Posted in Collection of Oddities, Sweet Talk the Hot Box on October 20th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he’s to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may forever tarry.
Posted in Traps and Intuitions on October 13th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
You have two groups of people. The people in group A have $1,000 each and the people in group B have $1,000,000 each. The only options available to you are to take away money from people in group B, so they each have $1,000, or to do nothing. Which would be the better course of action?
Posted in The Social Unit on September 29th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Many of a social unit’s most difficult moral questions occur at it’s physical and temporal boundaries. Those members coming to be, those members that will be, those that live among us, but aren’t full members. Who should we induct as members, how many, who should we exile, what protections do we offer them? And what do we owe the members of other social units that we so drastically affect?
Posted in The Story of Discourse on September 15th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Wittgenstein’s ladder is a one-way ladder. Climbing it is difficult but descent is impossible. Once you have reached the top, there is a popular misconception that the ladder blocks your regress by casting itself down on the ground. However, ladder cognoscenti know that the ladder is much too subtle and elegant for that. The way it works is you can mount the ladder to return to the ground, but as you start to lower yourself, the ladder moves up at the same rate. The cumulative effect is null. The ladder has borne you up, and will now bear you exactly where you are for eternity.
Posted in Traps and Intuitions on September 1st, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
“The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned from Crete had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their place, in so much that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question of things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same.”
— Plutarch, Theseus
Posted in The Social Unit on August 18th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
There is this thing that we all do together. I would like to talk about that, all collective activities: families, clubs, organizations, firms, nation states…
Posted in Re:, Reminds me of on August 11th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Posted in Demonstrations on June 16th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
That Wright is Wright and Nott is Nott
Logicians must concede.
That Nott is right and Wright is not
Four judges have decreed.
That Nott is right, and Wright is not,
We all must now agree;
Then Nott is right and Wright is Nott–
The same thing, to a t.
If Nott is Nott and Wright is Nott,
It comes without a wrench
That we have not, if not two Notts,
Five judges on the bench.
If only four, as shown before,
And three agree with Nott,
The judgment is unanimous,
And Wright’s dissent is naught.
The knot is not, is Nott not Nott?
But is Wright right, or Nott?
Is Nott not right? What right has Wright
To write that Nott is not?
He concluded, “Do I do right to write to Wright
This most unrighteous rot?”
Posted in Re:, Reminds me of on May 12th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Posted in Micro Song on April 28th, 2014 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Posted in Uncollected on September 23rd, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
When we meet
We always meet in Steve’s head.
I invite him over he says great
But has always forgotten something
Or remembered something
And so we are comfortable again
Inside his head.
Posted in Uncollected on July 1st, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Dan Pharo, King of Eygpt,
lives where motley is born.
The tackle of ornaments,
Mod yeatspeare gone.
And my line?
Fill a bucket with a hole.
Catches me on the corny.
On the weary.
if I’m the solution,
what could the problem be.
We bleed our enemies
to give them their senses,
Dan Pharo said.
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on June 3rd, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
VIII. gasped down
A. away her breath
C. panted the regular way
i. no the question
ii. he neither
iii. her see nor hear
the common strange
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on May 6th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
VII. But that for the rest
all alive very clock
over and begin
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on March 11th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
V. milk in there? Perhaps looking-milk
our four drawing room beyond
A. let’s pretend like gauze
Posted in Essaying the Outline on February 25th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
That’s W.O.G. We say WOG—wrath of God
It’s a timespender—boyful thoughts
The thoughts of youth are long thoughts
The youth of thoughts are thoughts long
And what else? Just long
Can’t else? Written: do not send me back to this world
Controler 8, we still have a Leo.
Posted in Re:, Reminds me of on February 18th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
Reminds me of … Series X, 4
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on February 11th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
IV. all my ideas about the looking-glass the other way
unless our fires smoke like our books
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on January 14th, 2013 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
III. just as if you understood
A. check! you purred among my pieces
i. half the things, kings and queens
B. I’ll be the rest
C. let’s pretend I’m a hungry hyena
i. and you’re a bone
D. let’s pretend you’re red,
i. arms folded, a model to imitate
ii. the kitten properly, good directly
Posted in Essaying the Outline on December 31st, 2012 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
The F-Shaped Whole of Swears
the dream of a bedwetter.
figure 1: the jockstrap of death
snarl, what’s a tangle?…ouch
the mania of wealth is preservation
figure 2: abrasive caffine whiskers
thinking: kiss me, please don’t kiss me
addendum (waking): Fat pants for Maria, Fat pants for Maria!
The figure of one, a bonaman
I phoenix the birds…oh, burn!
what’s the only argument for the same result?
dear Sorry I’m blanking
I once went to prom with a Bill named Tom
was like a Latin Zorro
said: “fare thee asshole to the café spiders.”
said: “pitting the ice, silver toe?”
he wrote at my feet so I could read off my shoes.
just say “Plumbago”
now think carefully, is parking lots for parking lots?
Till the –oom and –oom find gl- and d-
sama the goly host
Greek, Greek, and more Greek
her mouth was the f-shaped hole of swears
say hello to my slobbering heart
No, I just said can’chya
Posted in Uncollected on December 24th, 2012 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
I don’t care/don’t care (9)
flower of you with arrow offshot (8)
I make train the way I go (7)
those two talked, quiet on the blossom,
wise or not, of a blind spot (7)
I, error, I (6)
to gnoss is to know (6)
If you lack time, don’t (6)
I see here a trend
for the greatness you lack (6)
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on December 17th, 2012 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
II. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and the fields
A. perhaps it says, go to sleep
i. dress in green
ii. whenever the wind
B. oh, that’s, cried Alice
i. dropping the ball to clap
Posted in Essaying the Outline on December 3rd, 2012 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
No Sounds Where Fury
My colder self in duplication
colder, longer, sleeper
longer the deep
longer the water spread wide
i.i.i the vespertine
i.i.ii the were-good
i.i water and the water you don’t like
colder as bluer as downer
as a garden in fall
as the blue spiral of K
i.i. the animal skin hands
i.ii. the rusting joints
What I Know About What I’m Seeing
Posted in (or) one thing was certain, Essaying the Outline on November 19th, 2012 by buzzing wire – Be the first to comment
I. I’m going to tell you all your faults
A. number one, you squeaked
B. number two, you pulled
C. number three, you unwound the worsted
that’s three faults, you’ve not been punished