11.5.26


Hume
         A Treatise of Human Nature

“For my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other. . . . I never can catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe any thing but perception.”

when Pollan lifted this quote for his chapter of SELF  afterwards he entitled his foray
                                                                                   Circling the Self
first words of the following sentence  Who am I?

no one would have a better guess than him

think of the array of adjectives available to him

                                                     starts out with somewhat a police description
NAME
SEX
AGE
COLOUR . . .
               reading Circling the Self he stopped walking took a slip of paper he tucked at the back of the book took his red BIC out from behind his ear and wrote Circling the Wagons
                                                                                 Yeehaw
thought it didnt yell it


                             his list seemed  defensive 
cop would need his name wouldnt find that in the coffeegrounds residue in their convenient recyclable paper cup should they recycle  public servant public responsibility  they better
                                                              figured he or she could deduce his sex approximate age
old man  older man  he preferred older man to old man
then off to the broader deduction races
                                           hints head to foot
if it were he Circling the Wagons
                                   I want my lawyer hasnt one but has always wanted to say that
now he has

what else in his bucket list

 

    what if he were to take himself seriously

he wouldnt know who he was

1410,  reggaefriday,  8  5. 26
1205,  Monday,  11  5. 26

    scrolling on smartphones  doomed
he don

understands the cost  

had his daughter neuter his phone
                                     those who do
cut into the time they once spent mind-wandering cut into other forms of inner experiences
                                                                                               shit hes got goinoff inside his head need 24/7 attention
                                              kindalike Iranian oil wells backing up  asif the Caspian Sea isnt being used for Russian/Iranian trade

    he understands maybe better than some people technological distractions are shrinking the dimensions of our interiority

             Interiority   Yamay wanna explain tha

Really

    Ohjah   Really

Our internal world
                     Our thoughts feelings emotions memories
Our subjective experiences

                                  Subjective
Ohplease

                     Tha based on ones personal feelings tastes opinions  interpretations

Rather than external verifiable facts
Jah
     Correct

So I neednt have explained it to you

Not really



Question

Jah

Have you interiority

    If I didnt how coud Ihow coud we  hang with you

                                                                      Tacenda

Beatinme up with my own accusation

Woudnt have if it werent for the presence of your mind
 

    Ill take tha as a compliment

Please

1410,  reggaefriday,  8  5. 26
1057,  Monday,  11  5. 26

https://www.energypolicy.columbia.edu/irans-oil-sector-can-likely-weather-production-shut-ins-but-gas-fields-are-at-risk/

Proust  In Search of Lost Time  so very worthwhile
                                                               he wrote of impressions  which author Michael Pollan distills  “. . . the things we perceive or the things that happen to us leave their marks on us, marks that, taken together, makes us the singular selves we are.”

“Every impression come in to parts,” Proust writes, “half of it contained within the object, and the other half, which we alone understand, extending into us,” leaving the impress of that memory
                                                                                          “an inner book of unknown signs”  “the obscurity within us, which can never be known by other people”

shakes up John Donnes 1624 phrase “No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse . . .”

. . . intire of itself

                    however

thats the way he saw it

. . . the obscurity within us . . . can never be known by other people
                                                                        times are  also unknown to him
times he relishes because he thought hed know

    mutters  Ill sleep on it

he sleeps  wakes  remembers

                                  Fuck  No idea

no ideaideas fascinate him

                               Youre a mystery to yourself

Yabetcha bucko buckeroo brother broheim
                                                 One ofem strike you
I like broheim

Yabetcha broheim
                    I am    I have mysterious ways                  I don need to know

    Isnt tha outlandish

You been readin over my shoulder while Im at Berkeley Breatheds cartoon strip

shaking their woolly head
                        Im not followin
Gawd  I hate sayin
Say
     Speak

Outland

 

Oh

        Outlandish

Thought youd be quicker than tha given your habitat inside my head
No

      Lotsa compartments cubbies rooms doors doors to nowhere too many to count

Ive tried

Jah

      Me too     Me too  

1345,  Saturday,  9  5. 26
0957,  Monday,  11  5. 26

Billy Preston Will It Go Round in Circles  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fu8LUFyNQy4