Monday, September 2, 2013
And that french prisoner's denim shirt I used to wear for quite a long while .... I'd bought that at an army navy store, there were tons of them on the rack where I was, at least 50 of them. Those shirts were likely for people imprisoned by the french navy as the shirt had a french navy swabbie cut but without the little cloth rain shield, that's how they sewed them up, as some industrialist in France probably had got a contract for new prison wear, just to give civilian prisoners an even harder time than French naval prisoners while they stood in the rain, and the remainders were shipped off to Devil's Island, and now they'd closed those out because they were closing down the prison facility. It all comes together sometimes in a really weird line.
My Hopes Shattered Like Thin Glass
Oh hell. I got an email from Margaret today. Over the past few years, I've wasted some precious time carrying on thinking occasionally about the Ezra and Cora Williams connection, and have mighty cosmological thoughts even as recently as yesterday when I saw a spiderweb in the early morning sun stretched out from the tile roof to the wrought iron patio gate, and tried to work in string theory (which is on the verge of being discounted, too) because the way the light reflected on the filament yesterday and there were small bits of dew that could make the string vibrate a bit and shift and propel a small particle object, you see. and when spiders weave a web, they pluck the string to evenly distribute the sticky stuff. but the sticky stuff can go out elsewhere, too, small particles ... into the universe.
She wrote to me in response to my email below:
How interesting to think of the vortagraph in terms of Vermeer's mirror. I don't think there is a link here, but I could be wrong. Vermeer's use is fascinating. As for 5th dimension, even though Ouspensky had a high profile in Pound's time, and Madame Blavatsky was still a revered name, I don't recall Pound dwelling on the 4th and 5th dimensions. Time as the fourth, was always in his mind, as well as George Antheil's. But neither went out on a limb to speak of dimensions or other ways of knowing the universe. Pound did say time is not chronological and treated it that way in his writing.
Much love,
Margaret
On 9/1/2013 1:33 PM, barbara flaska wrote:
*In 1993 the physicist IGerard 't Hooft put forward the holographic principle, which explains that the information about an extra dimension is visible as a curvature in a spacetime with one fewer dimension. For example, holograms are three-dimensional pictures placed on a two-dimensional surface, which gives the image a curvature when the observer moves. Similarly, in general relativity, the fourth dimension is manifested in observable three dimensions as the curvature path of a moving infinitesimal (test) particle. Hooft has speculated that the fifth dimension is really the spacetime fabric.
She wrote to me in response to my email below:
How interesting to think of the vortagraph in terms of Vermeer's mirror. I don't think there is a link here, but I could be wrong. Vermeer's use is fascinating. As for 5th dimension, even though Ouspensky had a high profile in Pound's time, and Madame Blavatsky was still a revered name, I don't recall Pound dwelling on the 4th and 5th dimensions. Time as the fourth, was always in his mind, as well as George Antheil's. But neither went out on a limb to speak of dimensions or other ways of knowing the universe. Pound did say time is not chronological and treated it that way in his writing.
Much love,
Margaret
On 9/1/2013 1:33 PM, barbara flaska wrote:
(Nevermind that other in between stuff about poetry and art, although that's where I should really be living, and probably should have been living all along, this is kind of the nitty gritty I was driving at, but the math was far too complex for me then and even later on and most especially in 1988, because I couldn't get past my thoughts about sub-nuclear foam.Here's a great article in today's latimes on a new Telluride movie:
times on tim:
Vermeer as Conceptual predecessor to Pound's vortograph?
Didn't Vermeer do a self portrait the same way Pound et al tried with vortograph, even with a similar stance staring into the mirror (camera)?
And Pound's was shattered to show a move to the 4th dimension ... to indicate time ....
am i old hat here?
anyway, I hope you are well. we are holding our own here, I am peddling french wines now, and xxxxx has closed out the La Costa crash pad.
she's trying to get the house clean before November .... (I told her, why bother with housekeeping, after 3 years it doesn't get much worse .... a joke stolen from a naked civil servant
*In 1993 the physicist IGerard 't Hooft put forward the holographic principle, which explains that the information about an extra dimension is visible as a curvature in a spacetime with one fewer dimension. For example, holograms are three-dimensional pictures placed on a two-dimensional surface, which gives the image a curvature when the observer moves. Similarly, in general relativity, the fourth dimension is manifested in observable three dimensions as the curvature path of a moving infinitesimal (test) particle. Hooft has speculated that the fifth dimension is really the spacetime fabric.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Peter Loves Sandy
Peter was drawn to Sandy, for a variety of reasons, she was lovely!http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/SandyArcher.jpg&imgrefurl=https://missionlocal.org/2011/03/the-san-francisco-mime-troupe-commemorates-actress-sandy-archer-1938-2010/&h=1047&w=1900&sz=146&tbnid=1lfnvd1bhaJoEM:&tbnh=90&tbnw=163&zoom=1&usg=__4cCsG7-ObnDGPiwdIoml2vGJ0KQ=&docid=UAWsnpHWJnNKPM&sa=X&ei=U20jUvOPAs_YigLF-YCABQ&ved=0CCwQ9QEwAA
Saturday, August 31, 2013
BUB the SPACE DOG
The treasures and artifacts not only existed in the Library at Williams College, but they were scattered throughout the Grand House. The plastic flying saucer models, when not in use to guide the way of the saucers spinning about the universe while the space men were looking for a friendly place to make contact, would be installed in a line in a top cupboard shelf, and you'd have to pull a small ladder to get one down or stand on your tip toes if you were taller.
