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By James M. de Laurier, November 9, 2011 at 1:28 pm Link to this comment
Mr. Fish, 11/09/2011
“The Ideal Candidate”,as in, a reflection of most
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By C, November 9, 2011 at 10:11 am Link to this comment
your little poems reminds me of a song by Tower of
Can’t stand to see the slaughter, but still I eat the
Can’t stand dishonest people, but still sometimes I
Can’t stand that air pollution, but still I drive a
Maybe them’s the reasons why things is like they are
Maybe them’s the reasons why things is like they are
By EmileZ, November 8, 2011 at 9:31 am Link to this comment
Yes, the format does make it look very much like poetry.
When I feel like a zombie, I drink a pot of coffee.
Have a nice day. I was only kidding, however I feel strongly that persecuting smokers is a sin, and a cheap and easy way for cowardly candidates to win political points.
By rumblingspire, November 8, 2011 at 12:30 am Link to this comment
i just had to google zombie consciousness, though it is not directly related to what i was imagining it is still interesting.
“Expanded Consciousness State
Twenty years later I can report that I have now experienced the space between thoughts many times, that I can often produce and prolong that expanded consciousness state, to various degrees, at will, and that from within that kind of `spaciousness’, it is clear that my ordinary consciousness, where I live 99+% of my life, is indeed zombie-like. Yet in this state of zombie consciousness, which is `normal’ for our civilization, I am generally considered an intelligent, articulate and successful person. I am, in not quite the way I believe he intended it, a living illustration of Moody’s point about zombies, viz. ‘They engage in complex behaviours, very similar to ours, but these behaviours are not accompanied by conscious experience of any sort.’ These behaviours can, unfortunately, include talking and writing about ‘awakening’ and ‘higher consciousness’, i.e. actually being in this more conscious state is a quite distinct thing from conceptualizing about it. That is, it is easier to have fantasies about being in a state of expanded consciousness rather than actually living it.
To be more precise, I am ordinarily conscious in consensus trance by normal, social standards of consciousness: internal experiences accompany most of my behaviour, often including the intellectual knowledge that I am having specific sorts of experiences—what we usually call self-consciousness. I think, I plan, I remember, I experience sensations, I experience pleasure and pain, hope and fear. So I am not a zombie in Moody’s particular use of the term. But from the perspective of the (usually fleeting but sometimes longer) state of the gap between thoughts, of ‘awakening’ in Gurdjieff’s sense (Ouspensky, 1949; Tart, 1986, 1994), my ordinary state of consciousness is zombie-like in the general pejorative sense of the term. These zombie qualities include: (a) a greatly reduced sense of aliveness and vitality; (b) a great narrowing of perspective and perception; (c) a consuming psychological identification with some small subset of my full potential; (d) reduced intelligence stemming from this narrow perspective and identification; and (e) a selfishness, a self-centredness as compared to a more open and compassionate attention to the rest of reality. “
By rumblingspire, November 7, 2011 at 9:16 pm Link to this comment
well. i guess the format makes it look like poetry. i certainly did not struggle with it as in days of old when trying to impress a girl. sorry.
i’m not sure what immorality has to do with anything in my writing. i was thinking of zombies having just watched The Walking Dead and wondering if the original conscious self was still within the zombie but without control. then i thought of myself out of control. then saw a picture of the controller.
i ain’t voting in any more phony elections anyway.
By heterochromatic, November 7, 2011 at 8:51 pm Link to this comment
—-Smoking cigarettes is not immoral.
Bad poetry however…——
cuts your gut like coral
and pains your ass near f’rever
By EmileZ, November 7, 2011 at 3:25 pm Link to this comment
Smoking cigarettes is not immoral.
Bad poetry however…
By rumblingspire, November 6, 2011 at 10:20 pm Link to this comment
1 am here
with no control
i know not to smoke
but strike the match
i see the yellow air
but rev my engine
i get the same results
with every election
i am zombie
the ideal voter
By Ronin the nautilus, November 6, 2011 at 5:19 pm Link to this comment
No MR. Fish like I have said, I have to travel through time for a while until people are ready for the future. Not one understands this, I alone possess this knowledge, and its worn thin by altering it for propaganda purposes. Politics and manipulation are dispised in dharmic practice. True story, siddhas and flickering light bulbs…When its time you will see the signs, and call me a beast. But the earth will be free and people will know liberation and true understanding, or be blinded by the light and shiver in its shadows…True story. Its important to destroy this artificial self in order to continue the great work. Believe what you want, You can deny feelings and thoughts, but sense is immediate and we will all know. Continue with your practice, I enjoyed this piesce.