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Clairaudience

Clairaudience *

– Robert Musil (translated by Kameron Cole, Miami Beach, 2012)

I’ve gotten into bed a little early, I feel a cold coming on, indeed, maybe I even have a fever. I am looking at the ceiling, or, maybe it’s the reddish curtain hanging over the door to the balcony of the hotel room that I’m looking at. it’s hard to tell.

just as I had finished undressing, you started, too, to get undressed. I wait. I can only hear.

Incomprehensible back and forth; in this part of the room, then in the other. You come over to lay something on the bed; I don´t look, but, what could it possibly be? In the meanwhile, you open the closet, put something in, or take something out; I hear the closet door close again. You lay hard, heavy objects on the table, others on the marble countertop of the bathroom sink. You are incessantly in motion. Then I recognize the familiar sounds of the letting down of hair and of brushing. Then water splashing into the sink. And before that. slipping out of clothing. now, once more. it is incomprehensible to me, how many clothes you take off. Now you have slipped off your shoes. but then after that, your stockings continue the relentless back-and-forth across the soft carpet, just as did your shoes , before. You pour water in glasses; three, four times, one after the other; I am at a complete loss for why. I have long come to the end, in my imagination, of everything imaginable, while you apparently in reality continue to find something new to do. I hear you put on your nightgown. But that doesn’t mean it’s all over. There are still one hundred little activities. I know that you are hurrying on my behalf; apparently all of this is indeed necessary, pertains to your most intimate “Id”, and like the wordless bearing of animals, from morning till evening you reach far into a thing, with countless talons, of which you are unaware, while you hear barely a breath from me.

I feel this way coincidentally because I have a fever, and because I am waiting for you.

* (http://www.psychic.com.au/psychic-clairaudience.htm)

Hellhörigkeit

– Robert Musil

Ich habe mich vorzeiting zu Bett gelegt, ich fühle mich ein wenig erkältet, ja vielleicht habe ich Fieber. Ich sehe die Zimmerdecke an, oder vielleicht ist es der rötliche Vorhang über der Balkontür des Hotezimmers, was ich sehe. es ist schwer zu unterscheiden.

Als ich gerade damit fertig war, hast auch du angefangen, dich auszukleiden. Ich warte. Ich höre dich nur.

Unverständliches Auf- und Abgehn; in diesem Teil des Zimmers, in jenem. Du kommst, um etwas auf dein Bett zu legen; ich sehe nicht hin, aber was könnte is sein? Du öffnest inzwischen den Schrank, tust etwas hinein oder nimmst etwas heraus; ich höre ihn wieder schließen. Du legst harte, schwere Gegenstände aud den Tisch, andere auf die Marmorplatte der Kommode. Du bist unablässing in Bewegung. Dann erkenne ich die bekannten Geräusche des Öffnes der Harre und des Bürstens. Dann Wasserschwälle in die Waschbecken. Vorher schon die Abstreifen von Kleidern; jetzt wieder; es ist mir unverständlich, wieviel Kleider du ausziehst. Nun bist do uas den Schuhen geschlüpft. Danach aber gehen deine Strümpfe auf dem weichem Teppich ebenso unablässig hin un her wie vordem die Schuhe. Du schenkst Wasser in Gläser; drei-, viermal, hintereinnder; ich kann mich gar nicht zurechtfinden, wofür. Ich bin in meiner Vorstellung längst mit allem Vorstellbaren zu Ende, während du offenbar in der Wirklichkeit immer noch etwas Neues zu tun findest. Ich höre dich das Nachthemd anziehn. Aber damit is noch nicht alles vorbei. Wider gibt es hundert kleine Handlungen. Ich weiß, daß du dich meinethalben beeilst; offenbar ist das alles also notwendig, gehört zu deinem engsten Ich, und wie das stumme Gebaren der Tiere vom Morgen bis zum Abend ragst du breit, mit unzähligen Griffen, von denen du nichts weißt, in etwas hinein, wo du nie eiene Hauch von mir gehört hast!

Zufällig fühle ich es, weil ich Fieber hae und auf dich warte.

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Rainer Maria Rilke : Fortschritt

Rainer Maria Rilke : Fortschritt

Und wieder rauscht mein tiefes Leben lauter,
als ob es jetzt in breitern Ufern ginge.
Immer verwandter werden mir die Dinge
… und alle Bilder immer angeschauter.
Dem Namenlosen fühl ich mich vertrauter
Mit meinen Sinnen, wie mit Vögeln, reiche
ich in die windigen Himmel aus der Eiche,
und in den abgebrochnen Tag der Teiche
sinkt, wie auf Fischen stehend, mein Gefühl.

