozen out. there must be a structure to deal with "the structure" otherwise one throws out a bad actor & the machine grinds on. in a revolution a faction takes over the admin machine & runs it according to its sectarian principles. if the admin is abolished what we get is instant anarchy in which the weapon wielders rule. think think think therefore. plan plan plan. what, why, how.
political
what to do if successful. what would success mean? then what? what to do with opponents? how to turn opponents into neutrals or adherents? how do we want to live? how do we want other people to live? what do we want to allow? what do we want to prohibit? how do we enforce stuff? what do we do with problem people? how do we deal with life & death?
people have been trying to work with these issues since ancient times. attempt is better than idle dreams. dreams are not nothing. they are better than nothing. go & try, maybe something good will happen.
governance, personal responsibility, etc.
if the "revolution" is to be accomplished there has to be a change of heart in individuals. revolutionary forms can be enforced but the heart does not respond to force. the heart melts, that is the feel of the change. if people are to be allowed to be susceptible to change of heart they have to be comfortable in their bodies: pain minimized, adequate nutrition, degrees of freedom of activity, etc. the change we are looking for is the golden rule: everyone cares about everyone as much as they care about themselves, or pointed in that direction.
the first thing then is taking care of personal stuff as much as possible. "we" must be the truly self-reliant people. "they" are the ones who take advantage of people and call it virtue. next is helping everybody else take care of themselves, thus is government born.
there are only 2 governing processes: force or bureaucracy. without government there is anarchy which always devolves into the rule of force by dictator/gang leaders/warlords. the thing about bureaucracy is that it is boring, time consuming, nobody wants to do it except the people who want to. following one's bliss is great, but bureaucratic government is like ass wiping, if you hired someone to do it for you maybe it doesn't come out the way you wanted it to. so the revolution will have everyone doing a lot of necessary things that they wouldn't otherwise want to do. everyone wanting to do things that they don't want to do. because if we hire people to do it for us because we have "better" stuff to do we get what we get: a reiteration of the current structure. martinets & enforcers & prigs & meeting junkies & yes-people running things, money playing angles everywhere, egomaniacs of every type prowling around looking for opportunities.
until a revolutionary governing structure that includes everyone emerges to replace the delegated-reprepresentative model the bureaucratic model will persist: we will pay people to do things for us that we do not want to do ourselves. efforts must be made to "tame" and "democratize" the bureaucracy & its apparatus while we await the evolutionary development of an as yet unarticulated system that more nearly approximates the golden rule in action. at this time the thing to do with that is to want it, even if we don't yet know what it is.
hi. i live in raleigh, my son in ch invited me to the organizing meeting for "occupy chapel hill," maybe i'll get there (i didn't), there might be a take-mom-to-the-hospital activity 2day (there was). i have some points i'll present in the form of a military planning hierarchy (grr): tactical, strategic, political.
tactics:
1. the occupy (& demo) proto-movement will only become powerful if it endures & grows through the miserable winter. it will be the test of commitment to the whatever-it-is & will have a chance to grow in the spring in the crucial election yr. obviously a chapel hill "permanent" presence will have less impact than in ny, but the demonstration must demonstrate that it has legs. once started it should be planned (planned!) to continue until - ... ... "something" - otherwise it is a wimp movement without legs.
2. if there is to be such a long-term demo in ch it must be initially attempted within parameters negotiated with the ch gov incl the police. there must be a committee (! - organized!) to interface with "them" - them being everybody else. permits must be sought. the police must be directly & publicly in the loop. cops are friends when they're not enemies. even when they are actively repressing/enforcing the liason committee must be negotiating.
3. security, infrastructure, supply must be considered & planned for first while the weather is still good.
4. any law-breaking must only be undertaken for strategic purposes. public scofflaw activity must be repressed by ourselves rather than the cops. no public drug use, find minors & protect them, no property damage, keep it clean, control wierdness, etc.
5. more of this kind of nuts&bolts stuff.
strategy
this is not yet a movement, for it to become one it must have goals. the goals can be anything: "civility," different approach to economics, "peace," "tolerance," etc. or more specific: youth party development, electoral college reform, make rich people do stuff... the ch contingent or any other place where this kind of action is contemplated can put out its own demands, the best of them may go national. if this becomes a movement it will become national & have potential appeal to the vast majority of people in this country who do not & will not participate. those people must feel some kind of kinship & solidarity with the demo people otherwise we remain a funny minority.
we see in egypt the youth have not coalesced into a formal party & they are frozen out. there must be a structure to deal with "the structure" otherwise one throws out a bad actor & the machine grinds on. in a revolution a faction takes over the admin machine & runs it according to its sectarian principles. if the admin is abolished what we get is instant anarchy in which the weapon wielders rule. think think think therefore. plan plan plan. what, why, how.
political
what to do if successful. what would success mean? then what? what to do with opponents? how to turn opponents into neutrals or adherents? how do we want to live? how do we want other people to live? what do we want to allow? what do we want to prohibit? how do we enforce stuff? what do we do with problem people? how do we deal with life & death?
people have been trying to work with these issues since ancient times. attempt is better than idle dreams. dreams are not nothing. they are better than nothing. go & try, maybe something good will happen.
governance, personal responsibility, etc.
if the "revolution" is to be accomplished there has to be a change of heart in individuals. revolutionary forms can be enforced but the heart does not respond to force. the heart melts, that is the feel of the change. if people are to be allowed to be susceptible to change of heart they have to be comfortable in their bodies: pain minimized, adequate nutrition, degrees of freedom of activity, etc. the change we are looking for is the golden rule: everyone cares about everyone as much as they care about themselves, or pointed in that direction.
the first thing then is taking care of personal stuff as much as possible. "we" must be the truly self-reliant people. "they" are the ones who take advantage of people and call it virtue. next is helping everybody else take care of themselves, thus is government born.
