bLOGOS/HA HA: Oh my God keep me from goin' lunatic!

David Jones, artist and poet (1895-1974) begins his PREFACE TO THE ANATHEMATA :

'I have made a heap of all that I could find.' (1) So wrote Nennius, or whoever composed the introductory matter to Historia Brittonum. He speaks of an 'inward wound' which was caused by the fear that certain things dear to him 'should be like smoke dissipated'. Further, he says, 'not trusting my own learning, which is none at all, but partly from writings and monuments of the ancient inhabitants of Britain, partly from the annals of the Romans and the chronicles of the sacred fathers, Isidore, Hieronymous, Prosper, Eusebius and from the histories of the Scots and Saxons although our enemies . . . I have lispingly put together this . . . about past transactions, that [this material] might not be trodden under foot'. (2)

(1) The actual words are coacervavi omne quod inveni, and occur in Prologue 2 to the Historia.
(2) Quoted from the translation of Prologue 1. See The Works of Gildas and Nennius, J.A.Giles, London 1841.

16 March 2013

Oh my God keep me from goin' lunatic!

Regarding the Will of the Ghost in the Machine

to FraMe & NaMe

] and ShaMe (

At The Researchers research the research (VCA),

after the opening white projection-space cometh the apparition of expectation, the opening default of every PowerPoint presentation :

Twas that very ghost wot added these 'ere improptu nominations. True dinks!

Even a specific unnomination point, in the vicinity of...

Jacob's ladder...

click image to enlarge

... as sung by Peter Dawson.

Seven-six-eleven-five-nine-an'-twenty mile to-day

Four-eleven-seventeen-thirty-two the day before

(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

Don't-don't-don't-don't-look at what's in front of you.
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again);
Men-men-men-men-men go mad with watchin' em,
An' there's no discharge in the war!

Try-try-try-try-to think o' something different
Oh-my-God-keep-me from goin' lunatic!
(Boots-boots-boots-boots-movin' up an' down again!)
There's no discharge in the war!

from 'Boots : Infantry Columns" by Rudyard Kipling