================================================================ DEEP_6 OF COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY -- FILED OFF TO =scsab16b (as_it_is_said, (USA 1940's), "No Comments from the Peanut Gallery") THAT IS, FOOTNOTES (sa) TO SC_B16b -- FOLLOW: ---------------------------------------------------------- (B16b-1a) [ Oy -- Flat_foot Floogie with a Floy_Joy -Well, from Yaakov's perspective at the time, I had no doubt been the deepest depths. ] TEXT: We were learning that even anger is a very holy thing if you know when to use it. (B16b1b) (B16b1b) [ And again, this is PVK, 'moving from rage to outrage'. ] [B16b-2a] [ Yup, right now at this Camp we've got some German yuppie creep with a 50-dollar haircut including the hairdye, walking around like a creep in a ladies shawl, trying to lie his way out of a nervous breakdown, I reckon because he's running away from paying child support. Cheaper for him to pay the kids than to pay a shrink for sewing his mind back up. Hard to sin and enjoy it. At a certain point qou either got to taste the bitter dregs of self_knowlege -- Cavell said that, 'he knew the taste of self_knowlege -- it is bitter ' -- somewhere in this first book of essays, Must we Mean what we say -- or else you got to be evil, because the only way a sinner can save his ego is to be evil -- because the first steop in doing tchuva is self_abnegation, since it was the ego that done led you astray. So this creep walks around pretending to be humble and spiritual, and all it means is that he's turned himself into Schmedrik Dishrag -- he's too angry and too filled with self-pity to work for anyone, because even that would sweem to him like "the last straw" that would break what little ego he has left -- but also he won't let go of himself in true repentance, which is when you receive Divine Grace. So he can't use his ego to do anything, the only way he can still know he has an ego is by using it to manipulate people. Like, we get some really wonderful ones, and we get a sprinkling of grade A creeps -- "like sheep among wolves" said Jesus.] TEXT: All the secular teacings of the world -- do they fill you with joy or with sadness. (B16b-2b) (B16b-2b) [ Well, in general, neither. J.L. Austin said that. Let us have no more black_and_white dichotomies, "glory be to G_d for dappled things" as G.M. Hopkins said -- ] (B16b--2c) [ Well, I went to Shady Hill School, in Cambridge -- Massachusetts of course, though they do have another one in England -- and did look forward each day to going to school -- so yes, this does happen, and especially too in college -- but the public schools in the USA take such a rote approach, they never convey a gestalt, only an emd”ess digress of detao”s- ] (B16b-3d) Hold on Rasserfrass. Most secular teacing may be dull as day_old dishwater -- most religious teacing darned well is -- but it ain't evil, and it ain't Amalek. Back in the USA there used to be a Comic Cartoon called 'What to do -- Don't do it' -- It was Trotsky who wrote a pamphlet, 'What is to be Done' -- 'Don't do it' is amalek, and that is Amalek as, 'he cooled you out on the way out of Egypt' -- cooled your ardour to everday -- R. Shlomo wouold often say, Brother Devil says, you want to be religious, go ahead, whatever turns you on, only -- don't make too big a deal out of it -- a little bit on Friday eveing at the Temple of the Holy Bagel -- that was actually the Holy Blossom in Toronto -- only in galutz could you get so preposterous a name -- and then a nice little sip of Manichevity wine, but then you go home and watch Meet the Press on TV. Stay normal. (B16b-2b) [ Well, in general, neither. J.L. Austin said that. "Lets us pay less attention to 'The True and the Beautiful' and more to the dainty and the dumpy. Wittgenstein said it too, implicitly: Let us have no more black_and_white dichotomies, "glory be to G_d for dappled things" as G.M. Hopkins said -- ] Good manners with absolutely no meaning. With nothing to it. (b16b-3a) (b16b-3a) [ Cf. HIK (1016): Politeness in words and politeness in deeds are two different things. ] (b16b-3b) [ Only a good modern German can turn 'good morning' into an act of verbal aggression. Here is my WeltanSchauung, before all, kindly fit yourself into it, then you can pray to your god if you like. A good German will accost you with his 'good morning' while you are stumbling your way into the bathroom, before you even get