We Are Still Living in Nixon’s Paranoid America—and It’s Killing Us

We are all prisoners of history. Sometimes, as the Cold War novelist Dan Fesperman explained on Keen On about life in East Germany, we are locked inside a Stasi-like web of secrets and lies. And sometimes, as the Northwestern University historian Kevin Boyle argued this week about the politics of contemporary America, we are imprisoned […]

We Are Still Living in Nixon’s Paranoid America—and It’s Killing Us


Imaginary infinitum and the source-less electric within, the chances of that which is within meeting with that which is outside of us: the odds of happening upon something that you cannot compensate or adapt to is almost impossible. The differences in the conditions for perspective sense and the need for personal indicative and timing. The distances beyond thought or intention, the assurances of impossibility and the actuality of infinitum. That which is within being met with something that is without: a separate and innate  field, that is imaginary and infinite, that can transpose source-less electric to the medium of thought…The actuality of eternity and imaginary space, the distance beyond any actual interest and the differences in immediacy and actual being. Instinct and imagination, the ways in which infinitum and (even imaginary) eternity must influence the ways in which we experience the world around us, and our capabilities in absorbing information from the environments we are in: ‘we are only met with circumstances we can handle,’ (Bruner, Goodnow & Austen, A Study of Thinking, 1966) some part of me is already prepared for any environmental influence. Without the idea of infinitum, its almost impossible to freely adapt, and to evolve means an infinitum of possibilities in change and chance movement and growth. While everything could seem to be connected in the idea that we all evolved from and continue evolving to the same place, (why would we be evolving back to the same place, sans infinitum, back to the ameboid, that Gaia theory wholism gone haywire nonsense) the variation necessary to timing and nature are chaotic unto infinitum as well, and connectivity or continuation cannot be decided, nor assumed: especially based on specific instances of isolated cases that will never actually apply to any underlying principles in nature and or natural systems. Time scaling for the spiraling coils that keep passing by each other, that stretch out beyond any imagining, to infinitum, which continually pass by similar points in timing, forming curve and dimension, remembering similarity and working always toward more individuality. Imagining time a coil or spiral, a closed enough spring to almost rub at the parts that would have been passed by before were an object traversing the shapeliness of the metal. Humming along a spiraling, wobbling path…senescence imagined in the recognizing of timing in nature, in the possibilities of underlying formulate which predicts events with instinct and imagination. Underlying time…frame…in…a…spiral…the predispositions of shapeliness in nature, the conditions of impossibility and the need for pattern. (pattern (is) need for random,  not necessarily chaotic, information)


To the masses of atmosphere coalescing in the earth to conform and confront a new shapeliness that’s always existed:

The guessing for mental and imaginary event and the supposed limits of thoughtlessness in free thought and wonderment, the need for sameness and the imagining of newness, no matter is created nor destroyed, this all existed but these differences in similarity move past any need to assimilate and ask differentiation in light between that which is of the senses and that which is source-less electric within. As if certain shades could help or cure calamitous wonderment, the imagined weight to the light at the center of the planet, a dark light that must exist but cannot. These electrical to chemical convergences of matter in productions of mental and imaginary event, the metal between dimensions the framework of path and pattern, shapeliness beyond in the predispositions of space to form or there truly is only void…origins of void or space? Word or breath? Pressures of depth testing or the certitude of moving shapeliness to form: gas, liquid, and solid realities of shifting between fractions of wrenches and the spaces left uncertain. Morphological structure and the want to formulate the pre-existing patterns or potentiality in nature, these caverns or gaseous bubble spaces, a chasm or chamber or vaporizing, pressurized space. Pattern from other path, these inevitable hexagons and the formulaic exactitude of semblance in growth, that which belongs to a place or has value according to certain surroundings. What tends to accumulate, to grow, to hold place and have value for certain areas? The tendency in plants to respect ecology and elders…The sources of decidable shapeliness and the structures of growth, phosphorus and the inescapable smoke, caverns spewing sulfur and nociception, non-sense wholism and the Gaia theories of shallow connectivity and assumption, the lies of unification and the need for deviating pattern and path. Form from the earth, from shapeliness in christaline pattern to globular masses, or from rain in globular masses vaporized (not frozen), to christaline path. Density and the chambers necessary to vaporizing shapeliness and pattern from falling curvature: path, density, volume and the weightlessness of water fallen to earth, masses of atmosphere, dispersing parts of moisture with constantly inconsistent temperature. Infinite sources of shapeliness, infinite forms of possibility and potentiality, all of which has been formed before. As of before…Finite. Imaginary infinitum and the source-less electric coalescing shapeliness from the strands of life that seem so similar and deviate readily. The same number as in a blade of grass, these humours of cavities composing bodily limit, the most minute of particular wave and placement in timeliness, these senses’ belonging, fit to formulaic potentiality. Points at which biological factors induce timing, circadian rhythms and senescence, difference and defense.

