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Wednesday, June 30, 2021

IF ONLY WE HAD TALLER BEEN (RAY BRADBURY)

 

 

The fence we walked between the years
Did balance us serene;
It was a place half in the sky where
In the green of leaf and promising of peach
We’d reach our hand to touch, and almost touch the sky.
If we could reach and touch, we said,
‘Twould teach us not to, never to, be dead.

We ached and almost touched that stuff;
Our reach was never quite enough.
If only we had taller been,
And touched God’s cuff, His hem,
We would not have to go with them
Who’ve gone before,
Who, short as us, stood tall as they could stand
And hoped by stretching tall that they might keep their land,
Their home, their hearth, their flesh and soul.
But they, like us, were standing in a hole.

O, Thomas, will a Race one day stand really tall
Across the Void, across the Universe and all?
And, measured out with rocket fire,
At last put Adam’s finger forth
As on the Sistine Ceiling,
And God’s hand come down the other way
To measure man and find him Good
And Gift him with Forever’s Day?
I work for that.

Short man, Large dream. I send my rockets forth between my ears,
Hoping an inch of Good is worth a pound of years,
Aching to hear a voice cry back along the universal Mall:
We’ve reached Alpha Centauri!
We’re tall, O God, we’re tall!

 

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

RAY BRADBURY AND HDT

 




WE ARE MORE THAN DUST JACKETS FOR BOOKS
CHAPTER ONE LIVES IN #GREENRIVER, CHAPTER TWO IN #WILLOWFARM, #Maine...

CHAPTER "N" HAS NO "CONCLUSION"
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star

Sunday, June 27, 2021

SAN PATRICIO - ALLAN DE LILLE Y DAVID HOCKNEY- EN NORMANDIA -Y AQUÍ- (II)






 

O child of God, mother of creation, bond of the universe and its stable link ... you, who by your reins guide the universe, unite all things in a stable and harmonizous bond and wed heaven to earth in a union of peace; who, working on the pure ideas of [Divine Wisdom], mould the species of all created things, clothing matter with form...

( Allan of Lille, Plaint of Nature)


Intuition tells us, and has told us maybe as long as we have been human, that the nature of the world is a great being, the one being in which all oher beings, living and not-living, are joined. And for a long time, in our tradition, we have called this being "Natura" or "Kind" or "Nature". And if we forget, our language remembers for us the relation of "natural" (by way of "kind") to "kindness" and "kin", and to "natal", "native", "nativity" and "nation".Moreover, as understood by Alan of Lille and the poets who descend from him, the being and the name of "Nature" also implicates the history of human responsibility toward the being of all things, and Nature's continuing requirement of that responsibility.

(...)

His concept of the integrity of the natural world, and of the dependence of the world's integrity upon the integrity of human nature, leads by the most direct and simple logic to our own more scientific recognition of the integrity of ecosystems, the integrity ultimately of the ecosphere, and to the recognition (by not enough of us) of the necessity of an ecological ethic.

But a large part of the value of the Plaint is that, though I suppose it is as full as it could be of the biology and taxonomy of its time, it cannot be reduced to the sort of knowledge that we call scientific.It cannot, for that matter, be reduced to the sort of knowledge that we call poetic.It belongs instead to the great Western family of writtings that warn us against what we  now call reductionism, but which traditionally we have called the deadly sin of pride or hubris: the wish to be "as gods" , or the assumption that our small competence in dealing with small things implies or is equal to a great competence in dealing with great things.In our time we have ceased to feel the traditional fear of that equation, and we have a world of waste, pollution, and violence to show for it.

(...)

That this is true we may be unable to know until we have understood how, and how severely, we have been penalized by the academic and profesional divorces among the sciences and the arts."

WB ( The presence of Nature in the Natural World: A long conversation (2017))


Saturday, June 26, 2021

SAN PATRICIO -Y DAVID HOCKNEY- EN NORMANDÍA -Y AQUÍ- (I)


 

I bind to myself to-day,

The power of Heaven,

The light of the Sun,
(The whiteness of Snow,)

The force of Fire,
The flashing of lightning,
The velocity of Wind,
The depth of the Sea,
The stability of the Earth,
The hardness of Rocks.

(...)

 

Against every man who meditates injury to me,
Whether far or near,
With few or with many.


(...)

