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The Black Widow
I sit there eyeing right at you
I flick my cigarette knowing
That I am all around you
My thoughts
My desires
My wishes
You are mine and I love it
My power
My control
I lift myself up out of this chair sitting quietly in the sun
I strut over to the other end of the pool, at our resort in Florida
I grasp your hand and hold it tight
I soon take you into bed
And tuck you in good-night
My Precious
My precious people: I am here to write for you to give more knowledge into this world. And I haven’t done so. I am going to write more. Philosophize more. And it shall be marvelous.
This weekend I shall go and do my drunk podcast. This podcast shall be done with one of my best friends. It will be good. Last weekend we were going to do it but unfortunately we couldn’t, her computer’s microphone doesn’t work. Much the same as my computer’s webcam doesn’t work.
I am going to put a poem online that I wrote it is on the topic of power and the police. I must say that I am proud of it. But I am going to have one of my friends read it thought before It goes online but until then I am going to write one now right here for you. So it is going to be the post above this one because it can stand alone.
Automatic Writing
This looks amazing
GOLDILOCKS - MY SHITTY PSYCHEDELIC RECREATION
*Also skip to "Here is the attempt at Goldilocks" to get to the story
My Dearest friends thank you so much for reading to my blog posts, and tumblr posts. I would like to do something that I was thinking about today. I was thinking about making automatic stories. This is where I will write automatically about a story, weather children’s story or whatever. I hope that you will enjoy this.
Goldilocks:
Everyone has heard about Goldilocks and the three bears, but a surprising fact is that they the writers or whomever came up with this story never elaborated about what happened to goldilocks after she was chased away by the tree bears. I think Grimm’s tales had her eaten alive, but those are the Grimm’s tales and they always have to end bloody. I am going to re tell this story as it should have been told. I sound so naive right now but what the fuck.
Here is the attempt at Goldilocks:
Well as everyone knows that Goldilocks after ruining the three bears house, and also taking and ruing all of little bears things she was promptly chased out of the bears’ house. Well I am going to tell you what happened to her after words. Goldilocks a nice girl with a young innocent complexion after being chased out of the bears’ house had to make do with what she could. She was tired and sleepy, mostly because when had just been waken up by a bunch of big huge barbaric bears. She found herself running and running through the woods of the bears until she found a rabbit whole. The rabbit told her to eat some nutritious mushroom so that she could find her way home. Goldilocks being innocent and whatever decided to do so because she wanted to find her way home, probably somewhere in fairytale land, I’m guessing in Germany. For her sake I hope that it was not in the 1940s. So once she ate these magical mushrooms, she fell into a trance. A trance which lead her to down town New York City in the 1960s. I have no idea how she go there but she just did, those magical mushrooms can do anything. Well in New York City goldilocks being innocent and young had to make a living. This was very hard for her because she had send all of her life in the woods of fairy tale land in Germany. I have no idea how she had any skills other than being dumb and stupid by walking into a house of bears to have porridge. So as she wandered through the streets of New York, she found a rabbit, a dapper rabbit at that in the park, I forget that big park in NYC, isn’t it central park or something like that. Well this rabbit didn’t give little goldilocks some magical mushrooms, this rabbit gave Goldilocks some tablets. These magic tablets were filled with something called acid. Goldilocks being innocent believed that this was vinegar. Something used in preserving food. She then decided to consume these tables. And little goldilocks was translated into a psychedelic world where she could some of the most brilliant colors. This world was most gorgeous. Once goldilocks came out of her enlightened state, she was soon brought to the world she came from. She was able to contemplate what she had done, where the old henchman with the cold ax stood above her. He then brought her consciousness to an end and then the next day a girl, or a boy just as innocent ran into the same bears, and went down the rabbit hole, just as deep, or even deeper than our adventurous goldilocks. FIN
HOLA A TODOS
The world as we know it. That is something that is complicated. Many people have tried to ask this question. I must say that I really liked reading the petit prince. I would love to be able to read it again. It was a very influential book on my thought now. I really would like to read it on my e reader when I have the chance. It is interesting that such a kids book can be so philosophical when you read it. How we as people can be so categorized and naïve. I guess that every time that I write on this blog I am naïve in my own way. Just writing shit down about my day about my beliefs and everything that I write down it makes any sense. FUCKING NO IT MAKES NO SENSE. But whatever I hope that I am write like this and please someone. Whomever that may be. This shit running out of my nimble fingers on my little keyboard. I must say that I am very excited for the podcast that I will be doing this Saturday I believe I think/believe that I will be a little inebriated but whatever. It will all be cool. And hopefully it will be a little fun thanks to the blessings of Stoli and Smirnoff. My friend drinks Smirnoff never drink that ever. Is that understood? Okay anyways I am going to stay good bye, and I wish you all a good day.