Progress

and once again my inner life rustles louder
as if it walked along broad banks
ever closer my kinship with things
and keener vision into all the scenes.
I know the nameless ever deeper

With my senses, as with birds,
I reach into the windy skies,
up out of the oak,
and then…
down into that “other” day, under the pondwater,
my senses sink, as if they rode on fishes.

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Bewegliches Vorwärts – translation of Rilke’s poem

Rainer Maria Rilke: Bewegliches Vorwärts (German)

Die tiefen Teile meines Lebens gießen vorwärts, als ob die Flußufer
sich heraus öffneten.

Es scheint, daß Sachen mehr wie ich jetzt
sind, das, das ich weit in Anstriche sehen kann.

Ich fühle näeher
an, was Sprache nicht erreichen kann.

Mit meinen Richtungen,
wie mit Vögeln,
klettere ich in den windigen Himmel,
aus der Eiche,
in den Teichen heraus,
die vom Himmel meine fallenden Wannen abgebrochen
werden, als ob, stehend auf Fischen.

The Forwards That Moves

(my translation)

the deepest parts of my life are pouring forwards,
as if the riverbank
were opening outwards.

It seems that things are more, than I now am.
things, which I see as distant brush strokes.

I feel closer to that which
speech cannot reach.

With my sense of direction,
as with birds,
I climb into the windy skies,
out of the oak
into “ponds”,out there,
which are disconnected by my sense of falling,
as though they rested on the fishes.

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strongheart

строго сердце
-kameron cole, для Джессика, Майами-Бич, 2102

строго сердце
слушаю
через душий стена
плотной ткани спины
послушю
послушю на такт

лицо мое я нажатия против это тугие, плоские, горячей поверхностьб
который бить через барабан кожей
барабан барабан барабан барабан
б-барабан б барабан барабан

иногда не регулярный
иногда оплошаеш
падаеш

Устойчивый
Я постоянный
Я на спине
с сердце постоянным
слушаю
послушю

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strong heart
-kameron cole, miami beach, 2012, to Jessica

Strong heart
I am listening
through the spirit wall
the tightly woven back
I follow
I follow the beat.

my face I press against that taut hot flat surface
that beats through drum skin
drum-drum, drum-drum
d-drum, d-d-drum

sometimes not regular
sometimes you misstep
sometimes you fall

steady.
I am steady.
I am at your back
with a steady heart
I am listening
I am following.

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the trouble with you

it all started as a test – to see if I could post from an email. but it’s gone beyond that, now.

this is one of those days when I wake up an realize that I have a lot to offer, and I do offer it. I suffered some self-esteem hits in the past, oh, lifetime. and it always gets set up in the same way.

1) people with their own ego issues encounter me; they feel threatened.

2) they advise me to scale back, tone down; they tell me that I have a tendency to be overbearing, to interrupt people, and to press the point than I am smarter than everyone else

3) I believe them. this is where it breaks down. I fail myself, because I know myself. I am very easily willing to concede that I can be arrogant, stubborn, etc.

but guess what. I’m not arrogant. that’s a misinterpretation. I am a servant of knowledge and the empirical method, as catalysts for positive change. no bullshit. really.

my “attitude”, then, comes from people that block that change, or take too long. therein lies my personality issue. because I am impatient – too impatient – YES! A flaw! if I have something worked out, and I hear you going down the SAME path – don’t worry – I can and gladly will distinguish between that, and a similar path, with may lead both me and you to new insights. Intolerant, yes another flaw. But only to a degree, and, not your mother’s intolerance.

there is a point in every logical progression, whereat the conclusion is inevitable. if I see that point, I’m going to cut you off right away, if the point you are trying to make has already been made. same goes for the case where you begin your path with an erroneous assumption about me,or about something which has a substantial body of evidence in contradiction – and start a long winded treatise on a “truth” you will arrive at from that erroneous starting point. at which point you will say, “See?” A lot of work and time for everyone who is hanging off the cliff.

there is a time for sharing, a time for caring, a time for learning, and a time for daring. please look up at the clock, and find out what time it is.

