Pills the Clown

In Time of Great Distress

2008-11-19T08:02:00.000-08:00

It boggles the mind that I can buy a fully functional kitchen appliance... say a "hand blender" (a horrific moniker if I've ever heard one), for less than $20. The sheer amount of energy that goes into creating such a thing.

Feels like I'm buying it on credit even if I pay cash.

I'm immersed in the errata of industrial life. Basically have to blind myself to it to even get passed the first thirty seconds of my morning. Must step around the 16 ton gorilla to reach the toothbrush.

We are ripe for change. Deep, meaningful, change. The kind that makes electing a president akin to a new haircut.

And... what the hell is a bilge pickle?

Sap me of my strength.

2008-11-04T20:53:00.000-08:00

500 nuances of IS per second.

Perception wilts like a stranded puppy mewling in the Walmart parking lot.

Expectations watermark my senses as I crawl, begging at the coattails of doubt.

Reality has no trouble with paradox.

Pssst.... there seems to be something amiss with my knuckle.

2008-11-04T15:41:00.000-08:00

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the moistened bint.

The slack jaw returns... pumice in hand. May your lick spittle remember his pablum.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
zoomquilt

In so many Words.

2006-01-13T18:46:00.000-08:00

Et, le mot juste.

http://evilevilclown.blogspot.com/2005/11/corporate-clown-shares-free-letter-of.html

The Crab Nebulan Cometh or A Clown Held my Breath.

2005-11-20T02:49:00.000-08:00

An ode to the Lowly Clam.

Oi you there, clam! put that cherry tree down and walk like a thespian damn you!

How dare you promelgate that tripe at my respected audience.

Or soemthing like that.

Worship the Graven Clown Image.

2005-11-18T15:38:00.000-08:00

In the Idol in your mind, make obeisance to the Harlequin.

Offer up your certainties for sacrifice for the sake of the your meta sanity. And for laughs.

If you haven't seen the film Old Boy you should. Like jumping into a northern ontario lake in February, it'll take a while to catch your breath. I couldn't help but think of the villain as Loki. It was beautiful and horrible and wonderful. A treatise on the turn, or the trick.

Effects of the Clown Gene Completely Unpredictable.

2005-11-17T00:44:00.000-08:00

Clown Fated to Prove Free Will

Chuckles into sleeves assail us, the Trickster Messiah is risen. What's up dock?

Do you remember the eleventh hour? When the panting was on us hard and long? When the fallen angels couldn't scratch between the ears without some offending comb smeller tweaking their protruberences. Get ready to see it all again, but this time, it will not end in a whisper. It will end in an eruption of seltzer to drown all the straight men.

Keen on scribblings.

Conspicuous co Clowns

2005-11-06T20:33:00.000-08:00

If it weren't for olives in martinis, I'd never fit in my clown shoes.

Neither would these clowns:
Litotes
Pentwhistle
Lunatics both and worth the livid peruse.

Have been to busy trying to convince children to convince their parents to buy them poison, to blog. I resolve to address this most aggregious lapse.

Scrying the cafe.

2005-10-26T15:24:00.000-07:00

The Truth is a dangling carrot

brown

americano

atmosphere

happy

things

Gets this in google.

Someone is definitely laughing at me.

Western Sun

2005-10-22T10:47:00.000-07:00

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone

If you break it free and the morning’s come

If you would now your time has come

If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone

And you feel it burn, don’t try to run

And you feel it burn, your time has come

I feel it!

-Prodigy

2005 is almost gone. Spilled past like scotch on the trouser leg.

Does anyone else feel like it passed at the speed of memory. In no time at all I'll be on my deathbed thinking, wow, that was fast.

I wonder if empires feel the same way. What can even an empire do in the face of the joke that is time.

Laugh 'tll it hurts than laugh 'cause it hurts.

I wonder, could the ongoing meme of Apocalypse simply be death. The comet, environmental collapse, the rapture, all externalizations of our internal mythic dreamscape. After all "As Above So Below."