Most love,
-The Automatic Scribe.
My more artistic attempt at automatic writing
André Masson. Automatic Drawing. (1924). Ink on paper, 9 1/4 x 8 1/8” (23.5 x 20.6 cm). Museum of Modern Art, New York. Surrealist automatism Automatism has taken on many forms: the automatic writing and drawing initially (and still to this day) practiced by surrealists can be compared to similar, or perhaps parallel phenomena, such as the non-idiomatic improvisation of free jazz[1]. Surrealist automatism is different from mediumistic automatism, from which the term was inspired. Ghosts, spirits or the like are not purported to be the source of surrealist automatic messages. Origins “Pure psychic automatism” was how André Breton defined surrealism, and while the definition has proved capable of significant expansion, automatism remains of prime importance in the movement. In 1919 Breton and Philippe Soupault wrote the first automatic book, Les Champs Magnétiques, while The Automatic Message (1933) was one of Breton’s significant theoretical works about automatism. The notion of Automatism is also rooted in the artistic movement of the same name founded by Montreal artist Paul-Emile Borduas in 1942; himself influenced by the Dadaistmovement as well as André Breton . He, as well as a dozen other artists from Quebec’s artistic scene, very much under restrictive and authoritarian rule in that period, signed theGlobal Refusal manifesto, in which the artists called upon North American society (specifically in the culturally unique environment of Quebec), to take notice and act upon the societal evolution projected by these new cultural paradigms opened by the Automatist movement as well as other influences in the 1940’s.
Word Press
I have no Idea if this was a good idea, but I did it anyways. I made a wordpress blog. I hope to be able to incorporate media from this tumblr blog and media from my wordpress blog to help and make a beautiful union between the two. By doing so I hope to be able to provide automatic writing to all people around the world so that they may also be able to take part in it. I find that this automatic writing is great for me, it is very relaxing, mostly because I have the opportunity to write whatever comes into my mind, and that is good because it helps for me to get our my deepest thoughts. It is kind of like having a Freudian psychological experiment going on in your mind. This weekend I am going to go and do a podcast with one of my friends. I hope that it will be simply outstanding. It should be a lot of fun for the both of us. The podcast should be posted on both tumblr and on wordpress sometime on Sunday of next week. Until then I have a fair amount of reading to do, which for me is great not really, but at least that means I don’t have to be writing or doing anything else with my time. I hope that my posts are useful in some ways, possibly funny? Maybe not funny but I hope that they are somewhat enjoyable. And that they give some sort of perspective to whomever is reading it. Today I am going to be reading a lot of history reading, then I have an English essay that I am going to finish! This should be really fun - not really. I happen to like writing, even if my writing isn’t top notch, but I really do love just putting something down on the page, and hoping that it sticks. Okay until then,
Most Love,
The Automatic Scribe
P.S. the wordpress blog is: http://automaticscribe.wordpress.com/
EL MUNDO
