Tuesday, November 5, 2013

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© 2013 KM Fikes
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Well one remembers the following Levi 501 commercial from one's Reagan era youth.  Perchance the memory is owed to the enigmatic message - open ended - and thereby left to the audience to imbue with one's own meaning.  

 TV board Levi's
  proprietary image Levi Strauss/Mike Salisbury 

Advertisements rarely engage the viewer thus - encouraging us to ponder past the product.  Such was Levi's confidence with their place in pop cult psyche; it ceased to sell us on their blue jean.  Most were already sold.  The ad execs were then at liberty to indulge their curious preference to leave the viewer feeling a little blue - in the existential sense - RE: time...passing.  Then again, Levis last forever.  Sponsorship mission accomplished.
http://www.onehellofaneye.com/2010/07/22/ 

 

The landscape was classic 'Mericana - western-inspired, dust bowl dust spoon-soft focused lens for a product as apple pie as stars n' stripes.  One scripted line totaling six syllables to a moody soundtrack.  To what, tho', is Travis "late"?  And has the spokesmodel/commerce character been wearing the same jeans since Travis left?  Upon his return, the protagonistic pants are shrunk to fit - like a melon geo-squared:
The XX chromo messenger speaks in both tone and denim-donned body language to illustrate the opposite of a lady-in-waiting.  Now, this post-cowgirl?  She done been done wit Travis.  Travis arrives not only POSTmarked but can return himself to sender.  She is all about Da present...in 1981.

Travis was "years too late".   

Upon this first Tuesday in November, one ponders: who has been years too early?  

Pointedly, one speaks not of eva forward artist, scientist, and/or thinker 'ahead of one's time'.  Fo'sooth, thaz a whole 'nother surreal blog post via quantum/astro/astral physics, traversing a worm hole or two ...
Trademark information for POSTMARK AMERICA from CTM - by Markify
POSTMARK image from CTM 
Stephen Hawking 'wormhole' depiction from How to Build a Time Machine article, 04.27.2010**
  
My good peops, instead one speaks of the invited guest - no longer "guessing who's coming to dinner" - who knocks softly when we have yet to decant the Cabernet nor defrost the more 'involved' 'dish' whose laborious preparation we had intended to pass off as our own.  Said guest - albeit still welcome - is quite unfashionably early.

Was POTUS elected too soon?  Has the nation been ready to critically deconstruct the cultural identity of its Commander-in-Chief - with all of those ramifications upon...so upon...its conflicted citizenry?  Does his election 'fit' or authentically encapsulate our collective conscience?  Might his tenure be an absurdist anomaly from which we will long reel - internally - far past 2016 in an ill begot attempt to keep it real, yo? 
 
POST advocates retired racism - using POTUS as the case upon which Defense rests.  This particular Ism is all but removed from viable discourse.  Please see the specific directions from the bench to the Trayvon Martin jury.  Ism cannot even be considered as a factor motivating the dynamics of 'encounter'.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/07/08/us/zimmerman-case-has-race-as-a-backdrop-but-you-wont-hear-it-in-court.html?_r=0
Wheneva an alleged 'racialized' moment rears its nappy head - rife with profundity of possibility to evolve - noble gentlesoulfolk are subjected to a fortnight of cable-network 'investigations' of presumed non-Ism. "To be racist or not to be racist?The melancholy of Hamlet - accessorized in stiff Elizabethan ruff and 501 denim tights - is conspicuously absent on the stage of televised inquiry or tweeted soliloquy.  'That (is the) question' - event, occurrence, or utterance of said incidiss - must first tread thru the mill of racism's verification.  The needle on this meter is oft spun by commentators ill-equipped with even a rudimentary course to decipher the complex social constructs that create any Ism.  How can pundits or the populous decide upon Is or Ain't when the initial What remains the algebraic unknown X?  Only some tardy Travis in the disstance is privy.  Code goes uncracked.  Doomed - by a reticent dialogue - to be eternally un(re)solved, 'X', homez?  'X' POSTmarks no spot.  This post-liberal, nigh progressive disscussion can - inadvertently - replicate the very dynamics that place Ism not post, but right smack back along our cultural continuum.  H2Omeloncholy?  Down the rabbit worm hole.

Cause of Hamlet's death - as writ upon the scrolled certificate?  'Duel'.  

Notably, the fatal blow, PREdestined by a poisonous sword tip, "touches" POSTmatch.  Hamlet actually bests his fencing opponent, Laertes - in skill - save his 'royal' ignorance of a fatal POSTfight plan irrespective of any tactical feat.

'Staged' duality?  Whata...whata...watermelomoment!

Whilst racism - as concept - hath been poof! banishéd, how can motion pictures presently flourish with the worst of the reality of our past?

ObamaCare is on time to dispense affordable collars for H2Owhiplash:

Twelve Years A Slave.  Django Unchained

Is Dominant Cult subconsciously yearning for the truth of our past to inform this mad, mad, maddening POST present with more truth and beauty?  Art will always indulge our inclination towards humanity's integrity expressing itself.  Is this confounding receptivity to narratives unapologetic in this most harrowing depiction of 'Merica's stained as strained history a cogent sign?   

Might POSTnessity, afta all, be for naught?  Less agile than fragile, it seems to teeter on a bizarre line - daresay, 'theoretical string' - betwixt ancestral memory and mass entertainment.  Can POSTness serve as the prompt to embrace or at least face what was dared rendered enigmatic? 

Upon this first Tuesday in November, what say ye, Travis?

**  "A wormhole is a theoretical 'tunnel' or shortcut, predicted by Einstein's theory of relativity, that links two places in space-time - visualised above as the contours of a 3-D map, where negative energy pulls space and time into the mouth of a tunnel, emerging in another universe. They remain only hypothetical, as obviously nobody has ever seen one, but have been used in films as conduits for time travel - in Stargate (1994), for example, involving gated tunnels between universes, and in Time Bandits (1981), where their locations are shown on a celestial map." 
 - Stephen Hawking
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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