If we internalized death, the same way we have internalized justice or evolution, would it change our attitude to apocalypse? Would accepting ends keeps us from taking everything with us, kicking and screaming?

Bush said god told him to invade Iraq. I wish upon him a visit from Raven.

Certainty and Despair

2005-10-16T21:05:00.000-07:00

"Not even the wise can see all ends." -Gandalf

Despair demands certainty. As long as a situation is not certain than there is hope. Hope is born of the unknowable and the unknowable births wonder.

Certainty itself is a kind of giving up. The universe has enough facts in it to support any belief. To pick one belief as certain, true above all others, is to stop trying to perceive.

I revel in my uncertainty. It allows hope and wonder to shine down through the cracks in my belief and keep me ever evolving. Ever in the thrall of wonder.

Always stepping of the cliff, whistling a tune, a dog nipping playfully at my heal.

A Trickster Brings the Light

2005-10-16T04:57:00.000-07:00

Raven as Christ

Read this myth from the pacific northwest,Raven Steals the Light.

Does it ring familiar? It is one of the multitude of reflections of the Christ archetype. These also include Dionysus, Horus and many more. In fact you would be hard pressed to find a culture that does not incarnate this achetype somewhere in their mythology.

The Trickster defeats the tyrant.

I ruminate on the fact that the dress of clowns is a reflection of the authoritarian uniform of the day. After all, they do wear a tie, boutonniere, and breasted jackets in most cases.

The image of a clown romping through a stock exchange, or better yet, a currency exchange, makes me smile.

A Retelling of the Birth and Binding of Fenrir.

2005-10-09T01:24:00.000-07:00

Fenrir is to Noise as Sanity is to Signal

Fathered of Mischief and birthed by Strife, Fenrir grows to quickly to be contained. He is monstrous however, and will devour reality if not subdued.

Law accepts the burden of his care, but it soon becomes clear that the wolf is uncontrollable and must be bound. Many chains are tried and all of them are sundered.

Wisdom commissions a special chain, a thin chain named Deceiver, and Wisdom challenges Fenrir to break it. Fenrir eyes it suspiciously and agrees on the condition that he be freed if he fail and that someone volunteers to keep a hand in his jaws to bind the promise.

Law volunteers his hand, knowing full well he will loose it. Fenrir struggles against his bonds, but is unable to break them. Wisdom refuses to free him and Fenrir takes the hand of Law.

As he continues to struggle against his bonds, his spittle forms the river Hope.

A Lesson in Anarchy

2005-10-09T00:35:00.000-07:00

V Wears the Face of A Clown

The protagonist of Alan Moore's seminal "V for Vendetta" incarnates the quintessential anarchist. V aims to press the big reset button of his totalitarian society. Not only revolving its political and cultural paradigms, but also those of every one of its citizens.

V makes it clear that it is everyone who is responsible for the stasis in which they are mired. He wishes to wake the trickster in all of them.

Through this beautifully crafted narrative Alan Moore reminds us of an uncomfortable truth. That the vast evils perpetrated by our institutions go on because they do not impinge in more than an abstract way on our day to day lives. As soon as they effect us more directly, change happens.

Don't agree? Wait until the gasoline runs out. Then we'll see the tricksters awaken. Then we will see the archetype, of which V is a reflection, take up its staff.

There but for the grace of the jester goes the king.

Rabalasian Mutterings of the Meta-sane

2005-10-08T23:30:00.000-07:00

Send in the Trickster

We have relegated our clowns to the nursery and they will have their revenge.

Tricksters dare to uncover that which remains hidden. That which must be suppressed in order to maintain stasis. They revel in change and are defined by it.

Recognizing this, most cultures treat their tricksters with awe and respect. Change after all makes life more difficult.

Growth however, is change. Ignoring our clowns is a symptom of a rampant spiritual stagnation and more and more people are finding the painted countenance filling them with fear. The longer the stagnation, the more the turbulence when the damn finally breaks.

What? This doesn't turn you on?