The Corbett Report (Is Not On Facebook) – Lunartrax Remix
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I’m not sure if you know this, but just in case there’s any confusion I thought I’d use this opportunity to make it clear that The Corbett Report is not on Facebook. Thanks to Lunartrax – Steve Carlisle for the remix. Check out his work at http://lunartrax.com
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Is the Corbett Report on Facebook?
Not on Facebook… meaning…is that like… “Not”… in the negative sense?? or…
It depends on what the definition of “is not” is not.
Damn! “IS not”! Not just “NOT”!! You’re right! It’s that proximity interpretation thing again!! so ambiguous… my therapist will have to clarify this…
Object relations impediment, attachment disorder, chemical imbalance in the brain, faulty neuro wiring. This IS NOT IS important.
Is there anything in IS NOT that IS NOT easily negated if unnecessary? If so IS NOT this an indication of a negative state that IS NOT necessary? If NOT, without an IS, do you NOT feel the need to negate the NOT and add what IS NOT? There IS NOT any reason to feel alone. Yes you need help. And IS NOT help what we offer?
A life IS NOT worth living till we do.
Reading your post in a hamster wheel was like being in a particle accelerator. Believe me. I know.
Fortunately I always have a stock of Dramamine within reach.
I’ve tried negationism on my love handles, in vain.
My therapist told me she’s not really sure if the Corbett Report is on Facebook or not.
You can imagine the kind of day I’m about to have…
and now I just burnt my toast…
WE ALL MAKE CHOICES, YOU ALL FAKE CHOICES
“He burnt his toast, his toast is burned”
IS NOT his love rejected, spurned?
“He burned his toast, his toast is burnt”
IS NOT his life as if it weren’t?
One more IS NOT, IS NOT a choice
“IS NOT IS NOT IS NOT IS NOT…” IS NOT your voice
it’s ours
IS NOT our love good reason to rejoice?
– Elohim
Chided the lulzing universe!
We, you
your,
ours
our?
what IS NOT this dualistic juxtaposition?
What is not the nature of these pronouns?
Is the choice not
theirs?
-Elie
IS putting “the choice” between “is” and “not” NOT
a clever joke?
Wonderfully ‘choreographed’ video!
This is all very confusing, and that loud music offends my delicate senses. What are you trying to say exactly?
It all went by in a blur. There was a guy with a beard and a clean shaven guy. I think they are both running for office. The bearded guy is the hipster alternative and I am supposed to vote for him I think. The clean shaven guy owns the County Hospital where I live and that sounds like a bad business plan but they say he’s loaded. Still I was leaning toward the hipster till he went off on all this conspiracy stuff.
I am going to write in Henry Kissinger cuz this world is just changing too fast.
Thank you, Bishop John.O (or is it Elder?) of the Traditional Reformed Something-or-Other of the Philippines. I know you’d never steer me wrong, so I’ll just follow your lead.
Titles are of limited importance, of course. May I ask which impresses you before I commit?
What is important is that you feel committed to traditional values, are a generous hearted person of substance, with deep spiritual aspirations, who doesn’t just leap at the obvious, but grasps subtext.
I sense you are different from the others and indeed our spirituality is what you need. Tell me what you are looking for and I will tell you what we offer.
The mother church is in Vanuatu, but they are heretics. I offer retreats at your favorite beach town.
Wow, you’re good. Uncle! I can’t keep a straight face!
A Ghastly Prick, a Poet rankles
With a painful Prick of Conscience round his ankles
https://archive.org/stream/prickeconscienc00morrgoog/prickeconscienc00morrgoog_djvu.txt
Delightful reading, to be sure. Pure, enlightened, heavenly bliss penned by an ancient Divine. However (mind you, this comes merely from my hasty perusal being a dim-witted daughter of Eve, and therefore offered in my ever humble opinion), it’s a close third to the comparatively easier to comprehend, but no less condemning, Institutes of the Christian Religion and Luther’s Heidelberg Disputation. Yea verily and even so, daily submitting and purging my depraved, guilty soul by slogging through these medieval verses is more preferable than death by a 1001 paper cuts. I can’t thank you enough!