 

I have set around me all these powers,

Against every hostile savage power
Directed against my body and my soul,
Against the incantations of false prophets,
Against the black laws of heathenism,
Against the false laws of heresy,
Against the deceits of idolatry,
Against the spells of women, and smiths and druids,
Against all knowledge that binds the soul of man.

 

Atomruig indíu

I bind to myself to-day,

 

Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness

(EPHESIANS 6:14, KJV)

No tengas en cuenta tus fracasos pasados ni tus éxitos.Todo el pasado es igualmente un fracaso y un éxito.Es un éxito en la medida que te ofrece a ti la oportunidad presente.

 HDT 

(escrito en el Diario después del 29 de Julio de 1850) 

(Primera vez aquí, 7 de julio de 2012)

Cualquier cosa que no ha caído bajo la regla del hombre es salvaje.En este sentido los hombres originales e independientes son salvajes- no domesticados ni rotos por la sociedad.

HDT

Diario 3 de septiembre de 1851


Saint Denis decapitado

(...)

Decapitado por un centurión romano que acudió a detenerlo en la época de las persecuciones sufridas por los primeros cristianos, el obispo de Lutecia permaneció de pie, se inclinó hasta el suelo, tomó su cabeza entre las manos y la transportó hasta la cima de Montmartre.

(Michel Serres, Figuras del pensamiento, traducción de Alfonso Diez)

(Primera vez aquí, 14 de noviembre de 2015)

 


Tuesday, June 22, 2021

PROMETEO IGNORADO (II)

 PROMETHEUS SHRUGGED:

Censorship & the Legacy of COVID-19

Abstract

The COVID-19 pandemic was supposed to be scientists’ finest hour – a victory of mankind’s

progress over the ravages of nature, won by those whom we trusted most. Instead, humanity

was betrayed by its shepherds, as scientists rushed to protect themselves.

I’ve gathered the evidence to lay out who struck the match on censorship,

why they lied to us & how they conspired to hide the evidence.


Charles Rixey M.A., MBA (c)

Charles.rixey@rixanalytics.com

This work is a compilation of selected primary source documents, preceded by the five articles I wrote from 2/26/2021 6/6/2021 in which I discovered and analyzed the role of Dr. Fauci in the broad scientific censorship on the topic of the potential lab origins of COVID-19.

All of the email images were pulled from 6 Freedom-Of-Information-Act (FOIA) document collections, originally requested by US-Right-to-Know & Buzzfeed. A primary goal of this work has been to provide the most relevant selections from more than 91,000 pages of correspondence, condensed and in context.

The articles have been virtually unchanged from their original versions, and as a result there are a few repeated elements within them to provide background for someone who hadnt read any of the previous ones.

Lastly, the Appendix documents have been compiled, in part, for use within an upcoming volume of DRASTICs publications of evidence for the lab-origin of SARS-CoV-2. A fuller narrative will be included there.

I encourage this to be shared; I ask only that proper attribution is given for any materials within [to C. H.Rixey & DRASTIC] , as they represent hundreds of hours of volunteered time and effort spent reading, editing and analyzing the primary sources.

Charles Rixey

Men Say They Know Many Things


Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, —
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that any body knows.

    (Thanks to Charles Rixey and DRASTIC for their effort and virtue to know more than the "wind that blows")

Saturday, June 19, 2021

EL SUSURRO DEL LENGUAJE (III, Prometeo y Pandora; Barthes y Rixey)

 



El susurro es el ruido que produce lo que funciona bien.

(...) en relación con la lengua, ese susurro sería ese sentido que permitiría oír una exención de los sentidos, o-pues es lo mismo- ese sin-sentido que deja oír a lo lejos un sentido , a partir de ese momento liberado de todas las agresiones, cuyo signo formado  a lo largo de la "triste y salvaje historia de los hombres", es la caja de Pandora.

Sin duda se trata de una utopía; pero la utopía a menudo es lo que guía a las investigaciones de vanguardia.

(...)

Hoy día me imagino a mí mismo un poco como el Griego antiguo tal como Hegel lo describe: el Griego interrogaba, dice, con pasión, sin pausa, el susurro de las hojas, de las fuentes, del viento, en definitiva, el estremecimiento de la Naturaleza, para percibir en ellos el plan de una inteligencia.Y en cuanto a mí, es el estremecimiento del sentido lo que interrogo al escuchar el susurro del lenguaje, de ese lenguaje que es para mí, hombre moderno, mi Naturaleza.

