Having Heroes

Men invented “things” simply because they couldn’t do otherwise.

While reading, an ole sorehead came upon this notion, “True innocence is in not knowing we have sinned.”  And the surly one was deeply impressed and amazed – until he realized this was written and said by someone from his own planet.

Having heroes can save you a lot of time.

Another fellow told me that it was only through the persistent urging of his friends that he agreed to appear in this Daily News at all.

While ordinary people ordinarily using the word enthusiasm would think of it as an “agreeable emotion,” at the Revolutionist level, enthusiasm and comfort are not synonymous.

J.

The Anticipation of Information

It’s not what you know but who;
It’s not who you know but where;
It’s not where you know but when;
It’s not when you know but why, and
For the Revolutionist’s purposes,
It’s not why, but a mixture of the five,

And although it is a bit young with no established vintage,
Its poignant aroma and up-scale sparkle augur well for future crops.

The cunning anticipation
of information
is itself information.

One guy calls knowledge a “temporary cessation of thinking.”

If you ask most people, “What they mean,” they’ll tell you – they’ll be wrong, but they’ll tell you.

It is presently rumored that a guy over there, someplace else, has discovered the secret to having more garbage than he has stuff to begin with.

J.

The Final Act

A man not taken seriously is never expected to change.

Even if you push you way to the front, it won’t make the rear go away.

In the new world, the Revolutionist makes thinking-of-action, an action.

At times Life lets man take “no explanation,” as being the “best explanation” – under the circumstances.

All “failures,” had some assistance.  (Just ask, you’ll see.)

Theatre Note:

They keep holding up the last act.

J.

Inner States

In many reviews, the opening act is either a “god bit,” or a comedian.

Everyone’s inner states have been Balkanized.

The unnoticed shortcoming is that the local news only covers here and there.

If repentance were the desired aim, by now, all coins would be double-headed.

If people knew what was actually going on, it either wouldn’t be going on, or they wouldn’t be people.

J.

The World's Greatest Mind

The world’s greatest mind is a Cuisinart.

“Aye, I’ve been away a long time,” said the ole timer, (being as how that’s the way many of them speak), “So tell me, do folks in the City still denounce that which they’ve lost, as much as they bad-mouth what they want…Aye?”

Talking about stuff you can see anyway is certainly one way to go about it.

Keeping man concerned with futile endeavors is how Life keeps him involved with the necessary ones.

Men seldom stray far from the City,
or their typical behavior.

J.

The Power of Brevity

“Okay, son, now you go on and have fun in the war, but don’t you be sending back any good news.”

If all your enemies fall, your own forces will soon desert.  (Fair thoughts for the pilings and constitution of thy adversaries…lest you have taken their place.)

Why would one ever forget,
The Power of Brevity.

The first place that many people look is RIGHT OVER THERE!

An ordinary man is only concerned about local affairs.

Note:  a “conservative” religion will be ritualized aggression.

J.

Sleep Tight

You might say that the intellectual aspect of This-Kinda-Stuff is like a multiple choice quiz, wherein ALL the answers are correct…(and then some).

The Motto of one particular galaxy:

“It Makes Everyone Feel Good To Do Their Job.”

There are ways to go down a one way street the wrong way:

One:     Know a trick.
Two:    Know the chief of police.
Three:  Don’t mind body damage to your vehicle.

Part Two:  There are ways to go down a one way street the wrong way without suffering any
body damage: 
One:  Know a trick.
Two:  Know another trick.

All right, go over to that booth and try on this one:  you’re not doing it right if you don’t live in the upper areas of a multi-storied structure, and if you don’t think you periodically see someone looking in your window.

The first guy says, “I only hum the familiar.” 
And he replies, “Hey, do I know me or what?”
(That’s right, guys – there was no second guy involved.)

Hey, if you don’t tell yourself to “sleep tight” – who will?

J.

Learn a Lesson Where You Can

‘Tis the way of the City, to give more attention to the production of the play, than to its writing.

Learn a lesson where you can.  Time always saves for a rainy day.

At certain important, if not stressful, moments, this one chap would tell himself, “Alright, alright, I’m thinking as fast as I can.”  And he would reply, “I know, I know, that’s what’s so frightening.”

“Why point out the obvious?’

“Why not?”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“That’s obvious!”

“Thus provoked – I point out; on a ‘good’ day, everybody loves the king. So there.”

