Under the influence

gone are the gurus . now ,we have influencers .pageant winner, writer, influencer .

they copy the drama of no country but without the skill without the literacy .. two recent streams viewed.

canned sob– disliking everything that those you dislike like … tik-toky;tick-tacky. is another form of the perfect net-alibis.

in the middle of their life in the middle of the country 20 minutes from an interstate doesn’t put you in flyover you are not in third county country .

So, what did you give the poor starving ….? ANS: f8 and a walk-on extra.

Content Contempt — free fire reins. ask yourself:would you say it ;would you do it ;would you prosecute it; would you pursue it ? You will publish it and hold yourself innocent. I just make the Ink. Make money making that Ink. I don’t pull the trigger I don’t pull the lever I’m another innocent bystander . and when they come for you I’ll have already spent my reward .

you think they’re fighting for your soul you’re wrong they’re fighting for their wallet your soul is just a smoke 

sub stack 10% scheme … The world running on fridge magnets 

Private equity, all equity by design is built upon an assumption of eliminating competition .. winner takes all and it’s not a game . Games have rules and referees .

[Purchase of snowmobiles, timeshares and furs prohibited, despite asylum seekers receiving only £9.95 a week]

“Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections
than people who are most content.” (Bob Dylan, Brownsville Girl, 1986)

SOFTER: https://www.futilitycloset.com/about/

2 pics: Walking Among

A very short post. A question in as many parts as you take it. Why did I gather these two pictures is a starting one.

Why: ask enough of yourself; always ask more. Two photographers offering distinct values.

What do they share?

[ not my pictures ]

All general knowledge, meaning that which can be used by some other, or be modified by someone to modify themself, is found in the taking X from the box and revealing it in the X from some other box.

Oops, rather page2.. I used to show, using dual projectors, comparisons of Atget and Friedlander — 4 carousels worth. Comparison, juxtapositions frequently expand awareness of why a strain of visual mind morphs.

Rem: anyone who understands Atget should realize how good Lee Friedlander is; how much more skill he has. That’s often the arc of a field.

friday: figs and chords

[A cord is a long flexible string or rope, often made of thinner pieces woven together. A chord is “three or more musical tones played together.”

how multiple meanings can multiply intent . 

The fig tree is about choices of paths .. Sylvia Plath […I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just becaus I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one they plopped to the ground at my feet….]

and, taking a break from my fig tree thinking I returned to a question about musical chords ..arriving at :

nick drake… success after death.. finding the commercial in the commercial . The time for memory selling the past .. The acoustic over automobile speakers … mechanized memory .

https://youtu.be/fBdbRoSrWr4?si=-S9K02k4Qc3OPSir

Even successful artists carry doubts. Success is never fully sustaining. Success never reduces doubt among the most creative artists.

[ often grouped with existentialist thinkers, Camus consistently rejected the existentialist label, insisting that his philosophy of the absurd was distinct from both Kierkegaard’s leap of faith and Heidegger’s ontology of Being. Instead, Camus argued that the confrontation between humanity’s “appetite for meaning” and the universe’s “unreasonable silence” constituted the absurd, which must be lived with clarity rather than resolved by appeal to transcendence ]

https://www2.hawaii.edu/~freeman/courses/phil360/16.%20Myth%20of%20Sisyphus.pdf

Camus, Albert, The Myth of Sisyphus, Translated by Justin O’Brien, Penguin Books, London (1955) ISBN 978-0-14-102399-1