(Roland Barthes, El susurro de la lengua, Traducción de C. Fernández Medrano)

Epimeteo, alarmado por el destino de su hermano, se apresuró a casarse con Pandora, a la que Zeus había hecho tan estúpida, mala y ociosa como bella- la primera de un largo linaje de tales mujeres.Ella abrió una caja, que Prometeo había advertido a Epimeteo que debía mantener cerrada, y en la cual el había con esfuerzo encerrado todas las adversidades que podrían ser una plaga para la humanidad: la Vejez, el Trabajo, la Enfermedad, la Locura, el Vicio y la Pasión.Liberadas, se concentraron en una nube, mordieron a Epimeteo y Pandora en todo su cuerpo y después atacaron a la raza de los mortales. La Esperanza Falsa, sin embargo, a la que Prometeo también había encerrado en la caja, los disuadió con sus mentiras de un suicidio colectivo"

(Robert Graves, The Greek Myths)

La Esperanza Falsa, basada en las mentiras, también puede conducir al suicidio colectivo que el mito dice que evitó en primer término.

Esa es la lucha, el sentido y la función del lenguaje y de su interrogación.

Después de haber reparado en estas citas (entradas previas), encontrado -hoy- el importante trabajo de Charles Rixey:

PROMETHEUS SHRUGGED:

Censorship & the Legacy of COVID-19

Abstract

The COVID-19 pandemic was supposed to be scientists’ finest hour – a victory of mankind’s progress over the ravages of nature, won by those whom we trusted most. Instead, humanity was betrayed by its shepherds, as scientists rushed to protect themselves.

I’ve gathered the evidence to lay out who struck the match on censorship, why they lied to us & how they conspired to hide the evidence.

Charles Rixey M.A., MBA (c)

Charles.rixey@rixanalytics.com

"Pandora & Prometheus II The West must not go gently into a COVID-19 Goodnight

The sun has not yet set on the West, nor is it inevitable - but if the West doesn’t hold China to the same standards of accountability that western civilization applies to itself now, IN THE MIDST of the 2nd truly simultaneous global pandemic in the history of mankind, then when? As it happens, the voice we should be listening to isn’t the World Health Organization, but it IS from someone within China itself:

"But this kind of cover-up propaganda, it can basically only cheat those who want to be cheated; there's no way it can cheat those who believe in facts and reality.”

 That author of that quote disappeared 11 days after it was posted online, and the 38 million followers of his blog woke up to discover little evidence that it had ever existed. The COVID-19 origin story is peppered with evidence of the same phenomenon, but the sheer number and consistency of thetruth singularities’ has almost made it easier to discern the chapters of the story they were meant to conceal. The publication of this article, via exquisite serendipity, comes on the same day as the WallStreet Journal has a front 'page' story announcing a decision by the WHO COVID-19 origin investigation team to skip the publication of a partial review of their results, presumably to allow for some time to reflect on the potential impact of continuing to blatantly parrot Chinese assertions.

The real story, however, is in the byline - recognizing the importance of a letter written by dissidents beyond China’s reach - a group of scientists scattered across the globe, but united by the same passion for truth as Ren Zhiqiang, the wealthy real-estate investor who sacrificed his freedom to call out Xi Xinping directly, for his handling of the pandemic that exacerbated a nascent crisis and accelerated its spread across the globe. Their letter, published 8 days before the first anniversary of Ren Zhiqiang’s abduction, is a call to arms for diplomats, scientists and politicians to hold China accountable now, because the window of opportunity is closing, and the implications of innocence or guilt dwarf other geopolitical issues by gravity alone."


Thursday, June 17, 2021

EVIL DOES NOT WIN WHERE VIRTUE HAS NOT TURNED INSIPID (SON OF EUROPE)




EL MAL NO TRIUNFA DONDE EL BIEN NO SE HA VUELTO SOSO

NGD

HUMILITY IS THE EPISTEMOLOGICAL REQUIREMENT FOR SOME PERCEPTIONS

3

He who has power, has it by historical logic
Respectfully bow to that logic.

Let your lips, proposing a hypothesis
Not know about the hand faking the experiment

Let your hand, faking the experiment
No know about the lips proposing a hypothesis

Learn to predict a fire with unerring precision
Then burn the house down to fulfill the prediction

(...)

8

The laughter born of the love of truth

Is now the laughter of the enemies of the people.

Gone is the age of satire. We no longer need mock

The sensible monarch with false courtly phrases.

