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Summary by TK
Jan Cox Talk 0444 - January 13, 1989 * - 1:10
[Kyroot to :04]
[More on lower animal intellectual inability to make distinctions of separation of elements in a process (e.g., dog's stomach vs. man's scratching hand) from a verb into two nouns. To a dog, "food" cannot be separated from the act of eating it. The Real Revolutionist must forge an enriched seamless spectrum between "environment" and intelligence; an unnatural new complex merger between "out there" and "in-here". Man the "social animal" = man engaged in additional energy transactions beyond the purely animal, i.e., talk. For instance, gourmets get energy not only from eating, but also from the talk of eating. It is man's singular responsibility on the planet --social talk. The ultimate use of talk as extension of lower level functions is talk about oneself; living and talk- about-living (i.e., "who I am" and "what's happened to me"). No one has any recourse in this talk; Life expects, demands and depends on it. When a Revolutionary Group refrains from talk it leaves energy available for other uses. ]
[Everybody has some estrangement of some sort. How to cure it: act with Revolutionary pretence that things could not be better between you and the estranged; act as if the estranging event never happened. No one can withstand such pretence, although Life will effect resistance thru the other in this process which gives the weak of resolve an opportunity to abandon their course. The Real Revolutionist cannot abandon the course; must shed all estrangement.
01/11/89 Copyright 1989 J. M. Cox
...and Kyroot said:
Everything eventually passes into something somewhat unlike
itself, or alternately, into something quite near itself. (Helps
keep life interesting for the easily confused.)
Being in a marching band is no assurance you know your right
foot from your spit valve.
One Man sez, "I'm just a shadow of my former self," and his
partner sez, "What an improvement."
Man told his son, "Look, if you're gonna be a pink flamingo,
don't be so on your OWN front lawn."
Another Unanswered City Question: Is there a lock on the
It's hard to get good accommodations during a flood.
Men who claim to realize a deep difference between the sexes
are one thing; those who claim to understand the difference are
another piece of cheap pottery altogether.
There was this one guy who loved to run about and shout,
"OK, spread it all around," and when asked "Spread what?", he'd
say, "That's right!"
In the City there seems to be two distinct levels of poetry:
on the first, the scribes are all melancholy and dour, and the
second level has never been reached.
Never trust a god who tells you to "get a haircut."
One city guy sez the only possible reason he doesn't like
being himself is that by so being, it keeps him from the joy and
privilege of being able to meet and get to know him.
In the more complex, more revealing world of rubber reality,
I offer the surprising prize of indirect disclosures. (Plus, I
can guess your weight.)
My latest nomination for the Safe Statement Award: Man
says, "I can foresee the possibility of some criticism."
A one legged man doesn't need a compass.
There's a seamstress in Budapest with a small shop not far
from where Samuel Coleridge once lay down, who sez there's no
real reason you should go around in public with all those rips
Don't be vague; that is, accidentally, unavoidably,
There's this other guy in that free-fall city park who
stomps about shouting, "You gotta watch that stuff," and on some
Saturdays has his half twin brother with him who adds, "That's
for double sure."
Although things are as they are, and at any given moment
could not be otherwise, 'tis also connected on around the corner
thusly: Corollary I: Everything has to be as it is, but not as
it is right this moment. Corollary II: Everything must be as it
is in its present juxtaposition, but not so in "free time."
Those who pretend correctly, are.
Anything you got that you still owe on ain't worth having.