to the stall. He may be naked in the ladies washroom, designated UInisex to keep the Gemt's clean -- the modern Germans are quite enlightened about all that, or at least the modern German men are. I'm not sure that they bother to discuss the matter with the ladies. The modern Germans are somewhat old fashioned in certain rather basic matters, eg women. When I came to this pagan land a year ago, I was reading Mark Twain's Innocents Abroad -- I had tossed it in my pack at the last moment, in a gesture of irony. ] (b16b-3c) [ And indeed, someone, subsequent to this teaching, wrote something entitled, 'This way to the gas, ladies and gentlemen.' The 'Americans' -- USA facists, more precisely -- can show a similarly atrocious euphemization of speech -- there is nothing more ghastly than USA capital punishment, so precise and proper for all concerned except the guest of honor -- but the Germans do it with old_world polish. Ok ok, I'm sorry I wrote the last two footnotes, and I sure as hell won't reread them, but -- well, they once asked Susie Harrison, is it difficult to find a job in Taos, and she said, Well, I'm been working for free for the past three years and I just got fired. So anyhow, I've hauled out trash for this Camp all summer, darned near 3 months, even getting up before dawn once a week on Trash Day, work they should have done themselves, they tell me Meshiach has my paycheck all written and signed, in his pocket, I should just wait out in the parking lot manana morning -- and I think it's about half a dozen times now that I've been treated as a one of -- more precisely, the only -- "usual suspects" -- I mean, it may been coincidence, but since the week that Sharon expelled the Jews from 'Aza -- I mean, this does take first place in the Causeless Hatred Sweepstakes -- Beilin and the Tel Aviv Faggots just hate dotim, gives them a guilty conscience -- anyhow, since that week they treat me like a dog -- less considerately, actually, I mean a nice shaggy dog does get an occasional pat and a scrap of roast beef -- ] (b16b-3d) [ Amnesty International brilliantly exploited this hypocricy, by appealing to the feigned better nature of some of the most evil men in the world, in the wording of the Urgent Action letters. ] (b16b-3e) [ The goyim often assume and say that we Israelis are rude, but that is ridiculous. Why, the very notion could only be conceived by an absolute idiot. ] (b16b-3f) [ So anyhow, there I am on my first visit to the Abode, for a R. Zalman seminar, and we are having kidish, and one of the hevies with an Islamic name -- decent enough chap -- married to a chick named Perusha -- good solid woman -- he used to cut most of the wood, with a chain saw, which is something I am afraid even to pick up -- you must always be sure that the tooth is pressed against the wood you are cutting, otherwise the blade might lever backwards at you -- he once said, If you fart at the Abode -- he meant, in one of the rooms -- you have to go around to 6 rooms to apologize -- so anyhow, he says, It's ok to be a Wino if you're Jewish. Quite so. I once was by the Bostoner Rebbe's shul in Boston -- Brookline, to be precise -- and one of the younger guys was drinking schnapps, I guess this was Simchat Torah evening -- how his eyes were glowing -- no other signs of inebriation -- Last Shabat I got so drunk on wine -- I had a full water-glass of Pinot Noir -- pleasantly sour, this must be the "wine like lemons" that I once heard of, at about the age of 16, from Dennis Purcell, in Cambridge, the son of Ed Purcell -- Ed Purcell once said, I don't see why they need to send a man to the moon, why don't they just send the eyes, and maybe the hands -- meaning, visual sensors and maybe remote tools -- they were Quakers, real ones I think -- if you want to find real Christians, you can start with the Quakers -- that I could barely walk from my Shabat table to my bed -- the distance is approximately one metter, I live in a relatively small refurbished shipping container -- on a trajectory sufficient that when I hit the edge of the bed I would fall onto if not into it -- last time I put on pyjamas I think I was 12 -- But I digress -- ] (REFERENCE b16b--3g) [ Madison Square Gardens -- Mr. Madison, ne Moishe finkelheimershcmidt, who is rather the opposite of a hep_cat, has a prefab house in Monroe New York with both a petunia patch and a dandelion alle, and on Shabat is apt to walk betwixt