there are only 2 governing processes: force or bureaucracy. without government there is anarchy which always devolves into the rule of force by dictator/gang leaders/warlords. the thing about bureaucracy is that it is boring, time consuming, nobody wants to do it except the people who want to. following one's bliss is great, but bureaucratic government is like ass wiping, if you hired someone to do it for you maybe it doesn't come out the way you wanted it to. so the revolution will have everyone doing a lot of necessary things that they wouldn't otherwise want to do. everyone wanting to do things that they don't want to do. because if we hire people to do it for us because we have "better" stuff to do we get what we get: a reiteration of the current structure. martinets & enforcers & prigs & meeting junkies & yes-people running things, money playing angles everywhere, egomaniacs of every type prowling around looking for opportunities.
until a revolutionary governing structure that includes everyone emerges to replace the delegated-reprepresentative model the bureaucratic model will persist: we will pay people to do things for us that we do not want to do ourselves. efforts must be made to "tame" and "democratize" the bureaucracy & its apparatus while we await the evolutionary development of an as yet unarticulated system that more nearly approximates the golden rule in action. at this time the thing to do with that is to want it, even if we don't yet know what it is.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
cowering
that is what most people do. when attacks come most people will choose not to fight & will try to get away. they will try to lock themselves in the cooler while the thieves go through the cash register, gun to head of cashier held hostage. it is company policy, if the company has one, to not resist nor to come to the aid of the hostage when faced with the threat or presence of violence. our social rules formalize and train us to respond with submission which is what most of us want to do anyway, deep down inside.
back up. the broken animal lying there, thrashing, gradually slowing, it will be delicious. the cat knows what the victim is going through. the cat has felt pain. the pain of the victim is irrelevant. the victim is a mouse, say, or a bird. maybe it does not eat animals, maybe it does. life of peace for the vegetarians, the only enemies are bigger/smarter predator animals (or parasites, etc.) further, the pain of the victim is part of the overall pleasurable scenario that will culminate in a really nice meal.
it is possible for corticated animals to separate out that pain causing function and obsess on it. the function is i perform an action (athletic, social, etc.) and it creates pain with or without physical damage to the victim. for the pain giver there is the indrawn breath and the expiration on the hit, however the hit is delivered. for the victim the (untrained) indrawn breath occurs at the moment of contact (the gasp), followed by the expiration at the scream or the collapse if that is what happens. i do something, the result is pain in you. then the cat sometimes goes nuts, bites on the mouse, shakes it, growls, shakes some more, then the mouse is dead & the cat is pawing it around, maybe striking again, dammit, thinks the cat, stop being dead, i want to play some more.
so most of us humans would prefer not to deal with that aspect of our essential selves. we don't want to be victims but we don't want to engage our kill-&-eat components. we'd prefer to not do that. people who do get into that, we think they're wierd, we don't want to hang with them. or else they engage their violent in culturally standardized ways (authorized or criminal) and we classify them a little differently as heros or villains.
schoolyard fight. crowd gathers. if pulled into the fight most of the watchers will immediately cave and become victims. in the baboon troop they will immediately grovel & display inferior status. a lot of sympathetic chemical activity going on in the crowd. echos of the agons going on in the visual field. victor & victim releasing chemicals like melodies to give us internal shifts of emotion and we are secondarily joyed as those evoked chemicals flow through our bodies.
back up. the broken animal lying there, thrashing, gradually slowing, it will be delicious. the cat knows what the victim is going through. the cat has felt pain. the pain of the victim is irrelevant. the victim is a mouse, say, or a bird. maybe it does not eat animals, maybe it does. life of peace for the vegetarians, the only enemies are bigger/smarter predator animals (or parasites, etc.) further, the pain of the victim is part of the overall pleasurable scenario that will culminate in a really nice meal.
it is possible for corticated animals to separate out that pain causing function and obsess on it. the function is i perform an action (athletic, social, etc.) and it creates pain with or without physical damage to the victim. for the pain giver there is the indrawn breath and the expiration on the hit, however the hit is delivered. for the victim the (untrained) indrawn breath occurs at the moment of contact (the gasp), followed by the expiration at the scream or the collapse if that is what happens. i do something, the result is pain in you. then the cat sometimes goes nuts, bites on the mouse, shakes it, growls, shakes some more, then the mouse is dead & the cat is pawing it around, maybe striking again, dammit, thinks the cat, stop being dead, i want to play some more.
so most of us humans would prefer not to deal with that aspect of our essential selves. we don't want to be victims but we don't want to engage our kill-&-eat components. we'd prefer to not do that. people who do get into that, we think they're wierd, we don't want to hang with them. or else they engage their violent in culturally standardized ways (authorized or criminal) and we classify them a little differently as heros or villains.
schoolyard fight. crowd gathers. if pulled into the fight most of the watchers will immediately cave and become victims. in the baboon troop they will immediately grovel & display inferior status. a lot of sympathetic chemical activity going on in the crowd. echos of the agons going on in the visual field. victor & victim releasing chemicals like melodies to give us internal shifts of emotion and we are secondarily joyed as those evoked chemicals flow through our bodies.
secrets in life
life seems to consist of a physical membrane surrounding a bunch of stuff that actively takes things from outside the memrane to keep the stuff inside going. secrecy and selection are therefore essential elements of life. life resists giving up and insists on taking and keeping. it puts its personal interest before all other considerations. environment is where the food comes from.
so where does compassion come from. the personal body left to its natural tendencies will go on trying to acquire and burn food until it doesn't work anymore. recognition by the living thing that there are others like it in the scene, a genetic rule not to automatically kill and eat some certain kind of life known as "us." great chemical mystery, we preferentially don't eat "us." baby spiders eating each other and all the other cannibalisms including the humans are special case oddities on the general rule.
inside the membrane the secret stuff goes on. outsiders see the membrane, think that is what the life is but the secret stuff goes on inside. otherwise it wouldn't be life. it would lie there and break into pieces and blow away.
you know what we don't see? we have a gundillion cooking shows but there is no hardcore foodnography which would have closeups of openmouthed chewing to arouse licentious phagic thoughts. that kind of video is not happening. chewed food is yucky. why. too real.
