Billy Joel did say too much - or, “you may be right, I may be crazy” - of what other noisy ones told him to say ~ doubtful as it is he’d see/say it that way ~ & now it seems another kind of silence is the result co-imposed upon him. The karmic seems Cormac in it’s McCarthy’ismness.
“There were incidents and vaccidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal” ~ You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon
“Et tu, Brute?” ~ Caesar’s Insalata Course Has Left The Building
Tho it is possible, I suppose, that normal pressure hydrocephalus could result in a felt/experienced state that could borrow your description of something else:
“There can be no anxiety for the future in a place where there are no resentments of the past and only peace of mind in the present …”
What drives/motivates/fuels you to artistic expression, Jeff?
Too much self-satisfaction, as neath Banyan-Bodhi tree canopy stories, as the above quote seems to sparkle with, also seems antithetical to creation. That whole tension-to-tortured continuum lookin’ for love in, often enough, all the wrong places (which only implies - watch out! - right places exist).
As for Billy … entertainment as manipulation. “Influencers.” “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”
“I don't want to remember nothing. Nothing. You understand? [pause] And I want to be rich. You know, someone important, like an actor.” ~ Cypher, making his deal with Agent Smith, before betraying & murdering
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Lam/basting life, in a hot oven, pinched the flow where we left off. (When life gives you heat, caramelize ~ no AGE-products last forever ~ tho a quick look seems to indicate pyrolosis doesn’t cross-link like Maillard does - so depends on ingredients.) Most of response is there. Maybe all of it. Maybe this long w/e I can light the fuse, cut the tether, let it ascend the ether.
Curtin’s good piece, yesterday, on silence:
https://www.lewrockwell.com/2025/08/edward-curtin/the-silent-singing-bird-of-flamboyant-plumage/
Billy Joel did say too much - or, “you may be right, I may be crazy” - of what other noisy ones told him to say ~ doubtful as it is he’d see/say it that way ~ & now it seems another kind of silence is the result co-imposed upon him. The karmic seems Cormac in it’s McCarthy’ismness.
“There were incidents and vaccidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal” ~ You Can Call Me Al - Paul Simon
“Et tu, Brute?” ~ Caesar’s Insalata Course Has Left The Building
Tho it is possible, I suppose, that normal pressure hydrocephalus could result in a felt/experienced state that could borrow your description of something else:
“There can be no anxiety for the future in a place where there are no resentments of the past and only peace of mind in the present …”
What drives/motivates/fuels you to artistic expression, Jeff?
Too much self-satisfaction, as neath Banyan-Bodhi tree canopy stories, as the above quote seems to sparkle with, also seems antithetical to creation. That whole tension-to-tortured continuum lookin’ for love in, often enough, all the wrong places (which only implies - watch out! - right places exist).
As for Billy … entertainment as manipulation. “Influencers.” “I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille.”
“I don't want to remember nothing. Nothing. You understand? [pause] And I want to be rich. You know, someone important, like an actor.” ~ Cypher, making his deal with Agent Smith, before betraying & murdering
***
Lam/basting life, in a hot oven, pinched the flow where we left off. (When life gives you heat, caramelize ~ no AGE-products last forever ~ tho a quick look seems to indicate pyrolosis doesn’t cross-link like Maillard does - so depends on ingredients.) Most of response is there. Maybe all of it. Maybe this long w/e I can light the fuse, cut the tether, let it ascend the ether.