Woke – Taboo

These from The Urban Dictionary

woke

The act of being very pretentious about how much you care about a social issue.

Yeah most people don’t care about parking spaces for families with disabled pets. I wish they were woke like me.

Deluded or fake awareness.

Lebron acts woke about China, he just full of shiite.

Being “Woke” is what happens when instead of taking one blue pill, you down the entire bottle.

“I’m sure glad I attended that college seminar on crypto-genderism, now I’m really woke.”

Woke is a politically correct alternative to “stupid” or “retarded”.

OMG Sean Penn is so woke!

Using an improper word in an incorrect tense to attempt to attach some worldly significance to a person or object (books, screenplay, etc.) so that one appears to be “hip.” In actual fact, this usage shows one’s ignorance and inability to use words and feelings to express oneself properly.

A celebrity guest on Talking Dead used “woke” to describe the episode of The Walking Dead when enlightened or relevant may have made better choices. Keep in mind that this is a fictional show about Zombies.

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The thought police are alive and well in our times, and the number of taboo thoughts, opinions, beliefs and views has increased markedly. THEY do not accept them; we have to agree and be woke. In other words, we have to pretend that we agree with the politically correct view. How this politically correct view becomes the “accepted” politically correct view is a mystery.

People get offended very easily and I suspect that this being “offended” is a part of the mystery behind how things become politically correct.

I have an opinion which may not go down too well in some quarters. This opinion is that not surgically required plastic surgery is a form of self-mutilation brought about by obsession with the form side of life. This is not, I suspect, a woke opinion.

I suspect that some of my views in the blog would be close to if not fully taboo, were I still working at an august academic institution. People can and do get sacked from their jobs because of things which they post on social media. This is despite, in some cases, constitutional protections apropos of freedom of speech. Mobs get angry and kill people because they don’t like what they say, you can get beheaded.

I think that this almost enforced cultural norming is a bad thing on the whole. It tends towards the lowest common denominator.

If you are offended then you have not attained impermanence, as a consequence you will reincarnate, simple really.

This post has been prompted by a notion I had this morning. The notion is that people do not like to talk about evil or use the word evil. They do not like to read about evil. As a consequence, evil flourishes. It is not woke to speak about evil. Evil is a taboo word.

Nevertheless, evil exists and many have it in their hearts and their minds.

Quantum Confinement and Pandemic

Are you a particle trapped in a one-dimensional box?

If so, it could be argued that the metaphor of quantum confinement might very loosely apply. Only certain things are allowed. Your wavefunction is forbidden to propagate outside your walls {unless you have a very good reason} and you may have experienced rattling around inside your walls like a trapped tiger at a zoo. The pandemic has caused confinement, you are for the time being trapped and not a free particle.

This metaphor can be extended to people who live “one dimensional” lives.  Only certain things are allowed in that life, others are forbidden, we create our own mental walls and boundaries and are stuck oscillating therein. Say for example we are obsessed by the reductionist scientific paradigm, then anything which is outside of that paradigm is taboo, verboten. In a sense we have trapped ourselves in a paradigm and because the walls are so very high, we cannot tunnel out, there is no part of our wavefunction external to the paradigm. To be a practising shaman and a purveyor of quantum mechanics is inconceivable and therefore forbidden when trapped within the reductionist pseudo-logical paradigm.

In order to free ourselves we have to change the paradigm through which we observe and interpret the world and the manifested life within it.  It is from within the paradigm that we limit our beingness.

Are you a particle trapped in a one-dimensional box?

It is Not Customary For…

someone like me, with my background, to have read so many “occult” books, to dabble with Tarot and use the I Ching.

I think that this is a fair and accurate statement.

The followers of this blog {thank you!} are an eclectic bunch across a number of countries, they have from my brief visits to their blogs, wide and varied interests. They don’t seem to be prejudiced against my science background, which is nice.

It is my opinion, that amongst the purveyors of the natural sciences there are a number of taboos. One of the biggest is called pseudoscience, people hold up their noses at it, they look down on it from on high. Usually without having tried any of it themselves.