One thing that I find absolutely courageous from the international community is how they are being so tough with Obama, even though the American people have been so week. The United States of America I feel is falling apart in pieces due to thing. I feel that if Merckel, and Hollande put enough pressure on Obama, than this whole NSA bull shit will eventually die out. It is very terrible. Especially for young people of my generation, where the internet is where we communicate, or in other ways write about shit that comes into our heads, just like me. So in many ways you could say FUCK THE POLICE STATE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. But haven’t we had issues dealing with these problems ever since the revolution. I guess that is what these governments are, controlling factors, trying to put order in an order less world. Trying to sort out the things that doesn’t need to be sorted out. Now I just sound like an anarchist right now. But if everyone could be given a say and be given an opportunity then wouldn’t that be a better world. Imagine for one instant that we were all living as equals in this world. That is communism – scary word for many people. But I feel that if we can take some communist thought into our won society. I know that in communist countries, such as the Soviet Union, communist China, and most certainly West Germany (infamous stasi) freedom of press and speech wouldn’t possibly be allowed because it went against the party. I feel that that would be something that is true. These parties are just an organization within, and above another organization. A way so that political clout and money may be earned from a minority few – the 1%. I am not saying that money and luxuries are bad they happen to be good. I am just saying that there must be a balance between oppression towards others and oppression towards ourselves. If we could sometime live in a world, where we don’t oppress others or oppress ourselves then that in my mind that would be good.
Most love,
The Automatic Scribe
This pictures are really cool
Clusterfuck of Words
Today I was thinking that I would really like to be able to ravel, see the world take pictures of civilization, meet people, and to have fun. I had a dream this morning after I went to bed again after waking up that I was playing a ukulele in Florence Italy. Beautiful Florence Italy. I remember being living there it was simply majestic. My dream is to see this planet that I have been placed on, weather better or for worse. There was a time when you could just go where ever you wanted to go. I remember when I was in the fifth grade when I went to elementary school. I remember reading a book about the Native Americans. It was about two brother who had to go to the edge of the world for their tribe. To see the unseen, and I would like to do that. I know that the unseen has been seen by many people before me. But the unseen is still unknown to me. And it is peculiar that in this world of connectivity we still are separated in many ways. The music that could be made if we all lived together, if we could talk together. Just think of the world problems that can, could, and some of them have been resolved. I feel that we have this contradiction of class. We live parallel to each one of us, and we still can’t see each other. Think of the people living in poverty. Like the Haitians after the earthquake, I don’t know if what I saw on the media was an underscore, or over score of what was happening down there. But people in the United States live only hundreds of miles from that island, however, we don’t know much about them. Why can’t we as people know more about the terrors of life, how come does the media not allow us to see the world as it is to be seen. I know that many people would say that the terrors of the world are too terrible to be seen. But I ask if these terrors are too terrible to be seen by the people then why the fuck not can’t we see them if we could see these terrors then war would be obliterated, then hatred would vanish and tie. I feel that the only way to show the world the people more to say what is there is by showing them what has actually happened, and how it can be stopped.
If eel that artists should at least be able to do this. I feel as if I am a bit of an artist putting this clusterfuck of words down. This clusterfuck of unadulterated words. I feel that I really stretched my vocabulary there. But what matters with this. I hope that this makes some sort of sense. I don’t really think it does, but somehow I hope that there is a bit of wisdom in these word.
