Monday, November 28, 2011

sentimento undulato

sentimento undulato by sr. mzocoxito
sentimento undulato, a photo by sr. mzocoxito on Flickr.
once, a portrait. a promise made. a photographic maquette exploring an incident of mood and mind.

sow the ends of a sad-sack

for fun, i calculated my own sad-sack date of death. or rather, the date that i would have to die on in order to not have a sad-sack death. this date occurs the furthest from my birthday but just shy of being over the halfway mark to my next birthday. this was based on or in response to the socio-conventional regard of the idea/expression “they died before their birthday.” usually it is a day before the birthday or wedding, etc. that has the most emotional or psychological impact from this scenario but i thought "how far does that extend?"

we will always die before a birthday as well as we will after a birthday. but to answer that arbitrary socio-bracketed concern, then one must die 5 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds after their birthday (estimated to seconds only, leap year and other mathematical exceptions not adjusted for) for them not to have a sad-sack almost-birthday death.

for those curious, this means i have to live until or die on the evening of september 15. the year? well we’ll just see about that.

ha-ha ~ shooot.


Saturday, November 19, 2011

el hechicero

tonight i have made some good progress on my shared brews.  i continue to learn and i continue to breathe easier.  balance comes back to me.  and in that, i look to sharing it with those i am connected to; as well with anyone that feels to connect with me.

i feel what's important.  do i "know" it? - sure, it can be said that way too. 
either way, it is the "priority" -  my "actions" that i put my spells behind.  "importance" or what's "important" can exist while also being neglected.  it is in the priority or action that realizes the importance or value we place in life and it's stuffs.

all these years- the silver of my mirror has come to be made of binary scarps of toothed scrap and crumb.  it can seem so incredibly unlikely that our reflection can be as pure as we know it can be.
but more and more, and perhaps it's not something that, i have to come to know - rather, it is something i have to exercise.  it's been with me all this time, i've known it and felt it all this time.  and i feel it getting stronger all the time.  in each day and moment of my efforts and pains, my priority becomes more resilient and adaptive.
i feel the resonant burst of reciprocal gift, i know it is true.  not because i can test it and trust in a result but because i can feel the expanse by its product.

in my life up until the elevens, i had never known this kind of feeling.  i had imagined it, made scenario of it, animated the collections of those i've observed into dolls to play out the empathy.
and my own mind almost spilled that philter.  but i have been fortunate.
now my brow finally knows the burn of those limelights.

a bright glows wholly in me.  it grows now that i have accepted it fully.  never with condition, but now - fully.

alma gemela

awhile back i posted an entry titled "sentimento undulato."  the title (not the entry) was inspired by a story shared to me by my soul mate.  it was about, if i remember right, an italian or perhaps spaniard(in spain) saying "avanti" to his girlfriend or perhaps wife.  i instantly was enamoured by the sentiment, the experience i enjoyed when i heard it and felt it.  it made me feel like so many other feelings i've received in life, but especially so this time- i was made hyper sensitive to the go's of life as it was happening.

to feel the textures of life specifically without effort but with a demand of effort that is freely and willingly given ~ it is a balanced state to be in when that happens.
over the fall i've come to refer to this as "sentimento undulato."  which simply means a "corrugated feeling."  to me "corrugated" is cozy, it is intimate, it is strong, it is fundamental and has a valuable foundation. a rich core.
but it is also temporary and can fail.  and that is ok.  because when we are gifted with that sensation, freed by our own clouds to see that expanse so close to us, we are left not alone but fulfilled beyond ourselves.

i am made incredible~

by my soul mate.

