The Bungled and the Botched

  

It has been given to us the human race to dream, to imagine a 'perfect' world but NOT to create one:

This constantly haunting escaping utopia.

One of the problems, maybe the main one, IS that to begin with each one of us has a different idea of a utopia so since we can't create even one let's forget about 8 billion utopias now.

To begin with LIFE ITSELF would have to be turned upside down and recreated.

You Can't have a utopia when you need to kill something to survive would it be animals or PLANTS.

Plus if you messed with plants you also mess with a whole ecological system where an awful lot of life forms are hurt.

I love the idea Neil deGrasse Tyson once brought of a life sustained by PHOTOSYNTHESIS.  

I don't think the light would mind now.

And then we gotta change completely the whole human psyche this whole Freudian Fucking Nightmare prolly starting with getting rid of Freud altogether .

It is just absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to imagine in what I have been calling forever or defective engineering.

But to some of us it has been given to dream. Some can't afford to dream as they are justly concerned about where and when their meal will come or haven't been given the basic genes to do so. Or they dream about some old superstition they have been given without asking questions.

I am almost back to my very first blog here and Jeff Bridges in the Fischer King.

You ever read any Nietzsche? Nietzsche says there's two kinds of people in the world: people who are destined for greatness like Walt Disney... and Hitler. Then there's the rest of us, he called us "the bungled and the botched." We get teased. We sometimes get close to greatness, but we never get there. We're the expendable masses. We get pushed in front of trains, take poison aspirin... get gunned down in Dairy Queens.

Not that I would consider Disney or Hitler good mind you.

I don't think there has ever been a single "GOOD" one: not Jesus, not Buddha, not anybody.

None of them have brought a permanent good change but rather the opposite : blood and violence and murderous schism. 

I have expanded before on the words of Leonard Cohen in The Future 

Give me Stalin and St. Paul

Give me Christ

Or give me Hiroshima

https://prophetofnoprofit.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-me-stalin-and-st-paul.html 

but back the the "inspiration" to all this the constant reoccurring thought wish dream of one day coming with 

AN UNDERSTANDING 

No wonder there is such a need in the human psyche to come up with an 

OLAM HA BA 

because this fucking OLAM sucks big fucking time.

this OLAM HA ZE 

But our lame attempts at creating this world to come have all the shortcomings of our nature creating just another fucked up world with just another petty dictator god with ginormous issues.

So sure, I have said all this a hundred times but sometimes I feel it is the best use of time I can do...

WISHING and HOPING in vain until there is no more wish or hope or breath in my body because after all as I have said again all the bullshit we have created for millennials about words like soul and spirit mean absolutely nothing else than BREATH / AIR. 

No more breath no more air in us and no more dreams no more hope no more anything. As far as we are concerned all has ceased to exist

in a strange way this world this cosmos ends with us, it ends when we're ending.

I don't think I can even imagine a proper utopia myself

I still love the idea of Huxley to eliminate all parental interference in procreating. That would problably eliminate so many serial killers and a fuckton of criminals to begin with.

And yeah there is a lot to be said about all life produced by photosynthesis.

I cringe every day at all these "cruel" videos of animals being killed and gored or just unnecessarily annoyed sometimes.  

The rest would require more energy than I have at the moment but bottom line also it would probably KILL all litterature and 99% of all art since 

HAPPY PEOPLE have no history and

are basically BORING AS FUCK.

 Which brings me back to another utopia/dystopia I have mentioned often

THE TIME MACHINE

A world where Eloi would live peacefully again without the Morlock but let's face it again the Eloi were also BORING AS FUCK.  So the problem it seems is our need to be entertained with drama LOL 

 anyway try to imagine
A world with no pain whatsoever, physical or emotional
a world with no war
a world where a parent never hurts a child
where a partner/lover doesn't hurt another partner/lover
a world with NO MALICE WHATSOEVER 
kindness and softness everywhere
what else could we add to this world without the utter boredom of playing harp on a fucking cloud surrounded by self-righteous pricks like us rejoicing in the eternal damnation and suffering of others, like I said we create our gods as petty and low life as us 
back to John Lennon here with NO COUNTRIES and NO RELIGION
living life in PEACE a word we don't understand whatsoever

Anyway the one good thing about this imperfect life is that 
DEATH IS THE ULTIMATE EQUALISER!  
One NEEDS an end to all this misery eventually

Over and Out for now
Dreaming is Exhausting 

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

 

Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness

Or is there such a thing now?
I always remember these words from Keith Green:
Lord Set us Free from Chains we Cannot See.
Thing is ALL OF US have chains we cannot see and how can we break them if we don't see them if
We don't even know that we have them to begin with?

Like this elephant that was tied for a while and once you remove the tie he still stands there as if the tie was still on? 

Many of these chains I see are so-called cultural like we were molded unwillingly in the zeitgeist of our nation, our language, our CULTURE.

