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Wise King Taken by the Foolish Oneessay no. 15 Promoting my Own Works, plus a Fun Poem and Hopes for the Best...Dan Plonsey Keywords: cut-outs, wife's birthday
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Or, in other words, yeah, yeah, yeah; blah, blah, blah; whatever; you M-----F---ers; but if anyone wants to read some writing that's pertinent to this time in history and the Human Conditioner and all that, instead of this infinitely banal conjecture, then let 'em do it. I refer you to a selection of essays written upon the image of "The Wise King Taken by the Foolish One, of which this is part.
All to be followed by a thoroughly triumphal march and processional, a definite tuning-out of and turning away from, as I said, the banal, in favor of extending an invitation to the truly sacred, as well as to the truly profane, and to the hybrid which is ex machina (being the best we can likely hope for, and at the very last moment too). An invitation to exist, first, and second, to enter our little World.
Tomorrow is my wife's birthday, and I love her, so off to sleep, my friends.
-- Dan Plonsey, October 30, 2001, El Cerrito, California
I hate to break it to you, but the roses are out. There's even a good chance of a change for the better, worldwide, a big one even. But this will require the making or having of a realization by most of humanity. And is this possible? Is evolution possible on a very very short time scale? Or need we turn to something less Darwinian? Does evolution ever occur on such a time scale (single generation), or must it be so incremental, in units so small as to recede into random fluctuations in universal attitudes?
If people, as a group, can figure something out, how well can they retain this knowledge? How clearly, and for how long? Judging by the single-generational corruption of all revelation, we ought not to be overly optimistic...
Around each and every thing, each solid object, there are a series of concentric circles, or halos. You have only to close your eyes tightly to see. And opening them, neon copies of real things appear - out of registration and slipping further as you watch - from the "real" thing. This means that you may realize that you can "trust" either of the two superimposed images: the real or the halo - to place the object - and all surrounding reality - either "here" or "there" - depending upon which of your visual apparati you choose to utilize. And from this observation, you may conclude that reality itself is placed arbitrarily in one unknowable place, unfindable, lost... Could be anywhere.
And you could also make a recording of yourself listening to your own commercial radio broadcast and talking and puffing and coughing, and singing along in anticipation, or oblivious to your recorded self, perhaps you are practicing for your upcoming recording session...
Last night, or the one before that, I dreamed that I was doing some fantastic improvised music, down to dragging a classroom chair/desk around (the venue was a crowded classroom), squeaking and creaking, making some truly evocative daxophonic sounds which took everyone by surprise. Everyone was milling about: musicians, audience, desks - like an overcrowded bumper cars situation. And the music was great! Afterwards, though, one dissenting voice was heard: two men sitting together, one leans towards the other and in my earshot accuses me of being faker, charlatan, unable to play or write, but then his companion says, "No, that's Dan Plonsey, you know; he..." Just as I was going to have to say something in my own defense. I've got a defender, from the outside, someone I don't even know, but who I have reached as an artist, in that anonymous way... (Every musician: over the years, many people see you, and most are touched in some way, perhaps not realizing it at the time, or perhaps forgetting for a while, but the touch reaches on...)
Suddenly, there are three of us in a car, and then four! And we're family! These aren't cousins, these are my kids! Amazing! We're taking over the world! We're breeding like crazy! Maybe I'm almost about to take over the planet, if you consider the secondary and tertiary influence I've had/am having: every audience member reflects (involuntarily) the original light in great veracity and nearly undiminished power.
-- Dan Plonsey, November, 2001,
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