If you take a look at my I Ching earlier today it is a tad “spooky” it was generated whilst holding the inquiry in mind and shaking and throwing three coins six times. There are 64 hexagrams and numerous sub variants according to lines changing or not. From here in France there is no way that I can say with six sigma confidence that it is/was accurate. Yet my intuition tells me that there is a good likelihood that some of it is applicable. I trust that the I Ching, if treated with respect, can comment in a helpful manner on a whole number of issues. Emperors had soothsayers. I do not think that it can be 100% highly detailed accurate but the look, the mood and the feel is often spot on. It has a kind of “fuzzy logic”.

Many years ago, a scientist friend of mine who was very sceptical about these things, was pooh-poohing. I did a consultation for him about a particular issue. As I read out the result, he became increasingly agitated.

How come this weird old Chinese book was describing a secret problem / issue he was facing so well?

He has trouble getting his head around it and thought I was playing a trick on him, which I wasn’t.

Anyway, I think he bought one. My I Ching is my oldest possession. I have just checked the dates and it is actually older than my Wok bought in Migros in Berne.

Any way the chainsaw and the log pile are calling, and we can start noisy work again at 3pm. The prefecture forbids work 12-3 on Saturdays…

The Saddest Taboo

Love and hate are not so very far apart…

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Not now, not ever

Nor through gritted teeth

Clenched harder than titanium nails

 

I won’t grimace it out

Not even were he

The very last man on earth

 

He won’t get the satisfaction

Nor merest glimmer

Of the damn I do not give

 

I’ll batten down the hatches

Deaden that swelling ache

And suffocate any rebellious word

 

He will not see a trace of me

Behind the lace curtain

No spoor, nothing, nada

 

This secret and I shall die

Together, silent, unspoken

I’ll stich my lips so tight, binding

 

Not now, not ever…

Royalty, Taboo, Employability and The Infernal Woodshed

This week started off with an email from Times Higher suggesting that there are still some strong taboos amongst the thoroughly open minded, unbiased, totally non-judgemental and utterly inclusive “Academy”.

From Times Higher Education

MONDAY 25 JANUARY 2021

Good morning,

Today we explore medical research into psychedelic drugs and the risks involved in researchers talking openly about using banned substances themselves in the name of furthering knowledge. Plus, we hear from English sector leaders who warn that new cuts to arts funding and courses in London will hurt universities and students. We also examine fresh evidence about the impact of doctoral study on mental well-being.

UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Research into the effects of illegal drugs, both in terms of more knowledge about their impacts and whether they can be of clinical use for physical and mental disorders, has often been controversial. However, it can be even more controversial when researchers themselves take such substances to further their understanding. With medical research into psychedelic drugs booming – such as clinical trials on the use of MDMA to treat post-traumatic stress disorder under way in the US and psilocybin-based drugs for depression under development in the UK – questions are again arising about researchers taking psychedelics, even if they firmly believe that it gives them a vital insight into how the substances affect the brain.

Hey man, I have had acid on a number of occasions {not a big fan} and was partial to magic mushrooms {big fan}, sometimes in very large quantities. See I have now gone and ruined my employability even further!! I could also do spliff-gate or cookie-gate and make public a list of anyone with whom I have partaken. You know who you are….

Do you ever get the impression that a whole bunch of people have their heads right up their hypocritical arses?

People can get sacked for blogs and for inappropriate pictures, the thought police are alive and well in the 21st century. It is my calculation that I am unemployable even though I possess knowledge and skills which might be useful. And now because of this blog I am even more unemployable.

Quel dommage.

Over the last few days, I / we have been struggling with an infernal puzzle made deep in the secret heart of the People’s Republic of China – A flat pack woodshed, 3 by 2 by 1.50 metres. It is now 99.5 % finished and there are only 11 screws left to fit. My body is aching like a trooper. Since we have been here, we have found out that the locals make bloody good concrete. I have gotten through umpteen masonry bits!! And now it is chainsaw time. Time to populate The Infernal Woodshed. Time to invest in a chainsaw.

Upstairs the mango homebrew “wine” is bubbling away nicely. The Apple and Cranberry can be racked soon. The wife is reading quietly in front of the fire.

Oh, and yeah, Kindle Direct tell me that I have an incoming royalty payment…thank you!!

The roast potatoes will need basting in a few minutes and then it will be time to put the lamb in the oven.

Maybe tonight we will continue on Netflix with Sense8, a drama about a group of young people linked telepathically. It is a good watch if mildly disorienting.