As I recall the story spun
such a Daughter birthed a Son
by a Spirit, for a Father, One
in Three, and thus the story makes
constipative theological headaches,
and, when told too roughly by the impetuous
can reveal The Divine Virginally Incestuous
It’s best the mind try not to compute
but I do get the gist as best I can
Eve somehow ate a little fruit
so He was bloody crucified by Man
Though coarsely put, that about sums it up, I guess. Institutional Orthodox Christendom’s deterministic, nihilist man made system of authoritative, mystical spiritual caste continues to justly earn, with interest, the world’s contempt, disrespect and ridicule. Nothing good has come from it, nor can it.
That being said, I believe the scriptures pertaining to the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ the Son of God.
I hear scriptural authority, so I trust what you wrote. For what it’s worth, I suggest you do too.
Man first saw the Savior
Murdered and rejected
Woman saw him first
Alive and resurrected
But, Sister, are you calling john.o COARSE?
I am not much offended, but I am concerned that this may be a sin against the Holy Spirit! I have my own scriptural authority, after all.
And probably a few warrants out for my arrest, too.
🙂 To borrow the words of the worldly-wise Waylon Jennings,
“Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs.”
(married, mother of three platonically speaking!)
“married, mother of three”
Arm thyself! Wield scriptural authority vigorously and often!
(rhymes are fun)
Far from it. Wielding the “Word” like a club is an all too present reality and control tactic. I do my best to confront and deflect it (and my how the debates rage!). In fact, I’ve not consulted my bible in several years; for me, I’m still in detox mode and probably will be for life. More recently, as of two years ago and much to my family’s bewilderment, I formally announced my disassociation from further participation in all religious observances and group prayers. In spite of the subsequent tension and isolation, I’ve never been at more peace.
Btw, sorry to spoil the fun, but some things hit too close to home.
I think you are mistaking the scriptural authority of which I speak, Pearl. I was thinking of this:
“Institutional Orthodox Christendom’s deterministic, nihilist man made system of authoritative, mystical spiritual caste continues to justly earn, with interest, the world’s contempt, disrespect and ridicule. Nothing good has come from it, nor can it….etc.” (Especially with the etcetera.)
Sounds very authoritative to me. No clubs necessary. Nor any need to cast yourself before swine. (No one must ever hear your scripture who is not CHOSEN.)
Just my opinion, of course, but I think you might have all you need: Prayer, vision and poetry. (Above prose = poetry). Just know:
In the churning of our words
lives and loves a WORD who is a PATH
Sin, Salvation, Love, and the Absurd
He loves with all our HOLY GRAPES of WRATH
Our Poetries are deep and fine
In them, Treasures Vast are hid
Jesus loves our every bleeding line
No matter what we ever did
Thank you, John.O. Your encouraging, kind words have truly melted my heart, and I’ve got a puddle of tears here to prove it. Never in a million years would I’ve ever dreamed that of all places in the world I should encounter a friend with a soothing balm would be in the thread of the very post informing me that James Corbett is indeed on Facebook.
You are welcome and YES HE IS!
Right?
Is the Corbett Report still on Facebook? Does anybody know?
lol. You dont need it so I dont blame you, but it is a much more open platform, in terms of what one can post and reply, than either Twitter or YouTube, and we are no less scrutinized by the surveillance machine on one vs the other platform./
Jim Corbett’s not on Facebook, so they say
But Facebook is on Corbett every day.
– Mark Z
I have no idea whether or not I could be a good poet. The wordplay requires the brevity of wit and I’m more of a loquacious bent. That’s because I strongly believe in context to whatever it is you have to say. I was once chastised as the type of person who, when asked the time, went on to explain how you build a watch.
I’ve only ever written two poems in my life. The first was in high school for a two-student team poetry project. I wrote the words with the Volga Boat Song as the backdrop, and my friend accompanied me on his accordian. We were only team that included music (excerpt):
In Social, Math and English
We never can distinguish
Between what we are to learn
And what we are to burn.
