Tuesday, July 2, 2013

théâtre de melon d'eau

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© 2013 KM Fikes
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The idea of movement remains with one since our last post.  What moves in actuality - us, physically or consciousness, metaphysically?  Are we driven by sum'in beyond detection that we may be tempted - though most tepidly - to trust?  There is movement and then there is groovement, baby.  Let us hop a 'plane', shall we?  Less aero than astro dynamically.  Are we transporting ourselves thru POST's non-existent portal?  Quantum physics claims reality is 'strung theoretically' - created by perception.  Does that perception require the gravitational weight of collective thought or one pulse of the profound ingenuity of the individual?   Gentlesoulfolk, most of us relate to Space and Time as pre or post.  Be-ings...bravest to stand still within their own insight, maximize the fleeting Present.  At varying speeds of the same 'light' essential to photosynthesis in a watermelon patch, we are fo'ever on the move thru this mode - that of culture's compressed dimension.  The assumption is a forward momentum towards expansion.  How it doth seem so.  René Magritte might argue, it may not be:   

                           
                                                                                                  This is not a watermelon.


Sciences, agricultural and astrophysical, and the arts, surreal all - in the way they come to be - intersect.  Too constant and dynamic, this intersection is neva, eva POST.  One remains amused - and most humbly so - at the absurdity of it.  One is a part(icle) of this cosmic chaos with an inkwell half-full - made up of matter and stirring 'round dust.  The past directly influences art yet art - itself?  Present.  Only.  This moment is the nature of Muse.  Performative art is the highest testament to the Present for the midst of the act harnesses our greatest promise.  In the moment that one 'posts' (to this blog), that precious process is suspended - until thy 'hit'.  Thaz how we roll; mad-melon 'ups' for such participation.  Together, H2Omeloncholiccool, we continue to refute POSTness.

xo - my good peops, props n' dap - xo...

ps
Comments really would take us to the next level...just sayin'...


a clever as compassionate critique
on the implausibility of
POSTness 

Til our next 'post', feast upon produce in season...

© 2013 KM Fikes 
© 2013 h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com 
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from KM Fikes is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to KM Fikes & h2omeloncholy@blogspot.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.  No excerpt or link may be used for monetary compensation.

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