Most Love,
The Automatic Scribe
French Movies
Okay I feel like I am going to do an untimed automatic writing scheme. I hope that you have enjoyed the last automatic writing pieces that I did. I am going to be writing about life and what I did today. Tonight I went to a French movie where I was able to see this really cool movie about sex, drugs, and art, and protest too. It was really cool. I enjoyed it. It reminded me about how much more politically active the French are than us Canadians, and Americans. I’m American FYI. Anyways I feel that it really spoke to what I want to me as person. I remember this summer when I was talking to some of the French families that I was with, while teaching English. While over a glass of wine I talked about how I was very rich as a child. And how during the middle of high school we were very poor. For us it was almost impossible for us to find enough food. Even though we had these problems I still remember my mom telling me to study hard so that I could do well in society so that I could eventually become rich as she and my dad had done. I France however I realized that even though I had been told at that being rich was the pinnacle of happiness. I learned that being middle class, even though you have to take care of the poor, and have the rich breathing down your necks. The rich are always slaves to their enterprises. The poor are slaves to their needs such as drinking, eating, finding shelter, and heat. So between these two extremes being middle class is the best. I guess it is, and I believe it is because: you have enough material to be comfortable, you have a big sofa, a comfy bed, and all the things that you need to take care of yourself. The rich on the other hand have much too much. They have to worry about their social status, they have to worry about falling from their social status. And also they have to take care of so many things. They give themselves the excuse when it is with people that it is because they are privileged and that it is their job to give back to the middle class or the poor. When it is material like investments or whatever they have to give back to support their investments so that they can make more money. The poor and the rich are the same people. The poor are poor of material, and the rich are poor out of contentment and time. The middle has the perfect balance. I feel that Buddhism addressed this when talking about a balance between two extremes. I don’t know any because I am just writing off of a whim, and I can’t go and research what a good impressive quote would be, but I feel that many people could relate to what I am saying. If we as people can help those above us and below us, while if we can let time take its course I feel like that would be best. I think that eventually we will reach a moment in our civilization’s existence where we will eventually see that the middle is the most care free, mostly because we don’t have to rely on others. The poor rely on social programs, and the rich rely on servants. The poor don’t have laundry to do and the rich don’t know how to do their laundry. The poor are unhappy, and the rich are unhappy because they don’t have excitement or anything unpredictable in their lives. I feel that though out our existence we sometimes and somehow figure this out. But I am not sure. I don’t know anything, just like everyone. Happiness is part of life and it can only be achieved through the comparison between past pain and relief. That is what happiness is it is when we experience something that is truly terrible, and then are accompanied with something that is truly amazing. That is why all utopias are dystopias and vice versa. I guess that is the world we live in, and the problems with the mortal vessel that we live in. I hope that everyone has enjoyed listening to this rant/extended piece of writing.
Most Love,
The Automatic Scribe
My Day October 24th 2013
Five Minutes:
I am going to be writing for five minutes this is my first automatic writing attempt. I hope that whomever reads this will be happy with what I have written.
I would like to share a bit about my day:
I went to class as usual, where I learned about automatic writing. It is this very peculiar thing that I am doing now for you all. It is this thing where I sit down and write as fast as I can to help and bring more knowledge into my world. I leaned this in English class
I am currently listening to music. This is some strange music. Kind of like artist punk. Artist core or something like that. I really would like to be an artist. I am currently at this time in a cross roads where I don’t know what I would like to do or who I would like to be. It is very strange to be in a situation like this while in University. I really and truly would like to be like the science students where I had all of this shit figured out. This reminds me of an article that I read about happiness and how rich people want to be poor, because it allows them to have adventure and poor people want to be rich because they want to have certainty. It is a strange phenomena that people have. We always want to have more. There is always something that we are searching for and we won’t let it go. We just can’t stop letting our desire to have more, or something that we don’t have right now.
Most love,
The Automatic Scribe.
My Introduction
My dearest readers, or anyone who gives a fuck to read this shit. I am going to be writing an automatic blog. This is where I will write what every shit I feel like writing. What is written isn’t edited, except for the red lined spelling mistakes provided to me by the wonders of Microsoft word. I hope that you will enjoy what I will be writing. And that it will be something that you have never experienced before. Currently I am in University. Something really exciting. I am not really on a certain path. This is mostly because I am just a freshman. I might go and do some drunk automatic blog posts this weekend. Possibly a picture, or maybe a podcast. My friend and I were thinking of making a drunk podcast. I give you the link to that if we decide to do that. It should be a ton of fun. I hope that you all have a good day and that you will enjoy my sporadic, unknowing shit that I will be writing. Have a good day
Most love,
The Automatic Scribe.
