"The Lust Herald" ~ Morning Wood Social New's * [A klew]

~ Types of Christian Chant ~

Ambrosian Chant
Gallican Chant
Gregorian Chant
Mozarabic Chant
Old Roman Chant
Sarum Chant
Armenian Chant
Byzantine Chant
Coptic Chant
Ethiopian Chant
Russian Chant
Syrian Chant

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[Pssst! John! Did I get that right?! Tell Chris
To fly by sometime. I told him you'd
Show him around. So
Did you?]

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But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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To a non-sighted person ~ introduced me
To the many
Possibilities of alternate narratives…

[Funding declined]

Okey dokey.
Sure, whatever.

Mum’s? Got
Milk?

*

Trompe L’ Oeil

On examining the origin of the species,
I find me slipping down the slope,
Into my stomach,
With a pang of nausea that I can’t throw off
And convulsions run through my legs
Stopping at the juncture with only the feeling
Of one
Folded tulip without a bee to sting.
The words
Become repeated organizations of patterns already
Noted.
And the echo bores me to hell.
I need a fork in the road to open this juncture
Of one folded tulip.
But already
The bee menaces
A sting without a cry, and the silence echoes
Not.
But this stillness lasts only a measurable second
Before time gets lost again.

After noting
The lost
Expression, I realized it was you.
Again.

At the edge
Of two planes, ambivalence quenches my
Original intention of non-objective space. More
On concept that precept, and furthermore,
On significant differing heights,
Lies the juxtaposition of two superimpositions.

Meeting the edge
Between floor and wall,
Gave me limited scope
Of the pliable material
Forming contrasting
Angles of stretched straight lines.
For curves,
I used dried leaves
And plagiarized the rest.
Consistent values turned toward

Reception…

She was clearly well acquainted
With confining resistance of spatial
Discordancy.
A residential setting represented the kitchen,
Directed light of similar
Shapes. By giving me the objective
Of indubitable precursors, I neatly reversed
The influence of the latter. She recounted the steps
By which she arrived. Still, I needed more
Pliable
Material, and I was not content with such limited means,
Which gave me such limited scope.

Consequently,
It was with stretched threads and curved wires
That I coined my turned phrases
And composed
The elements of space…

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Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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In my desperate attempt
To free my objectivity, I composed a picture
Of pure
Invention.
They were no longer specifically
Associational nor did they distinguish or resolved
The spatial ambivalence of cubism.

But it was
A wonderful period. You walk for miles,
And you could even sit on the grass
And eat.
But putatively common was the writing of the catalogue,
Comparatively conservative
And nonspecifically associative.

There are no good restaurants on this side of town.

Described in a landscape of simplified forms
Away from the people, she delineates her theoretical
Would. But prosthetic devices designed
The intention, and she down to converse
With me.

Color and texture
And exaggeration of modernism concluded
Our masterwork, and her school was adjourned
For the day. Too impressive a novice
She read me well. But the model was memorable
And had itself
Dispelled real space…
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows.
But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo

I was not content with such limited means,
Which gave me such limited scope.

Consequently,
It was with stretched threads and curved wires
That I coined my turned phrases
And composed
The elements of space…

In my desperate attempt
To free my objectivity, I composed a picture
Of pure
Invention.
They were no longer specifically
Associational nor did they distinguish or resolved
The spatial ambivalence of cubism.

But it was
A wonderful period. You walk for miles,
And you could even sit on the grass
And eat.
But putatively common was the writing of the catalogue,
Comparatively conservative
And nonspecifically associative.

There are no good restaurants on this side of town.

Described in a landscape of simplified forms
Away from the people, she delineates her theoretical
Would. But prosthetic devices designed
The intention, and she down to converse
With me.

Color and texture
And exaggeration of modernism concluded
Our masterwork, and her school was adjourned
For the day. Too impressive a novice
She read me well. But the model was memorable
And had itself
Dispelled real space.
We must conclude
The movements achieved were virtually unknown.
But the steps recounted
The influence of the latter, and we were obviously
Well acquainted.
Consistent values echoed
Throughout and stretched across curved wire.

