'Great events are perhaps so only for small minds. For more
attentive minds, it is the unnoticed, continual events that
count.' --Valéry

   "DROPS OF TEARS

Give me
Even the temperature of wool clothes that covered a manekin.
The lady came from a foreign country, they say.
She is an eternal nymph
Because of being a myth.

Let's not throw away
Even polytheism,
Nor knowledge.
And
Oh, transcendence of today's midnight!

My breathing.
My song.
Oh, the gentle salt
Of tears!

Let's go in the midnight.
Young painters! Let's go in the midnight.
Impossible images
In the darkness, in the darkness,
In the darkness.
Please stop to check
Whether they really exist
With patience, indeed!

The lady came from a foreign country, they say,
Because of the myth of her brain.
Please make up me
Even with the black dusty colour
That spoiled a manekin!"

--Un Go
[Anyone besides me think this one smells like flarf?]

Jungian Note. To Rational (primary: Thinking or Feeling) types
the world seems to be irrevocably divided along the Irrational
axis (Sensation=Body, vs. Intuition=Spirit), just as to Irrational
types (primary: Intuition or Sensing) the world is divided into
Accident (=Thinking; the Arbitrary) and Order (=Feeling; the
Necessary). These dilemmas remain mutually incomprehensible
insofar as to the other type, those poles are both so strong and
real that they seem on the same plane of existence, a shifting
balance or sliding polarity, that's "obviously" no contradiction.
Reconciling those opposites is childishly simple (as Objective/Sub-
jective has always been for me, not even a deep mystery, a shallow
riddle) and so much perplexity & paradox along their axis is nonsense
or pointless semantic obsession... The corresponding spiritualizing
paths, or processes of discrimination, are askesis and psycho-
analysis. For the other type they don't work & are so much charl-
atanry. Because what they are struggles to clarify and define, to the
alternate types, is like night and day. (And after the separation,
come the corresponding joining processes, Healing and Understan-
ding. --Which is the major work of these type-dominants.)

Unsaying lies begins the possibility of saying truth.
Yes, in casual contacts we mistake which are the lies we no
longer separately believe, as if then that gives us something
in common--but the two of us have not yet unsaid
them together.

Much more important than our eyes' image is our skins'
image of each other. And this may be the substance of
our reality--or lack of it.

I turned on NPR & they were talking to Milton Babbitt. Cool! I
love that early electronic music, what i call Stone Age
Computer Jam. It was real mad-scientist stuff back in
the early 60's...room-sized computers! Hollerith cards! And
lots & lots of switchboard wires!

An obscure DeLillo: Amazons by "Cleo Birdwell" (1980) was
apparently written when he was changing publishers, & his name is not
on the book; a bit warmer & more humorous than he allowed himself
in be in other works of that time, it purports to be the autobio of "the
first woman to play hockey for the NHL" & it can sometimes be found
in the sports section at Half Price. I read somewhere when the book
came out, he actually hired an actress to impersonate Cleo for the
book release parties...

Who says Evil never dies? (But the rumors that it was caused by
a certain notable Supreme Court ruling are entirely unsubstantiated.)

Zainab blogs.

I used to use boring postcards because they were cheap. Now
they're cool & i can't afford them anymore.