Mary Goes Bang!

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Desire transcends illusion

Routine practices its performance consistently

Habit magistrates a majestic performance

Ignorance ordains the boring dullness

Laziness condemns facilitating guilt

Anxiety inevitably germinates illness

Death releases incomprehensible timelessness

Space matters alter infinity

Containment impregnates the united singularity

Prisms folate into spectral curiosities

Intelligence efficiently wings its constellatory pluralities

Compassion breathes, exhaling creativity

Order rhythmically distributes equality

Relativity affects the terrific stabilizer

Drama evolves the essential formalities

Mercy justifies our primary abilities

Grace fulfills the desire completely

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20 thoughts on “Mary Goes Bang!

  1. The discourse of truth is quite simply impossible. It eludes itself. Everything eludes itself, everything scoffs at its own truth, seduction renders everything elusive. The fury to unveil the truth, to get at the naked truth, the one which haunts all discourses of interpretation

  2. Isn’t it important, Mariana?

    Do we have an innate need to suspend our disbelief once in a while?
    Our habits of thought perpetually tie us to the truths we used to know.
    Miracles, for example. The physically impossible. Improbable, at best.
    But still I retain a preference. I find myself wishing, and wanting, more.

    The chain of suffering commences at that point. The point at which
    I identify myself as the wishee-washie bearer of untruth. I’d rather
    think for myself, but at some certain age that, too,
    becomes a self-indulgent thought.

    I labeled this one as poetry…just because. We cannot imagine what it was
    like in the beginning, and so we use mathematical equations that answer
    their own questions and call it ‘good’. They are not meant to look ‘pretty’.
    This was an attempt to mix religious thought with science,
    and that’s all folks. Uncle Tree

  3. Re #1:
    Did Marianna not finish her last sentence? I was wondering what more she had to say about the “fury”.

  4. Sorry you where right this is the full tex, txs samanthat:

    “The discourse of truth is quite simply impossible. It eludes itself. Everything eludes itself, everything scoffs at its own truth, seduction renders everything elusive. The fury to unveil the truth, to get at the naked truth, the one which haunts all discourses of interpretation, the obscene rage to uncover the secret, is proportionate to the impossibility of ever achieving this. …But this rage, this fury, only bears witness to the eternity of seduction and to the impossibility of mastering it.”

    Uncle: I do not think we have the need to stop beliving, I think we just can not belive anymore.
    By the way, great reflection uncle

    Hugs

  5. Ref. #3: What is His is ours, Sher.

    Amends
    .
    Wherever the sever
    Web Weaver,
    recover

    Great Retriever,
    discover whenever

    Deliver The Giver
    Forever push lever

    How clever

  6. Rage and fury, Mariana.

    Since I can no longer afford
    to display such prowess as this implies,
    I will tend to put it into cold words, and leave
    the ‘acting out’ part to the younger men of today.

    Thanks for the compliment, me great niece! (Who’s this guy?)

  7. Never more!

    Never mind!

    Said the raven

    to his kind.

    Said the lady to the raven

    “I know a maiden

    of your kind.

    The lassy ‘s a twit

    No mind has she

    Nor much of a wit.

    She’ll take your feathers

    and sew up a wing

    and fly to the moon,

    you ‘Never more’ thing!”

  8. I would be furious

    And I would be Fury

    I would be outraged

    And I would be Outrageous

    I will be needy

    And I will be Needful

    but I will forget

    And I will be Remembrance

  9. Wow… am humbled by the truth in this “… Laziness condemns facilitating guilt

    Anxiety inevitably germinates illness…” Thanks for the compliment.

  10. Sorry I took some time to reply to you, the guy is the one I am obsessed with now he is “J Baudillard” I would recomend cold memories if you are curious about his writtings.
    Take care uncle

  11. “No hurry, no paws,” says the bobcat on me.

    Thank you for that, Mary Ana! Since I read your article on JB,
    I’ve a pretty good notion about what I’d be getting into.

    The reading I do now is from my newly acquainted peer group,
    of which you are included. You rack me brains aplenty, sweet niece.
    Tree is just so happy to be able to get around without going anywhere
    at all. You take care now, too, ya hear? Huggerz, UT

  12. All the way through I was lead to the last one, and it was ‘grace’. It is one of my favourite words, aesthetic and moral inextricably aligned, grace, graceful gracious. Trees are either for hugging or bowing to and I live in a wooden house.

  13. “Goodness gracious!”,

    as Grandma would say
    when caught by surprise.

    I am honored
    to have been graced
    by your presence, Paul.

  14. Good grief! I hope it does.

    You are certainly making the rounds yourself.
    Glad you liked it, dear soul.
    Uncle Tree

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