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DELUSIONAL PEOPLE

Faber- to fabricate, to lie, thus, ‘art is a lie!’

Modern art embraces everything, and it should, as each new generation has that many new sources of inspiration to draw from, the only new ideas are the combinations and retoolings of older, (arguably better) ‘original’ ideas. Whenever I come up with a great new idea, it appears someone else has already done it; Woody Allen, Mel Brooks, any countless number of other brilliant jews. This is the only decent argument for anarchy. We ought to just tear everything down and start from scratch.

Ideas and philosophy multiply exponentially upon themselves, building blocks like LEGOs towards an ultimate good, or perhaps mucking up the process with overt confusion. I can’t create unless I immerse myself in new ideas and company, I get depressed when I’m not fulfilling some act of creation, when my body gets depressed it makes itself fall in love, when I’m hopelessly in love the only cure is art.

As it embraces everything, is doesn’t have to be picky, it has arms open wide to receive it all, but perhaps it CANNOT decide, and is just artistic nonsense. The ravings of madmen in the street at streetlight poles begin to make perfect sense to me.

If someone labels their memoirs ‘The Rantings of a Crazy Person’ chances are they are not a crazy person. If they label their memoirs ‘The New Gospel of the Reborn Jesus Christ as Told to me by my Housecat,” then they may be a pretty good candidate. But even I attribute animism to inanimate household objects, a silly childhood holdover. My class ring, like all class rings, for example, had a singular purpose in its life; to get itself lost. My toilet cannot flush without my approval. Whereas most people need only to pull the flush lever, I must be watching my toilet as it does this, nodding and smiling satisfactorily, beaming proudly as if no other toilet could fulfill this function as well as mine.

Delusional people (artists of reality), confuse their internal and external spaces, in some degree incapable of delineating between the two. Their dreamrealm is our realm, and they will as readily interact with a wall as they would with the policeman on the corner, and “sane” people like you or I would rather interact with neither. We tell ourselves that hard-line constancy is better than our mental illusions, a good use of our perceptional condition than being tricked. But we are all tricked on a daily basis, by our biased minds, our faulty eyes, and the society, fellow humans and world in which we live.


This is Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’ It raises many important and pivotal questions about art as we know it, ‘what is the thinker thinking of?’ ‘is the sitting position the best position for thinking?’ perhaps he’s thinking that ‘I could be thinking a whole lot better if I put on my damned thinking pants.’


This is Rodan. He thinks of nothing but destruction.

The artist is a clown, a poet, an imitator, a monkey, a philosopher, a sociologist, a socialist, a satirist, a fabricator, a creator, and first and foremost a liar.

Constructing his or her own reality for entertainment, aesthetic or philosophical purposes (and let’s not forget the payouts), is the honest intention of dishonesty what separates them from the camps of confidence-artists and the camps of schizophrenics?

A few more thoughts related to this subject, and then I must return to the comfort of my dreamtime, whose sophistry I know to be authentic and internally consistent:
Early cultures and shaman were much more responsive to the archetypical ‘stranger’ as a bringer of both dramatic good and evil foreboding. Regardless, his news was often accepted as gospel by the characters time and time again, even in those stories where the moral was that some trickster is playing with your worldview to ill ends. We love a good mystery, and solving it sometimes takes a backseat to never solving it. Some humans skip to the end of the enjoyable book to read the reveal first, others join major world religions. An old Native American belief was that ‘evil is the truth that is not meant to be known.’

And finally, this:
Does telling a fictional story make it more true than if it were never told at all?

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Alex Jones to Glenn Beck; “Come On, Man!”

The blabbering smackdown continues as two pieholes gesticulate madly in the face of political darkness, buoyed (correct usage) by the nattering compliance of glass-eyed fans with dry brainpans. Each shadow-casting ember and random orb a dread conspiracy needs red-faced shouting at, and who better than contractually-obligated crazies like Alex Jones and Glenn Beck to do the job! But what happens when these nonlethal directed sound weapons sway course at each other, letting loose a hideously entertaining Doppler Effect of paranoia and schoolyard namecalling?

Who will live, who will die, or is there a happy medium?