We are basically cultivated and as much as an apple cannot decide suddenly to be a pear we are what we were molded into from a very young age sometimes even almost at the DNA level.

I see it in Quebec people, in Brits, in French people and in all possible culture and tribe I guess.

They cannot escape the mold they were shaped in and more over they don't even know they were molded. 

Some are very very proud of this mold in fact, of this chain, and get very angry at people who don't follow it with epithet like unamerican or unaustralian and what not as if the RNG of where your ancestor's sperm fell was god given or  special.

Everyday I look out and I really question free will.
Free will of getting into a drunken brawl every night? or the free will of living a life of horrendous crimes after having been raised my horrendous parents worse than animals? 
In a proper justice system sometimes it is the parents who should get the chair really.
The freedom of native nation who once were kind of free of following their tribe's superstitions but now that those have been stolen away they're left with nothing?  The freedom to not overthink when you're half-intelligent? Speaking of I was a little surprised and intrigued to learn that Nepal was the country with the lowest IQ in the world and yet ALSO the happiest country in the world. I guess they too have their own superstitions and chains though. But I mean lower than 50? Wow! 
Most low IQ would resort to crime more than often.
Anyway it comes down again to something I have expressed often: the ability to see things OBJECTIVELY , to understand more or less what is going on and what causes what. To be this Laplace Demon and KNOW! To be the all knowing all understanding being. Hard to imagine though all an all-knowing all seeing all undertanding being could be ALL GOOD whatever that word means.  

We're little more than monkeys and most of the time much more cruel and malicious than they could ever be. I mean monkeys can only dismember one of theirs one at a time. It is mind blowing though how twisted a human mind is and can be. 

What we call justification and rationalisation has no end and I don't need to watch Oppeinheimer to know.

All throughout history there has been a numberless amount of horrors committed over and over again and again and we haven't learned fuck all from it all, absolutely nothing, it is repeated every goddamn day and we shake our head and recite Lest We Forget MINDLESSLY. 

I don't see any change in the near or even distant future in the year 2525 or 3535 IF ever the self destructive human race makes it there I think good old Leonard might have been on to something here I have seen the FUTURE and it is MURDER 

It's always about TIME INNIT?

I was just listening to a little snip from Anthony Bourdain and it was talking about how people in Europe enjoy their food and  he was telling Americal to take time off and enjoy a ham sandwich and I mean REALLY ENJOY A HAM SANDWICH 

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and it brought me back to a good old memory of sometime around the summer/autumn of  1975 ??? 

Bobby Fischer World Champion  1972–1975

Café En Passant 

Incorporation Date 1973-09-07

Dissolution Date 1984-08-10

Address 3619 St. Denis St

Montreal

QC

I was spending a lot of time back then at a little café called appropriately En Passant

I was 17 years old, 6 months after my Dec 27th. 1973 show at the Montreal Forum: the Alice Cooper Billion Dollar Baby Tour with ZZ Top as an opening act with their brand new La Grange.

They had a very bohemian atmosphere at the café (it became a place called La Bohème later) and the oddest Jukebox ever with Mozart's 40th Symphonie and a lot of quiet French folksingers. I remember once playing Serge Lama's Je Suis Malada once too many and one of the customers spat the dummy and had a screaming fit basically screaming I am sick of a song that is called I am sick, I can't take it anymore lol Also when I could afford it I would order one of their famous Paté de Campagne which came in a huge basket loaded with scrumptious things. I was never a good enough chess  player to match that crowd of ruffians but I really enjoyed the place and especially the HAVEN it provided me away from rain or harsh weather and from the hellish constant atmosphere of fear I had at home.

Anyway those were the good days kind of prolly just before my drug years. I do remember being off drugs temporarily at the Alice Cooper concert: the only straight and sober in a 20,000 crowd.

But dem sandwiches were MEMORABLE.

From time immemorial, mind you these days time immemorial could have been 10 minutes ago :P 

VOILA FOR NOW 

DATES & TIME

 Tempus certainly fugit as I watch this dying blog and wonder what happened AS IF I could remember any of it.
Most of my DAYS are in a DAZE.
Listening to Wild Life (Wings) as I was free associating the lyrics a lot of political nonsense / madness in the air with the zeitgeist.
(Zeitgeist of the times would be a pleonasm right?) 

In 18th- and 19th-century German philosophy, a Zeitgeist^[1] (German pronunciation: [ˈtsaɪtɡaɪst] ^ⓘ; lit. 'spirit of the age'; capitalized in German) is an invisible agent, force, or daemon dominating the characteristics of a given epoch in world history.^[2] The term is usually associated with Georg W. F. Hegel, contrasting with Hegel's use of Volksgeist "national spirit" and Weltgeist "world-spirit".

 Since there is already an idea of time or age in the word?
Anyway not only political madness but general madness too,  COSMIC EXPONENTIAL Madness never as exposed as now with so much access to social media by the hoi polloi

and much of this polloi is just plain fucking moronic:
so many cunts with a phone that think they can bank a few pennies by stealing ideas as old as Adam.