the too, declaiming words of Torah that he learned from Shlomo Riskin's unending enlightments on the last page of the weekly Jerusalem Post -- I mean, it is not quite possible to make the Torah boring, but Shlomo Riskin does press the envelope. ] (b16b-3h) [ Gvalt mon, we ain't talking Mardi Gras in New Orleans, zicharon l'bracha. I have never encountered any rudeness on Purim. At Modi'in, where U.S. Occupational Safety earmuffs used to be required during Kriyat Megillah, and where the minhag was that Kriyat Megillah had to be completed before midnight of erev Pesach, -- last time I was there, this was before the most recnet time when they stole my house, the first time anyone drank, more or less, was to take a glass or two at the seudah the next afternoon. ] What is the differnce between drunk drunk and holy drunk. (b16b-3i) (b16b-3i) [ Approximately 10 dollars a bottle. Ok ok, that was back in the Old Country in the Good Old Days, in Switzerland nowadays, 20 dollars. Up in Maine, the French Canadian loggers used to get drunk on Bay Rum, which is hair tonic used only by better barbers. That was in the 1940s)] (b16b-4a) TEXT: There is a Great Ware doing on, until the very last moment -- the war between good an evil. (b16b-4a) [ (Incidentally -- 'evil' -- 'the dEvil' -- get it, Kredit ) Ok, anyhow -- This is really a Zoroastrian notion. We also know it in Weirdo Christianity from the Book of St. John of Patmos the Meshugan. PVK says, Zoroastrianism was the predecessor of Judaism, Judaism is largely built on a base of Zoroastrianism. ] (b16b-4b) [ Well, that was what Jesus said, "resist ye not evil", and half the Christians including all the Germans except a "saving remnant" use that as a CYA cop_out from ethical responsibility -- So anyhow, from what do we abstain on Shabat. I say, on Shabat we abstain from tikun haOlam. Jesus said, do good to those who injure you -- I must say, I've lately found that quite a useful teaching -- they once showed the teachings of Jesus to a Zen Master, and he said, whoever wrote that was not far from Enlightenment -- and HIK says, a craving fro revenge is like a craving for poison -- I say, its ok to later zap them from ambush to square accounts -- as_it_is_said, revenge is a dish best tasted cold -- but only if you can do so for a noble cause. Like getting the SOB fired if your Uncle Fred could do his job better.] (b16b-4c) [ And that is the difference between us and the goyim. We do, they don't, as_it_is_said, "It don't do nothing, it just sets there." They go along. All the good Germans who deeply regret the Shoah. Good manners to the end -- our end. Once, flipped out on Rodos, I heard, "It is good to lose gracefully, but sometimes it is better to win -- or maybe it was, to fight -- ungracefully. ] (b16b-4d) [ And again, I say -- On Shabat we abstain from tikun haOlam ] (b16b-6a) [ PVK says, If you can really imagine something -- not merely fantasize it, but really imagine it -- then it can be true.] (b16b-8a) [ HIK said -- Cf. interview in Emergence with TIK -- homosexuality is not allowed in the SO. I assume (though apparently TIK assumed the contrary, but I don't know how she stands as a student of HIK -- though an unmatched potential resource for the teachings of PVK, having been married to him) -- he meant only male homosexulaity, I mean, who cares what the girls do while we're out hunting saber_tooth__tigers. As_it_is_said, "Two old maids, sitting in the sand, each one wishing that the other was a man, Honey let me be your salty dog" (US Folk Song), and as_it_is_said, "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle" (USA Feminist movement, 1970s), and as it is said (by me) "Everyone likes to sleep with women, from little_bitty babies to Old King David. Sleeping with men is a bit queer, though some women seem to find it periodically bearable." Some turkey, an NYC psychiatrist or psychoanalyst or psychotherapist some such quack once implied, with dismissive arrogance, that all that was passe, 'Old Hat Chap'. Mazaltov , so please call Mr. Rabbenu on his Cellphone and ask him how many Commandments we still got. ] (b16b-8b-Ref) [ REFERENCE: Obvious '747' is shorthand for 'Seven for Seven'. What the Rabbi meant by this cryptic aphorism is not now known , as_it_is_said (by Elie Weasal), 'We have forgotten the tree.' Some say , 'The Rabbi meant, a Boring 747 -- it is called a Boring 747 because the Meals match the