And we were
Composing the elements of space.

Novice not am I.

My constructivist concern for abiding allegiance
Resolved the spatial ambivalence.

O, but it was a wonderful
Period!

Manipulating the expected
With nothing
To resolve,
Thus avoiding spatial consistency.
I needed more pliable
Material.
Extended dedication
Unearthing artistic probity formed a chapter

Of inhabiting space.

Though still non-referential,
It was a delightful picture indeed. And because
They concorded so completely,
The situation was already flamblatent.
The cellar shook
And the rafters flinched
And the goal of forming a work so unequivocally

Non-objective

Made the situation exact. Yet in space
They exist as reality.

An exuberant novice belies the fact
Of a stretched, but taught, effect of tension relieved.

They became more carried as the years
Went on,
And the pictures landscaped beyond.
The admission
Was made in a five-fingered version of one framed
Partition with a view longer known.
In the same way mysterious to relieve the bareness
Of the mood that projects
Is beyond the player. Yet enhanced by the darkness
And vibrancy.

Lacking the inwardness
And reliving the banal, the resonance flickers
A symmetrical disposition of patterns and pigments
Creating a model of collective
Solitaire supposedly inherent in the opposing positions
Of you and me.
With one or two things added
To relive the bareness of the wall.
A photographic
Parody of little distraction of well-defined
Creations of pictures themselves. Relying
No doubt on the fact.

And so
It was the subject, moreover, through activity
That opposed positions in play
Were clearly
Belying the facts.
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Twittering One wrote:
*

"What if the space of the universe is inflating
Faster than the speed of light?
Having its horizon expanding faster than light means the universe
Is black."
~ Merryvale



That certainly is one solution to Olber's Paradox.


Double-A

Hi witty,and Double-A If light can't get out of the Universe because
space is inflating to fast than we are inside a black hole. In a black
hole its gravity is to strong. This proves that accelerated speed,and
gravity are equivalent. No reason why space can't expand faster
than a photon,for it does not have the same physics that SR implies to a
particle. Bert

G=EMC^2 Glazier wrote:
Hi witty,and Double-A If light can't get out of the Universe because
space is inflating to fast than we are inside a black hole. In a
black
hole its gravity is to strong.
[snip]

This brings up another paradox similar to Olber's. If the gravity is
so strong, then why don't we all have infinite inertia, and why isn't
time here dilated to a standstill? If this is true, then things
outside the edge of our visible universe must be moving at a time rate
that is infinitely fast!

Double-A

Hi Double-A If the universe was deflating(big crunch) in the
end(falling back to its starting spacetime) it would end up with
infinite inertia,or gravity(both are the same thing) A singularity(core
of a BH) must achieve infinite inertia after absorbing about a trillion
sun masses. That is when the BH horizon collapses into its core(I call
this a BH critical mass point) this creates an implosion explosion,we
call this event a BB,and a new universe is born,and gravity after 22
billion years will evolve it into what we see today. My thoughts keep
telling me to type this to you. When a BH event horizon becomes a
perfect circle it will collapse. Seems Einstien wants me to throw that
in (go figure) Bert

"G=EMC^2 Glazier" wrote in message
...
Hi Double-A If the universe was deflating(big crunch) in the
end(falling back to its starting spacetime) it would end up with
infinite inertia,or gravity(both are the same thing) A singularity(core
of a BH) must achieve infinite inertia after absorbing about a trillion
sun masses. That is when the BH horizon collapses into its core(I call
this a BH critical mass point) this creates an implosion explosion,we
call this event a BB,and a new universe is born,and gravity after 22
billion years will evolve it into what we see today. My thoughts keep
telling me to type this to you. When a BH event horizon becomes a
perfect circle it will collapse.

Seems Einstien wants me to throw that
in (go figure) Bert

Einstein is spinning in his grave.