WE ARE GOING BACK TO OUR ORIGINAL INTENTION FOR A MINUTE HERE AT KLANGORSCRAWLER
WE DID WISH TO GIVE THE WORLD A PROPER "THANK YOU," at least.. long overdue. If we do, in fact, owe a great debt in the sense no one should be kept alive past their usefulness to that all of "creation," we must acknowledge that we have been kept alive for a time beyond our own "means," not of rather our own means.. and for this we are both stunned and appreciative. We know that it is no one's joy, being taxed, and seeing no real accurate representation.. if anyone should ever have enough wealth to see it not re-distributed.. we can't imagine such a world.
But we would not lose the reader in our own amusement if it diminishes our sincere "thank you."
WE, (the ghosts and my self), imagined doing a good thing with Art, for the kids and for the adults alike, to draw them together again might be too ambitious a dream, if we might present a possible "key," to the creation of it.. to answer the question "who is a real artist and who is not?" In the simplest of terms, this is a question that has plagued us since the very beginning, "am I to presume myself an 'artist?'" And what sort of impact should my work have on the people who see it? Is there some good goal? And our only response was to imagine letting go of the outcome. This is to say the better part of most films, (fiction in moving picture and sound), gets left on the cutting room floor. There's no denying one man has a more discerning eye for cropping than another.. if it is a great mystery we might comfort ourselves with the idea it all goes to good purpose anyway, regardless of our feeling about it, if we cannot increase our natural ability to crop a thing into its best and most opportune face.. (we say this in our belief that all two-dimensional Art is subject to its composition, which is subject to its cropping, which is subject to its resource.. but we run into pompousness).. we very simply thought it good to publish a journal in real time, with no editing allowed. This seemed to us the best form of education and no better way to prove it than to do it.
LOVE LETTER AND MANIFESTO ("NEOANARCHISM")
SUNDAY 21 July 2024
IF ANYONE IS WAITING FOR ME to start ranting and raving and then go shoot people.. (hahaha).. he's going to be waiting a while. What an idiot solution. But then again, people can't help it.. "then-again-people," (monkey see monkey do).. the groundhog day bunch.. -these are the people who settle on a day and seek forever to repeat it. Some will remember our wearing out of the phrase, "it just seemed like the thing to do at the time," as a means of laughing off or covering a blunder.. (or otherwise, "I couldn't help it"), suggesting a choice where there is none. And thank god we are not hearing "living the dream," much anymore.. personally couldn't wait until that one died. This whole repeating of lines thing is probably the best clue to our origins we have, if all is a fiction of us in the end.
We thought we'd give the notion of NEOANARCHISM some consideration; we saw a piece on the subject a while ago and found it very interesting.. but I'd like the reader to understand it was a short interview and I didn't watch the whole thing and can't remember what was said in the portion I did watch.. basically lost interest when the girl started talking about her "group," (which kind of went contrary to the idea she was promoting). I certainly can't suggest that all these ideas therefore are mine, or that very much of anything originates in me.. it's more likely an evolutionary thing.. but that we are too confused by drama needing a beginning and an end.. (if we insist on selling it for profit).. at least drama writing produces something, unlike the professional wrestling of Congress.
There is just such an awful distaste in the idea "I must be governed," or that this governanceship need come from outside of me.. (or rather "us," -as I have said many times, "the ghosts and me").. that we need a leader or authority, beyond a certain age, or having lived a certain amount of years.. someone looking after us.. when it's very much more like we really need someone looking after all of them.. (the imagined hoards of ravenous mongrels just beyond the hill, poised, and armed, to swarm like a cancer, over to here.. and take away our suburb).. and and every other horror of "THEM," (in any form), the "not us," which is really just another addition to the hundreds and hundreds of ways to die already floating around in the environment, and forced down our throats by some unhappy asshole, every day.
Leaving the conundrum of "eternity," alone for a minute.. if we could make sense of one thing anymore.. it flashes in our mind that Jesus might have been suggesting it is necessary to appoint a "LORD," or a "good father," to the task of managing the hoards of ghosts mongrelling in our heads.. roiling and spoiling, (for a fight).. he talked about throwing the devil down to the ground.. standing up to the hypocrites.. standing up to his own fears and cowardice.. overcoming indecision in those hell-moments in the garden.. it ties in with the need to rule our self, to master the inner child, the "Legion," thing.. and every newcomer spirit seeping in.. forever and ever amen.. (who's coming to visit today, Dada?).. let us slaughter and fix the nicest goat for him.. because you know, as the newest young buck in the herd, he's going to want to make his way to the top of the hill.
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I'm thinking in it's simplest form, the life of a human being is an exercise in gaining, more or less, self-mastery.. and then relinquishing it, as the infant cannot control anything.. neither can the old man. Outside we see men going crazy for the command of others. If that is one of the answers to the universal question, "who am I?" ..or if our most sacred "identity," is not the product of dicking and being dicked around.. or just aimlessly dicking around by our self.. and not to drag in my theories on where identity comes from.. (that it is impossible to have an identity or an ego monster without at least one other person being involved in determining what that is).. we want to begin with something everyone can agree on.. that the infant doesn't have any control even of his bodily movements, (I can't speak for girl babies, or girls of any age, women, or anything about womanhood except in the most "outside" way).. Lao Tzu points out that the infant's penis becomes erect all on its own.. (later on this happens in school.. and church).. and well, maybe there is never a time a man can control his biology.. maybe the gurus get hard sitting there in painful yoga positions.. (is anybody telling the truth about anything?).. my point is, we slowly gain control of our bodies.. we learn to command our muscles, and hopefully our minds as well. But for what? "God knows?" -it is somewhat interesting the theory that infants experience a little of what it might be like to be "God," but how is something like this useful or even proven? (unless we accept that some gods are born in "Hell").
In the real scene outside, there is a lot of talk about adhering to "The Constitution of the United States," and a whole lot more talk about getting around it. We don't talk a lot about how a man is "constituted," anymore, (if we ever did). It is in this area of "self-rule," or "self-mastery," that we see the need for the development of a personal constitution or a set of unbreakable laws or principles that a man swears to uphold even at the cost of his own life.. (even if this doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense).. we see the danger of a man being "divided against himself," or a traitor to his own constitution.. a "prostitute," if you will.. (in his selling out of his own rule).. how this relates to his "pledging allegiance," to his constitution.. and then fucking it in the ass.. and I'm thinking it might be a good idea to dig deep into how what we think of as "a man," is formed, or how a man is "constituted," precisely.. because, whatever that is, it's not working in the world.. or at least it's not working to the liking of everybody involved. And it's probably the problem of "there's nowhere else to go," anymore.. there's no more "West." There's only turn around and do battle with the East. I would personally love for there to be more West.. or to have some sense that hacking out into the woods alone would be worth the journey.. maybe come into town now and then to buy a hooker. Everywhere we here, "all a man wants to do is feed his family and buy a hooker," (is that such a crime?).
So what do we have? We have man wanting to fix up his environment to suit his tastes.. cut down trees.. eat his lunch.. and go to the lavatory.. but now the landscape is no longer trees and bugs.. it's more of a big psychological mess.