beckoning beyonds
Confused paranoia and insensate musing, in today’s post.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
My feet hurt, as does a knee or two.
Worries abound, all sorts of existential threats present themselves daily. The neighbors are worrisome and curious, and many of them were born to foreign communists. Some hail from terribly artificial nation states whose judicial system is built around medieval religious law, like Italy. There are public defecators and licentious drunks without, a riot of noise erupts constantly, and my dog has been curiously alert and watching the western sky of late. This Russia/Ukraine thing is also noisome, but we need the Russians, just in case Earth is ever invaded by an alien army.
For the same reason, we must preserve the felid specie of Tigers – for service as shock troops on the front lines of a true world war.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Surely, the universe has never been more unsettling than at the present moment, one can sense that the gears of fate and the clockwork of dharma spin inexorably toward doom, with a state of jellyfish like psychic dissolution awaiting the human infestation. Fearfully, willingly, entering into a dark age of ignorance and intolerant barbarism simply in the name of forgetting the horrible truths of our time.
How one longs for the good old days of centuries past. Things are so much worse now than they were a mere hundred years ago, during the opening shots of the “World War,” don’t you think?
Note: One prefers referring to WW1 to as “Phase One of the second Thirty Years War.” The First World War was merely a consolidation and clearing away of the medieval system, removing the decayed Austro Hungarian, Chinese, and Turkish Imperial players from the chess board and making room for the modern big guns to step up in Phase Two.
– photo by Mitch Waxman
Alright, a hundred years back is a bad example. Let’s do two hundred years then, in… 1814…
OK, 1714… 1614… Jeez… 1514, well, let’s just say things in the present might not be as dire, loathsome, or squamous as we might believe them to be. Things could be a lot worse. An invasion fleet of alien starships could be driving asteroids at us from just beyond Mars, shelling our cities and killing the oceans. There could be bacterial analogues, born in the horrible mouldering slopes of an alien world, festering in the throats and orifices of our livestock or offspring.
Of course, were some star born army of conquerors to arrive upon the earth with lascivious or malicious intent, tiger riding Russian troops will be there to answer them.
I think that’s fairly obvious.
There are two public Newtown Creek walking tours coming up,
one in LIC, Queens and one in Greenpoint, Brooklyn.
Glittering Realms: Brooklyn’s Greenpoint with Atlas Obscura, on Saturday May 17th.
Click here for more info and ticketing.
Modern Corridor: Queen’s LIC with Brooklyn Brainery, on Sunday May 18th.
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“Public defecators”? Puleeeze. Where?
gorgetheatheist . . . innocuously incredible
May 15, 2014 at 1:29 pm
Come to Broadway in the 40’s Mr. Woodside, I’ll show you some poop.
Mitch Waxman
May 15, 2014 at 2:14 pm
This is ongoing or an isolated instance? It’s out in the open, in an alley, or behind some bushes? You just stumbled upon it maybe walking the dawg?
gorgetheatheist . . . innocuously incredible
May 15, 2014 at 10:31 pm
How’s on Broadway, in front of the 46th street station, by the Salvation Army? Or anywhere withing a two block radius of Tsigonia Paint on 43rd? Or… Tell the truth, it’s not the poop that bugs me that much as it is the insensate drunks who pass out all over the place. Hell in a hand basket Georgie.
Mitch Waxman
May 15, 2014 at 11:37 pm
Drunks “all over the place”. Crapping in front of the Salvation Army and by the entrance to the subway. Bupsi. That’s why you’ve got your camera. This phenomnon of those lay-abouts could be something big. Go to it, laddie.
georgetheatheist . . . innocuously incredible
May 16, 2014 at 8:57 am