Do not let spatial confidence distract you from timely change, for that which is so in Paris on Wednesday, on Thursday is no more.

J.

Umbrellas and Sunscreen

If the ordinary knew how the Secondary worked – it wouldn’t.

Yet another Three-D-Go-Figure:

(Are You Ready?  Clear the field and turn on the scoreboard):
Many men fear drowning, including not a few who can swim.

By speech, by speech, by wondrous speech
may Rome be described as Calcutta. 
(A breast is a breast, a place to rest. 
Only by talk is it more so.)

To show you again the vagaries and uncertainties of geographical intentions, whilst singing “Don’t Cry For Me Argentina,” this one woman was shot by Peru.

If everything were as temporary as it is, (or seems to be, or is), we’d sure be in for a severe change of umbrellas and sunscreen.

In any of Life’s routine, and not so routine affairs, some good advice to hold is: Never buy a talking snake from a man, unless he has one.

J.

What Life Loves, Life Demands

Power loved order.
(What Life loves, Life demands.)

“As you children will discover on our next field trip, a person can have three types of relationship with another person… and so can a parasite.”

Just as many quite ordinary people believe, there is a new world possible; and like they think, it does happen later.  But, their mistake is in thinking of “later” being in THEIR time.

Why is it that you think you’ve heard some of these before, when you know quite well, quite well, quite, quite well that I do not, do not, do damn well not repeat myself?  Well, do you?

Man discussing man is almost as ludicrous as believing he could do otherwise.

Being semi, partially knowledgeable about something IS a big deal…somewhere.

J.

The First Prize

In Revolutionist lore, ‘tis rumored that outside the City, out in the subversive bush, there are some trails so narrow that one can only GO straight ahead.

How indeed is a bargain to be known if you don’t “bad mouth” it before you buy it?

“Ah, tell me lad,” said the interested alien, “do you live in the City?”  “Naw,” replied the somewhat sarcastic stripling, “we were sent here as the winners of the second place prize in a contest.”  “Second place, eh?”  “Yeah,” said the kid, “first prize was you didn’t have to come here.”

(Every day this one guy used to get up.)

Although some in the City would lead you to believe otherwise, I can tell you directly from my ha-ha-heart that, under more “favorable” conditions, everyone could have been crippled.

J.

Comparatively Speaking

This one fellow says that changing his name to Einstein, hasn’t helped much.  (His close friends are absolutely STAGGERED at this news.)

An uncle, out near the ticket window, grabbed a passing child and said, “Hey kid, pretend to be my nephew or something, so I can give you this advice:  Save your bet, because when the wind’s just right, everything will give you a ‘Run for your money.’”  (The lad later said he had no interest all in becoming a nephew; but by then, of course, it was “too late.”)

Comparably speaking – (How else), a 5-D writer would never foresee the possibility of a period.

Two and a half years ago, this noon, a stranger on a train told me this episode:  said he, between cars, “I met a man who apparently laughed at everyone else’s troubles, and before he could be properly admonished, he laughter at mine.”

“Thank god,” sighed one little galaxy, “that reason is a one way street.”

J.

Some People

Some people look more important sitting down.  (But then again, there’s always the ever important, “on the other hand.”)

One mangled mental muser, sitting in the park near the fount, muttered, “I’m so old now I’ve forgotten what it’s like.”

Late in life, (perhaps too late in life to hear him tell it), this one chubby pipe-fitter realized that the answer to all his earthly questions was, “Over here.  Right over here.”

Up on the screen, one of the movie’s characters, reflecting on his dire predicament, solemnly intoned, “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”  And out in the dark of the theater, an ole sorehead began to laugh and whoop to such an extent that they were forced to throw him out of a side exit.  While walking the three mile distance to his house, he continued to think of the actor and his line and kept on giggling, and repeating to himself, “Can you believe it – the bastard took it personally, he thought it was an individual experience.”  All the way home he whooped and hollered.

One uncertain father patronizingly said to his son, “I don’t want to tell you what to think.”  And after dousing the flames, the kid asked, “Old man, past history, yesterday’s news, tell me pray tell exactly what is the difference between don’t and can’t?”

J.

The Turning Point

Some “travel advice” (If you wanna call it that) I was given, by a Gent I met. Said he, “The main benefit of going there is so you can leave.”

There is no “turning point,”
unless you GET the point.

There is no audience, for PRIMARY activities.