Movies. Personally, I'd rather swim. ] (b16b-8c) [ Ezra Pound says, in the introduction to his colloquial translation of the Analects -- you can't match Pound for colloquial American English, makes Amy Lowell look loquacious, and Hart Crane like a 1920's Pissant -- "Confucious had a bathtub, and on it was written, 'New, new, Every day make it new.'" ] (b16b-8d) [ And this is that passage in Exodus, excuse me for typing it out here, 'Ayeh asher Ayeh' . PVK seems to imply, this is the Merkeva, the throne_chariot. The King does not merely sit on a throne, as they seem to say in the piyutim, the Monarchy is both eternal and in evolution. What that means, maybe only PVK knew, and the Rabbis said, Don't even think about it, slice the challah. What it does not mean, as RSC poiknts out here, is that you should check your Website to see how many mitzvot we still got today. ] TEXT: Imaignge I am talking to someone on the telephone and I think he hung up. but then I realize I wans't even talking on the telephone -- I was talking to him personally -- he was standing next to me the whole time. Something like that. (b16b-8e) [ This is a very beautiful short parable. Cf. the Prophet Muhammed, Peace be unto him -- 'Sometimes the Almighty is as close to you as the nose of your camel.'] (b16b-9a) whatever apocrpha are -- places that sell aspirin, as far as I know. And maybe condoms, for those evenings if any when she doesn't have a headache. (b16b-9b) [ Cf. a Sufi story -- this holy dude is sitting on his rooftop, in full lotus position of course, contemplating the shimmering waves that are tickling his toes, and this voice comes to him, Hey Schmendrik, get in the boat, and without opening his eyes, he says, Are you my guru, and the voice comes back, I'm your guruilla, wake up and get in the farfing boat dope, and he opens his eyes for a minute and glimpses the town drunk in a bright red_and_blue rubber kiddy_dinghy lined with copies of Playboy, and he smiles tolerantly and says thank you, but I shall wait for a call from my guru, he will never fail me, and he closes his eyes and goes back into samadhi or sartoria or whatever holy dudes do while they are waiting to be called unto their Vocation, and so a short time later he sees his guru, only the house is gone and the world too and there are only these Pearly Gates, with a little door and a sign, this way to the Poopoo Palace, Chumps, and he says to his guru, Why did you not save me, and the Guru says, Did you not see me in the Rubber Raft? Well, that was my retelling of it, I heard this from Suhrwardi Gebel in Cambridge darned near 20 years ago, when I sat there with Ciel Metoyer, I should someday have the privilege of trying to repay her some of wrong i did, and had heard variants of it before -- in Sir Wardi's version, it's his Mursshid, and we go through a shaggy dog sequence of ropes and like that, without the shlocks touches I put it -- but fuckaduck, reality can be crude -- even Jesus, who looks like a real refined dude from a lot of his pictures, hung out in bars with the drunks and the rip_off__artists, I mean the 'tax_farmers', as they were irnoically termed way back then ] (b16b-9c) [ this is the theme of many stories. by tradition, Elijah, the Prophet who heralds the coming of the Messiah, will appear as a beggar, the lowest of the low -- weird notion, we must have caught it from the Christians -- I mean, he ought to come as a nobleman, nu -- some of the hasidic dudes dug that -- . So anyhow, in one story they say, there's Elijah but you don't want to go near him -- he's one of those filthy beggars with the running sores, sitting down there by Skid Row Gate -- and so this Tourist comes back and says, there's a whole mess of them, how do I know which is Elijah the Prophet, so I can run up and embrace him just like Bill Clinton did to the leper for TV, and turn a fire hose on the rest of them, and they say, they all keep taking off their bandages to air out the pus a bit, but Elijah -- he takes off his bandages only one at a time, and then rewraps the filthy rags and takes of the next bandage, because he knows that at any minute he might be called to herald Messiah, and when the call comes, he doesn't want to lose more than an instant getting ready -- (and this is alos Jesus teaching, You know know when the bridgegroom cometh.) -- a John_the_Baptist shtick, only he goes to the L_Street Bathhouse instead of the Jordan River -- they