Posts Tagged ‘art’

Life Seen Through Half Empty Glasses

February 22, 2013 Leave a comment

Did the Stone Age end because they ran out of stones?

The Malthusian issue with too much influence…



On What There Is

July 25, 2012 Leave a comment

Click here:  Quine

Vertical Veranda

July 24, 2012 Leave a comment

Slowly assembling the infrastructural components and systems for the big porch…

The End of Communist Beadledom

June 4, 2012 Leave a comment

Clearly, the historical record is sufficient to confirm that those who persist in espousing a belief in communism must be mentally disordered, ignorant of history, willfully blind, or all of the above.  One wonders how long the myth, so long exposed, can be sustained.  We’ll look to Vladimir Putin for the answer…..but we already know.  Also, thanks to the Gods of YouTube, Eno, and all the legal henchmen in between for restricting access to the previously available video. You prove the point.

Here we are
Stuck by this river,
You and I
Underneath a sky that’s ever falling down, down, down
Ever falling down.

Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
I wonder why we came.

You talk to me
As if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
From another time.

-Brian Eno

Tectonic Heteronymia

May 23, 2012 Leave a comment

Highways for Africa

May 23, 2012 Leave a comment

Africa needs Interstates.

Interstates provide Traffic.

Interstates have exits.

Exits attract Development.

Development serves the Traffic.

Traffic generates Revenue.

Revenue creates Wealth.

Wealth supplants Poverty.

 People need Car Dealerships in Africa;

In the United States of Africa.

 Reasons to motor around-

Lesotho to Cairo?

Go to a Grocery Store,

Or a Car Repair Shop,

Or a Ghost Factory.

Eating and driving feed the World.

But why leave show business?

Imagine this scenario:  The United States of Africa.

To Rest With An Ideal

May 15, 2012 1 comment

To be in love with an ideal; untarnished, uncomplicated, is love in its purest form- a vision of serenity not possible in life.