I heard one the other night you might like, over in the Asteroid Black and Blue Lounge.  A guy standing in the bathroom line said that he didn’t much care what his mouth said, as long as he wasn’t around.

Most folks have FOLK songs.  (Though, added a sorehead, “A lotta good it does ‘em.”)

J.

Take 'Em Like You Find Em

That gentleman over there was overheard to say, “Our modern travails do not concern me all that much.  Two, three thousand years ago, as soon as the gods began talking about themselves, I knew we were done for.”

Primary enticements need no fashion or beauty advice, and certainly require no cosmetic surgery.  (You take ‘em like you find ‘em and vice versey.)

The state with its own religion just about has it covered.  To completely protect its power base, all that’s left is to stamp out life.

Two City professors, sitting in the park during lunch hour: first one says, “As far as I am concerned, Romanticism was the beginning of the end.”  He took a bite of his bologna and added, “Except, of course, for the Romantics.”

“Remember,” said the thrifty ole sorehead, (and with, I suspect, no notion of ironic metaphor in mind); “Remember, me boy, you can have cake and eat it too if you don’t mind having ‘eaten cake.’”

Once the newly arrived was in his room, the Host, (or bell boy, it’s sometimes hard to tell), said, “Go ahead and unpack.”  And the traveler replied, “All I brought was my mind.”  “All the same,” he said, “feel free to unpack.”

J.

The "Look Through Here" Machine

The difference between history and current events, is that history is silent and in black and white.

Philosophical Dictum Of The Hour:

If you don’t want nothing, no sales pitch is tolerable.

Living in the City, and living to do the Revolution, requires a dual citizenship not available from ordinary urban authorities.

Over in this one history zone, one god said, “Go on and take Sundays off, it’s always been a slow news day anyway.”

Over there, no not just “over there,” but WAYYYYY over there, was a guy who developed a new entertainment apparatus that he called, “The Look Through Here Machine,” his description of which, caught the attention of one major scientific-top company, until they realized he was simply talking about his own brain.  Oh, well.

J.

New and Important

The prime consideration when confronting something “New and Important,” is to ask yourself, “Is this mostly new, or more important?”

The very first words spoken by one ole sorehead’s little nipper were, “Trying to catch up, can you make you thrown up.”  (The ole timer, in his own ole tardy way, was just as proud as procrastinated pablum.  As a matter of fact, it wasn’t too long after that that the ole man said his first words.)

Once you have your own solid view of how it does, “Take all of everyone’s energy to keep things un-changed,” it then becomes possible for it not to take all of YOURS.

A man’s reflection
may give him a hand,
but can it give him any help?

That which speaks, and that which comes all too naturally; comes to a Revolutionist un-damn-invited.

J.

A View Un-skewed

A view un-skewed
is un-renewed.

The difference between an army and a business is primarily in the spelling. (All revolutions are commercial endeavors.  All assaults are on profit and loss.)

In the very middle of the conference, one vermillion planet raised his voice to inquire, “Yes, but will further discussion take us any further?”

Believe me, there is no brand loyalty in Paradise.

Tis only true my dear, that you, “Get what you pay for,” only if you get something.

J.

Save the Best for Last

An improbable assay:

Can you now think of something shocking without your emotional circuit tingling?

If you’re gonna be a singer, it’s hard not to be your own favorite.  (Not to mention dangerous as hell.)

It’s also hard to talk “seriously” about Secondary matters without getting whiney.

There is no way out of a closed system, save for the flawed, incomplete view, that the system is not closed.  (Although episodes do seem to conclude, there seems no end to the episodes.)

Heard a fellow say, “Look, just because you’re my partner doesn’t mean we’re actually in business together.” 

Trying to “save the best for last,”
will at least “put-off-the-past.”

J.

The "Nitty Gritty" in the City

In the City, Life even allows – nay provides – systems that apparently try to tell you “how to cope,” whilst up on the hillside in the Revolutionist camp, they’re being told you don’t HAVE to cope.

When you get right down to the “Nitty Gritty” in the City, you’re inclined to run into just more, “Nitty Gritty.”

Under ordinary conditions, the “morality of the moment” helps define the moment. 
(P.S.: Also stabilizes the verbal picture needed to camouflage operational uncertainty.)

One subversive treatment for damn near everything is irritation.

If words can adversely affect your Primary operations, you’re indeed a “True child of the City.” 
(Welcome home. 
The home is dead. 
Long live the home.)

J.