In Various Voices

Poetry and various maunderings

Name:
Location: Phoenix, Oregon, United States

Vietnam vet with PTSD and epilepsy, currently awaiting Social Insecurity, also shot back. You can find another blog at livejournal.com, username oregonnerd. You can find a poetry manuscript of mine under Glenn Charles at writing.borngraphics.com

Saturday, October 23, 2004

changes

Changes which are anticipated are easier to handle than those which are unexpected, supposedly. However, moving within a set course to a suspected end presents problems of its own. Glenn

Monday, October 18, 2004

reflections

Odd to be doing this here; my main blog, as noted, is elsewhere. I need to get going again on Mail Order Blues; it seems it would be appropriate to create a blog for it and post the damned thing; probably here rather than LJ because of the support here for various things like paragraphs. I'm also oregonnerd at LiveJournal, take it from there. Reflections: I have just inserted my theories into the sociological community. Just a few, and those which are pretty well indisputable given current theory structure...and the insertions (at the first developmental stage of society, mind--and, yes, they're hypotheses not theories, I've blown it yet again...) uncontrollably change the perception of the further developments. Some things which are 'intrinsic to human character' turn out to be mere social additions, supported by language, lingually-oriented linear consciousness and resultant stratification supported by rituals. Stasis is 'unnatural'; it requires constant use of energy (geologically, such energy is represented by things like hills and other geographic features). A closed system consists of a kind of stasis. Given that energy is treated as information, and economic statements (money) are treated as information, an interesting model can result. Do I have the right to do this? But then guilt beckons, after and before. This society is insane, because it is suicidal. It possesses weapons of mass destruction (actually, potential biosphere destruction) and continually poisons the environment, massively--and has done so since 1500, mind, sulphuric acid is quite deadly and is the result of burning coal. Before that, the pollution can more or less be regarded as inconsequential. Not enough people. With the overpopulation trend resulting from infant mortality (the current trend basically resultant from the plague, mind), that quickly changed once the stats on infant deaths were changed. And cities are the only structure we have for containing large masses of people, because of a centralized-authority and -structure assumption intrinsic to our social structure. Capitalism and communism in the real world equate to one thing: socialism, which doesn't work. See Ursula K. LeGuin The Dispossessed. See Camus, particularly Notebooks. See Wells. (See Pope, but he was paranoid.) etc. A change needs to be seeded. And thus. Glenn

Saturday, October 16, 2004

And yet another transformation

It seems wise to begin again using this blog. Perhaps I should even add personal notes, although I generally find them quite boring; I have, that is, a boring life but quite interesting thoughts. Oddly enough, other people seem to think so too. The primary blog I keep is at LiveJournal.com and most probably anyone could figure my username there; it's rather unique, and it's a basically apt description of me. Bookish, retiring, all that; I have stayed out of the publication end of writing for...let's see...1978...26 years? and have finished my penance for receiving back truly bad poetry. I also could use this for a portion of my poetry that relies on formatting, although I feel the experience on LiveJournal has been salutary in that I've found said formatting is a bit extraneous. It's one of the form/function (form/content) things; anything which is form which doesn't add to function/content...is probably extraneous; lo and behold, the loss was much less than critical--with most. There are the 'poems in three voices' which absolutely require space formatting. Whatever. A note for the day. Glenn