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so where does compassion come from. the personal body left to its natural tendencies will go on trying to acquire and burn food until it doesn't work anymore. recognition by the living thing that there are others like it in the scene, a genetic rule not to automatically kill and eat some certain kind of life known as "us." great chemical mystery, we preferentially don't eat "us." baby spiders eating each other and all the other cannibalisms including the humans are special case oddities on the general rule.
inside the membrane the secret stuff goes on. outsiders see the membrane, think that is what the life is but the secret stuff goes on inside. otherwise it wouldn't be life. it would lie there and break into pieces and blow away.
you know what we don't see? we have a gundillion cooking shows but there is no hardcore foodnography which would have closeups of openmouthed chewing to arouse licentious phagic thoughts. that kind of video is not happening. chewed food is yucky. why. too real.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
different ways of getting excited
if it is indeed true that the root of all of the things that living things do is about getting food then everything else they do is a spare time activity. all of those other exciting things that they do have the same essential "desire structure" as the food seeking. symptoms of dissatisfaction variously in the system, rumble in stomach, wanting - something. also, that these non-food avocational desires emerge out of food satiety or maybe out of surplus as in hey that was good, let's go out and do something. burn off the food, hey, let's get some more food. etc.
different things to get excited about. tribes form: afficionados of this or that. tribalism i guess comes from the bacterial level? (are viruses evolutionarily "lower" or are they parasitic bacterial fragments?) bacteria & viruses do not cannibalize do they? anyway, not the norm. tribalism - concept of us against them. a recognition of the existence of a family. things out "there" that are tasty but are not food. you don't eat them even though you could.
the bacteria emit chemicals that others of their type recognize, i don't know what the viruses do to talk with each other. chemicals? electrical gradients?
the first thing living things do when there is plenty of food is reproduce.
no, i'm not done with the victor-victim thing.
different things to get excited about. some of us hunt, shoot, birdwatch, people watch, tv watch, make things, drink alcohol, dress up, humiliate people, get angry, eat, make food, dance, build, scheme, collect, go fast, be alone, read, paint, exercise, preach, pray, shmooze, organize, write, joke, take care of animals, kill animals, etc. something. people who claim to have nothing, hey: that is a nothing-shaped something. if you can read this you can recognize that empty what's-the-use mental place as a decorator style. i watch myself watching my self in my lonely room. it is a room, it is not me. i can go out into another room. i can. frederick douglass woke up in jail. all of his people: life sentence, every angle turned to keep them from waking up, he awoke anyway. trying to stay awake, at any moment perhaps they will forget to lock the door.
a future of fully privatized water. if you can't pay for good water you can get bootleg water, or maybe you can't afford any in texas and you can die. a future of privatized oxygen. the rich live and the poor die. too bad say the rich. things are getting better now they will say.
different things to get excited about. tribes form: afficionados of this or that. tribalism i guess comes from the bacterial level? (are viruses evolutionarily "lower" or are they parasitic bacterial fragments?) bacteria & viruses do not cannibalize do they? anyway, not the norm. tribalism - concept of us against them. a recognition of the existence of a family. things out "there" that are tasty but are not food. you don't eat them even though you could.
the bacteria emit chemicals that others of their type recognize, i don't know what the viruses do to talk with each other. chemicals? electrical gradients?
the first thing living things do when there is plenty of food is reproduce.
no, i'm not done with the victor-victim thing.
different things to get excited about. some of us hunt, shoot, birdwatch, people watch, tv watch, make things, drink alcohol, dress up, humiliate people, get angry, eat, make food, dance, build, scheme, collect, go fast, be alone, read, paint, exercise, preach, pray, shmooze, organize, write, joke, take care of animals, kill animals, etc. something. people who claim to have nothing, hey: that is a nothing-shaped something. if you can read this you can recognize that empty what's-the-use mental place as a decorator style. i watch myself watching my self in my lonely room. it is a room, it is not me. i can go out into another room. i can. frederick douglass woke up in jail. all of his people: life sentence, every angle turned to keep them from waking up, he awoke anyway. trying to stay awake, at any moment perhaps they will forget to lock the door.
a future of fully privatized water. if you can't pay for good water you can get bootleg water, or maybe you can't afford any in texas and you can die. a future of privatized oxygen. the rich live and the poor die. too bad say the rich. things are getting better now they will say.
the exact thing that's wrong with "education" is that it has the format of time-delimited failure. something must be learned, that's fine. there is a time-limit, beyond the time limit there is "failure." continued "failure" eventually results in abandonment of the effort, the student is rejected, good luck toots.
abandoning the time limit allows the student to learn at the student's natural speed whatever that is. the pressure is off, the student can take as long as necessary to learn the thing. lifetime learning as it were. so everybody is always "in school," working on something someone thinks is necessary to know how to do.
sidebar: and in regard to things learned it is not the facts that are being learned, it is the developed structure in which those facts are deployed.
in a structure like that a third grade class could have adults & children taking the same "classes."
abandoning the time limit allows the student to learn at the student's natural speed whatever that is. the pressure is off, the student can take as long as necessary to learn the thing. lifetime learning as it were. so everybody is always "in school," working on something someone thinks is necessary to know how to do.
sidebar: and in regard to things learned it is not the facts that are being learned, it is the developed structure in which those facts are deployed.
in a structure like that a third grade class could have adults & children taking the same "classes."
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
invisibles
in some place and some time the carriers of alternative cultures live in deep hiding. the cathari underground, the sufi underground, the thing that was goddess worship, the special use of special plants. specialties of human behavior brought forward from parents to children, from teachers to students, invisible to the police. outside they look & act like everyone else. they create a safe zone in which they can do their thing. through all kinds of despotism & war they bring forward their secret thing. the responsible wine drinkers of islam, the sex positives of islam, freethinkers springing from the loins of the most rigorously enforced orthodoxy. how dare they, say the squares, something must be done. punishment does not deter them, they carry some kind of seed of liberation in them. generations later perhaps it becomes possible once again to practice.
kids
it is not the fucked up stoner part that is the problem. it is the don't give a shit part that bugs the squares. if the fucked up stoners kept their shit neat and tidy and cleaned up after themselves and didn't cause any trouble they could find a place for themselves in society, some of them do. so the habit that needs to be developed by the conscientious use of the drug is meticulous attention to detail rather then its opposite, which ranges from a learned augmentation of lack of focus, springing out of a deep aversion from reality as it is, through rituals of use that become eventually empty of all but consumption, all the way to static contemplation of the emptiness within, but even at that point discipline is demanded for proper relation with the outside world. in other words, you need to train yourselves, soon as you get stoned, don't lie there & space out. clean up. immediately. new ritual: stoned & clean. you can continue to do the kinds of social interactions & stuff you like to do. just clean & put away stuff & improve shit. there is really no reason why stoners can't have the neatest gig out there. neighbors start to imagine you're improving the tone of the community. this can be done.