In what seems now to have been a far different time and place (if not in another universe) I worked 4 summers during university at Jasper Park Lodge in the Canadian Rockies. For some long forgotten reason I was asked to be the editor of a staff weekly news letter. In a particularly slow news week I hurriedly decided to create fill by penning a poem (bylined Anonymous).
It wasn’t a weighty philosophical thing, in fact it was a cryptic description of a bus trip with my girlfriend to Saskatchewan River Crossing, half way between Jasper and Banff on the Jasper Icefields Parkway. Our JPL staff soccer (football) team were to play a similar team from the Banff Springs Hotel. Many summer staff at both hotels were international in origin (particularly sous chefs), although hundreds of us were Canadian college students from all across the country. The level of football was quite good and very intense.
Anyway I used colour and idyll nothings to paint the trip and the scenery in my poem. For those of you unfamiliar with the Jasper Icefields Parkway, it’s a two-lane highway that runs north-south through the Continental Divide at up to 7000 feet altitude. It’s only open during the summer months, and so it’s usally brilliantly sunny, with clear blue skies punctuated by jagged young peaks towering on either side of you. Far below the highway there are fast flowing rivers, fed by the countless waterfalls coming from the mountains, and there is a carpet of deep green pine and fir covering the steep, and in some places shear, slopes to the valley below. Building that highway must have been quite a massive endeavour.
The only feedback I heard about that poem was, surprisingly, from my girlfriend. She was complaining about her lack of literary ability, and then referred to the poem in the latest news letter: “I could never write anything like that, for example.” Maybe it wasn’t so vague a piece afterall, and she recognized it for what it was, and her part in it. My ego prefers to think she actually found it a mystery, and didn’t know it was me who composed it. I shall never ever know the truth of it now.
What a great read; a scenic respite ending on a bittersweet, mysterious note.
Often, when I hear someone say, “I am not a poet,” or, “I don’t know if I could be a poet,” I hear them create a fine piece from the heart in the following 20 minutes.
“…it was a CRYPTIC description of a bus trip with my girlfriend …The level of football was quite good and very intense….I used colour and idyll nothings to paint the trip and the scenery in my poem…7000 feet altitude…usually brilliantly sunny, with clear blue skies punctuated by jagged young peaks towering on either side of you. Far below the highway there are fast flowing rivers, fed by the countless waterfalls coming from the mountains, and there is a carpet of deep green pine and fir covering the steep, and in some places shear, slopes to the valley below. Building that highway must have been quite a massive endeavour…Maybe it wasn’t so VAGUE a piece afterall,”
herrqlys, if I may, a “poem” (which could be anything made by a real human) is in effect something like a rainbow, in that it depends for appreciation on the relative positions of a source of light, the INTENTIONALLY misty, VAGUE, CRYPTIC twilight symbols of the poet, and the attention and somehow beautifully distorted perspective of the receiver. There is no “great poet” or “great poem” or “learned audience” independent of this triangle.
A “masterpiece” may somehow leave us dry
A soldier’s jingle, someone just might die
A nursery rhyme might make us weep and cry
A lover’s verse will ALWAYS drain the eye
“The only feedback I heard about that poem was, surprisingly, from my girlfriend. She was complaining about her lack of literary ability, and then referred to the poem in the latest news letter: ‘I could never write anything like that, for example.'”
Sounds like she read A POEM. I know she is wrong about her own ability to write one and wouldn’t be surprised if she wrote one soon thereafter. Especially if you pissed her off mightily.
The combination of emotional directness with sometimes intentionally cryptic vague language and syntax allows the audience to participate and project so that, in an extreme example, the lyrics to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands are obviously about me and my crush on some depressed beauty in my small town and politics and religion all at once.
This is really, really good. I wish it was less ambiguous, though.
January 31, 2018 – USA Today
Facebook says, ‘No,’ to cryptocurrency ads, citing misleading and deceptive practices
https://www.usatoday.com/story/tech/talkingtech/2018/01/31/facebook-says-no-cryptocurrency-ads-citing-misleading-and-deceptive-practices/1082117001/