Thinking of the universe as a bunch of small particles—atoms, molecules, photons, electrons—all constantly moving around in space. They meet, sometimes bouncing off each other, other times combining together to make larger things which in turn break up or combine to make larger things which in turn break up again and go somewhere else, all in perpetual time.
Street photography of a different dimension
What happens when some of those particles come together to make a human being and that human, being part of the universe now knows sees itself. A separation of object and subject. Later, physically, these small things that make up a person separate and combine with other things take non-sentient things.
Cities often paint the streets, when others do it they call it graffiti. Their art work is usually informative . . .
During this process the subject becomes aware of itself as separated from the place where you not aware of any separation from the ”utopian place of oneness ”—Show me your original face before you were born?
. . . and often printed from a small set of standardized stencils, yet the entropy of time—weather, traffic, oil, paint qualities —always has something to say.
And responsibility for its actions. Where before it was just particles in space being moved around by the “Laws of Nature,” to remain in this form the person needs to do things, such as eat.
Its like these spots of paint in the street, not meant be Art, but designed they are, have life of their own
Individuals are alienated from something which they know nothing about except that they were not human—Being human means to share this common feeling of knowing there is no answer. This is not an uncommon theme . . .
There are like a Rorschach inkblot test., there to pass away forced moments of pedetrian time while waiting for a light or to meeing someone for lunch.
So, in emptiness, there is no body,
no feeling, no thought,
no will, no consciousness.
There are no eyes, no ears,
no nose, no tongue,
no body, no mind.
There is no seeing, no hearing,
no smelling, no tasting,
no touching, no imagining.
There is nothing seen, nor heard,
nor smelled, nor tasted,
nor touched, nor imagined.
From The Heart Sutra
I wonder if there would be some way to capture all to the different human responses to one single piece of street art as the changes tot he street happen through time .
Then the LORD God said, “Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil. And now, lest he reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever…” Therefore the LORD God banished him from the Garden of Eden to work the ground from which he had been taken. So He drove out the man and stationed cherubim on the east side of the Garden of Eden, along with a whirling sword of flame to guard the way to the tree of life.
Guess I am wondering who is the Lord God talking to in who are the “Us?“ Is there more than one member of the species of God?
For people it is only other people, artists, who con do this.
The modern western philosophical concept of alienation is focused on a conflict between the needs of society and the nature of individuals which results in individuals repressing their natural self.
Are individual needs being met when these small particles are not organized into humans? Are there just no individual needs in non-life existence? No needs, no unmet- needs; no ignorance, no lack of ignorance; no freedom, no lack offreedom.
Maybe “The Big Bang” broke the “oneness” of all particles into an eternity of moving around the universe joining and unjoining— and occasionally coming together as a person. And embedded somewhere deep inside each and every particle, no matter how big or small, is the desire to return to the oneness before the Big Bang. The Genesis story and Buddhist enlightenment are genetic archetypal metaphors for the alienation of particles from the original oneness before the Big Bang?
Sketches of Spain
Last week I bought Sketches of Spain CD at Half Price Book Store, I have it on cassette but the only players are my vehicles—in 1980s I recorded about 50 cassettes of my favorite songs, mostly individual songs arranged my preferred order and a few albums. Now I only listen to them when driving.
I first heard Sketches of Spain in Fall, 1963, first year university in Minnesota, walking one day I found a neighborhood city library which had records to loan. I borrowed Sketches of Spain, Carolyn Hester with Bob Dylan on harmonica, Bill Lee on bass, and Bruce Langhorne on guitar and The Greenbriar Boys, I have listened to these albums over the past 50 years and still enjoy them
On Saturday mornings a local community college broadcast “The Norman Bates Memorial Soundtrack Show” which played and presented interesting and fun information about movie soundtracks. Movies are one media which can stream diverse kind of music next to each other— Mozart—Miles —Dylan— Mavis Staples—-Doc Watson—Perry Como—Madonna, and so on and the audience is not uncomfortable, yet try to do the same thing to an audience of a station with a “music style?” Few will listen to the music as intently as they do in a theatre.
They are listening for a different kind of experience.
Virus limited exposure to the outside world, walking along the Alameda Creek levee every day, gets me out of the house. I have been walking the creek since Spring 2007, thirteen years and maybe 10 years before walking our dog. People come and go, Always say hello, sometimes talk a little and some I meet often, we walk & talk, get to know a little about each other. Generally I think I make some people feel uncomfortable, maybe I talk too much or maybe I just do not know to listen to others.
Sometimes when people visit, and, for some reason a record gets pulled out from the mizuya tansu, and I start playing one song from it, and while the song is playing I am searching for another song recorded on another record which has a relationship to the one playing, and after about four songs of this guests get slightly annoyed and then its time to stop—if I am alone I cannot stop myself, its like opening a bag of potato chips, and will do it for hours.
Dear Miss Grey . . . My daughter and I had an argument as to whether a girl takes a chance in marrying a man who is a poor loser inspirits and displays his temper and character by throwing his tennis racket to the ground when things do not go right. I say I would not take a chance in marrying a man like that . . . Mother
REAL LIFE Louisville in the Twenties Michael Lesy
So, the day he left, it was around one o’clock in the day, and he had been sitting in the kitchen smoking a cigarette, and kinda mumbling to himself off and on, and so finally he got up and put out his hat on, and started out and said to her that he was gone, and she asked him what was the matter, and said he was tired of it all, ‘he didn’t like married life no how,’ and he went out, and has never been back since.
REAL LIFE Louisville in the Twenties Civil Case #159012, 1925 Michael Lesy
Don’t pay attention to the trade deficit. While economists make a big deal of this, it is more a sign of strength in he U.S. in that we are generating wealth which creates buying power that intern spills over to buying of foreign goods and services.
William J. O’Neil How to Make Money in Stocks Desk Diary 2004
For this man is aware; he may have skill; it is by skill; by consciousness by innocence, by intelligence by love, by magic we shall win and only thus; this skill he may have and by this skill speak; may talk or flute such mild commodious language that these beasts dissolve their brows, yearn sweetly in quavering and sobs of ardor toward and upon him, roll down before, and undefend their gold inhuman bellies at his feet in all heaven’s astonishment: . . .
Let Us Now Praise Famous Men James Agee and Walker Evens
The young man’s eye had the opal lightings of dark oil and, though he was watching me in a way the relaxed me to cold weakness of ignobility, they fed strongly inward to draw a focus; Whereas those of the young woman had each the splendor of a monstrance, and were brass. Her body was also brass or bitter gold, strong to stridency beneath the unbleached clayed cotton dress, and her arms and bare legs were sharp with metal down.
Let Us Now Praise Famous Men James Agee and Walker Evens
Ever since ancient times, people have conducted their lives within in an environment which possess a symbolic significance. . . . such a culturally impregnated environment is one in which the spiritual workings of people’s minds are given shape and form.
Masahumi Yamasaki Kyoto: Its Cityscape Traditions and Heritage, Process: Archecture
It didn’t seem to I’m as if there would be any harm in their eating as long as he didn’t take his credentials with him, even in his socks. On the other hand, his room might be searched again. It certainly was a problem. He said,“Where should we meet?
Graham Green The Confidential Agent
The pipes yowled, started to knock
A trickle spilled the porcelain, crawled like a glass worm through the light lozenges from the window high in the concrete. He put his orchid in the next sink and scrubbed hard at his hands, wrist and forearms, then bent to drink. He washed some more till his bladder warmed.
Dhalgren Samuel R. Delany
I used to really enjoy reading, I do not have the focus anymore for long durations, but I think its interesting to see random quotes with random images fromt he randomness of my book shelf.