But in the drawer in the kitchen, the old wooden utensil drawer with a turned glass knob, was an envelope. Dr. Hopkins and I had been talking to someone, and they had mentioned something about a dog. And I asked, "Dr Hopkins has a dog?" because I'd never seen one in his house. But it turned he had a dog that was in the kitchen utensil drawer. And I said to Dr. Hopkins, "You have a dog here?" And he nodded, and said "Bub." (Bub? I wondered?) And Dr. Hopkins lead me into the kitchen and showed me where Bub lived. Which was a kitchen drawer. Well, this was interesting to me, because the dog was in an envelope, and Dr Hopkins slid out a little card holding a piece of black fur glued to it. And he held it up to me and said "Bub." Then he put it away. Well, it took me awhile, but I did discover that Bub was a REAL DOG ONCE and HAD GONE INTO FLYING SAUCERS with his owner, who was a contactee, as well. That guy whose name I forget now used to lecture about his trip into flying saucers somewhere far in the South and sell a little piece of fur from his dog Bub to the onlookers for a small bit of change. And Dr. Hopkins had one of those, and THAT has been lost now to history because he'd been foreclosed upon and had to get rid of all his personal possessions, or maybe Larry Leon found it and threw it out for the garbage men after the estate sale. But he's one of the contactees who was a visitor on the estate when Dr Hopkins held his flying saucer conventions as part of the Understanding Movement at the Claremont Hotel.
When BUB made his trip into space, it was years before Laika actually went up, so we were still ahead of the Russians back then in space research in conceptual terms even though everything had a carnival atmosphere wrapped around it.
But in the drawer in the kitchen, the old wooden utensil drawer with a turned glass knob, was an envelope. Dr. Hopkins and I had been talking to someone, and they had mentioned something about a dog. And I asked, "Dr Hopkins has a dog?" because I'd never seen one in his house. But it turned he had a dog that was in the kitchen utensil drawer. And I said to Dr. Hopkins, "You have a dog here?" And he nodded, and said "Bub." (Bub? I wondered?) And Dr. Hopkins lead me into the kitchen and showed me where Bub lived. Which was a kitchen drawer. Well, this was interesting to me, because the dog was in an envelope, and Dr Hopkins slid out a little card holding a piece of black fur glued to it. And he held it up to me and said "Bub." Then he put it away. Well, it took me awhile, but I did discover that Bub was a REAL DOG ONCE and HAD GONE INTO FLYING SAUCERS with his owner, who was a contactee, as well. That guy whose name I forget now used to lecture about his trip into flying saucers somewhere far in the South and sell a little piece of fur from his dog Bub to the onlookers for a small bit of change. And Dr. Hopkins had one of those, and THAT has been lost now to history because he'd been foreclosed upon and had to get rid of all his personal possessions, or maybe Larry Leon found it and threw it out for the garbage men after the estate sale. But he's one of the contactees who was a visitor on the estate when Dr Hopkins held his flying saucer conventions as part of the Understanding Movement at the Claremont Hotel.
When BUB made his trip into space, it was years before Laika actually went up, so we were still ahead of the Russians back then in space research in conceptual terms even though everything had a carnival atmosphere wrapped around it.
And the wimmins knew, we really knew that although Sandy was an attractive woman and Peter an attractive man, the only reason he was really truly drawn to her was so he could get to the power behind the throne and in displacing Ronnie as the love of Sandy's life, he with her help could assume complete and total control of the Mime Troupe much more quickly. And it was OBVIOUS!
He loved her passionately, he says now, a love that was never requited.
And he even kind of tried that with me once, and I was a nobody with that early Los Olivos thing. Way back then! I was talking about a musician I'd had a crush on when I saw a kid (Peter would give me an encouraging smile) and how I'd actually ended up dating him eventually (Peter drew closer to me pretending interest in my story, and Peter was an attractive guy then and I was beginning to succumb to his wiles), and but after a few outings with him, all I ended up liking about that guy was the color of his car (which was kind of turquoise) so I'd describe to Peter how I'd actually liked the color of the guy's car (and Peter drew closer to me) and I would break the spell: "So he has a cool little turquoise sportscar to fart around the freeways in ... just fart fart fart right down the autobahn und ausweys ... " and Peter would pull back and turn his attention to another.
I was a nobody back then with that early Los Olivos thing, as were we all. But Sandy and I both spurned Peter's advances.
He loved her passionately, he says now, a love that was never requited.
