With the revelation Ludwig Wittgenstein came from Austria to Ithaca New York, to form a bond with the Philosophy Department at Cornell, amounts to what we Hoopies called a Harmonic Convergence – that will NOT be happening at Belmont. The term “Not Happening At Belmont” will be a Hip Euphemism for a hundred years – at least! It may be happening in Bozeman Montana, instead.
Kurt Vonnegut went to Cornell, and it was his Breakfast of Champions, and my fight with Charles Shields in front of my ex-wife, Mary Ann Tharaldsen, that put Artaud on the train with a Dead Ringer of Van Gough. These two morphed into Ludwig Wittgenstein who may have FORMULATED the only enduring Hippie-like Philosophy inspired by Norbert Davis, and other Black Mask Authors, who I believe were Potheads smoking dope on their camping trips on the Channel Islands. Richard Farina led the attack against the Banned In Boston Set that fits nicely with the Not Happening In Belmont Crowd. Then there is the Animal House Union in Eugene Oregon.
Who have I left out? Oh, here is a shout-out to The Pasadena Bunch!eu·phe·mism/ˈyo͞ofəˌmizəm/
- a mild or indirect word or expression substituted for one considered to be too harsh or blunt when referring to something unpleasant or embarrassing.
Harmonic Convergence is a supernatural phenomenon that occurs once every ten thousand years. When the planets align, spiritual energy is greatly amplified, causing the spirit portals at the North and South Poles to merge, while an aura of spirit energy envelops the Earth. During this event, Raava and Vaatu must engage in a battle that determines the fate of the world until the next Harmonic Convergence. However, after Raava merged with Wan, becoming the Avatar Spirit, it became the Avatar‘s duty to battle Vaatu in the Spirit World near the two portals that connect the two poles of the physical world.
I awoke from my Old Man Nap and exclaimed;
“This is my life? Holy shit! I took on Scientology – and lost?”
According to Leah Remini the disappearance of your child by Scientologist is designed to shut your ass up – but good! It surely throws you off balance – and puts you on the defensive. They knew I had a blog. If I wrote anything NEGATIVE about them, then I may never see my MINOR CHILD….again!
For some reason, Tim O’Connor popped into my mind. I am still trying to figure out why he didn’t want me to put any of his poems on my blog. His famous father died two years ago, and I wondered if he was writing a biography – and my famous sister would be in it. Christine and Tim were lovers for a short while. Was this more…
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