Thursday, January 9, 2020

"...magic"



I'm listening to the cold winds tonight. It roars above. Whistles about the edges of my home, and sings through the bare branches. 
No snow. 
That would be too perfect. Still,...this is magic enough. 

Art above by Catrin Welz-Stein.

"...tremble"

It's sundown in the Emerald City. The skies roar. 
My windows tremble. 
I hear loose objects bounce down my street. 
Temps drop by the moment.
All below our evening moon.

"...hope"

“And in those dark days Angels made Signs, and Wonders.
This so those that saw might have Hope.”
I'll take my Miracles when, and where I can find them.

"...Moon"

I just went back out to get a shot of the Moon..
It's very windy, and freezing. Wind chills at 25f...-3c.

"...limits"


Winter makes a cameo appearance today. Swifts winds at a wind chill of 35f~1c. I've half a mind to take the "F" train subway to Coney Island like my pal here just did. Maybe Snow tonight they say.

The Coney Island Polar Bear Club took their plunge into the icy Atlantic on New Years Day. ...no I didn't jump in. I love the cold, but there are limits.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020

"...down"


I need to fucking calm down.

"...pleading"

Me ranting on a street corner in six months.
Pleading for sanity, and peace.
Nah that shit will not pan out.

So...

Me foretelling our Doom Next Year.

"And the Moon shall turn to Blood!
The Earth shall gape, and there shall pour forth 
the Hounds of Hell 
who shall Devour 
the just, and unjust alike,...with a light sauce!!!"


"...time"

Oregon has made Daylight Savings Time the Law! It shall remain DST for the balance of Eternity. ...at least in Oregon, and any future conquered territories.
In that spirit of temporal independence.
"A Brooklyn 'Hood fed up with the passage of events as they are.
Declares an End of Time!"
Uncle Sidney Temporal Administrator,...acting, of the Peoples Commune of Eastern Parkway sez, "...This has gone on long enough...so to speak. The masses of these six square blocks declare Time Ended or at least frozen."
"Frozen is our amended position since ending time might be like stopping the rotation of the planet. It could get windy.
In any case things being what they are, and have been we have fast forwarded to Spring 2020. It shall remain early spring until things improve or at least get funnier."
"Proposals that it retro-actively remain New Years Eve have been tabled,...watch your emails, and yes you still have to bathe, and walk the dog."
(Above: Franklyn Avenue Clock. The western boundary of the Brooklyn Timeless Zone.)

"...eternity"

“Private Journals”
It was the late 1960’s when I was in high school studying math. Quite by accident I got high in the boys crapper then went to class. I was amazed to realize how much LSD Speed, and what we called Wacky Weed quickened the mind. After that math was no problem.
Some of us in time concocted assorted custom enhancements. The consumption of which led to interesting equations. Some for slip streaming hyper quantum waves as to make faster than light communications, and with some tweaking hyper-space faster than light travel possible.
Time light, and space-like intervals in special relativity can be used to classify six-dimensional curves. At least I think so.
Though not for organic matter.
An astronaut traveling through,…well for want of a better term…Dark-Matter Space. Such a pilot, and crew would have a very bad day or I should say eternity.
You see the Dark Universe is actually a kind of embryonic realm. Which is to say the balances are not exactly there yet. The laws of physics are wildly variable. An astronaut would really not like it there. However automated probes it would be fine. …mostly.
Some came back sentient.
We sent home made interstellar probes to nearby systems in just a few moments. Though as I say some returned self aware. We of course kept this ourselves even to this day. I mean imagine what the current crop of world leaders would do with this. #45 being exhibit “A”.
( The above is from “The Secret History of the World”, and my place in it. Volume 36 of Uncle Sydney’s Private Journals.)

"...la luna"

A strange Moon last night.