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Vignettes from the Candelwood snooze tomb

Vignettes from the Candelwood snooze tomb

by Kameron Cole, Candlewood Suites, Room 233. December 2011.

capped on either end by  minor harp arpeggios
this somnolent snooze capsule is a container, but also
a frame,
yes, frames
contain the art, framing  the statement discrete,
making integrity possible.
combining, then, elements of the sordid bed chambers – a dark green motel carpet filled
with lost Midwestern ambition to half-wake,
stale air, clung from the cage within,
withal, is a desire to remain half-asleep
to sleep a-full would surely be death.
within the snooze-frame I can build a dream poem,
composed only of eyes and sound
no sight, only vision,cotton-wadded:
blindfolded by the cloak of the pre-dawn,
am awake but alas not.
I compose, and am pleased, but can not repeat the performance. it is so papery without the snooze.
people would accuse me of performing water.

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Black Friday. Love is for Strangers.

Black Friday. Love is for Strangers.

Here in South Beach, the day after the day we give thanks, we see the destitute out in droves. ok. not droves. who would the drover be? they trickle out.

but you see them, when you don’t, normally. on the days of normal commerce, the destitute are invisible, or, at least, covered up. with scents or lozenges.

I chose “the destitute” instead of “the poor”. the poor are all at Wal-Mart, shopping. many poor people will come home today with a plasma TV – for themselves – along with Christmas presents for pretty-much-everybody-on-the-list.

the homeless are in their homes – either the missions, if they can pass the drug test, or at their “homes” – their “spots”, under overpasses, or, in underpasses, they have likely set up grand banquets, assembled from Man’s edible debris.

“Man” is the term scientists use to refer to a race of Titans – former mythological gods, from self-fulfilling mythologies, who will be imprisoned someday, if the true Gods can win the battle. For now, Man rules the earth.

“the Man” the Man’s enforcer. also, an oligarchy, the Man represents and enforces rules – actually, not rules, per se – rather, “logic”, a system invented by Plato. only sheep respect the Man.

goats respect “Big Brother”. a big brother is cool enough to be you buddy, but, has this cool feature of money – being abel to pay for shit! the best of both worlds are contained in one imaginary being. imaginary because he is not your brother. he is the Man, in fleshly form, one that calms you and allows you to put your total trust in him. but, he is the Man. he is not a Buddhist – he “used to be”. he does not take copious LSD – “he did at one time”. these were small sacrifices to make, in Big Brother’s training, his grooming, for the position of the Son of Man.

And he can change color: Black, White (Black was added). he’s learning Spanish.

back to the streets. Black Friday sales include Fly Swatters at SoBe Mart on Washington.

the destitute. a 100-year-old woman, with skin that is almost completely wrinkled. 97%. leaving only millions tiny isosceles triangle skin surfaces, where subcutaneous fat remains stored. blackened skin and teeth. a beach-street monster of the rat family, Muridae Rattus Washingtonia, she lay since 4 a.m. prone on the warm red asphalt sidewalk, at the edge of the curb. her mouth next to a patch of vomit, and a Walgreens baggies filled with food remnants, for disposal. the sun was warm.

the destitute are these men. they are feral. turned out by all women, presumably first by their mothers, they wander in black tank-tops, camo shorts, and pretty amazing running shoes. they will never be with a woman. ever. they are destitute. they wander. searching for a woman to love them. but love. it has become so strange. for strangers only.

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Putting the Lie to the Republicans – Ralph Nader

Masters of the repeated lying sound byte, the craven Congressional Republicans are feasting on the health and safety of the American people with gleeful greed while making the corporate and trade association media swoon. “Job-killing regulations,” exudes daily from the mouths of Speak John Boehner, his Wall Street-licking side-kick Eric Cantor and Senate minority leader, Mitch McConnell.

Then all the way down the line, the Republicans are on cue bellowing “job-killing regulations” must be revoked or stopped aborning over at OSHA (protecting workers), EPA (protecting clean air and water), FDA (safer drugs and food), and NHTSA (making your vehicle safer).  Imagine how much more civil servants could do to accomplish the statutory missions of their respective agencies if they could get the Republicans and their corporate pay masters off their backs.

These same Republicans get in their cars with their children and put on their seat belts. Out of sight are the air bags ready to deprive them of their freedom to go through the windshield in a crash. Who makes those seat belts and air bags? Workers in the USA.

The jobs these regulations may be “killing” are those that would have swelled the funeral industry, or some jobs in the healthcare and disability-care industry. On the other hand, by not being injured, workers stay on the job and do not drain the workers’ compensation funds or hamper the operations of their employer.