2,
the night was full of smiles redux
something attracted to the commotion over there
things rubbed together something wants to investigate
wants to move from possibility to implantation
hanging around
pink carnation
membranes soften between things
something slips through
another me from a me and a you
a particular melting quality,
a particular angle of fall
gravity fold us in on our selves,
air wet with the breaths of the audience
hanging around, watching the opening
meeting of a here and a there
one in particular walks right in
holding the key, just the right
shape key, walks right in
9 months passed
2,
the night was full of smiles redux
something attracted to the commotion over there
things rubbed together something wants to investigate
wants to move from possibility to implantation
hanging around
pink carnation
membranes soften between things
something slips through
another me from a me and a you
a particular melting quality,
a particular angle of fall
gravity fold us in on our selves,
air wet with the breaths of the audience
hanging around, watching the opening
meeting of a here and a there
one in particular walks right in
holding the key, just the right
shape key, walks right in
9 months passed
like a sculpture can be seen from all sides
strange
the highest virtue always taught
obedience
practically speaking
shame
the highest virtue always taught
obedience
practically speaking
shame
Friday, September 9, 2011
life lessens
to try to learn how to figure out if something is wrong.
surrender. final surrender as the victim becomes food. it resists and tries to get away then it can't then it gives up and the disassembly can begin. it swells & starts to drip, tears, proceeds towards liquidity. surrender, the process proceeds to juice, which is absorbed by the victor. reds and pinks for us vertebrates.
the victor cannot avoid sympathy with the victim because everyone knows what happens. it is just the luck of the moment that i am the victor and it is the victim.to go through with the activity of killing and eating is the normal triumph of the basic level of will. the thing wants to live and will do whatever is necessary. it is just sorry, that's the way it is, the victim is going to die.
the celebrated flavor of the dead entity, the delicate artistry of the preparation, the convivial scene of the consumption of the victim, the satisfied filled feeling as the life of the victors goes on. the victims surrendered long moments ago, their paths to the future broken up and made into the future of the victors. the victors are happy. the victims are gone, memory of the exciting flavor recalled and cherished. those victims sure did taste delicious.
i grew up in enforcer times. human history had been long millennia of you'd better do exactly what you were told to do, if you didn't you'd get in trouble. there was only one right way to do everything, whatever that way happened to be. nonconformity was comprehensively repressed, nonconformists consistently ostracized. since the culture was based on enforcement the kid culture was an enforcer culture as well. bullies ruled. law of jungle.
in 1960s the idea of non-coercive society became very big, called "counterculture." there was essentially no model for such a society, therefore many experiments. since ultimate coercion is the basic element of life - we kill to eat - it may not be possible to be completely non-coercive until we learn to live on raw chemicals rather than corpses. matter of degree, various things can be tried to attempt to minimize the damage. us counterculturals immediately found our "movement" parasitized by various sociopathic ripoff artists who eventually overwhelmed the original intent which was something like looking for better things to do than what was being done, better ways of doing them. the serious questioning of standard methods brought forth a rally by the enforcer types who have been beating us back ever since. they have held the power to do things for almost all of human history, know how to do what they do, which is use force to attain personal ends, they are always winning. when they lose they do not go away. their impulses are the basic ones that seek victims to victorize. ours are secondary, reactive, the attempt of the victim to rise to power with the victor, to transcend the zero-sum game.
i am going to stay with this violence-eating process a while longer. it seems like it will be rather repetitive. it is after all something we do every day.
surrender. final surrender as the victim becomes food. it resists and tries to get away then it can't then it gives up and the disassembly can begin. it swells & starts to drip, tears, proceeds towards liquidity. surrender, the process proceeds to juice, which is absorbed by the victor. reds and pinks for us vertebrates.
the victor cannot avoid sympathy with the victim because everyone knows what happens. it is just the luck of the moment that i am the victor and it is the victim.to go through with the activity of killing and eating is the normal triumph of the basic level of will. the thing wants to live and will do whatever is necessary. it is just sorry, that's the way it is, the victim is going to die.
the celebrated flavor of the dead entity, the delicate artistry of the preparation, the convivial scene of the consumption of the victim, the satisfied filled feeling as the life of the victors goes on. the victims surrendered long moments ago, their paths to the future broken up and made into the future of the victors. the victors are happy. the victims are gone, memory of the exciting flavor recalled and cherished. those victims sure did taste delicious.
i grew up in enforcer times. human history had been long millennia of you'd better do exactly what you were told to do, if you didn't you'd get in trouble. there was only one right way to do everything, whatever that way happened to be. nonconformity was comprehensively repressed, nonconformists consistently ostracized. since the culture was based on enforcement the kid culture was an enforcer culture as well. bullies ruled. law of jungle.
in 1960s the idea of non-coercive society became very big, called "counterculture." there was essentially no model for such a society, therefore many experiments. since ultimate coercion is the basic element of life - we kill to eat - it may not be possible to be completely non-coercive until we learn to live on raw chemicals rather than corpses. matter of degree, various things can be tried to attempt to minimize the damage. us counterculturals immediately found our "movement" parasitized by various sociopathic ripoff artists who eventually overwhelmed the original intent which was something like looking for better things to do than what was being done, better ways of doing them. the serious questioning of standard methods brought forth a rally by the enforcer types who have been beating us back ever since. they have held the power to do things for almost all of human history, know how to do what they do, which is use force to attain personal ends, they are always winning. when they lose they do not go away. their impulses are the basic ones that seek victims to victorize. ours are secondary, reactive, the attempt of the victim to rise to power with the victor, to transcend the zero-sum game.
