back again to Bierce's Devil's Dictionary

Heritage:

                that thing which allows dead people to override and dictate ones worth value and actions.

As operative in FOXs soundbite: “Heritage, not Hate”

think again

                    not everything is meant for a bumper sticker   least of all     human beings

1900,  Friday,  17  5. 15

theyre flying Johnny Reb again from the bed of their pickup  --  private property 

Listening to The Crutch  Gil Scott-Heron sang
                                                 Call Yama

which grabbed his attention yanking his head around like a handful of hair pulled

he had to look that up 

                                                                                                                 

earlier that evening over dinner he and his grrlfriend were talking about the roasted seasoned jicama and Brussels sprouts they had prepared as sides to their barbecued ribeyes

jicama is also called a yam bean
which without failhe pronounced yambean  singular as determined and willful as when he flipped eggplant onto its nom de plume  aubergine

yambean and aubergine

so fucking esoteric                                                                                                                                         
theyd eat anything that sounded strange  or was

 

and had

Yama is the Vedic god of death
                                 a wicked dark three-eyed cat surrounded by curling red flames gilded by gold riding either a dead man or a slick green serpent whose googly eyes appeared to wish the fat man would get off his back  but without arms to heave Yama headlong it followed his headdress decorated with grinning skulls into the void swirling like discontented smoke beyond the harshetched fire  it submitted and writhed under Yamas formidable weight

a fearsome god

  

if one bought into goddie things relics and coopted sacredness

he had a place in his heart for the Sacred

    

a place big enough to hold a cave
                                   the Chauvet Cave discovered in the late 90s in Ardèche valley of southern France

   

Chauvet is prehistoric 32,000 to 30,000 BP(years Before the Present when radiocarbon dating methods are used and distinctly refuse to pander to Christianitys BC AD BCE and CE which can obviously get in the way of Sacred

Oh yes  please dont forget to provide your Holy tithe at the door before you leave)

there was nothing more sacred in his mind than the Chauvet Cave  inhabited by Man and cave bears

its wall are painted depicting lions mammoths rhinoceroses bison reindeer horses red deer ibex Megaceros deer aurochs musk-oxen panther and owl

scientific testing has determined that the cave was frequented at two different periods  five thousand years apart

the human beings who returned in the second period left torch marks and charcoal on the ground

fire

Sacred

he counted his lucky stars 

they had the bittersweet fortune to witness and realeyes several Native Indian sites of pictographs across California

all had been defaced  defiled  by Johnny-Come-Lately lily-white men  as is their habit

Chauvets only apparent despoiling is a prehistoric childs footprints across its floor

he wondered if Yama inveighed might have stayed those big strong pioneers hands
                                                                                        which feebly  in retrospect werent
and were more like raping and pillaging hands of pirates

  
Vedic  nothing
                    no god needs wings to appear and slain
 

1444,  Thursday,  16  7. 15

 0024,  Friday,  17  7. 15

http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/chav/hd_chav.htm

“I think of my (paintings) as dramas(he thought of his wriotings as draumas).

The shapes in the pictures are the performers . . (and) are created from the need for a group of actors who are able to move dramatically without embarrassment and execute gestures without shame(its always a great start without the degenerate mongrels of embarrassment and shame biting at ones ass).

Neither the action nor the actors can be anticipated, or described in advance. They begin as an unknown adventure in an unknown space. It is at the moment of completion that in a flash of recognition, they are seen to have the quantity and function which was intended.

Ideas and plans that existed in the mind at the start were simply the doorway(the Aldous mescaline-laced overlayed-Huxley doors of perception) through which one left the world in which they occur.” *

                                                           he thought the incandescent lit EXIT sign was an exit   but found himself entering something other instead 

perhaps  the lighted sign should have read  ENTRANCE

Rothkos ‘47 quote is delightful evidence he didnt speak around a handful of marbles in his mouth

No  he  did  not

if there were ever marbles 

                                          then before they met he must have went off like the business end of a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun  spitting lethal flame and double-aught buckshot                                   

his     characteristic     bars     of     cosmic     diffuse     color     too     frightened      to     touch     each     another

which may explain why the EXIT sign fearfully remained EXIT   but softly and subtly blinked and flinched and sighed incandescently on rare occasions   suggesting   it was something more than an EXIT 

                                                                                                                                       femininely

exquisitely feminine                                 

                                 wide-eyed doe-eyed features perfectly balanced on the axis running from its widows peak to the firm fixed point of its chin

a provocative symmetry

it seemed to him  the back of the EXIT sign could read ENTRANCE

and if he spun in circles beneath it looking up  clockwise or counterclockwise(hed recommend counterclockwise  --  to try and wrestle a lil sumptinsumptin back from Physics raw Time and Nature)

EXIT—ENTRANCE—EXIT—ENTRANCE—EXIT—ENTRANCE—EXIT—ENTRANCE—EXIT

an EXNIT—TRANCE 

                                            

                                      a beautiful symmetry of You go out You come in/You come out You go in

and the only improvement  if an improvement could be had  would be if it were a swinging door that one could shove from either side

 

no handles or hardware

its faces worn shiny by fearless hands

1412,  Friday,  10  7. 15

0047,  Thursday,  16  7. 15

* http://themodern.org/exhibition/past/declaring-space-mark-rothko-barnett-newman-lucio-fontana-yves-klein/624