Monday, November 14, 2011

batt last

now i remember what the batt lasts were called:  nithes [nie-ths].  the finishing last for a batt is called a paught [powt].

turns of the canopy

the local maples fell into crazy over the weekend

the airs mad with confetti

exhilarant

batt

i cannot remember what they called it, but i went to the pitherie and picked up a batt(pillow) form to try out.  they had "off-the-shelf" models to choose from but i was more enamoured by the blank forms or lasts that they had.

the batt form that i picked up is used to begin the process of finding one's rhythm with knot.  perhaps it is a level of belief, mainly in one's self, but ultimately it is a level of connection one has with knot.  the traditions of the pitheries began as a practice lent by the chizarro to help to accent or nuture one's own "belief" in or connection to knot.
over time, the process of batt pithing has come to be a very elegant and exacting one. the batts created in a pitherie reflect the individual they are made for.  what may seem to be embellishment is not for decoration.  what may seem like plainness is not for minimalism or economy.  there is no purpose or designs on the look of a batt.  it is a matching of manifested elements to one's rhythm or connection in knot.

i also learned that, over time, or through experience the batts themselves will change their own appearance, matching who they were made for. once made they require no mending or additional sizing.

for me, however, i just wanted one of the forms. something about them seemed to need me.  or perhaps i needed them.  maybe it wasn't a matter of need at all, rather an event that occured that most might call a moment in destiny.

i cannot remember the sizing jargon, but i picked out a nice medium-weighted batt in what looks equal to a queen-size pillow.  it moves well and seems to have a nice pairing with the level of strata i am familiar with.

the last (or form) lasts indefinitely.  it is difficult to wrap my head around this aspect, but in that is why the batt was developed by the chizarro and shared with those in knot.  to help one's own belief or acceptance of what is possible in knot; to find that unhindered open channel to the energy of knot and realize it's full potential in you.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

mr. clean

i’m not embarrassed to say i’m drowning when finally the knuckles break and the cancer leaps away
it is the skin smolt before erosion smote.
his tetrad skin eyeless before the ink. overwhelmed, the side by side makes it one.

edible

the infinite morsel is attractive to me. it is my surround. “it” is not it, not singular but whole but part. these breakdowns and buildups of boundaries and form fascinate my brain stuffs bewildered and overwhelmed. consistently, constantly, tirelessly, unrelenting; an insistent eyeless beast popping me with its static discharges and ambling pounds.

the shadows of my surround, the grays in my peripheral, the blacks and whites of my parallel and fore, and the prism of my aft are all my joyned chums; my old pals with fats to chew and fires to stoke.

my behoove is befuddled asunder a hack-shaed shag. tuft-wondereds hit my synaptic altitudes whilst sole and toe keep sod familiars.
". . . life is all kinds of ways, the way now is not set. we continually adjust and choose our days and moments. it’s an open story we write. and that is a gift of existence."

Saturday, November 5, 2011

freedom

a wholesome balance in life is not to be understood, but to understand (others)
and with grace and passion, to share your dynamic for the good of all.

Friday, November 4, 2011

clarity through the clouds of communication

“brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio.
(when i labor to be brief, i become obscure.)
quintus horatius flaccus (from horace’s ars poetica c. 18 bc)

“homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.”
(i am human, so nothing that is human is foreign to me.)
publius terentius afer "terence”

argumentum ad hominem “ad hominem”
is an attempt to negate the truth of a claim by pointing out a negative characteristic or belief of the person supporting it. often described as a “logical fallacy” it is not always fallacious; in some instances, questions of personal conduct, character, motives, etc., are legitimate and relevant to the issue.

the philosopher charles taylor has argued that ad hominem reasoning is essential to understanding certain moral issues, and contrasts this sort of reasoning with the apodictic reasoning of philosophical naturalism.

halo effect
ad hominem arguments work via the halo effect, a human cognitive bias in which the perception of one trait is influenced by the perception of an unrelated trait, e.g. treating an attractive person as more intelligent or more honest. people tend to see others as tending to all good or tending to all bad. thus, if you can attribute a bad trait to your opponent, others will tend to doubt the quality of their arguments, even if the bad trait is irrelevant to the arguments.

see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_hominem

and
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halo_effect

(wikipedia and internet triangulated sources)