Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Month: November, 2015

The Plodding Elegance of being Human

Our every moment,
endows our past.
To distant antiquities,
like childhood keepsakes,
lost in attics of joy and souvenir.
The plodding elegance of being human,
Of believing that we once were.
While dreaming of that
which will always become old.


The life of an average woman consists of one event which can be either​ multiplied​ with one spouse​ or with more than one partner. But the event itself remains essentially unvarying​. All else is filled with chatter and worry.
The life of the average man is an exploration​ for avenues to be competitive without killing or being killed prematurely. This postulate​ only applies to men who are Steeler fans. All other men are actually women.

Die Fighting

If I even mention guns my house, my wife looks at me like I am a baboon lighting my farts with a space heater.
Many people want to pass legislation banning guns. I have been searching for a likeness​ that might expose my gut feelings on this. I believe that a woman has the absolute right to choose whether or not she has a baby, no exceptions. If I were a woman and legislation was passed forbidding me to abort, there would be no peace in the land. Keep in mind, I lived through the female fight to gain this freedom. It will never be taken away by Republicans because women will say no. Women would lay down theirs lives for this right. I have seen it.
I am a man, and I have absolute rights too. I listened to reports of how these people were shot one by one while they waited. It would have bothered me that I could not fight back in my last minutes. If my family were laying next to me waiting to die it would have hurt even more.
Nothing the Democrats could argue would have been consoling at that moment. I would wish for a gun.
I am a man. I would need to fight back. Like a woman who demands​ to control the life that is inside her, a man needs to be able to resist the evil that is outside him.
No woman should be forced to have a child.
No man should be made helpless to defend one.

I am God

serpentI have got myself stuck on this idea of Eden.
I am God, and you must recognise that you are too.
God, who never existed, got very lucky when we showed up. We built him things and gave him money. We even believed forever that She would answer our infinite prayer, ninety percent of which were hard on selfish.
So really it is time to cut that shit out.
But back to this Eden thing. Supposedly, He gave us a safe place from his hostile world of flesh eaters so we could be happy and secure. The Bible called it Eden. We did that not God.
I happen to believe we could do this again. We have terrified people running for their lives all over the world. The power to carve out space for them and protect it by surrounding the perimeter is far easier than slaughtering everybody in sight.
These “countries.” in Europe will be overrun by the desperate.
I worked in Europe for years, crossing a new border every twenty minutes, so believe me when I tell you world wars will always occur there. The only reason for them to exist is interesting food.
Brand new countries are easy to make. Just look at Israel. We should have given the Jews Germany, but that is another blog.
You just find a big space and toss the weak into it. Then you stand guard over it.
The important thing is to ban serpents and apple trees.

Perhaps this is what God would do if he really cared.

It is time for another Israel in the Middle East only much bigger. Perhaps in Mexico as well. Life in these two geographic regions has been a miserable proposition for a long time. The West did not cause it. The Kings, Mullahs, and oil-rich chieftains kept their people in poverty and allowed them only God as comfort for hundreds of years. In Mexico, the poor were supported only by our tourism, our insatiable need for drugs and the Catholic Church.
Bringing these people here is moronically ill-advised.
We should use our weapons and military to carve out new Edens for the suffering instead of destroying everything to catch a few.

Perhaps this is what God would do if he really cared.


At Last the Secret is Out by W H Auden

At last the secret is out,
as it always must come in the end,
the delicious story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep, my dear,
there’s never smoke without fire.

Behind the corpse in the reservoir,
behind the ghost on the links,
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks,
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story,
there is more than meets the eye.

For the clear voice suddenly singing,
high up in the convent wall,
the scent of the elder bushes,
the sporting prints in the hall,
the croquet matches in summer,
the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
there is always a wicked secret,
a private reason for this.


As the poets have mournfully sung
by W H Auden

As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung.


If I could leave my children and one poem as good as this to the world when I go,

life and I would be even. Regis Boff

The More Loving One
by W. H. Auden (1907-1973)

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.

Annex Mexico

We are entering a new century of wars conducted by swarming immigration. Water always flows downhill. Immigration will replace the nuclear weapon in the coming age.
People always move to where their life is better if they can. They will not neatly stay in a place where their children are in danger. I think human beings with stop short of treating each other like locusts, destroying intruders on mass. But one does have to recall Hitler.
The problem with our Southern border is manageable. Europe’s dilemma may not be so easy.
I think Trump is correct that we need to document people who come here, that’s only common sense. The Democrats don’t support this because they see human beings as voting blocks. The Republicans see immigrants from Mexico as vermin.
To me, our solution is simple and has been historically validated. We just annex Mexico and make it a nice place to live again. Tidy.


The Photographers

How can a photograph be copyrighted when it’s confined to the  public domain by definition? A song comes out of nothing.  A painting is as much the hand on the brush as it is anything inherent. Movies manipulate atmospheres and the medium simultaneously. A camera’s image becomes art only when interpreted in the aftermath. Could it be that photographers are more critics than artists? Could it be that there are no artists at all, only reviewers?

Photographers - page 158

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