The evolving blogroll is a C Wright Mills inspired experiment designed to quantitatively measure the intersection between a biography of The Massive Minority and world history within society.
Cocktails and coffee are free. Help yourself. Every experiment should start with a point of contention, don’t you think?
I contend that space and time are borne of emotions at opposite unendings of two, or more, competing thoughts. Chambers in motion tumbling colours from visible parties to enlightenment.
April 29, 2009 at 3:58 am |
I may just have to break out my C Wright Mills for a little refresher course. I hadn’t realize that in the 50s he knew about blogrolls or was so socialist as to offer cocktails and coffee for free!
What might the man have imagined, Gwendolyn?
April 29, 2009 at 6:04 pm |
Yes, I agree entirely. I am not good at helping myself though. Do experiments test previous hypotheses or can we have a double blind, big blind, pocket threes?
April 30, 2009 at 3:59 am |
“I contend that space and time are borne of emotions at opposite unendings of two, or more, competing thoughts”
We – we being, obviously, us – create space and time and not the other way around. So no time without us and our competitive thoughts- nothing before, nothing after, except, of course, there’s always some form of we out there, even if the “we” is not “us.” You ever had one of those enlightening moments that leaves one’s head spinning? Either that or I rapidly sipped too many free cocktails.
Oh yes, I have had those moments. They are pretty cool when they happen. Even better when they inspire such beautiful responses as this one, Bryan. Thanks for your glowing comment on my confession. The lovely thing about confessions is that they are open to interpretation and re-interpretation.
April 30, 2009 at 8:12 am |
Boom! Supanova. It suddenly clicked in my head what you are up to. The post before is a beautiful dense synesthiastic prose poem, a kind of compressed energy fusion of light physics ideas emotion which expands here and then explodes out into the piece under the link. So by using hypertexting you have modelled the origins of the universe in the extension from poetry in the earlier piece through the network of this one and then into the great prosaic explanation in the next one. Brilliant! One the best pieces of hypertexting internet art I’ve seen live. Your mind is an amazing and wonderful place, Brad.
Paul, you are a genius and a generous one at that. There is little more satisfying than finding an input stage for the oddball outputs that I generate at times.
General speaking, the happy mysteries of the universe are generated by conscience. Engage!
April 30, 2009 at 2:44 pm |
Brad, from my admiring POV, I’d make only one alteration to your statement: “I contend that [our subordination to] space and time are borne of emotions at opposite unendings of two, or more, competing thoughts. Chambers in motion tumbling colours from visible parties to enlightenment.”
Beyond that, I second Paul’s motion. Can we vote now?
That’s a good point, Wayne. It helps to cement the idea that the limits of space and time are the limits of insecure minds. I’m assuming that minds are the seat of emotion and open to reasonable revolutions.
Thanks for your excellent comment on the Massive Minority. Those links look like portals into fascinating reading. Cheers.
May 1, 2009 at 4:30 pm |
That’s a beautiful contention. My mind is still grappling with it, unfortunately, and though I do believe that emotions are evolutionary tools I have nothing earthshakingly profound to add to the discussion, I’m only a voyeur today enjoying all of your thoughts.
Harmonie. Your presence in blog land is profoundly inspiring, so thank you. I am still getting my head around it too, but it ‘feels’ right. Now I just have to prove it.
May 4, 2009 at 3:35 am |
Damn…..Im missing! but no one is looking for me, so sad, but then sometimes but not always, the truth is just that….As you suggested
bindo.wordpress.com
Dig it man
Welcome to the roll, Bindo.
May 5, 2009 at 7:01 am |
A double free-verse, on ice with a twist please. And for my friend, anything you’ve got that’s sour, straight up.
Coming right up, Noah. While you wait, would you like to try a neat Ghazal with a pirouette?
June 21, 2009 at 4:34 pm |
Hello, General. Anything happening? How’s the hair shirt and self-flagellation going? Anything to report as a result of all this self-imposed suffering? Have you purged yourself of all Christianity, or of faith entirely. Are you going to wander off into the desert under the effect of Mescaline. No probably not, been done already. Anyway, let me know ASAP. The fucking post-avant idiots are driving me crazy. Silliman spoke to me directly for the first time but only to tell me I’m wrong, not why how or where just wrong. Hahahahahahahahahaha Rage on Brad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
June 21, 2009 at 11:55 pm |
Ok. I’m over it now. Wasn’t as productive as I led myself to believe. So what’s the deal with this p hyphen a word? Should we validate the term by seeking a working definition, or would it be better to ignore it? Is post-avant to avant what the samurai sword is to the cheese knife, or is someone just trying to avoid using the word ‘progress’ for fear of being laughed out of court?
June 25, 2009 at 3:57 pm |
Apparently there are three rules of post-avantism. Most importantly you must be ‘edgy’. Secondly all talk of ‘epiphanies’ is strictly verbotten, ie no magic. Thirdly you must write 2,000 words of meaningless waffle every day and personally insult anyone who dares to disagree with you. At least that what’s I can gather from reading Adam Fieled.
June 29, 2009 at 9:18 pm |
My mind won’t bend hard enough to corner your contention and I rolled on the verge. Unfortunately space and time strings tangled severely leaving me dangling upside down from a tree. I may be a cocoon, a time wormhole or an irregularity. Should I eat more piZza?
That’s one hell of an image, Jen. Pizza is definitely the way to go, but one should always approach a meal with an upright posture.
September 14, 2009 at 3:17 am |
So that’s what’s wrong with my stomach. Emulating Kurt Cobain, even subconsciously/partially, is unwise, although his guitar playing has a sincere nihilistic charm. I need to go to bed now. I need to go to bed now. I need to … oh, wot the bother.
October 1, 2009 at 9:31 pm |
nepotism: favoritism shown to relatives or close friends by those in power (as by giving them jobs)
http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=nepotism
“Is there nepotism in Australian Literature?” YES
http://aspatricink.blogspot.com/2009/10/replying-to-gingatao.html#comments
Is it inevitable? ALWAYS
http://www.johnkinsella.org/essays/laureate.html
Is it desirable? YES! If we can disagree AND be friends.
http://theaustralianpoetlaureate.wordpress.com/category/dissenters/
There is nothing more empowering than ‘making’ new friends.