2015/03/06
2014/05/02
...on page 3 of PHATIC COMMUNION with BoB DoBBs
published in eternity by: Perfect Pitch Editions- located on St. Clair Ave,
I find a stanza borrowed from a poem written in 1834
BY: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, entitled:The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
the printed words i find read-
~ The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.~
and so then all day i thought....
...Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night...
Some are born to endless night...
...But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.>>rocketMan<<
~♥sara♥
a.k.a. the [fastest] spy
2014/03/15
i watch them tower over me. they turn so slow; they never stop for anyone. and something about that fact, makes Me smile
be the one in your neighborhood
all my life I've understood
that you could, if you want to
my life, your time doesn't mean a thing
all by myself in another place in another time
all by myself with the wheels of fate
with the wheels of time
al by myself and I watch them tower over me
they turn so slow they never stop for anyone
and something about the fact, makes me smile
as I sit and watch them, they turn
it suddenly occurs to me I'm not aware of anyting at all
and I'd have to say I think that's beautiful
goodloveall weighing in the sun
goodloveall weighing in the sun
in the son....
goodloveall weighing innocent
goodloveall weighing innocent
GoodLoveAll
2014/01/15
2013/12/27
Garrett Deane Moriarty
~ “So in
America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier
watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that
rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road
going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by
now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry,
and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the
evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie,
which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth,
darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody,
nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of
growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the
father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.” ~Ti Jean
http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/147709
BoB- the grand poo bear in charge
http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/147709
BoB- the grand poo bear in charge
2013/12/26
"This information is top security. When you have read it, destroy yourself." ~ Marshall Mcluhan
The Associates
"Neil Postman famously used a biological metaphor to explain “media ecology,” a term he borrowed from McLuhan > http://www.marshallmcluhan.com/mcluhanisms/ ~ to spearhead an intellectual tradition. In biology, a medium is defined as a substance within which a culture grows; in media ecology, a medium is a technology within which human culture grows, giving form to its politics, ideologies, and social organization. Previously, “medium” had been conceptualized in terms of transportation; now in communication studies it is typically understood as an environment. Media ecology focuses on media as environments, and environments as media, with an explicit concern for their evolution, effects, and forms. It comprises a theory about the complex interplay between humans, technology, media, and the environment, with the aim of increasing awareness of mutual effects. Media ecology is an expansive, inclusive, and therefore multidisciplinary field, borrowing from a range of academic disciplines, including technology and information studies, linguistics and semiotics, and cultural studies. “Media” refers to communication technologies as well as other communicative forms, such as the brain and body, the classroom and the courtroom, and the languages, symbols, and codes of successive historical eras. “Ecology” is also a transgressive and encompassing term, drawing upon systems theory and cybernetics in order to make sense of the evolution of humans and technology in the coproduction of culture. Media ecology is distinct from communication studies proper in its focus on the integration, interdependence, and dynamism of media and technology in human affairs. It assumes that the symbol systems and technologies people use to think with, communicate, and represent our experiences play an integral role in how we create and understand reality. As our symbols and media have evolved significantly since the invention of the alphabet—hailed as the first communication technology—so have our thinking processes, social and political structures, and conceptions of reality. Media ecology provides a lens for understanding these changes as we experience and represent “the world” through ever-new media and symbols. Media ecology thus explores the cultural consequences of how media change—and change us—over time. One lingering criticism of the approach is that of technological determinism, not least because of the early thinkers’ preoccupation with the causal role of media in societal change. Media ecologists have responded by underscoring their focus on the interaction of communication, culture, and consciousness as a dynamic process rather than on communication technology as the singular and driving force of social transformation."
(quote from Kate Milberry's essay "media ecology" @ http://www.oxfordbibliographies.com)
2013/11/11
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper And I was free.
it's only LIFE afterAll
Dear BoB Dobbs,
I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I'm crawling on your shore.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all
Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I'm crawling on your shore.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
I went in seeking clarity.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine.
We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine