The Little Dog is all Over, Hell Freezs Over,and Holloween of Over

It was warm out last night when I took the little dog for its walk. I let it decide at the top of the driveway which way to go – left or right. We went left last night. We went right this morning. The little dog seems to know and alternate its walks. Yes it’s a smart little fellow. You can’t teach it, but it can teach you. Look at it and say “Outside” or “Walk” and it starts jumping up and down. Or just go and get its leash – and its hopping about and biting your leg (it doesn’t hurt, he a little dog). He wants  to got out and see if any other dog has re-marked his territory and they usually have and he has to re-do it every time he goes out. This morning he peed on the rear tire of a pick-up truck and then sniffed it to make sure it was still his as we returned. He has a propensity to take a dump in the middle of driveways (better than the carpet or under the dining room table). After each rain he has to remark everything. It takes a while to make the circuit. The neighbor has all his inflatable Christmas displays laid out in his yard. It looks like shit now – but he is proud of the display and iit doesn’t look that bad at night when lit and inflated – a little gaudy (actually very gaudy), but one gets used to it. Another neighbor put up his lights before Halloween. He is handicapped, so maybe they were already up and he just plugged them in.

It was warm out again this morning. James Lovelock says that he has modeled global warming and is predicting a few years of cooling before a rapid rise in global temperature by nine degrees Celius (anytime now – 400 pmm CO2 being the threshold). And if we did go into a transition one would expect data that was not conclusive one way or the other – that’s what chaos means – no discernable pattern – before the system settled back into a new pattern. That some say that the earth is cooling and some say that it is warming is in itself significant. And on each cold day the nay sayers say – global warming my ass, it feels cold to me. And they are right it does feel cold – but global climate change is as of yet a statistical phenomena not an experiential one. What is the old saying – “I’ll believe it when Hell freezes over” and when you experience that you are already there – it’s already too late to make amends (and that might already be true too!). But I do enjoy this warm weather and the barista  here at Coffee Girls opens the slidding panels onto the patio and the breeze blows in and it feels good. One day at a time.

Recognizabliness, beyond any possibility of error, because all other points in space were the same, indistinguishable, and instead, this one had the sign on it – Italo Calvino – Cosmicomics, 1965 p32

University of Berlin – Lecture-Hall no.6 – 1840:
Listening to Friedrich Schilling lecture
Sitting on student benches were:
         Friedrich Engles
         Jacob Burchhardt
         Mikhail Bakunin
         Soren Kierkegaard


And at West Point they were
Turning out the Officer Corps
         For the Civil War

A pet is a diminished being, whether in the figurative or literal sense – Yi-Fu Tuan – Dominance and Affection: the making of pets, 1984 p139

The image is preferred to the text as it is a form of acquisition and control that is alien to writing

[Under] the old routine of decision, control, and production (in law, science, administration, industry and politics)… it is not the rule violation but the rule itself which ‘normalized’ the death of species, rivers and lakes… captured by the concept of ‘organized irresponsibility’ – Ulrich Beck – World at Risk, 2008 p91

Survive Halloween
       Day of the Dead
      The Resurrection far ahead
Then Thanksgiving
       Glad that’s over
       Not so many
Shopping days to go
Season’s Greetings
       Cards, wreaths
       Candy making
       Blinking lights
Scrooge for the umteenth time
Along with Living Christmas Trees
       Everyone got drunk and greeted
       Yet another year
       The cops promise zero tolerance
Now the days are getting longer
       Hurrah! Three cheers for daylight
But first Presidents Day, then
        Don’t forget to send
        Red red roses to your
               Beloved or else
Now the sap is rising in the trees
        There is hope ahead
But as of now November has
        Just arrived and there are
Still on some trees golden leaves
        That have yet to fall
Only a few will make it
         Through the winter
         Fluttering in the cold

There is some moderation and good nature in the Toupinembaltians, who eat no man but their enemies, while we civilized people prey upon everything that we can swallow – Kenneth Patachen – Collected Poems, 1967 p98

700 million people worldwide would like to change their countries, given an opportunity, and of these 165 million of them would prefer to move to the United States. Other countries of choice include Canada, Australia, United Kingdom, Germany, France and Saudi Arabia. America is branded Number ONE among business and casual travelers upsetting Australia – first time in six years since the survey began – Way to go America! Go Team America!

Gold plated poems / to stuff up / their mind’s ass // or politics / watered down so as / not to scare the blue bloods / Boo! You well-fed bastards – Kenneth Patachen – Collected Poems, 1967 p103


This terror of disengagement
       Disentanglement
This contemplation of timeliness
       Disestablishment
This time of your life
This time and every time
       Time after time
This time for a change
This time to hold steady
This time in a bottle


The harder you strive to identify
        That which has real value
        The less anything posses any


The more you focus on what is true
       The less true anything becomes

There are only ‘dead’ terrorists or ‘suspected’ terrorists – Ulrich Beck – World at Risk, 2008 p105


Take it easy, partner, death is not such a bad chaser / And you didn’t mix this one anyway – Kenneth Patchen – Collected Poems, 1967 p130


Everything by the numbers
Its all in the numbers
As easy as one-two-three
        Count down
        Count on
        Count for
One and one make two
Two and two are four
        Countless stars
        Less than zero
        Multitudes of sin
It all adds up to this
You can count on me
        My ten fingers
        My ten toes
You are singular
One by one
Everything in pairs
        Now get aboard

The species of non-knowing: … provisional non-knowing, unacknowledged non-knowing, conscious and unconscious non-knowing and unconscious inability-to-know – Ulrich Beck – World at Risk, 2008 p115