testing ... tasting ... tete a tete ing

testing .... testing ... the tentacle of fish and baiting octopus of nine, cypherpunk for underlies the carpet overhang

Forget the Anchor

ranting and raving... always in the
quietest koans. That is the weigh of the Anchor, my friend but don't concentrate on the Anchor, be like the chain.

FORGET THE ANCHOR
YA, DROP IT
CUT IT OFF! CUT IT OFF! and ..send it to me steamer class.

Anyway, there is a point to this but i must quiet.

Forget the Anchor, the Bathysphere is here.

Yes, use your inside voice, kid.

That is TOO LOUD, Please save the LOUD for ballast.

OR listen, listen to my link.

AND the chain of bubbles is all that is offered the lonely albatross.

33 seconds

Being, not mentioned here is not for the inside voice.

i am following the advice of the better read now and would not, could not make manifest revolution.


Sorry, Ulrike it was never up to you.
I like the TAZ, it's OK inside.


Pin the tale on the Albatross, I say.

see and raze

raise or raze the anchor is the question?
i don't know for colonies and but i know for culture
'what' i know for it, is another matter altogether -
and i aint never been much of a farmer,
but i could be seen as grouped in with bacteria at times -
but anyway,
with no anchor you may have to think about how you're gonna stay another way,
(you wanna raise it so you can lower it a little later, i suppose - either way, i guess you're going)
or if you're gonna stay at all - i guess
or fold
or call
etc.
gambling - the differential calculous of interest - of staking interest, that is -
played out sometimes
played in sometimes
stay in more than i used to
but stay out of it a lot

land ho
Note: In the expressions ``to be, or dwell, upon land,'' ``to go, or fare, on land,'' as used by Chaucer, land denotes the country as distinguished from the town.

indeed

see also:


Ho!
Ho!
Ho!
Ho!
and
Ho!

Anchors Aweigh

Container log :

Land Ho
That's it then.
You have arrived.

Anchored off the barbaric coast. Looking westward : a large Island.
There was a problem with the anchor winch- sent a man down the hole to look at it.
Our man reports :
"Anchors Away, Anchors Aweigh."

Well, which one is it going to be now that you are in the COLONY.

Ah, the COLONY can you not just 'hear' (!) the drumming


20 000 leagues under the sea : a linguistic misuse ArchX cannot fathom.

m-angle-angel weighs in

anchors away

never being able to get beyond the question - what the hell to do -
what should i do
what can i do
what do i do
and why the fuck should i, can i, do i do it?
never asking that and answering in any way that satisfies the question once and for all or even for a day

sometimes i am thinking about things outside
out there over there
bigger things
things that do contain other things besides
markers
meant to be for something else
but showing once again that the bigger stuff is still available inside the smaller stuff to see

but now, today, right now before my coffee
before my shower
before my day of obligation
that is not holy - not in a sense that's meaningful for me -
although some my say that it is well intentioned
as a type of employment
today before all that
i am only self-obsessed
how could i not be -
nestled in the valley of these mountains
in this town -
they call it a resort
what does it resort to?
my melancholy - is it well earned?
this valley calls for it
requires it
they say
it saps the warrior's spirit
that might be accurate
it could be why
desire
can be consumed with the loveliness, the perfectness, the absolute completeness of giving up entirely - or mostly anyway -
giving up
giving in
surrender to your greater apathy
the greater pull towards inertia - if inertia can be said to really have some pull -
it might be why
i am divided
why i wish to just goof off
when so much is now required -
some call this sabotage -
and i do have to admit, that if i do indulge - i cannot enjoy it - if enjoyment is the point, then this surrender is not reasonable, though it still may be desirable - desire has a long history of being anything but reasonable - or at least it is a different kind of reason, than reason's known for being -
yes, there could be many reasons, in contest with each other -
why not?
is there much agreement anywhere?

take this scar for instance
this scar i've found
it's on my foot -
how did it get there?
it takes a minute to remember -
yes, i bumped into a chair in the dark just before i went to bed -
i wasn't satisfied at that time - shouldn't you be going to your bed when you are satisfied that your day has been complete? - fuck, would we ever go to bed, if that really was a rule?
if i were satisfied would things have gone a little better for my foot?

is my body going to punish me
by breaking down and being scarred and getting sick and fucking up because i am not satisfied? because i am not living the life i should be living? does my body have that much resentment? does my body have a prescribed set agenda - a set of rules i must obey or else it will then manifest its disagreements with me?

that is a popular idea - it's a condensation of other holy punitive regimes - karma or comeuppance or simple holy retribution - pay back time - it just makes sense that the modern day equivalent is self imposed - you are your own liquor control board - your own heaven and hell - your own legal justice system - your own battle with yourself - and since we are inclined to fighting wars that cannot ever end these days - then of course, quite naturally, we are in, deeply in, (no exit strategy in sight) the war against ourselves

my body my self
my container
my barrier
like the great wall of china
or the fallen wall of east berlin
or the fence in israel
or the line drawn in the sand ...

i am inside and am outside of my self
i am around my self
i am truly paranoid
and parapsyched
and a parapanoply of many vague misgivings
and basically unsatisfied -
how could i be?
it is impossible
and it is unreasonable -
it is a fantasy -
a melancholy of the valley of ontology
- those overArching mountains
that look different every day
ArchX factor to the max

today i am too self obsessed
the self is also much too much

tomorrow i may be back into some smaller kind of a container

ArchX

ArchX : A hulking container set upon a colonyspace in the NorthWest Coastal sector of NA.

Was the container contained in a larger set of values- is it ethically parented (parenthetical) by a remote or wireless.
The container itself has been deconstructed to become a hyperlinked archive- the original shipping container was sailed from the polonies by a small hominid band called the Jumblies. The shipment sailed to sea in a sieve*.

ArchX contains an archive of relics, the plastic arts, a telos, that now comprise the crash site or so called < heritage > of a recent indecent cultural collision. The arrival of the europeans, their guns, germs and steel also heralded the arrival of the cartesian map. It is thought that the first to arrive may have been others, but the Spanish settled the strategic zone by building a garrison. Their first tactical operation involved raising the crucifix and in due course- levelling the totems.

Although the cross and the totem are related vertically they are and remain in opposition within the gunsight of a lateral field across < the plains > The upraised plough, is the mirror-crucifix cutting and fixing the path of man and resulting in the violent subjugation of the hunter-gatherer

X: The crossed crash: The impacted debris has been collected, tagged, and sensibly shelved by the new media marauders.

Since these entries will pertain to the trinity of collector, coloniser, and container a few relations should be made explicit.

33:3 cycles per minute / cyclic time /

Thirty Three and a Third : The age < L'age du Christ > of the resurrected Christ. Also half of 666. # of the priest.


:: A Revolution in the Colony ::

OUTSIDE the CONTAINER is only the REMAINDER

There remains little to see...
A Beacon.
A church.
A small tower.
Several trees.
A poisoned well.
A decayed totem.

The Muchalat Church houses an archive of religious significance.
The contemporary articles of Christian faith have been relegated to a small attic depository.
The totems stand in place of the crucifix.

More detail to follow...

NOTES
* JUMBLIES