Hmmm…

Beyond the River

The other bank

Where words

no longer hurt

 

Out of reach

And harm’s way

Resting

 

All the regret

In China

Insufficient

 

Jettisoned

In those seconds

So unremarkable

As to cut chasms

 

No Geneva man

Can repair

A Time

most singular

 

When the earth

Turned

with a shovel

That hole to dig

 

Buried in the scree

Of fame

And

Ambitious debris

 

No salve

For the wounded

Or

The wounder

 

Not a finger

Can span

Those aeons

Across

 

Pride’s grimace

Forbids it

Banned

Taboo

 

And wrong

A word

Never uttered

Or owned.

Taboo

There is a tendency to jump to conclusions and judge people, without any knowledge of them or their back story…

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Outside the shop

the pregnant mother

reaches down into

the pushchair

for her cider

and her fags

 

She squeezes through

the supermarket doors

sparks up

and opens a can;

that will tide her over

until the methadone

 

Home now in the UK

safe at last

as she exhales

she scratches the scars

on her face,

they still itch

 

It has been a long trip

since the camps

the camps in

Bosnia,

though the sweats

still come at night

 

BMW 4X4 lady

looks down at her

Scum!!

Doesn’t she

know how to wash,

or comb her child’s hair?

 

Calmer now

the pregnant woman

makes her way

to the bus stop

time to go home

to day time TV

 

The clinic opens

its doors at four

and she and Angelica

must wait a while,

then alphabet spaghetti

on toast for tea

 

Later little Angelica will come

with her to the call centre

they have a cot there

and all the callers

like her foreign voice

to whisper to them

as they manually work

 

Better than Bosnia

but only just,

on the bus now

another can

and the numbness

eases shoulders

 

She is Taboo

ostracised from

ostrich society

almost invisible;

But for the grace of God

there go I

 

Writes cataracts

in eyes

and all the juries

have her condemned

… …already

 

She has broken Taboo by still living

…  …. and that, will never, ever, do.

Taboo Quotes

Whenever a taboo is broken, something good happens, something vitalizing. Taboos after all are only hangovers, the product of diseased minds, you might say, of fearsome people who hadn’t the courage to live and who under the guise of morality and religion have imposed these things upon us.

Henry Miller

 

I’ve always been attracted to things that are taboo. I’ve never been afraid to go to that dark place.

Ricky Williams

 

The type of fig leaf which each culture employs to cover its social taboos offers a twofold description of its morality. It reveals that certain unacknowledged behaviour exists and it suggests the form that such behaviour takes.

Freda Adler

 

Taboo has a lot of hidden meanings. We’re going to leave that up to your imagination.

Jeff Gaulton

 

Western society has accepted as unquestionable a technological imperative that is quite as arbitrary as the most primitive taboo: not merely the duty to foster invention and constantly to create technological novelties, but equally the duty to surrender to these novelties unconditionally, just because they are offered, without respect to their human consequences.

Lewis Mumford

 

Life is liveable because we know that wherever we go most of the people we meet will be restrained in their actions towards us by an almost instinctive network of taboos.

Havelock Ellis

 

It (cremation) used to be kind of taboo, but anymore it’s become real popular. It takes up less space, and you’re dead anyway, so what’s the difference?

Bob Young

 

Mental health needs a great deal of attention. It’s the final taboo and it needs to be faced and dealt with.

Adam Ant

 

The most strongly enforced of all known taboos is the taboo against knowing who or what you really are behind the mask of your apparently separate, independent, and isolated ego.

Alan Watts

The day I met Lazlo

The day I got my cancer diagnosis, a little over five years ago now.

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in the stark bright

claustrophobia room

four men

in dignified gowns

waiting to be penetrated in public

 

a sanguine cannula

in my arm

reading Śāntideva

forbearance

 

the nervous man

starting to babble

so, I spoke

with him

 

in shuffled Lazlo

not him I hoped

he called my name

and I signed away

 

on the table now

so dextrous with the syringe

and the barbs were in

soothing

 

in my secret mystic tunnel

on the screen

all the angry red mushrooms

and we talked

 

then one

not like the others

I don’t like that

neither did he

 

biopsy he said

tumour too

and the iron curtain of silence

fell from the sky

 

in the recovery

do you want a drink?

gin and tonic please

the nurse did not laugh

 

later in the waiting room

I said the magic taboo

that utterance

that word

 

and I heard

a single molecule

hit the floor

for the very first time