The hubris of it all is that they call themselves CREATORS FFS

The AEROPAGUS has gone fucking mad and collapsed under the humongous weight of countless moronic cunts out there.
It could not stand the light speed and exponentiality of human idiocy, infinite stupidity is scary at best, terrifying at others.

thing is though like a good drug like a well designed video games the very few and extremely rare pearls in this galactic pile of manure is what keeps you coming back well keeps me coming back anyway.  This content creation though like the good pyramid scheme that it is HAS GOT TO COLLAPSE one day or at least I hope as I am reminded of the movie IDIOCRACY.

I prefer to call them CUNT TENTS CRITTERS myself

Vapid Empty Bimbos and so called Influencer
Just to call yourself an Influencer is a sign of severe mental illness if you ask me.

I am not the only kenophon on this planet for sure
A fuckton of empty sounds out there vapid brain dead babblers.

Anyway silent for so long and still have nothing to say
NO SOLUTION TO BRING 
Someone was saying HOPE is the thing that will KILL YOU, HOPING for a better world, a smarter world, a kinder world will drive you to the abyss of madness.

The current zeitgeist though is downright scary.
I won't be here to see it and I think I should be utterly grateful for that
( DEATH IS THE GREAT EQUALISER) 
but my hope for mankind is non existent.
the pilot light has died.

All the power plays going on are utterly insane
Religions, Nations, and Minorities have gone foaming at the mouth crazy. We have lost all sense of directions,

Was it Hemingway that said it is nearly impossible for an intelligent person to be happy?

I wish I had a bigger understanding of the zeitgeist, a greater vision of what is going on, a greater sense of what is wrong or right whatever these words mean today

But then again a greater intelligence would just drive me over the edge.

I can see myself REGRESSING day by day like 
Charlie Gordon Post Op and even at my top, even at his top, he  could not solve or save anything.
Maybe because there is NOTHING to solve or save anyway.
In the end all of this will be gone and there won't be a single memory of anything remaining of our so called EVOLUTION

And what does it matter anyway to an old boomer on his way out 

 So hush, little baby, don't you cry.
You know your daddy's bound to die. But all my trials will soon be over. 

there won't be any glory glory 
just plain normal everyday OBLIVION

all of us (all life forms) will return to the same state we had before we existed and that my friends is the sad or happy TRUTH

LIFE & TIME

 LIFE & TIME & CREATIVITY.

Listening to Bernard Adamus last album and thinking 

ça laisse à désirer
it leaves something to be desired

but then again creativity is HARD I mean the man kind of took a break and got sober and good on him but creativity is hard for everybody

I mean all of them Alanis Morrissette, James Blunt, Ani DiFDranco, even the greatest most prolific of all: VAN the Man.

This is why I admire J.D. Salinger; said what he had to say and fucked off, disappeared from the planet instead of being bled to death by so many producers, publishers and other sharks of the business.

As I am listening to Adamus he is growing on me again lol

mind you his lyrics are just as good his music has changed a little, prolly a a much needed renewal in his entourage as you do when you sober up.

But yeah all of them, John Irving and Pink Floyd and all artists.

You can't bat 1,000 every fucking time.

There is just so much a brain can come up with the rest is sad milking and stretching and abusing.

Anyway CREATIVITY is almost an obsolete word these days even though I kind of abhor the word and its religious connotations and in ex nihilis business

I rather stand with LAVOISIER on the subject

Dans la nature rien ne se crée, rien ne se perd, tout change. In nature nothing is created, nothing is lost, everything changes.

I mean there are so many who called themselves creators these days and are a fucking joke

CONTENT CREATOR
INFLUENCER
LOSER

Anyway this blog like me is slowly dying it seems

many thoughts get lost in the oblivion cosmos,

Some of them had to do with TIME and LIFE 
LIFE being TEMPORARY

and TIME well basically non-existing AFAIAC when one is dead

Dates and anniversaries marked the passing on time

but TIME ITSELF keeps PASSING 

until it passes no more or it doesn't matter much when you're a pile of ashes

And LIFE well is LIFE for you for me for the ant for the elephant

until it is not life anymore but death

not order anymore but chaos

What I feel today What I see today What I hear today
What I write and think today 

Will all be gone tomorrow

This blog for a change is written directly on the blog site

all unedited as always of course
my usual flow of consciousness of lack of thereof

I am not a writer or an artist or a musician but the thing is that for anyone bipolar manic or not the tank has to die at one point the gas runs out.

INSPIRATION is such a funny word as it contains the word SPIRIT in it,

which is nothing as I said so many times then AIR, AIR, AIR, AIR, 

Hot Air, Cold Air but Air,

No Air = No Life

Something you say also when you meditate 
INSPIRE, EXPIRE
INSPIRE, EXPIRE

INSPIRE... EXPIRE

and then ONE LAST TIME

EXPIRE 

Goodbye Time! Goodbye Life!