This is a sorta dynamic last page because I'm missing the back cover and many pages of the cheap ass paperback picked outta the used book store, and falling apart, but that's the equal part of the beauty of a thing, it's fading dynamic aspects, I see a lot of that in my neighborhood, old barns falling apart. A consistent architectual motif of galvanized corrugationed roof, splintering roughsawn and sunfaded siding peeking through the sides. Usually leaning, often abandoned, looking like brier patch to brer rabbit and his litters.
I never read anywhere, in all my meanderings amongst the tattered smatterings of books and ideas the world has to offer, somebody who understood this love of faded, aged beauty. Not in such an engaging way, a sure hand on the tiller, helping to see that a broken down old truck with weeds growing through the cab has an intrinsic aesthetic appeal that h. ford never knew. The beauty of aging things. The moss on old rocks in my backyard diggins are more fantastic worlds when viewed up close than mr hollywood jimmy cameron could portray It seems the patterns of lichen and moss are as innumerable as trees and bushes, but on such a minute scale that most people don't ever notice. The sun's most beautiful when setting. Like look at the end here of my tattered remnant Lila... For some time now he'd been thinking that if he were looking for proof that "substance" is a cultural heritage from Ancient Greece rather than an absolute reality, he should simply look at non-Greek-derived cultures. If the "reality" of substance was missing from those cultures, that would prove he was right. Now the image of the raggedy Indian dog was back, and he realized what it meant. Laverne had been asking the question within an Aristotelian framework. She wanted to know what genetic, substantive pigeonhole of canine classification this object walking before them could be placed in. But John Wooden Leg never understood the question. That's what made it so funny. He wasn't joking when he said, "That's a good dog." He probably thought she was worried the dog might bite her. The whole idea of a dog as a member of a hierarchical structure of intellectual categories known as "objects" was outside his traditional cultural viewpoint. What was significant, Phaedrus realized, was that John had distinguished the dog according to its Quality, rather than according to its substance. That indicated: he considered Quality more important. Now Phardrus remembered when he had gone to the reservation after Dusenberry's death and told them he was a friend of Dusenberry's they had answered, "Oh, yes, Dusenberry. He was a *good* man. They always put their emphasis on the *good*, just as John had with the dog. When the Indians used good, they meant it as the center of existence and that Dusenberry, in his nature, was an embodiment or incarnation of this center of life. Maybe when Phaedrus got this metaphysics all put together people would see that the value-centered reality it described wasn't just a wild thesis off into some new direction but was a connecting link to the center of themselves. John the good plagiarist Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