i am going to stay with this violence-eating process a while longer. it seems like it will be rather repetitive. it is after all something we do every day.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
mercilessness
mercilessness is therefore the basis of our bodily being. body's going to eat, someone's going to die. two approaches to that basic principle: feeling good about it or feeling not good about it. the ones that have mercy develop culture, the merciless like to kill and eat so that's what they do. violence and death appreciated for their delicious connotations, most basic desire. let me tell you about that wild pig someone killed last year. taste of fear. taste of blood. taste of triumph. taste of pain. taste of death. taste of regret. taste of food unroll in the mouth & fill the entire head & then the body so that it all disappears into the moving of the jaw, the flavors & textures of the victuals banging like bells in the mouth.
once inside the big dumb slow low metabolism cell the scheming mitochondrion divided until there were a bunch of them. cell's going nuts, grown to twice the size, zipping all over the place looking for phosphorus. cell can't imagine life without those little juice baby mitochondria tickling its tubes from the inside.
of course all over the place there are cells without mitochondria hanging around, getting old, grumbling about the hyped up new cells with their superchargers, kids these days.
mitochondria found an alternative to death by eating, a cooperative venture that bumped up resource use and expanded the scope of mercilessness. gigantic cell with all those hungry mitochondria, has to all the time hunt up food to feed them, they make that juice, it feels so good, i don't mind going out and hunting up someone and killing and eating it, it feels so good when i'm not hungry. mercilessness. some love it and parade it around, others feel shame and want to hide or abolish it, everybody does it if they want their body to survive. the married bliss of the cell & the mitochondria harem requires way more input, the cell has to go out and work all day every day. they make it feel so good, its worth it.
the esthetic appreciation of mercilessness leads to the roman games & all sorts of other public killing rituals, to various half-measure practices in which punishment is inflicted rather than death, thefts of various kinds, all subjects of possible study, systematization, critique. someone make a museum of meanness. do anything to them you want, bad as you treat them they're still better off than if you ate them, right? you can't make me stop treating you bad its your problem not mine, better still its your fault. its your fault you can't stop me. i'm going to do what i want to do. you don't like it security will escort you off the premises.
once inside the big dumb slow low metabolism cell the scheming mitochondrion divided until there were a bunch of them. cell's going nuts, grown to twice the size, zipping all over the place looking for phosphorus. cell can't imagine life without those little juice baby mitochondria tickling its tubes from the inside.
of course all over the place there are cells without mitochondria hanging around, getting old, grumbling about the hyped up new cells with their superchargers, kids these days.
mitochondria found an alternative to death by eating, a cooperative venture that bumped up resource use and expanded the scope of mercilessness. gigantic cell with all those hungry mitochondria, has to all the time hunt up food to feed them, they make that juice, it feels so good, i don't mind going out and hunting up someone and killing and eating it, it feels so good when i'm not hungry. mercilessness. some love it and parade it around, others feel shame and want to hide or abolish it, everybody does it if they want their body to survive. the married bliss of the cell & the mitochondria harem requires way more input, the cell has to go out and work all day every day. they make it feel so good, its worth it.
the esthetic appreciation of mercilessness leads to the roman games & all sorts of other public killing rituals, to various half-measure practices in which punishment is inflicted rather than death, thefts of various kinds, all subjects of possible study, systematization, critique. someone make a museum of meanness. do anything to them you want, bad as you treat them they're still better off than if you ate them, right? you can't make me stop treating you bad its your problem not mine, better still its your fault. its your fault you can't stop me. i'm going to do what i want to do. you don't like it security will escort you off the premises.
because we said so
the basic element of all interactions between all organisms is forebearance. we forebear to kill and eat that one. various reasons. ways of life built to accomodate the presence of other autonomous units.
oh, but let me go back to the cellular times when parts of us were free swimming in the soup, happily eating the algae, bumping into each other from time to time, occasionally exchanging genetic bits, sometimes by eating, sometimes by being eaten, encapsulated bits put through someone else's membrane, it thinks its getting a bonbon, i think im infecting her with me.
viruses like mosquitos carry around bits of sometimes useful stuff, the canny and aware cell might catch a favorable genetic bit as it passes by. back to the time the mitochondia showed up and we made a deal with them, we won't eat them, we'll let them live inside us. cause it makes me feel so good. so much more alive, so much more me, now i've got mitochondia, now i can really get something done.
the mitochondria gets an excellent environment with nice protective membranes. it creates the stuff that we organisms use to burn the food we eat. before mitochondria we only got to sip the energy of the food we ate. mitochondria allowed us to be more efficient in our food use, we grew, got bigger, made more of us.
composite organisms, way down at the cellular level. the "me" imagines its a single thing. the basic premise of unique selfhood is a joke. look ma, says the pile of stuff, i'm me.
still, everything in behavior is things that are done instead of killing and eating. we argue and fight about which alternatives alternatives to killing and eating are accepted in society, but all of them are in a sense creative endeavors compared with killing and eating.
we tell ourselves that killing and eating is creative too because it allows us to continue to live and that's good, right? otherwise why are we here? food preparation exalted. but the killing of the food designated polluting by the purist religions, professional food killers considered low caste. because we all know the score, the food wanted to live, we don't care, we're more important, because we said so.
the mighty cell bears down on the mitochondrion which pleads: don't dissolve me, i'll show you a real good time. what's better than eating "you" ask the cell. let me in, i'll show you says the mitochondrion. few moments later the cell goes wow, can you do that again. mitochondria settles into the cytoplasm. yes, but first you have to feed me. ok says the cell, whatever you say, just give me some more of that sugar.
i love you says the cell. love you too says the mitochonrdrion.
oh, but let me go back to the cellular times when parts of us were free swimming in the soup, happily eating the algae, bumping into each other from time to time, occasionally exchanging genetic bits, sometimes by eating, sometimes by being eaten, encapsulated bits put through someone else's membrane, it thinks its getting a bonbon, i think im infecting her with me.