got hot towels there -- this was back in Boston, in the good old days, about a hundred years ago, I remember it well -- everyone looks at my shaggy white beard and says, how old are you -- some of them even offer to lend me a second lower tooth -- and usually I say, 7, which is the truth, or sometimes I say, 17 -- all those occasional hardons and no idea of what to do with a one of them -- (apolgies, gentles all, but -- "lust's the least of lessers sins, for old men rue to lose it" (sa^)) -- or sometimes I say, don't rightly recollect, it varies from day to day (b16b-9d) [ So anyhow, there I was flipping out with the spring shaw at New Buffalo in 1970, the piss sculpture behind our one-room adobe starting to melt -- Susie had wanted, if she left Santa Barabar for northern New Mexico, a place of her own in Santa Fe with curtains, I dragged her to New Buffalo where she became a Lesser Kitchen Chi k -- they couldn't abide her freedom of spirit -- well, we broke up that spring -- so anyhow, t here I am on my first flipout, listening to enough voices to fill a 24-hour Talk Radio Staion, and this voice, I think for real, from Little Joe I assume -- I mean, he was my only unguru at the time -- says, Don't listen to them, listen to people. Once at an Abode Camp I thought to PVK the question, how do you tell real voices from fake voices, that is, how do you tell the voices of teachers and angels from those of "haints, spooks, and hobgobilins", Justin Case once said was what I was listrening to - - and PVK said, so this will be on tape somewhere, Abode Camp 1970s, that the real ones "don't boss you around. I say, the first test is, is whatever they're saying reasonable. If it is, you can go on to Step 2, whateer Step 2 is. ] (b16b-11a) [ The continual newness of the material world proceeds from an unconscious level ] This is PVK's point that existence is the materialized instatiation of immaterial -- 'templattes', or 'archeyptes'. PVK goes into considerable detail on this matter. (b16b-11b) [ PVK conceptualizes this is some detail. especially in a series of 'Keeping in Touch''s , ca. 1998, primarily using terminology from traditional Sufism,. On term he coins is 'the realm of all_possibilities.' Also there is 'the Treasury'. (b16b-0a) I should be greatful to the Camp Zenith TakeDown Camp, may they never upon attemptomg tp cook lunch find that I have stolen and bogarted the last 6_packs of ptit pois for having, however unwittingly -- which is the usual modus operandi of Camp Zenith -- provided me with a warm dry place with a darned good lock and a table to put my Pentium II on. By the time I'm done they should be gone, and my gratitude is transferred, sincerely this time, to the Vanzetti's. Mr. Vanzetti insulated this shack last winter, with nice pine panelling to cover it. Some Brit Twit Half_Wit quipped, "How odd of G_d to choose the Jews", to which Disraeli rejoined, "It was not odd, the Jews chose G_d." And we were both politically incorrect. I mean, you want mitzvot, we got mitzvot, help yourself, this ain't a private stash. Only maybe you should know, not to impose upon anybody's lifestyle, but: We don't steal, and we don't lie. And also we don't to 'back_biting', that means, we don't talk behind someone's back, especially not lies, because that does tend to disrupt the social fabric. We call that 'lashon hora', which means, 'raging bullshit' in USA Cowboy Slang, as_it_is_said, "Loose lips sink ships" (USA WWII slogan). Oh, and we're not cheap with a dollar either. That's the Swiss. Richard Wilbur, or maybe it was Dick Gregory, once said, "I didn't invent the nigger, you did. And now I'm giving him back to you." Cha_cha Cha, as Carl Sharager once sang. "So it goes", says Vonnegut, but to hell with Vonnegut. Aliza Artz once said, "Eli Wiesel has made a career out of being a Survivor." "I say it's spinach, and I say to hell with it." (New Yorker cartoon caption, 1930's I suppose." Oy, McCoy. In '56 I was at an AFSC WorkCamp in Matewan, West Virginia. That's where the Hatfields and the McCoys had their feud. I am an Honorary Citizen of Matewan, and an Admiral in the Tug River Navy. Tug River was the bootleggers' route. The Quakers are real Christians. So was Dorothy Day. And the Bruderhof. I I sit at my Pentium II in my imitation_pine__panelled tastefully remodelled shipping container and try to carry on. =================================================================