I had a dream

in this hallway

And I wanted to shoot a music video in there

It was filled with light

And the small figurines with the lights on them

 There are two contradictory states of the world:

1. The mere input, or collection of sensory stimuli at any given moment. This includes thought/consciousness input. Looking out onto a field, it is the image itself, the smell itself, the thought itself, devoid of any meaning or attachments. It is your perception of the field. To get the point across, I will say it's something like the blur of colors and shapes occupying your visual field–a line with blue above it and green under it, with specks of yellow in the green (*but even this is necessarily only an analogy, as will become evident later).

2. The superimposed network of systems, labels, and rules that we create and then use to make sense of the world, to interact with it. Language and concept. That, over there, away from me, is a field. It is green with yellow flowers. Above it is the sky and that is blue. etc. 

Importantly, both (1) and (2) are wholly dependent on our sense faculties, which come before all else. I mean, what we see depends on how we see, and how we see is a function of our human biology.  

We mistake (2) as being completely comprehensive, and forget that it must have been derived from something in the first place, namely, (1).

It is impossible to experience the world without (2).

(1) is not truer than (2), but (2) is not (1)

Ethics relates to (1), but philosophical ethics deals with (2). Philosophical ethics rarely acknowledges these facts and their discrepancy.

(2) persists always (I believe it may be possible to change your position in relation to (2), but you cannot kill it–killing it is a stupid and ignorant goal, though easy to romanticize)

The Good, and also God, relates to holding both truths at the same time.

It is easy to think, once you've seen the truth of (2), that (2) must be rejected in pursuit of (1). But in so doing, you are ignoring the most fundamental fact of their interdependence, and forgetting (2)'s necessary role in revealing its own insufficiency. A rejection of (2) is similar to a blind acceptance of (2) as all there is in the sense that it allows one to fall into habitual engagement with the world, devoid of effort.

Holding (1) and (2) at the same time is constantly effortful. This effort is moral.

 

3st3rby

 

 Felt guilty about even considering skipping his concert today-felt like a blessing that I was shown this and realized I had to go (and I also do really want to) instance of salvation from pure ignorance. Sounds extreme but that is exactly what it is.

Rubbed me the wrong way of course some of it is just petty don’t want to be criticized but also I think she’s just really annoying and I don’t trust her or her opinion.

Very supportive vibe in general, very heartwarming.

but I’m also kind of glad about it I feel like it’s been there the whole time and I haven’t had access to it.

Left early for his show was really scared that I was going to miss it, kept interpreting it as some kind of lesson on my way, some lesson about forgetting/not being steadfast

his eating habit are strange and repulsive to me because they feel immature

I felt bad about this situation and feel a lot of sympathy towards her–I think we are very similar in certain ways

he lives across the street his dad built the building and he has three motorcycles in Astoria and is working on an NFT project

 

Comic

 

Yellow Light

 

Sean Thor Conroe

The Virginia Series: A House in Virginia and Glenn Youngkin

 

Virginia, USA

It is true,

What I said about Virginia.

I love Virginia.

After I Will I Can by the Karlssons

IKYRRGSF

 

 

I know it again, I know it's from the architect from six weeks in

 

 

Summer machines, like cars, go back to places like places with Italian benches

I’m so glad that we decided to go back the way we came, for if we did not, we might have missed the Italian benches 

Oh, the hot cars

Oh, the Italian benches 

 

Poo-keep-sey

Poo-kip-sea

It was disgusting

You asked to play the piano 

Analysis of Painting which, through analysis, reveals itself to be concerned mainly with Ghosts

This painting exists at Brisas Del Mar Spanish Restaurant at Rockaway beach in Queens, NY:

 I am struck by the depiction of the roadways. A confusing scale, and its lines are more suggestions than depictions of familiar symbols. These roads are unimportant, and can be streaked and lazy, as long as they communicate their being. A horse is a horse, with small legs. One driver asleep or inanimate, the other a ghost. And even more ghostly, the greenish glow, or being, separating upper and lower, or Heaven and Earth. In Heaven there is tower, radiant and illogical, like all heavenly things. Atop rests the figure of a man, but a man devoid of feature and agency, purely symbolic, like the industrial world created beneath him, because of him. He did not mean to do this, and he does not know that it's ugly. But the trees! The trees are not ugly, though formulaic and calculated. Fundamentally opposed, however, to the man-made roads in their kind of calculation. Nature's calculation breeds beauty, while man's calculation breeds only embarrassment; the silliness of resting, naked and featureless, on a glorious pillar. The pillar is glorious because it is framed to be, but the framer's perspective reveals itself to be just as fallible and cringe as the golden tower and the man upon it. 