Notes:
Alex has a very unique idea of what ‘face-to-face’ means.

buoyed, tr.v.
1. To keep afloat or aloft.
2. a. To maintain at a high level; support.
b. To hearten or inspire; uplift:

Alex also apparently uses the ‘crystal ball’ as his scientific slide rule, but clearly doesn’t need it in this instance.

By sparring seriously, Beck and Jones each lend credence to the sincere and rational (respectively) beliefs and opinions held by the other.

Alex Jones sees you, boy. He sees you.

Alex Jones to Glenn Beck: “Be On The Right-Side Of History!”

It’s a knock-down drag-out of crazy vs. crazy! Clowns to the left of me, Joker’s to the right, and I’m stuck in the middle with you.

I don’t agree with either viewpoint but perhaps 40%, and that’s only when either is at their most mellow yellow or tempered from tantrums. Certainly, however, they’re two of the most entertaining looney tunes on the air today, and I hope this develops into a truly interesting sideshow feud-fight, complete with pies and seltzer water.

P.S. Alex Jones admits he’s a ‘novice.’

If your children start to quarrel, and nothing seems to quell them, just tell them that you’ll take them to the Edison Museum

5/9/09

No news is good news, and there isn’t any of that. Hopefully there will be enough time to fit in none of all that there isn’t enough of.

I’m all debated out this week, with the feeling that the more I allow myself drawn into these contentious windstorms of looonacy, the more we all lose at life. I really should stop arguing with myself, and/or those who are louder than me. However, if you wanted to call in and voice your strong opinions on any of the issues of the day*, do so at 415-341-1199. You will most likely best me.

Also call your mother. She misses you.

PLAYLIST
Hall Of The Mountain King – Rainbow
Cha Cha – Balkan Beat Box
Inspector Jay’s Big Score – DJ Shadow
Mussolini Vs Stalin – Gogol Bordello
Going To Mexico – Steve Miller Band
Golden Brown – The Stranglers
Losing My Religion – R.E.M.
Don’t Bogart Me – The Fraternity Of Man
Purple Haze – Jimi Hendrix
Loser = Weed – The Residents
Numbered Days – Eels
The Guitar Man – Cake
The Edison Museum – They Might Be Giants
Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots – Flaming Lips
Poor Edward – Tom Waits
Smile – Elvis Costello

Half of this playlist will give you the munchies, all of it is strange.

Stranger in a Strange Land 2009-05-09: Nothing Seems to Quell Them! by The Stranger on Mixcloud

~The Stranger
thestranger@earthling.net

*The day in question this week will be for Wednesday, October 23rd, 1839, sucka.

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Why I love America

Would someone please tell me where it is that these things are happening so that I can go be there right now?

Understanding being nothing else, but conception caused by Speech.

The stakes were high, with arbitrary considerations of ‘law’ and ‘justice’ and ‘order’ strained to their definition points. Pulling this single lynchpin, this keystone, this golden spike… might derail a pivotal international plot to highjack all finance, commerce, private ownership, an election, choice, the ability to make total war… the very essence and being of the human race.

Hard was the task before me, to truly understand the confederacy of ubiquitous dark forces, at the most pragmatic moment, in order to graft with them fully, meld slowly as the creaking patient tree amongst the artificiality of a steel-ringing chain-link fence. Grease, moisture, pressure, unbearable turmoil, and then dry-rot set in, leaving only that aperture from whence one entered, shattering the bloated blighted blemishes from their torpid comfort. Stirring and dissolving, hacking away at each other searching for their common enemy, long since gone slinking into the night. Those who remained were easy pickins, but for their evolved sense of survival atop the trash heap, and amalgamation of super-science and evil.

Caught full blast during this janitorial duty unawares by just such frenetic fanatical foes, entrenched in their last ditch fraternity of hostility and subatomic-particle-rearranger ray set to 11, I strained to regain composure, nay, composition, in an all-out knock-down knuckle-dragging denial of all things physical, and a few illicit drugs as well.

It was then that I stared foully deep into the unending maw of universal truth; it was, as awfulness goes, inversely proportionate to the awesomeness of cunnilingus.

O what did I learn, children, and how does simple universal matter, or organic brain cells, or inferior English speech translate it now?