viruses like mosquitos carry around bits of sometimes useful stuff, the canny and aware cell might catch a favorable genetic bit as it passes by. back to the time the mitochondia showed up and we made a deal with them, we won't eat them, we'll let them live inside us. cause it makes me feel so good. so much more alive, so much more me, now i've got mitochondia, now i can really get something done.
the mitochondria gets an excellent environment with nice protective membranes. it creates the stuff that we organisms use to burn the food we eat. before mitochondria we only got to sip the energy of the food we ate. mitochondria allowed us to be more efficient in our food use, we grew, got bigger, made more of us.
composite organisms, way down at the cellular level. the "me" imagines its a single thing. the basic premise of unique selfhood is a joke. look ma, says the pile of stuff, i'm me.
still, everything in behavior is things that are done instead of killing and eating. we argue and fight about which alternatives alternatives to killing and eating are accepted in society, but all of them are in a sense creative endeavors compared with killing and eating.
we tell ourselves that killing and eating is creative too because it allows us to continue to live and that's good, right? otherwise why are we here? food preparation exalted. but the killing of the food designated polluting by the purist religions, professional food killers considered low caste. because we all know the score, the food wanted to live, we don't care, we're more important, because we said so.
the mighty cell bears down on the mitochondrion which pleads: don't dissolve me, i'll show you a real good time. what's better than eating "you" ask the cell. let me in, i'll show you says the mitochondrion. few moments later the cell goes wow, can you do that again. mitochondria settles into the cytoplasm. yes, but first you have to feed me. ok says the cell, whatever you say, just give me some more of that sugar.
i love you says the cell. love you too says the mitochonrdrion.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
embroidery on the doily of original sin
so our fundamental state of being here in the body is to use force to kill other living things so we can eat them and keep ourselves alive. somewhere out there someone is thinking about how to expensively grow meat in a vat so that we don't have to kill something, the dream of tissue without consciousness but that is not a solution to the basic situation, we avert our eyes from the cells as they rupture, we have killed it, now we are eating it, it is delicious.
somewhere along the line we developed an idea that making distinctions between what we killed and why is important to the killer, the killee officially no longer cares. the killer knows what it has done, it just can't help itself. it is hungry, everyone knows what that is. some degree of sentiment in the lives of the vertebrates. they notice things, they form opinions, their grownups are smarter than their children. reflective conscience, tip of the grateful hat to the nutritious dead. a quick dispatch, a reverent prayer. delicious.
licit & illicit violence then. there have been times & places where if you captured someone in a raid you could do anything you wanted with it, your own business, the neighbors would not interfere, cut them up & hang the parts from a tree, your business, feed them to your dogs (like the Spanish in Cuba, 16th century). we, with our culture, apply manners to violence, obscure sense of guilt. we can't acknowledge that guilt though because we would have to stop eating then we ("we") would die. so we avert our eyes & agree not to comment. if challenged we bluster & display to cover our fear. we know how it is. what can we do?
violence. guilt. aversion. justification. moving right along.
somewhere along the line we developed an idea that making distinctions between what we killed and why is important to the killer, the killee officially no longer cares. the killer knows what it has done, it just can't help itself. it is hungry, everyone knows what that is. some degree of sentiment in the lives of the vertebrates. they notice things, they form opinions, their grownups are smarter than their children. reflective conscience, tip of the grateful hat to the nutritious dead. a quick dispatch, a reverent prayer. delicious.
licit & illicit violence then. there have been times & places where if you captured someone in a raid you could do anything you wanted with it, your own business, the neighbors would not interfere, cut them up & hang the parts from a tree, your business, feed them to your dogs (like the Spanish in Cuba, 16th century). we, with our culture, apply manners to violence, obscure sense of guilt. we can't acknowledge that guilt though because we would have to stop eating then we ("we") would die. so we avert our eyes & agree not to comment. if challenged we bluster & display to cover our fear. we know how it is. what can we do?
violence. guilt. aversion. justification. moving right along.
Friday, September 2, 2011
comedy of terrors
you better behave or else
i'll smash your face
i'll kill you
i'll take away your food
or someone else will do that to you
you won't go to heaven
you'll go to hell
you won't be happy
it'll get worse
fate will smash your face
god will smash your face
your mom will smash your face
you only win if you smash it yourself
you better behave or else
people will talk, won't be good
people are mean, they like to pass it along
burn down your house cause they don't like your friends
ooh paranoia
all the time paranoia
can't be free always watching me
paranoia
i'll smash your face
i'll kill you
i'll take away your food
or someone else will do that to you
you won't go to heaven
you'll go to hell
you won't be happy
it'll get worse
fate will smash your face
god will smash your face
your mom will smash your face
you only win if you smash it yourself
you better behave or else
people will talk, won't be good
people are mean, they like to pass it along
burn down your house cause they don't like your friends
ooh paranoia
all the time paranoia
can't be free always watching me
paranoia
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
knots, circles
the basic problem of governance whether social or unitary is to get the subject to do what it doesn't want to do. for the unitary "self" the untrained "desire body" will do exactly what it wants to do without recourse to planning. the restraint of the desire body is what makes possible activities other than the basic breathe, eat, seek fun, reproduce sequences. otherwise the desire body will express in the normal organismic way, nothing will be built, we would only intend out of those basic needs, no civilization.
the objective conditions of the universe require that the basic needs be satisfied, it is correct that the body wants to keep itself alive, it is at this time necessary that the units eat other units, we attempt to deal with the basics and heroically try to make more of it than it is by romanticizing whatever it is that we romanticize, every one of us an artist in our particular field.
all day long for example, there is a small piece of the me that calls out from a childish bed of lassitude: hey, you just accomplished something, go take a nap. me, if i lie down, i'm going to nod off. i'll nod off in the chair it i'm not doing anything. i'd rather do my sleeping at night, all at once. so i avoid lying down mostly.