About twenty years ago, Professor Nicholas Ashford of MIT came to Washington and testified before Congress in great detail about how and where safety regulations create jobs and make the economy more efficient in avoiding the costs of preventable injuries and disease. He received a respectful hearing from members of the Committee. It is doubtful whether Messers Boehner, Cantor, McConnell and Dr. Coburn (Senator from Oklahoma) are reading Professor Ashford these days, who just co-authored a book with Ralph P. Hall called Technology, Globalization, and Sustainable Development.

The corporatist Republicans’ minds are made up; don’t bother them with the facts. But we must keep trying to dissolve the Big Lie.

In 2009 Professor David Hemenway published a stirring book titled While You Were Sleeping: Success Stories in Injury and Violence Prevention which in clear language described the success stories of people, often with the support of a past, more enlightened Congress, made lives safer and healthier in the U.S. Yes, life-saving, injury-preventing, disease-stopping regulations resulting in life-sustaining technology produced by American industry and workers.

Wake up Democrats. Learn the political art of truthful repetition to counter the cruelest Republicans who ever crawled up Capitol Hill. You’ve got massive, documented materials to put the Lie to the Republicans.

President Obama should set an example. For instance, on September 2, 2011 President Obama fell for the regulation costs jobs lie.  He said:  “[I] have continued to underscore the importance of reducing regulatory burdens and regulatory uncertainty, particularly as our economy continues to recover.”
Pete Altman, from the Natural Resources Defense Council wrote:

“In reversing his Administration’s previously strong support for ozone regulations to protect the health of American children, President Obama (in the words of one observer):  “drank the conservative Kool-Aid, and agreed that tightening ozone emission rules would have cost billions and hurt the economy. But clean air is very popular politically, and the EPA’s own studies show that a tighter standard could have created $17 billion in economic benefits.”

Earlier this month, Public Citizen issued a report about five regulations that spurred innovation and a higher quality of economic growth. As one of the authors Negah Mouzoon wrote, “when federal agencies implement rules for efficiency, worker safety, or public health and welfare, companies need to reformulate their products and services to comply. And so begins good ol’ American competition. To comply with federal standards, companies need to invest in research and development, which often yields to new products and systems that both solve public policy problems and, often, boost business. The result? A brighter idea emerges.”

It is important to note that such regulations give companies lengthy lead times to comply and, under the daily sandpapering of corporate lobbyists, regulations issued lose much of their early industry-controlling reach.

Here are the report’s five innovation-spurring products or processes that at their outset encountered significant industry resistance and inflated estimates of complying with the regulations. Before that is, the companies came to their senses, responded and found that such changes were not just good for the people but for their own bottom line.
1.      Protecting workers from poisonous vinyl chloride.
2.      Reducing sulfur dioxide emissions.
3.      Preventing ozone-layer-destroying CFC emissions from aerosols.
4.      Improving the energy efficiency of home appliances.
5.      Utilizing energy-efficient light bulbs.

For the full report go to http://www.citizen.org/regulation-innovation.

Maybe some “kids”—between the ages of 10 and 12 – having learned from their parents the importance of telling the truth, can start a Kiddy Corps for a Truthful Congress drawn from the Internet-savvy children all over the U.S. What a wonderful expression of grassroots truth-telling directed toward the Great Prevaricators on Capitol Hill. Yes –job-producing, life-saving, economy-stimulating, innovation-producing regulations for a more secure future for our children.

Interested parents may contact us at info@csrl.org.

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Obama the Capo

Hit squad of Navy Seals to take out Osama bin Laden. Now, a drone squadron to take out Alwaki, and American citizen. No trial. No pilot. Send a robot to murder an American citizen. Creepy. Weird.

In case you forgot, it doesn’t matter what you think of the guy. If you are born in America, you’re an American citizen, protected by the Constitution and guaranteed the right to a speedy trial by a jury of your peers. How would you like a new amendment to the Constitution to read “or be just killed outright by faceless robot planes”?

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Obama ruined the Nobel Peace Prize

I still can’t get over it – they gave the coveted Nobel Peace Prize to an American politician, based mostly on campaign speeches, which were indeed inspiring, but still, campaign speeches, filled with what were empty promises.

Aren’t all campaign speeches filled with empty promises? Yes they are. Don’t struggle with this.

Do you think the Nobel Prize Committee based their award on something more substantial? Why do you think this? Are you having trouble with dates? Obama had not been in office for 100 days. What had he done for world peace in that time?

Shortly after he received the highest award for peace, he ordered troops to Afghanistan.

Bullshit I say. Give the Nobel Peace Prize to anyone you want. It’s worthless now. Unless they decide to give it to Gandhi posthumously.