“To understand this for sense it is not required that a man should be a geometrician or a logician, but that he should be mad.”

Necessity dictates that so being is so, so being is so. This so being, being so, is being so also so being? Man, reduced to his natural state, is mere animal. That doesn’t say much for man, but it certainly doesn’t say much for animal.

“The privilege of absurdity; to which no living creature is subject but man only.”

I’ve had people ask me if what I write about in my blogs is ‘true.’ My eyes then glimmer go dinner-plate wide as I stand on shaky legs and pound a fist into the air, rapaciously demanding to know where these people on the bus get off following me around and reading my blogs, and who the fuck they think THEY are.

Honesty and truth: I can honestly proclaim to believe something that isn’t true, if I honestly didn’t know that it wasn’t true. I can dishonestly report a set of truthful facts. If I attempt to be honest, I am good. If I attempt to be dishonest, I am bad. Goodness is contingent on honesty, which leaves truth mutually explusive, which means that truth can very well be evil. It’s better to be any kind of honest than an evil kind of truthful. So then the BEST kind of honesty doesn’t reflect a truthful truth at all. Honest.

“Such truth as opposeth no man’s profit nor pleasure is to all men welcome.”

When I read about the famous words of powerful leaders from around the world, something moving in their speech strikes me. Specifically, conjunctions.
“They’ve now got it.” “As you so choose it.” “Seeing as there is…” If you then speak as such, you’ll soon become a world leader and douchebag both.

“Words are wise men’s counters, they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools, that value them by the authority of an Aristotle, a Cicero, or a Thomas, or any other doctor whatsoever, if but a man.”

Acid won’t do anything for you that being stuck under a boulder for a few days in the mountains can’t also. One is just slightly more portable than the other.

“In the state of nature, Profit is the measure of Right.”

I’m not proud of what happened then, as chemistry on a first-name-nucleotide basis and then consciousness slowly wound back into the realm of what can only be assumed to have been a pre-existing condition of reality. I did what had to be done, in that it is what has already happened in the temporal existence of things, it came to be so it had to be, and somewhat vice-versa. Suffice it to say I triumphed over evil yet again.

But at what price?

“I put for a general inclination of all mankind a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.”

Thought you could use some light entertainment

So fry up a couple of beef tacos, rest your weary head, and drift cheerily off listening to the lilting lulling Leicestershire aphorisms of David Icke, “You lend people money that doesn’t exist and then charge them interest.” Mmmm! Smell that New World Order, which is an anaerobic, Gram positive, spore-forming rod. No. No, that’s botulism. I was thinking of botulism. Aaaaand I didn’t phrase it in the form of a question.

I don’t know why he keeps talking about the Build-a-Bear Group, but it sounds damned sinister. And it sends me further down the rabbit hole in my murky investigations…

All I can safely say at this juncture is that it all has to do with the international arms trade and nuclear networks, the folly of the topmost shadowy conspirators to control global events, rogue elements who didn’t get CC’d, tentative (and wholly subsidiary) collusion with superior extraterrestrial beings, secret super-science, i.e. Collective Unconscious and the Large Hadron Supercollider, and a good clean cop in a world gone bad with something to prove. Some key players, (in addition to the Build-a-Bear Group), include but are not limited to CERN laboratories, the RAND Corporation, the Tyrell Corporation, Al-qaeda, the Taliban, resurgent Saddam Baathists, International Olympic Committee, The Federal Reserve Banks, Aum Shinrikyo and other Doomsday cults, the Tinner family, Blackwater, Finnish Army snipers, Microsoft, Dr. A. Q. Khan, President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Bruce Ivins, Alexander Litvenenko, the Anunnaki, Adnan Gulshair el Shukrijumah, the FCC, the Flat Earth Society, the Church of Scientology, Anonymous (who are Legion), PETA, the Mafia, SETI, The Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation, Jim the Lizard King, Children of Thalidomide, NASA and Ron Silver, and Eckhart Tolle.

But perhaps I’ve said too much.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/09/12/scicern212.xml

http://www.louthleader.co.uk/news/UFO-sightings-connected-to-Large.4492819.jp

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/14/washington/14arms.html?ei=5070&emc=eta1

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/25/world/25nuke.html?emc=eta1

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