This series of psy-ops on the public mind has different
foci, some like CERN are artifacts, or Obelisks everywhere in D.C. and NYC.
Others are planned events as when media joins orb watchers to report windmills
and Don Quixote must come flying with spear in hand. All are image echoing,
Werther Effects to produce compliance by means of forced middle choice.
This involves Images philosophical paradigms like the golden age to
to tell a story in images or eidola that the subjects don't object and
grant TACIT PERMISSION TO HAVE BEEN GRANTED, allowing programmed cognition of
public memes. This demonstrates the control of the body politic of the masses.
Every epic must be read in this way illiterately.
You get the drift. This Dante Futurum is a fiction demolition of that academic
system which got out just before the virus hit and hadn’t been spun or
transformed linearly when Euclidean space was subjected to slight. This
intellectual web is like a Netflix managing director at Thiel Capital, the
Evergreen king, and the doped psychologist Peterman, all them hopped up
intellects, except for discovery of the mouse telomere failed late. It is
Laocoön Revisited, picked now from an interest in the vernal description of
some painting as if the Bosch and Breughel ekphrasis wokes
of art convert all repetition, echo, and progression to simultaneity. To make
the poem like the sculpture transcending to the circular and metaphorical
bending, linear to circular considered superior and unbound from stasis to
unending movement, this circularizing the linear of the famous Chinese jar
still moving in its stillness, mere idea, not felt, that will turn and will be
forever still” sums up a Natsar’s place in the world from first to further
rest. A hundred repetitions in action/no action of invention, those sculptures
fall in the fire and fuse with the shelf. Then understand when Zarathustra came
to that Pied Cow town founded by Bosch many folk in the market-place wanted
Uberman so there he bode, couched in the principles of the uncanny and strange
everyday.
Pied Cow is bounded on all sides by wilderness, the ocean and forest of that
rooted world of grasshoppers and torrid summers, arctic winters and epidemics,
wars of the original Massachusetts Bay or Botany Bay adjusted of course by the
errand of Uberman, the subfornical necessities of speech to this Pied Cow
POPulation. All live together in the Pied Cow Now fables that point to
the truth. We might imagine these studies of indigenous society and families as
populars in a naïve anthropology, but these are fables from within, not dropped
off from above, or parachuted in from outside. While we say people are more
complicated than cows, since they invent fairy tales, those who have not been a
cow cannot know for sure. And if you are a cow how can you be a man? Thus
the fables tell the complications put on us from above by the herdsman, who if
he is not a cow of the herd, how can he be in our analogy a man of the earth?
No point asking what the herdsman is unless you know the cow. There’s a rub if
all these complications are indoctrinated from outside society, like a
Zarathustra coming down from his mountain to live in Pied Cow and tell them
what is there. As if we who go chasing our tails around the maze of these
thoughts planted to confuse shall hear objections from those who refuse that we
are really simple beings compared to cows in this, but these are fables that
point to the truth. None of them are true in a literal sense.