Stern as befits the servants of a cause,

We will permit ourselves sycophantic humor.

Tight-lipped, guided by reasons only

Cautiously let us step into the era of the unchained fire.

Czeslaw Milosz

(Son of Europe)


QUE LOS LABIOS QUE POSTULAN UNA HIPÓTESIS NO SEPAN

NADA DE LAS MANOS QUE FALSIFICAN EL EXPERIMENTO

(...)

LA RISA QUE SURGE DEL RESPETO A LA VERDAD

ES LA RISA QUE PERTENECE A LOS ENEMIGOS DEL PUEBLO

HA TERMINADO EL SIGLO DE LA SÁTIRA.YA NO NOS BURLAREMOS

DE LOS MONARCAS INEPTOS CON UNA LENGUA MALICIOSA

CM (Traducción de Xavier Farré)

(THANKS TO JON STEWART AND CM)


Monday, June 14, 2021

EL SUSURRO DEL LENGUAJE (II, 14-06-1993 (CVS))

UN FRESCOR DE LIBROS

CONDUCIRÁ A VECES A LA MENTE A LAS BIBLIOTECAS

DE UNA ARDOROSA TARDE, SI LOS LIBROS PUEDEN HALLARSE

FRESCOS EN EL SENTIDO DE DIRIGIR LA MENTE

PORQUE HAY UN VIENTO O ESPÍRITU DE UN VIENTO

EN TODO LIBRO QUE SE HAGA ECO

DE LA VIDA, FUERTE VIENTO QUE LLENA LOS CONDUCTOS

DEL OÍDO HASTA QUE CREEMOS OÍR UN VIENTO,

REAL

PARA DIRIGIR LA MENTE

(...)

DE MODO QUE 

PARA ESCRIBIR, NUEVE DÉCIMAS DEL PROBLEMA

ES VIVIR.

(...)

LA BIBLIOTECA ENMUDECIDA Y MUERTA ESTÁ

PERO TÚ ERES EL SUEÑO

DE LOS MUERTOS

(...)

QUE TE EXPLIQUEN Y TÚ SERÁS

EL CORAZÓN DE LA EXPLICACIÓN. SIN NOMBRE,

APARECERÁS

(...)

EL AMANTE DE LA LLAMA-

 

LA PERSONA SUMERGIDA 

EN EL ASOMBRO, EL FUEGO SE CONVIERTE EN PERSONA


 

Thursday, June 10, 2021

EL SUSURRO DEL LENGUAJE (I, IMÁGENES (31 DE MARZO Y 4 DE MAYO DE 2013))









NINGUNA DERROTA SE COMPONE ENTERAMENTE DE DERROTA-PUESTO QUE

EL MUNDO QUE ABRE ES SIEMPRE UN LUGAR

PRIMERAMENTE INSOSPECHADO.UN 

MUNDO PERDIDO,

UN MUNDO INSOSPECHADO

LLAMA A NUEVOS LUGARES

Y NINGUNA BLANCURA  (PERDIDA) ES TAN BLANCA COMO EL RECUERDO

DE LA BLANCURA

 

Saturday, June 05, 2021

DEL CAMPO SON Y HAN SIDO MIS AMORES (CERVANTES)

 



¿Quién dejará, del verde prado umbroso,
las frescas yerbas y las frescas fuentes?
¿Quién, de seguir con pasos diligentes
la suelta liebre o jabalí cerdoso?

¿Quién, con el son amigo y sonoroso,
no detendrá las aves inocentes?
¿Quién, en las horas de la siesta, ardientes,
no buscará en las selvas el reposo,

por seguir los incendios, los temores,
los celos, iras, rabias, muertes, penas
del falso amor que tanto aflige al mundo?

Del campo son y han sido mis amores,
rosas son y jazmines mis cadenas,
libre nací, y en libertad me fundo.

autógrafo
 La Galatea (1583) (Soneto)  

La vida que no hemos vivido existe. Pero no la podemos honrar. Solo podemos honrar la que hemos vivido. Con la que vivimos todavía

Tuesday, June 01, 2021

LIN PIAO CONSPIRANOICO

La voz conspiranoico, ca es un acrónimo humorístico formado a partir de conspira(tivo) y (para)noico. Para aludir a lo perteneciente o relativo a la conspiración lo normal es emplear en español los adjetivos conspirativo y conspiratorio.