the various ways that an individual gets itself to do what it doesn't want to do, probably all opposed by the desire body which wants to do what it wants to do immediately and completely over the edge and into the mud puddle at full speed like a dog or a 2 year old. as grownups we are lucky if we got us a paying gig that nicely engages the particularistic (; flavors of our desire bodies, but even then, where work is a delight, the desire body can only be allowed to express hemmed in by social ritual otherwise everything completely falls apart and we devolve to mostly helpless monads surrounded by enemies. sub-primate at least, maybe sub-vertebrate, back in the worm brain.
i practice various ways of figuring out what i want to do, perhaps the expression of those desires can be more usefully/pleasurably turned in some different direction than had been previously the case, so the "will" can perhaps turn the desire just a little bit and everything works a little better in a slightly different social situation.
but i really need to talk about crime. the desire bodies unrestrained by any social or personal "will," that motivating element of the basic needs undirected, the will bent to the satisfaction of the desires in all cases, the social machinery bent too, that asocial me-firstness brought past utility to propaganda so that body parts are used to "send a message." that seems to happen everywhere in every culture: there is a violent element somewhere in it, certain various activities are "not tolerated."
so i need to talk about toleration and limits thereof. later. the next thing i'm going to write about will be things-that-are-yucky. when i finish with food & death & aggression.
now i have a question. these libyan kids & grownups who were able to drive out their crazy dictator (with sufficient air cover by the capitalist overlords), there was all that horrible dying going on but a lot of them were having the time of their lives, now they've won, almost, they're war heroes, hope they can keep it together. war - best thing that ever happened to the winners, sometimes, they think. and us, here, on tv, we just lap it up, just like the romans did. violence. want to participate. hungry. want to eat. hunt, kill, eat.
that's interesting too. the romans had public spectacles of violence and death (and food). they did not have public spectacles of sex, there were spectacles for rich pervs but not public. outside of that cultural line there are some places that had high rituals involving sex, that's what they did for theatre back then, but there is essentially no human tradition i know that has its sex out in public, plenty where violence and death were and are.
well, might say scalia, there is this long history of us humans appreciating violence and death and repressing and making fun of sex, a conservative person would naturally want to continue along that path. who's to say that's incorrect?
but the answers to the remaining questions is out there in the areas not yet charted, some will bend their will toward exploration because they are such slaves to their desire that they will go forward no matter what, can't help themselves, they have bent their will to their purpose, their desire has no choice but to follow.
the objective conditions of the universe require that the basic needs be satisfied, it is correct that the body wants to keep itself alive, it is at this time necessary that the units eat other units, we attempt to deal with the basics and heroically try to make more of it than it is by romanticizing whatever it is that we romanticize, every one of us an artist in our particular field.
all day long for example, there is a small piece of the me that calls out from a childish bed of lassitude: hey, you just accomplished something, go take a nap. me, if i lie down, i'm going to nod off. i'll nod off in the chair it i'm not doing anything. i'd rather do my sleeping at night, all at once. so i avoid lying down mostly.
the various ways that an individual gets itself to do what it doesn't want to do, probably all opposed by the desire body which wants to do what it wants to do immediately and completely over the edge and into the mud puddle at full speed like a dog or a 2 year old. as grownups we are lucky if we got us a paying gig that nicely engages the particularistic (; flavors of our desire bodies, but even then, where work is a delight, the desire body can only be allowed to express hemmed in by social ritual otherwise everything completely falls apart and we devolve to mostly helpless monads surrounded by enemies. sub-primate at least, maybe sub-vertebrate, back in the worm brain.
i practice various ways of figuring out what i want to do, perhaps the expression of those desires can be more usefully/pleasurably turned in some different direction than had been previously the case, so the "will" can perhaps turn the desire just a little bit and everything works a little better in a slightly different social situation.
but i really need to talk about crime. the desire bodies unrestrained by any social or personal "will," that motivating element of the basic needs undirected, the will bent to the satisfaction of the desires in all cases, the social machinery bent too, that asocial me-firstness brought past utility to propaganda so that body parts are used to "send a message." that seems to happen everywhere in every culture: there is a violent element somewhere in it, certain various activities are "not tolerated."
so i need to talk about toleration and limits thereof. later. the next thing i'm going to write about will be things-that-are-yucky. when i finish with food & death & aggression.
now i have a question. these libyan kids & grownups who were able to drive out their crazy dictator (with sufficient air cover by the capitalist overlords), there was all that horrible dying going on but a lot of them were having the time of their lives, now they've won, almost, they're war heroes, hope they can keep it together. war - best thing that ever happened to the winners, sometimes, they think. and us, here, on tv, we just lap it up, just like the romans did. violence. want to participate. hungry. want to eat. hunt, kill, eat.
that's interesting too. the romans had public spectacles of violence and death (and food). they did not have public spectacles of sex, there were spectacles for rich pervs but not public. outside of that cultural line there are some places that had high rituals involving sex, that's what they did for theatre back then, but there is essentially no human tradition i know that has its sex out in public, plenty where violence and death were and are.
well, might say scalia, there is this long history of us humans appreciating violence and death and repressing and making fun of sex, a conservative person would naturally want to continue along that path. who's to say that's incorrect?
but the answers to the remaining questions is out there in the areas not yet charted, some will bend their will toward exploration because they are such slaves to their desire that they will go forward no matter what, can't help themselves, they have bent their will to their purpose, their desire has no choice but to follow.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
educational pipe dreams, love poem
1. the shape of the deal with all deviants is that they will fulfil the basic duties of citizenship, however they are defined, and they will be otherwise left in peace to do their thing. the definition of citizenship duties is never fully stated lest its administration become tyranical, but encompasses some kind of joint approach to basic functions: infrastructure, admin, defense. whatever they do in their spare time their business. the heroin user knows military service coming up, voluntarily kicks, not a problem, can get back to it afterwards: citizen junky. an entire emergency response crew run as a nonprofit by the porn industry. porn stars who are also birth coaches.
i am imagining that education is not only to teach kids to sit still & follow orders, few facts thrown in, but like every kid learns how to sew, cook, self-defense, military tactics, large object handling, how to build things, how to fall & not get hurt, how to bear pain, how to end fights, how to try to survive as a kid in a combat situation, how to try to deal with creepy grownups. how to brush teeth, how to grow food, how to kill & dismember animals, anatomy, massage, signs of various sickness, formal instruction in various ways of being nice, how to plan, how to study. how to put up structures. how to figure out problems.
when i was a kid we were all going to be drafted. they would separate some gym classes into girls & boys: the girls taught to dance, boys taught to march. that was military education. in history we learned the dates of wars, what they were supposed to be about, who won. i imagine military education: the military instruction team comes in and explains how the whole military machine works, analyzes engagements, everybody does some pretend combat & survival. whole school: military week. teach them how to handle weapons too. that kind of stuff not for everyone but some like it, will go on with it in an organic manner.
another week is cooking week. how to handle fire, how to handle knives, how to clean & why, handling hot stuff, how to measure, how to time, how to clean up. another is clothing week, how they fit, how to clean them, how to make them. another is body week, how it works, signs of sickness, how to keep it clean.. another is you get the idea? teach them useful stuff. lots of it. kids will like it.