Dense immensities beyond space

immersive exactititudes of pressure

undefinable, indeterminable distance

void shapeliness, a corner of light

passing through an emptied space

light filtered dimensions disappeared a room imagined

to collapsing expansion

exacted spinning in the curves

of the leftover parts of angle

Now, carefully draw a line

of event horizon—

Ugly, or: Misunderstood


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Poetry Partners #93

‘An Ugly Poem’, by Amelia Michelle Nicol of ‘And Or Theory’

Far too philosophical and just Lacking imagery Overlapping or side by side, intertwined emphasis, color, leading lines, rules of thirds lists of negatives, another light dodging or burning art and beauty, the disturbing the differences, the uncertain certitude, fortitude, beauty and the ultimate objective good Seeking, seeking, wandering excitability and extremes anti-art longing for the simplicity of beauty of something to be beheld treasured, of that which cannot be mistaken: beautiful. free will in observation, attention taken away, taken apart Of all there is to seek beauty and the Great Beyond reconciling irreconcilable inferences art for the sake of art itself beauty and the divine something entirely beyond us also being with us Wants and needs, investments and future impressions of poverty and the fears of wanting, needing delinquency, fervor, indecisive instruments, machinery, conveyance longing beyond…

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The distance beyond thought and the differences in attention, the works and talents afforded according to nature or the actuality of practical and practice, the applicant value of any amount of gradient or potential doesn’t concern me, the actuality of reality, place, space and privacy does. The immediacy of proximity and the ease of guessing at repetition: similar instancing and entrapment, especially in the refusal to believe? These supposed facts of proximity, participation and paradox limits challenges and values in shallow assurances of coincident don’t actually make sense. Beyond that, are a confiscation of privacy and personal space, and have no place. The shapeliness beyond words, these letters of assurance and the bends and curves of indicative within mind, the ways in which language has spelled us, movement and pacing indicatives of breath, these hollow vessels breathing timing and attention. The figures of daylight conditioning the relentless framework of wobble and turning axis, the distances could imagine timing, too, but these predispositions of shapeliness, were they harnessed in the length of a breath or the formulate of a word? What dust particle clung to a shape in mind to form a letter or word without? Particles of shapeliness caught in chambers to electrify to chemical form, these densities and pressures of space, motion and shapeliness besides time and space: distances like chemotaxis, Zeeman, the figures of absolved limits and absolute boundaries of interest, the guardrail figures of distances for slowing down, for stillness, for silence and actual clarity with no background. No light or dark, no prism of color, actual clarity. Water. A snowflake. Actual clarity in nature, actual stillness and that which is beyond form or thought, the conditions of impression or expression and the ways in which environment and predispositions in gradient potentials reform and converse actuality to perspective sense. According to each, and each to their own, patterns in nature and the need for deviation, for random chaotic reformations of past data, to do something differently…with all the same matter. No matter what. For the day when everything has actually been said, or the day when something new could actually be muttered. Exactitude in timing and the indicative weight of attention or excitement, any meaning cause or reason could be applied and seem to work well enough, perspective bias will never disappear. The fact that nothing is ever going to be new does not mean we could ever learn everything or know it all: constant change. The constant. is. Change. The distances beyond exactitude and the differences in ambiguity and unknowing. The distinction of reference and the need for the actuality of difference in the assumptions of knowledge and timing, especially. Referent unknowing and the need for real and accurate information, if the referent information is timed according to another diadem, the differences met with could symbolize anything according to that diadem, and could pretend to be reasonable. If it works…it doesn’t make it real, actual, or fact. It means that it could fit a diadem for a short enough or long enough time period to seem to make sense. But really, it just doesn’t. Synesthesia, the ways in which senses could be intertwined, perspective assurances of assumption and the actuality of perspective in biological sense and behavior. Perspective is easy to skew, the need for information reliability remains and the actuality of attention or excitement isn’t decidable to outside perspective. Water falling off the roof, splashes to puddles beneath the Elder Berry, washes these flat orange rocks beneath clean into the mud, the tops of them all shiny. It sounds like something I’ve drunk before, but something so much like water that it has no taste. It couldn’t be this same water, falling to the ground from the rooftop, it must have been something I heard, something I heard about…it fills me up. Imagined an abyss, that could fill with something, but that must have already been filled up. Down.

There’s plenty of give and take.

Inventions of timing, the conditions of interest and the attentive nature of any amount of environment, that which seems to interact or that which becomes background or scenery, props and the investments of surroundings. These figures of indicative and the movement of events, the ways in which an object can shift an entire story or interest in an entire room. The attentive value of any amount of space or the conditions of wonderment in the focus or focal of environment or interest: the irregularity of sightliness and the need for asymmetrical alignment. Quadrants or sixths, these lenses of angular flipping motions and motif, the movement in mind turned upside-down, optical chasms of possibilities and the comfort of thinking there is an absolute seat or placement of something. (Why it is so necessary to understand it is A unified field theory, and will never be ‘the’). The chair Boethius sat in must exist, must have this placement and value of time and space, must tell itself and if imagined hard enough, must be the one he was also imagining: the ridiculousness of assumptions upon mental and imaginary event based on environmental constructs is obvious. Without a homeland, no semi-colons and no place in particular for the imagination to rest or live or reside. Free thought, home-bound conceptualizations of attentive nature and the conditions of notice, expectations of impression or expression and the need for information reliability against over-arching metaphor and capsizing grandeur. Differences between ‘environment’ and private space, presence in environment and the separations of individual: the sense necessary to perspective and the divinations between that which is becoming of me and that which is surrounding me. The indicative sense in making myself with the objects I experience, and the need to be myself instead of thinking I’m something made by my environment is also part of the radical acceptance in behavioral American dialectics that accepts that I cannot change nor really control my environment, but I can definitely change myself and my own behaviors. I do not create nor control the environment around me for the most part, and the environment around me equally cannot create or control me. There’s plenty of give and take.