You Are Only Half A Person!

 Today the Stoned Holy Blogger is in a Philosophical frame of mind. Having nothing else to occupy his time, due to the nature of being a Pop-Slop Nobody, he has chosen to withdraw, from the hugger-mugger of Human Strivings which is all that stuff that's goin' on right this Holy Beat Moment outside yir window in the crowded thouroughfares and winding country lanes which Human-Type-Creatures inhabit. Truth Be Told, there has always been that certain measure of distance between the Stoned Holy Blogger and the world of Men....& Wimmen! But, if I'm an ousider, lookin' in, well, what do I know about anything? Withdrawn & Solid Gone, maybeez, but methinks you need a Head With Wings if you wanna get a view of the whole parish! So let the Philosophising begin!

Now, I've heard it said in certain thronging Arrondisements and on bustling Waterfronts that someplace, in the Backwoods of our minds, a place seldom, if ever, visited by our consciousness, we remember being born, being squeezed into this Realm of the Living. How this affects you if yours was a Caesarian birth, I don't know but I only mention Birth for it is here my contention that We're Thrown Through Life's Gates In An Incomplete State! Whether our memory of being ejected from the womb, our struggle to enter the world (or is it merely to remain in the one we know?) colours our development in later life, I'll leave you to contemplate in a cloistered moment all to yourself, but I'm sure that you must see, that once we've pushed past those gates aforementioned, we leave the world of completeness behind and open our unknowing eyes in a world of Need & Want & Compulsion.

Shakespeare opined that "When We Are Born, We Cry That We Have Come To This World Of Fools!"
Mr.Shakespeare's poetic gifts notwithstanding, may I venture that the real reason our virgin cheeks are flushed with tears like hot lead is somewhat more prosaic! The fact that this world is peopled with fools matters not a jot to our swaddling clad selves. No, our mewlings are elicited, not by Blockheads & Numbskulls, but by the fact that now we Hunger & Desire that which is outwith us!

From the moment of our births our inventory of Wants & Needs multiplies at varying rates on a scale of anywhere between Mundane & Bizarre. From our common ambit of Food & Warmth we can end up, it seems, with somewhat ludicrous, if not outrightly grotesque demands, but I'll leave the catalogue of human Eccentricities & Foibles, Failings & Frailties, Aberrations & Perversions, Fetishes & General Wackiness for another Melancholic Stroll down  Heartbreak Boulevard!

For now, we are here to consider just one facet of our Wanting & Needing & Desiring - SEX! Just three little letters from 26 but my, how they shape most of our adult lives! Brutishly shoving past our other appetites, the Sexual Imperative can even unseat our Reason and indeed, the desire for life itself!

Herr Freud's Latency Periods notwithstanding, in childhood we may or may not experience brief vaquely comprehended visions of our adult futures, but only once the Hormonal Sluice Gates open and we are thrown headlong into the trials and testing times of the Hobbledehoy are we  really in a position to fully understand our natal shortcomings, our half-formed selfhoods! We struggle with new thoughts, new wants and new identities, motivated always by Sex - the wanting of, the needing of....and of course, the getting off!!

The Ancient Greeks thought the first humans had two heads and four limbs but as a punishment for the Sin of Pride these beings were cleaved in two by the Gods, both half being doomed to wander ceaselessly looking for the other to once again experience completeness....but never finding it! Though nowadays we would be more likely to use the vocabulary of Science rather than that of Poetry & Metaphor like the Ancients, I think you must see, Gentle Peruser of the Blogosphere, that those Greek cats knew that Nature was profligate with it's resources and cared not if you lived your life as a salivating, fuckless idiot, as long as you got just one damn chance to Shoot Your Seed and hit the DNA Bullseye with your Money Shot!! Sex then, as now, was and is, not Painless or Easy but Selfish, Belligerent, Competitive, Antagonistic, Self-Destructive, Pernicious and yes, sometimes even Fatal!....But Oh, How Good It Feels Slidin' It In!!

So Don't Snigger, Don't Laugh, When I Say That You Are Only Half A Person!  No, Don't Laugh, Don't Snigger, When I Say That You Are Always Only Ever Just One Half!! Friend, I tire of opining on these matters. Know only this, that only when you look upon yourself as half being can you truly know how to Roll the Holy Stone! Lemme Hear Ya Say YEAH! Amen!

Typewriter Fumblings & Computer Rumblings!

Just thought I'd flex my keyboard muscles somewhat and polish up on my secretarial skills with more inane Ruminations & Fulminations for you, the good People of CyberUnRealityWorld. Not quite Kerouacstyle Kickwritin on a Roll or Kelmanesque Streams of Consciousness flowing down the Great Western Roads of your Dreams but Marc Ribot & his Cubanos Postizos are jumpin outta the old media player and so the rockin vibrations are with us and I'm feelin invigorated, so let's get on our dancin shoes and go. The auspices are good and the Night is ours, I'm sure of it!

Verily, The Stonedholyblogger operates best under cover of  darkness. A virtual Back Door Man. When everybody is a-tryin to sleep, I'm out there makin ma midnight bloggin creep....& every damn, miserable, rainy morning when the rooster crows, something tells me I gots to go! Apologies to Mr. Willie Dixon but the Blogger's gotta tell it like it is! The Dark is central to the Alchemy of Rock N Roll. Whether it's Cro-Magnon Camp Fires neath the Majestic Night Sky in all it's nonlightpolluted glory, bejewelled with Studs of Fire or, in an evolutionary blink of a Monkey Man's Eye, a dingy yet cosy, intimate yet anonymous space lit sparingly, this is where the Voodoo Rhythms and Neolithic Jungle Juice can seep into your bones and light up your Body Electric! Bang, Bang, Monkey Drum, Boom-Bang! And the Night, with it's legions of unanswerable questions, is vanquished. Herein lies the Source From Whence Rock Draws it's Primal Force. Maybeez, I'm gettin Shakespearean on your ass, Gentle Reader but my Couplet Rings True, does it not.. Know it is ever thus!

Unfortunately this Magic tends not to travel well along Broadband Highways that Terminate in a Million Flickering Screens where Understimulated Minds & yet, perversely, Over-Stimulated Brains flit incessantly left & right, demanding then devouring Visual Stimuli.....but what's a Stoned Holy Preacher of Love to do?!?! 

If just one person screenstaring out there someplace in computerland is motivated to check out the Real Deal, 3-Dimensional, Mindcrack that is the Holy Flesh & Holy Blood of The StonedHolyRockinRollin Experience Thang, then all will have been Turned To The Good & Ma Typewriter Fingers will have been Vindicated! WorldWideWebbers everywhere, I cast my Electric-Message-in-a-Bottle into these vast Computer Oceans in the Hope that YOU will find it washed up amongst the Flotsam  on CyberBeaches unknown & RESPOND!!   
We Live As We Dream - Alone....but this Life Can Be A Gas.....so Strike Your Match...BOOOOOM!!

The Word is out there - The Word is L   O   V   E   !   !   !