2.
there is the messy aspect, it is definitely a chore
there is no question that i will be thinking thoughts
you would rather i wouldn't think
also that it is messy, and takes time
and i'm going to think those thoughts
while we do this and that with the bodies
until at a certain point you give up
and decide to go with it & you swoon down
into it, current carries us away,
bumping through the experience,
sometimes to end calmly in the bay,
bit of water in the boat,
other times smashed on the rocks,
you over there, i over here
sometimes one of us walking away on the beach
the other still in the water
that certain point, where you decide you'll allow
yourself to go toward melt,
like it. like. melting is nice. wanting to melt.
nice
3.
you orthodox of all sects: you have only a single hope, all of you insisting that all the other hopes are false. "i" see buckets of hope everywhere. who loses?
i am imagining that education is not only to teach kids to sit still & follow orders, few facts thrown in, but like every kid learns how to sew, cook, self-defense, military tactics, large object handling, how to build things, how to fall & not get hurt, how to bear pain, how to end fights, how to try to survive as a kid in a combat situation, how to try to deal with creepy grownups. how to brush teeth, how to grow food, how to kill & dismember animals, anatomy, massage, signs of various sickness, formal instruction in various ways of being nice, how to plan, how to study. how to put up structures. how to figure out problems.
when i was a kid we were all going to be drafted. they would separate some gym classes into girls & boys: the girls taught to dance, boys taught to march. that was military education. in history we learned the dates of wars, what they were supposed to be about, who won. i imagine military education: the military instruction team comes in and explains how the whole military machine works, analyzes engagements, everybody does some pretend combat & survival. whole school: military week. teach them how to handle weapons too. that kind of stuff not for everyone but some like it, will go on with it in an organic manner.
another week is cooking week. how to handle fire, how to handle knives, how to clean & why, handling hot stuff, how to measure, how to time, how to clean up. another is clothing week, how they fit, how to clean them, how to make them. another is body week, how it works, signs of sickness, how to keep it clean.. another is you get the idea? teach them useful stuff. lots of it. kids will like it.
2.
there is the messy aspect, it is definitely a chore
there is no question that i will be thinking thoughts
you would rather i wouldn't think
also that it is messy, and takes time
and i'm going to think those thoughts
while we do this and that with the bodies
until at a certain point you give up
and decide to go with it & you swoon down
into it, current carries us away,
bumping through the experience,
sometimes to end calmly in the bay,
bit of water in the boat,
other times smashed on the rocks,
you over there, i over here
sometimes one of us walking away on the beach
the other still in the water
that certain point, where you decide you'll allow
yourself to go toward melt,
like it. like. melting is nice. wanting to melt.
nice
3.
you orthodox of all sects: you have only a single hope, all of you insisting that all the other hopes are false. "i" see buckets of hope everywhere. who loses?
Thursday, August 25, 2011
food
1. there is social eating but it does not include much public interaction with the food after it has been chewed. the food is there on the plate, or twitching on the ground, whatever. it looks delicious, i'm going to tear it to pieces & chew it up into mush & swallow it, it will keep me alive. i am so thankful for the victim, its death is my life. we sort of honor this fundamental quality of food by trying to combine the eating with other fun stuff to make a fun feast, bonhomie, glass of wine in afternoon, nibbling at the delicious victims.
once the food gets in the mouth & starts to get slimed & chewed this love affair with the victim enters the flavor zone & moves out of the visual. chewed food behavior involving taking it out of the mouth & playing with it, chewing it up & displaying it as it is deconstructed, sharing it dyadically or parentally, more or less odd in my culture, though i've heard of rugged cultures where the parents prechew the walrus blubber etc. for the kids. on the cooking shows they eat the food but you don't get closeups of open mouths chewing. that would be phagographic. apparently there is no serious market for that kind of entertainment: no movies of people eating each other's chewed food, no closeups of the food as it turns into food. we each eat too much or not by ourselves, sitting there at the table together, maybe sharing a dish, but each eating our own food.
2. the mighty worm crawling over the bacterial mat, devouring everything in its path, fearlessly processing lives into food, taking all the good stuff, leaving the junk behind.
3. the delicious joy of the mashed up and broken open body, slow drip of fluids
4. a rich subject, filled with pink tones & delicious flavors & textures.
once the food gets in the mouth & starts to get slimed & chewed this love affair with the victim enters the flavor zone & moves out of the visual. chewed food behavior involving taking it out of the mouth & playing with it, chewing it up & displaying it as it is deconstructed, sharing it dyadically or parentally, more or less odd in my culture, though i've heard of rugged cultures where the parents prechew the walrus blubber etc. for the kids. on the cooking shows they eat the food but you don't get closeups of open mouths chewing. that would be phagographic. apparently there is no serious market for that kind of entertainment: no movies of people eating each other's chewed food, no closeups of the food as it turns into food. we each eat too much or not by ourselves, sitting there at the table together, maybe sharing a dish, but each eating our own food.
2. the mighty worm crawling over the bacterial mat, devouring everything in its path, fearlessly processing lives into food, taking all the good stuff, leaving the junk behind.
3. the delicious joy of the mashed up and broken open body, slow drip of fluids
4. a rich subject, filled with pink tones & delicious flavors & textures.
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