And he even kind of tried that with me once, and I was a nobody with that early Los Olivos thing. Way back then! I was talking about a musician I'd had a crush on when I saw a kid (Peter would give me an encouraging smile) and how I'd actually ended up dating him eventually (Peter drew closer to me pretending interest in my story, and Peter was an attractive guy then and I was beginning to succumb to his wiles), and but after a few outings with him, all I ended up liking about that guy was the color of his car (which was kind of turquoise) so I'd describe to Peter how I'd actually liked the color of the guy's car (and Peter drew closer to me) and I would break the spell: "So he has a cool little turquoise sportscar to fart around the freeways in ... just fart fart fart right down the autobahn und ausweys ... " and Peter would pull back and turn his attention to another.
I was a nobody back then with that early Los Olivos thing, as were we all. But Sandy and I both spurned Peter's advances.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
It wouldn't be a real draft card that the little puppet cut up. OH NO! He was too gentle and kind to ever go to a war and do those kinds of things. He held up a big cardboard draft card and another puppet would come in with a pair of scissors from the side curtain and cut it up, just slice through it sometimes. And that other little puppet was gentle, too, you see, he was small and gentle and if he had been a real person cutting up a draft card, he would have been beaten with sticks and taken off to jail. But if the little gentle puppets did it in spite of being afraid of the consequences, (and the draft card and scissors would shake sometimes to indicate that fear), that means we could do it, too. Othertimes, it would be a jagged snip, snip, snip as a different script revised to meet current events and new theatrical situations rolled out onstage.
When the early Mime Troupe did the anti-war thing, when Reagan was governor of California, the puppet held a "ray-gun" now. I still liked those smaller shows at Provo Park. (This is a gentle little troupe, even the puppet shouldn't hold a ray-gun, so another puppet would burst out from the curtain with a little stick and not hit the other puppet, because that was wrong to hit people, but knock the ray-gun out of the other puppet's hand after a slight fencing duel between them.)
Did I ever tell you about the Acid Test I went to during that early period? This was during the Mime Troupe time. I was carried there in a car, and they were showing films of young farmers milking rattle snakes, squeezing the venom into a small bowl, and how to transfer the venom through lab sphincters and funnels like zerfs into Erlenmeyer flasks and maybe there was a shot of a bunson burner going with a Florence flask bubbling .... I was so proud, because I had once spoken to Owsley once upon a time about how rare rattlesnake venom was becoming. And a band was playing somewhere in the room. My friend who had inherited the large cottage from Sandy and Ronnie had carried me there, and hauled me out before I drank the punch. She's always rescuing me from weird situations where I'm approaching the edge of an abyss that might collapse under my feet and pull me in. She's the one who drove the car and carried me away from the theater showing in Santa Monica, at an underground theater when Mick and I were watching the movie with the Nazi leather boys. Whew! Close ones! Those were close ones!
But that film of the guy milking the snake! I recognized him! He was the same guy who led me to Owsley's front door back in 1964 when I was first in Berkeley, and we'd stopped along the way in a field to smell wild fennel and look at the tall marsh wild flowers, and the girls would skip and dance, it was a field in Richmond near the marsh and I believe we'd had to cross railroad tracks to get there. He was one of the original pranksters in Berkeley back then .... back then I wore a red white and blue rugby shirt with a starchy white collar, and they would eventually get some, too. We scoured Berkeley stores together, one got a college guys rugby shirt that was a little more serious looking with darker more subdued colors, but they were still rugby shirts ... all of them .... and red white and blue essentially .... they'd got on an old schoolbus, which I believe was grey in color back then, and left from a parking lot in Berkeley, and another friend showed me the spot where the bus had been parked. So I waved "bye bye".
Did I ever tell you about the Acid Test I went to during that early period? This was during the Mime Troupe time. I was carried there in a car, and they were showing films of young farmers milking rattle snakes, squeezing the venom into a small bowl, and how to transfer the venom through lab sphincters and funnels like zerfs into Erlenmeyer flasks and maybe there was a shot of a bunson burner going with a Florence flask bubbling .... I was so proud, because I had once spoken to Owsley once upon a time about how rare rattlesnake venom was becoming. And a band was playing somewhere in the room. My friend who had inherited the large cottage from Sandy and Ronnie had carried me there, and hauled me out before I drank the punch. She's always rescuing me from weird situations where I'm approaching the edge of an abyss that might collapse under my feet and pull me in. She's the one who drove the car and carried me away from the theater showing in Santa Monica, at an underground theater when Mick and I were watching the movie with the Nazi leather boys. Whew! Close ones! Those were close ones!
But that film of the guy milking the snake! I recognized him! He was the same guy who led me to Owsley's front door back in 1964 when I was first in Berkeley, and we'd stopped along the way in a field to smell wild fennel and look at the tall marsh wild flowers, and the girls would skip and dance, it was a field in Richmond near the marsh and I believe we'd had to cross railroad tracks to get there. He was one of the original pranksters in Berkeley back then .... back then I wore a red white and blue rugby shirt with a starchy white collar, and they would eventually get some, too. We scoured Berkeley stores together, one got a college guys rugby shirt that was a little more serious looking with darker more subdued colors, but they were still rugby shirts ... all of them .... and red white and blue essentially .... they'd got on an old schoolbus, which I believe was grey in color back then, and left from a parking lot in Berkeley, and another friend showed me the spot where the bus had been parked. So I waved "bye bye".