Most mysteriously, rests our subtle, true focal point: the red and white swath. A child's dress, a suggestion of a plastic bed of roses, this can only be created by God, beyond Heaven, helping us along by confronting us with that which we do not and cannot understand. In the face of this false picture of industrial certainty and illusory heavenly bliss, He saves us. After the initial humiliation, there remains only faith, which blows through the curtains of our tower, like a Ghost. 

 

 

Christmas Painting

The Hudson River

BUS POEM

I am going to Indiana

Have you ever been to Indiana?

Indiana is a country

All you can see is trees

Influences

 

sketches for a cartoon about how it would be a lot more difficult to drive if vehicles were sliced into pieces, vertically, with passages of space between sections of vehicle, because when you are stopped, people may take advantage of the passages in order to cross the street, and it would be hard to be certain that all passages are clear before beginning to move, again.

Comic

Piano Score

 

Song For Ed, Who Lives In My Old Room*

 

I wrote a poem about Texas and it began, "The stars in my eyes look like Texas..."

7 White Russians,

I dreamt that my friend, Karla, crafted an elaborate and beautiful installation. It was a circular shrine, decorated with with drawings, candles, and other ornaments. At the head was a black, wooden throne. The presentation included a compelling performance of poetry, theater, and dance. Selfishly, the performance slowly drew me into a deep depression, as I came to realize that I would never possess an artistic vision as strong and as thorough as Karla's.

April 15, 100 Sutton Street

I found this on the sidewalk yesterday

The beginnings of proof that there are more chairs in this world than there are people

 

 

                                                   

comics

    

Terry and I on the orange line

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POEMS FOR HORSES

It is cold in the house

It is warm in the sun

and I eat dinner once a day

I feel so sad and it is okay that the animal runs faster than I've ever thought to run

Happiness is like a magic toolbox, or a regular toolbox: filled with the same, special thing, which comes in many different sizes

I miss you so much that I've been thinking, lately, that I might have to go away for a while.

Just for a bit, to sort some things out.

Sometimes there are so many mountains. I cannot begin to understand

While I was at the public library, printing out my business cards, you were also at the public library, printing out your wedding vows

                           

I dreamt of rooms in a house leading to different dimensions. One was made of white cushions, and though it appeared to be large, the ceilings were physically low, such that traversing the room required crawling on my stomach. Soon, I had no body at all, and existed within a field of lines and nodes, still white. I cannot describe this dimension. My days of toying with the rooms led to greater and greater danger, and eventually the summoning of otherwordly beings, both manlike and horselike. I realized I would no longer be able to show my friend these dimensions without too great a risk. At times, we must sacrifice a chance to be understood and validated for the wellness of those that we love.

 

Today Is The Neighborhood

not dead yet

they say going cold turkey leads to relapses. so it's best that i go slowly. v slowly.

remember the first time we had dinner? i thought you smelled like a garden. so whatever perfume you used, it worked. because here we are six years later and i remember it all too well.

i miss you real bad, Love. and i love you v much.

Kate at boygenius (Fenway)

You are an only child and a Pisces. I am a Virgo. What about my brother?

Wish we had found each other again. 

Cheers.

Out beyond ideas of right and wrong

there is a field. I'll meet you there.

(Rumi)

me- mid-30s, male.

you?

Breakfast Horses; I Love Animals

 

              

Not Even One Moment Can

 

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A Meditation On Tense OR Beyond the possibility of bringing dead child, or the question of dead child, to mind, the possibility of suggesting the child's reaching a peak of which he's since descended. Of course, ignoring the possibility of the sticker's being intended only for month-long display.