If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it does it make a sound?
If a tree falls in a forest and it does not make a sound is there anyone to hear it?
If a tree falls in a forest and no one can see it can anyone hear it?
If a tree falls in the forest and a person sees it but does not hear it does it make a sound?
If a tree falls in a forest and we are told about it can we then hear it?
If a tree falls in the forest can the forest hear it?
If a tree falls in the forest and it drops on someone and kills them does it make a sound?
If the last tree falls is there a forest?
If the last tree falls is there anyone to hear it?
If the forest falls will anyone make a sound?
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Defining the Philistine.
Someone who turns lack of understanding into a prejudice.
i.e. "I don't understand it therefore it can not be understood"
The Philistine is a master practitioner of solipsism, he assumes that how he thinks and feels about something, is how everybody else thinks and feels about it, and that any evidence contrary to this, is simply the product of people being too cowardly to admit their opinions and feelings. He is unaware of his bigotry.
The Philistine thinks that he knows best in almost all situations he says things like "I'm not a clever man but atleast I've got common sense", and "I don't know nothing about art but I know what I like". In short the Philistine by his very nature will allways claim knowledge and authority over something when in fact all he has is ignorance and persistence.
Though I have throughout this essay used the word he, this is not to say that a women could not be a Philistine I was merely seeking to avoid the dreaded he forward slash she.
Forward slash: /
i.e. "I don't understand it therefore it can not be understood"
The Philistine is a master practitioner of solipsism, he assumes that how he thinks and feels about something, is how everybody else thinks and feels about it, and that any evidence contrary to this, is simply the product of people being too cowardly to admit their opinions and feelings. He is unaware of his bigotry.
The Philistine thinks that he knows best in almost all situations he says things like "I'm not a clever man but atleast I've got common sense", and "I don't know nothing about art but I know what I like". In short the Philistine by his very nature will allways claim knowledge and authority over something when in fact all he has is ignorance and persistence.
Though I have throughout this essay used the word he, this is not to say that a women could not be a Philistine I was merely seeking to avoid the dreaded he forward slash she.
Forward slash: /
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Esxquisite corpsing.
Please go to the comments and continue this story which is called..................
Death Star.
p.s. you have to wait for someone else to post before you can post again.
Black whole: Chapter 1
Man walks into a bar but its nothing like that old joke he is nearly killed and then his life just begins, he start a war against drinkers he doesn't want to cure them he wants revenge he, wants to play a game of god who let everybody down, he wants to greet all good people in front of the gates of heaven and with a sneer on his face and to tell them "it is already full, sorry folks".
Change or die that was his mantra, that was what he allways said to his victims before killing them, he had them gagged they couldn't talk and he took their scilence as a request to die. Everyone requests to die at some level in their lives. Their requests are hidden in prayers, in tears, in the self abusive ways which are burried under a thick layer of fake reasons. Those requests reach him through the eye of observation and before you know it he is a part of your life giving you a last chance to change. Everyone forgets, once devil was an angel too, and he is an angel though he comes in the tortured guise of a devil he is an angel a sweet angel of mercy an angel of death........... and he says to his final victim "I shall heal you're wounds though they are self inflicted and you are undeserving, i shall heal you" but the door splintered and those men of law that flew in like a mass of black rocks thought otherwise.
Indeed, the beauty holding the scale was blindfolded. Miss justice failed to see him for what he was but labeled him for what he seemed, a psycopath without a soul. Like his victims, he too remained silent but it wasn't a request for death. It was more like the silence of a wise man who knows no matter what he says or what he does, his fate was not going to change, this cycle was not going to be broken.
Written in sytemised colloboration with Doubting wise.
Change or die that was his mantra, that was what he allways said to his victims before killing them, he had them gagged they couldn't talk and he took their scilence as a request to die. Everyone requests to die at some level in their lives. Their requests are hidden in prayers, in tears, in the self abusive ways which are burried under a thick layer of fake reasons. Those requests reach him through the eye of observation and before you know it he is a part of your life giving you a last chance to change. Everyone forgets, once devil was an angel too, and he is an angel though he comes in the tortured guise of a devil he is an angel a sweet angel of mercy an angel of death........... and he says to his final victim "I shall heal you're wounds though they are self inflicted and you are undeserving, i shall heal you" but the door splintered and those men of law that flew in like a mass of black rocks thought otherwise.
Indeed, the beauty holding the scale was blindfolded. Miss justice failed to see him for what he was but labeled him for what he seemed, a psycopath without a soul. Like his victims, he too remained silent but it wasn't a request for death. It was more like the silence of a wise man who knows no matter what he says or what he does, his fate was not going to change, this cycle was not going to be broken.
Written in sytemised colloboration with Doubting wise.
The exsquisite corpse.
The exsquisite corpse is a radical method of systemised collaboration. it was first used by the surealists in order to break down the normal functions of the creative brain. It continues to this day as the childrens game consequences. For those unfimilier with this game what does is simple, I would write a short paragraph or sentance, it could be towards the creation of a story line or a poem or even perhaps an essay, it doesn't matter. This would then be sent to a second person who would without any other comunication between the two of us continue to write it by adding another short paragraph or sentance following on from what I have allready written this in turn will then either be sent to a third person or be sent back to the first ie myself who will then continue the process.
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